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IVIS (from the UNDERTALE AU MOONTALE) - PART 27 - COMIC FINALE (pages 118-123)
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Two years. Man. It was long, and late 2022 hit me especially hard in both the best and worst ways possible. It started becoming a question of whether I could even finish this frankly over-ambitious project at all. Which, I realized I couldn't realistically finish it. Not even close.
But the last thing I wanted was to cancel it and disappoint not only everyone supporting the comic... but mostly myself. I wanted to get the story out there in a state I was proud of. No matter what.
So... what did I do?
I scaled down the ambition. I threw my ego to the side, looked at the project with a more practical lens and then came the decision to end the comic here. Think of this comic as a sort of glorified opener/ introduction for the story that ties a neat bow on the premise. The hook. The narrative this whole au sort of exists around.
I see this as the best place to end off the comic in a way that was most satisfying for me, in a way that didn't sacrifice quality.
With this comic, I reached to the end of Chapter 4, about 15% of the full story. Since starting to translate the story into a fanfic seven months ago, I have approximately 40% of the story written out. So it's safe to say, even in the worst case scenario, I should be able to finish the story before university next year.
Even though the official comic is coming to a close, there is still the Ao3 fic I'm doing my best to upload consistently on. And, if I have the time/energy to do so, I'll made tidbit comics of certain scenes or moments in the au. Small scale stuff like that.
So... yeah. Thank you for reading. If you liked the comic, go read the Ao3 fic for chapter 5, 6, and the updates to come in the future.
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 2 - Adjustments
Summary: You're struggling a bit in your adjustment to your new life, and you're finding some of them are easier to get along with than others. Luckily you're not in it alone.
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader
Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, military inaccuracies, let's be real this is so unrealistic but it's a/b/o you're not here for accuracy.
Author's Note: I'm so just overwhelmed with the attention this fic has gotten, but not in a bad way I promise! I'm just surprised is all. Thank you everyone that has read and reblogged and commented. I love all of you and so, since I have no self control, here is Chapter 2. Lots more world building and dialogue in this part, but I promise good stuff is coming.
Also I promise Soap will get his time soon. He's just the hardest for me to write, and you'll see why in this chapter.
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âShe was lying.âÂ
Price doesnât bother looking up as a dark figure leans against the wall next to him. He stares out at the empty space between the barracks and the mess hall, not much traffic between the buildings during this time of day.Â
âAbout how she got to the institute.âÂ
âOr at least not telling the whole truth.â Price says, turning to look at Simon. âSomething tells me sheâd talk if we asked.âÂ
âSheâs soft.â Simon says, letting his gaze drift off into the distance.Â
âSheâs a civilian.â Price counters. âThe CIA did a little training, but sheâll need some work. We canât leave her completely defenseless...âÂ
Simon turns to face him again. âThereâs something else.âÂ
Price pushes himself off the wall, heading back inside. Simon follows, the two of them making their way down the hall to his office. âThereâs hundreds of American military bases across the world, thousands of regiments they could have chosen from, and yet, they sent her to us.âÂ
Simon closes the door behind him as Price sinks into his desk chair. âYou think it was deliberate?âÂ
Price pulls open one of the drawers, pulling out the file Kate had given him. âLaswell said the CIA has had eyes on her for years.â He slides it across his desk to Simon. âThereâs a lot of why's in this situation, and a lot of howâs. Like, if what sheâs saying is true, how did a Staff Sergeant get his daughter into FIOT practically overnight?âÂ
Simon glances up at him over the top of the file. âYou think thereâs something else going on with this Initiative.âÂ
Price nods. âI do. I think thereâs more than one experiment being run, and weâre the guinea pigs.âÂ
You stare at your reflection in the mirror as you run a comb through your damp hair. You look tired, the dark circles that have plagued your face for the last few weeks looking even darker now. Itâs been a long day, so long itâs hard to believe itâs only been a matter of hours since you boarded the helicopter in London.Â
Your new pack had made themselves scarce after dinner, leaving you to your own devices. You had been left alone after lunch too, and you had spent that time laying in bed, resting after the overwhelming scenting.Â
Youâd played back the last few hours in your mind. Leaving London in the helicopter, meeting your new Pack Alpha, Laswell leaving, meeting your new pack, the scenting. You had plenty to think about, to stress over, and you had been surprised when the knock came at your door for dinner. You were equally surprised to see Gaz and Soap waiting for you.Â
Youâd been sandwiched between them again as you walked to the mess. It was busier for dinner, and the eyes werenât quite so quick to look away with the alphas missing. You know they have to be curious, with an omega on base following around two members of a SpecOps team, smelling like them. You know what they were probably thinking of you, what they were thinking your presence means.Â
Youâve begun to understand Priceâs rules a bit more.Â
Price and Ghost had joined you as Soap said they would, coming in late from whatever they had been busy doing. You had been seated next to Soap, Ghost taking his other side while Price sat next to Gaz. It hadnât gone unnoticed to you how close Soap and Ghost sat, and you remembered the look in Ghostâs eyes when Soap had approached to scent you. How his defensive stare had turned icy, threatening even, when heâd gotten close to you as if you were capable of hurting Soap. It had been a silent warning. If you tried anything, youâd have him to contend with.Â
Ghost is territorial, more so than most alphas. You had seen it just a bit in Price, but only because you had been watching for it. Ghost was silent in his claim, but his gaze spoke of his territorialism. As you sat at the table with them, you slowly felt the stares lessen, the curious alphas and betas around you slowly turning away from your table until you were left in peace. You knew it was all thanks to a well-pointed glare from the second alpha at the table.Â
Theyâd escorted you back to the barracks before disappearing again, leaving you alone. Youâd opted for a shower to try and clear your head, exhaustion weighing heavy in your limbs but your mind was racing too much to really get any rest. You havenât been told what their normal schedules entail or even what they look like, but you expect an early morning tomorrow. Since Price had said at least one of them needed to escort you around base, that likely meant you were going to be constrained to their schedules.Â
You know even when theyâre not away, their days are probably full of training and briefings, much like yours had been for three months. Theyâre probably up early, earlier than youâd like to be, and then they go non-stop all day.Â
You wonder if they ever get a break.Â
Maybe this is a break for them.Â
You sit on the edge of the bed after you finish your routine, eyeing the pillows and blankets stacked at the end. Theyâre military issue, not as soft or as plush as you might have preferred. This is your new normal, though. Comfort isnât exactly going to be a high priority.Â
Tears prick your eyes as you run your hand over the comforter. You know itâs the exhaustion, the stress of the day beginning to weigh on you. Youâre worn out, and thatâs causing a slip in the tight reins you keep on your mood. Omegas and alphas were both prone to being moody, and those who were unrestrained could lose control quickly. Alphas were quick to anger, while omegas could get depressed very easily. Exhaustion drives both to being grumpy, though alphas will descend into irritability and anger, while omegas will get whiny and weepy.Â
You hate it, how easily you can be driven to cry. How easily you can lose control. It makes you feel weak and helpless, but thatâs partially by design. It was supposed to be your packâs job to fix that, to give you that support and take care of you.Â
Except you donât know your pack.Â
What would they do if you approached them like this, all teary and needy? Would instinct take over and snap them into their roles? Or would they give you an awkward pat on the back and leave you to take care of yourself? Gaz would help you, you think. He had slipped into that role so easily during the scenting. Your fingers twitch on the bedspread, your mind telling you to seek him out, track him down, even if itâs only to catch a whiff of his scent again. Â
Your phone screen lights up where itâs sitting on the nightstand, drawing your attention from the door. Kate had given you the phone just this morning before you left the hotel. It had her number on it, as well as your packâs. Youâd half expected to find messages already from them when youâd turned it on, but there had been none. They had kept that boundary of meeting in person first.Â
You pick up the phone, checking the message. Itâs from Price.Â
Breakfast is at 0700. Iâll take you to see the Omega Specialist after.Â
Seven oâclock. Itâs not terribly early. Youâd eaten around the same time at the institute. Youâll get to meet the Omega Specialist as well tomorrow. Youâve met plenty of them in your time as an omega, but something about the idea of having someone there who knows, who understands is comforting to you.Â
You send a reply in acknowledgement for tomorrowâs plan before setting an alarm for tomorrow morning. Thereâs an uneasy feeling under your skin, a tickling in the back of your mind that you canât seem to relax. Your eyes are drawn to the desk where the shirts still sit, and before you know it youâre moving to the desk, letting your fingers trail over each one.Â
You grab Priceâs shirt, taking it back to your bed. You curl up with your back facing the door, holding the shirt against your chest, letting the scent of tobacco smoke and whiskey fill your nose. Silent tears slide down your cheeks, your face pressing into the pillow to muffle your sobs.Â
As you try to muffle your tears, you miss the sound of boots pausing in front of your door, the person on the other side standing there for a moment before continuing down the hall.Â
You let out a groan as your alarm pulls you from sleep. You had drifted in and out for a few hours before finally managing to get a couple precious hours of sleep. Youâd woken when the others got up. You knew they were trying to be quiet but you had heard them shuffling around, talking quietly amongst each other. Youâre normally a fairly deep sleeper, but in a new place you always struggle.Â
A new place surrounded by almost complete strangers.Â
You turn off your alarm, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. Theyâre burning a bit, the exhaustion still weighing heavy on your shoulders. You pad to the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face to try and make yourself at least look more alive than you feel. The last thing you need is them getting worried about you. Thatâs attention youâre not sure you want right now.Â
You blink sleepily at your closet, trying to decide what to wear. Were you allowed to wear anything? You didnât have much besides the basics, since the only thing you had been allowed to wear at the institute was its uniform and the clothes they provided. Then when you were with the CIA, they had provided clothes for you to wear as well. The things you have now had been bought by Kate before you left D.C.Â
Everyone on base wore similar variants of the same uniform. Youâre not military, though, so you donât think those rules apply to you. No one had said anything about your state of dress yesterday. You opt for comfort, knowing youâd likely find out soon if you were going to be forced to dress differently too.Â
Youâre tying your shoes when the knock sounds on your door. You had heard the others moving around, footsteps in the hallway, opening and closing doors, quiet voices talking and Soap laughing at something. You know itâs one of them, yet the nervous tickle at the back of your head is back.Â
Soap is leaning casually against your doorframe when you open the door. His face lights up in a smile as he sees you. âMorning, bonny. Sleep alright?âÂ
âYeah.â You shrug. âTossed and turned for a while.âÂ
âWe didne keep ye up did we?â He asks, his smile faltering just a bit.Â
You shake your head. âNo, I never sleep well the first few nights in a new place.âÂ
âWell, our beds are always open if ye need something more comfortable.â He winks at you playfully.Â
Your face warms at his words, the double meaning not lost on you. You were right, Soap was going to be the one to push your boundaries the most.Â
Gaz elbows him in the ribs as he passes. âSheâs been here a day, mate, donât go scaring her off now.â He leans on the other side of your doorframe, giving you a smile. âMorning.âÂ
âMorning.â You say, your face still warm from Soapâs teasing.Â
âYou hungry?â Gaz asks.Â
You nod. You do feel hungry this morning, likely a side effect from your emotional night last night. You step out of your room, the two betas stepping back to give you space as you close the door behind you. Ghost is leaning against the wall next to his door, his eyes watching with the typical cautious disinterest that seemed to be his default setting.Â
Gaz and Soap sandwich you between them again, close enough their arms brush yours as you walk. It was almost as if they could sense your inner turmoil, the neediness still tugging at the back of your mind. If Ghost hadnât been trailing the three of you, you might have been tempted to give in and grip their sleeves, or slip your hands into theirs. How would Ghost respond to such a bold move? The mental image of your body flying through the air as he punted you into next week almost makes you laugh.Â
Price is already seated at a table frowning at his phone over a cup of coffee. Gaz and Soap load up your tray for you, something youâre getting used to rather quickly. It was expected from the alphas, or at least Price, to coddle you a bit, but it seemed the betas were more than happy to get in on it as well.Â
The thought makes something flutter in your chest.Â
Youâre seated between Gaz and Price again once you reach the table, Price greeting you with a tired smile. âMorning. Sleep alright?âÂ
âNot really.â You say honestly. âNew place and all. Iâll settle in eventually.âÂ
âMaybe the Omega Specialist can give you some ideas to help.â He glances at his watch before looking at you as you spoon a heaping spoonful of porridge into your mouth. âTake your time. We have until 8.âÂ
You listen to the conversation at the table as you eat, Gaz and Soap talking about a football game thatâs on tonight. You feel eyes on you, your skin prickling a bit. You glance up, half expecting Ghost to be glowering at you again, but his gaze is focused on his eggs. You cast a quick glance around the mess, turning slightly to look behind you.Â
Three tables over, you find the gaze of some soldier focused on you. You havenât paid much attention to anyone else on the base, but then again you havenât had much time or reason to yet. You canât read the expression on his face as he stares at you, but you feel a shiver run down your spine as your eyes meet his.Â
He stares at you for a few seconds before his gaze moves slightly past you, quickly dropping back to his plate. You turn around, finding Ghost staring just past your head. His eyes are narrowed, his scent coming off stronger than it had been. You can practically see his hackles raised, the warning clear in the air. You feel the urge to curl in on yourself, the threatening aura radiating from him makes you want to cower.Â
It doesn't go unnoticed by those at the table either.Â
âEasy, Ghost.â Price says calmly, Gaz turning to follow his line of sight.Â
âBloody wanker.â Ghost grumbles before rising from the table.Â
You turn back around, but the soldier that had been staring at you is gone.Â
You nervously pick at your sweatshirt sleeves as you sit in the plastic chair next to Price. Youâre still on edge a bit from what happened at breakfast. It wasnât so much being stared at that bothered you. After now three meals in the mess, youâve almost come to expect it. Itâs Ghostâs reaction that has your mind still reeling.Â
âIâve always hated the medical center.â Price says with a sigh as he leans his head back against the wall. âIt smells too sterile. Makes my nose burn. Reminds me of too many close calls.âÂ
His words jar you a bit. You hadnât even thought about that aspect of his job. Heâs used to getting shot at, to getting into fights, running head first into danger that would send most running the other way. You wonder how many times heâs been the one with the close call, and how many others heâs had to watch have their own.Â
You wonder how many times heâs had to make that trip to tell someoneâs family.Â
Youâre pulled from your thoughts as the door across from you opens. Price pushes himself to his feet, and you follow as a kind looking woman steps out. You breathe a quiet sigh of relief. You donât have anything against male Omega Specialists, but you were already surrounded by men. Sure you have Kate, but sheâs half a world away.Â
Sheâs tall, dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. Despite being a doctor sheâs dressed casually, no white coat or gloves to be seen. Her eyes are light green and crease in the corners when she smiles.Â
âHello, Iâm Dr. Keller.â She introduces herself, shaking Priceâs hand.Â
American. You think, silently breathing another sigh of relief. Kate really had pulled some strings with this one.Â
âCaptain John Price.â He says.Â
You introduce yourself when she turns to you, shaking your hand. Her voice is soft and gentle, the scent of beta coming off her in waves.Â
âCome on in,â She says, leading you into the office. âSit anywhere you like. Make yourselves comfortable.âÂ
Her office isnât what you expected either. Instead of the harsh fluorescents, the lighting is softer, warmer. Thereâs paintings and posters all over the walls, along with several plants. Thereâs a desk covered in books and paperwork in one corner and a bookshelf with several books packed into it in the other. Thereâs a couch on one wall, and a couple plush looking chairs on the other.Â
You move to one of the chairs, sinking down onto it. It envelops you in softness, and you feel as if you might sink into it and never be able to get out. After a day of hard plastic and stiff blankets, it nearly makes you weep.Â
Price takes the chair next to you, Dr. Keller sitting on the couch across from you. The office smells good, a light, neutral scent in the air aside from the pure almondy scent of beta.Â
âAlright,â She says, holding a tablet and a stack of files in her lap. âI always like to start by introducing myself and telling you a bit about me, then weâll get into the important stuff.âÂ
She jumps into telling you about herself. Where she grew up: California. Where she studied: UC Berkeley. What institute she did her residency at: West Coast Training Academy. Where she worked last before Kate called her in: some poor inner city institute in LA.Â
âNow, on to the more important stuff.â She says, turning on the tablet. âI got your medical records yesterday. Youâre quite the healthy girl.âÂ
âYes ma'am. I have good genes. Thatâs what my mom used to say.â You respond.Â
Dr. Keller smiles. âHardly even been sick. Your heats are all normal, too, correct?âÂ
âYes, maâam.â You say. âExcept for a three month stretch two years ago.âÂ
âYes, the heat sickness epidemic that hit America.â She says.Â
You nod. âFIOT locked down completely and everyone was supposed to quarantine, but I heard a rumor that it was one of the beta food workers. She snuck out to see her alpha boyfriend and brought it in with her. We only think it was her because she disappeared not long after the first omega got sick.âÂ
Dr. Keller hums. âI know not everyone was so willing to take it seriously. You made a full recovery, though. No lasting side effects, Iâm sure thanks to the state of the art medical facilities that FIOT keeps.âÂ
âYes, maâam. We were lucky it was just a mild case.âÂ
âThat is lucky.â She flips through something on the tablet. âYour lab results all look phenomenal. I like to do checkups monthly, just to ensure everything is working as it should. I know the CIA gave you quite the cocktail of vaccines while you were with them.â She turns her gaze to Price. âCaptain Price, Iâve sent in a request for your teamâs vaccination records as well. Iâm sure youâve had everything under the sun, but Iâd like to ensure thereâs no risk of any accidental exposures.âÂ
âI donât see a problem with that.â Price says. âIf RAMC gives you any trouble, just let me know. Iâll get them for you myself.âÂ
âThank you, Captain.â She says. âOne last bit in this part and then we can move on. I see FIOT issued an implant before you left, as is standard practice.âÂ
You nod. âYes, maâam.âÂ
âGood. Youâve had more than enough time for it to take effect so we wonât have to worry about any accidental slip ups during your next heat.âÂ
Your cheeks warm at her words a bit. Youâve been trying to avoid thinking about that inevitable side of things.Â
âAnd your next heat is roughly six weeks away.â She says, looking at the calendar. âDon't be surprised if it comes a little earlier now that youâre being exposed to alphas again.âÂ
Your stomach twists nervously at that thought. It was common for heats to be triggered early after exposure to alphas, especially after such a prolonged period without exposure to them. It wasnât likely to start tomorrow, but you knew it could jump a week or two due to the natural pheromones alphas put off, and the instinctual call for the alpha/omega bond.Â
âYouâre planning for the claiming to take place during the heat?â Dr. Keller asks.Â
âYes, thatâs the plan.â Price says.Â
âThat is the most natural time for it.â Dr. Keller says. âOf course, it is always up to omega preference in the end.âÂ
You donât miss the way her eyes dart to you for a second.Â
âNow that thatâs over with,â She says, putting the tablet to the side. âIf itâs alright with you, Iâd like to do this next part with just the two of us.âÂ
A beat of silence passes before you realize sheâs asking you. Her eyes are on you, and so are Priceâs. Sheâs asking you. Sheâs asking you what you want.Â
âI-I guess...yeah.â You stutter over your words, not quite sure how to answer. Is there a wrong answer? Would Price be upset if you said yes? Would Dr. Keller be upset if you said no? Your eyes turn to Price, trying to gauge his reaction.Â
âItâs up to you.â He says softly. âWeâre here for you.âÂ
You sit up a little straighter at his words, nodding your head. âY-Yes. Thatâs okay.âÂ
Price pushes himself to stand up. âIâll be right outside.âÂ
The air inside the room seems to lighten as he leaves, Dr. Keller reclining back on the couch as the door clicks shut. She pulls out a stack of papers and a pen before she looks at you. Your palms are sweating, and youâre starting to think youâd like the chair to swallow you whole.Â
âThis next part can feel a bit personal, but I just want you to know that everything you say in here is as confidential as youâd like it to be. Captain Price is right. I am an Omega Specialist, Iâm here for you. Iâm not just a doctor, Iâm here to help you in all aspects of being an omega. I know FIOT teaches a lot, mainly obedience and compliance. I want to make it clear that you can be honest with me.â She holds up the stack of papers. âNo one is going to see these papers but me, alright?âÂ
âYes, maâam.â You nod.Â
âYou donât have to be so formal with me.â She smiles. âYou can call me Dr. Keller, or Doc. You could even call me an evil bitch if you want, it wonât phase me any.âÂ
You canât help the small smile that forms on your face.Â
âIâve got some questions Iâd like to ask you. Theyâre a sort of tracker to measure how well youâre settling in and bonding with your new pack. Iâd like to meet once a week until your next heat just to see how well youâre settling in. After that we can meet as often as youâd like. Sound good?âÂ
You nod in approval. It sounds like a lot, but you also know youâre going to have a lot of downtime, even with your pack on base.Â
âAlright, letâs get started. How are you settling in? I know itâs barely been a day, but I want to know how you feel here.âÂ
Your heart begins to pound in your chest. How do you feel here? How do you feel after being pulled from the institute and taken to a training facility where you found out youâd be moving halfway across the world to be a military packâs omega.Â
This wasnât what you had expected when you reached the age where you became an available omega. Most omegas at FIOT came from rich, powerful, important families and your purpose there was to be groomed into the perfect omega to return right back to that world.Â
You thought you would be chosen quickly. You had expected it. With your scores and your high ratings and your status, you were what most alphas dreamed of. Yet, the years had passed and though there was some interest, nothing had ever come of it. You werenât alone in it. There were others like you, those who excelled at being an omega, but then seemed to stall in the selection once they came of age.Â
Of course, now that you look back on it, you canât help but think it might have been done on purpose. The Omega Initiative was new, you had been told during your first briefing explaining why you were taken to a remote building somewhere outside of D.C. and greeted not by your new pack, but swathes of CIA agents. Military packs were nothing new, but they wanted to utilize the naturally formed packs and make them stronger and more stable by adding in omegas.Â
Only highly skilled omegas were considered for the program, but of course you had no say in whether you were going to partake or not. They chose the omegas and they decided where you would end up.Â
It wasnât that dissimilar from being chosen from an Institute. At FIOT there was a screening process packs had to go through to be determined eligible to have access to omega files. Then the pack would have to send a neutral emissary, usually a beta, to meet the omegas in person and choose on behalf of the alpha. Most institutes donât have that strenuous of a process, and some donât have a process at all. In some, alphas themselves could walk in and choose an omega without even so much as a background check.Â
Omegas never got a say. As soon as you were handed over to an institute, the ability to choose was taken from you. Whoever your caretakers were as a pup signed over their rights to you and the institute became your legal guardian. They dictated your life up until you joined a new pack.Â
You had hoped it would be someone rich. If nothing else, youâd get to live a cushy life and youâd never have to worry about anything. When they told you what was really going to happen to you, you had almost cried. You did cry, late at night curled up in your bunk after hours of training and briefings.Â
Kate picked you for this pack specifically because she knew them and she knew you could handle them and their world.Â
Maybe if you had been worse at being an omega, things would have been better for you.Â
Or maybe they would have been worse.Â
âItâs...different.â You finally say, picking at your sleeves again. âBut in a lot of ways, itâs similar to The Institute. It always takes me time to settle somewhere new.âÂ
âMe too.â Dr. Keller says, writing some things down. âAnd with the time change, itâs just so much harder. I feel like I should be in bed right now, but itâs 8 AM. Have you started nesting?âÂ
You shake your head. âNo. I donât even feel the urge to.âÂ
âThatâs fine.â She says, writing something else down. âIn truth, Iâd be more concerned if you were.âÂ
Your eyebrows raise a bit. âWhy?âÂ
âDuring an adjustment period for an omega, especially in a new pack, there can be something that happens called false instincts. The sudden urge to nest, a drive to bond with pack members too soon, false heats. Itâs usually brought on by a sudden change in environment, like when omegas are taken from a place where theyâve spent sometimes years with no exposure to alphas and are suddenly thrown into a space with a lot of alphas. Itâs more common in larger packs where you have alphas, betas, and other omegas.âÂ
âCould it happen in smaller packs?â You ask.Â
âItâs possible, though rare. It can cause some serious issues down the line when those instincts are actually supposed to begin to show up, like adjustment sickness. Iâd say if youâre starting to feel the urge to nest or bond before the first week is up, then come talk to me, alright?âÂ
âYes, maâam.â You nod.Â
She smiles, turning the page. âHow far have you gotten with the bonding process?âÂ
âJust the scenting yesterday.â You answer.Â
âAnd how did that go?âÂ
You pick at the loose thread on your sweatshirt. âFine. It was...overwhelming.âÂ
âThey can be.â Dr. Keller says. âThe new members of your pack, how are you getting along with them?âÂ
âFine, I guess.â You shrug. âI like Soap and Gaz. Price, heâs...heâs nice, and Ghost...â You trail off, not sure how to answer. If sheâd asked before breakfast you might have said he doesn't like you. He doesnât want you to be part of his pack, but after what happened at breakfast...
You canât be sure he did it for you. He could have thought that soldier was staring at Soap or Gaz or even Price. He could have thought the soldier was staring at him and was annoyed with it. He had scared off the stares at every meal youâd eaten together, but how often did they get stared at? You couldnât know if that was a daily occurrence and he was just growing sick of it.Â
He could be annoyed with you because youâre drawing in the stares.Â
âI donât know what to think about him yet.â You answer.Â
She writes something else down, going through a few more questions with you. How is your appetite? How are you sleeping? Are you taking care of your needs? Do you have any concerns?Â
Before you know it the hour has passed and youâre walking out the door into the fluorescent, sterile hallway of the medical center.Â
âRemember, you have my number. If you need anything, Iâm here for you.â Dr. Keller says as you part ways.Â
You walk with Price out of the medical center, glad to be out in the fresh air. Itâs not particularly warm, and the sun is hidden behind a layer of clouds, but itâs better than the medical center.Â
âWhat do you think?â Price asks as you follow him back to the barracks.Â
âI think it went well.â You say, mind still reeling from an eventful morning. Youâre beginning to feel your restless night.Â
âDo you like Dr. Keller?â He asks, probing a bit.Â
You nod. âYes, sir. Sheâs nice.âÂ
âGood.â He says, opening the door to the barracks for you. âI have to leave to oversee training for the next few hours.â He glances at his watch. âOne of us will come get you for lunch.âÂ
You nod. Of course youâd find yourself alone again between meals. Youâre beginning to notice a pattern. âYes, sir.âÂ
His hand is warm as it settles on your shoulder, squeezing gently. Youâre surprised by the touch, as small as it is. Were they too fighting the urge to get close to you, like you had this morning?Â
You can still feel the warmth of his hand even after itâs disappeared and heâs gone. You head for the rec room, deciding to avoid the constricting feeling of being shut in your room for the time being.Â
The TV is on when you enter, but the room is empty, playing some morning talk show. You move to the bookshelf against the wall, letting your eyes scan the titles. There's a surprising lack of military-based books shoved into the packed shelf. Of course there's a handful of old manuals and handbooks, nothing that you're particularly concerned about needing to read. You let out a sigh, standing on your toes to reach a Brandon Sanderson novel.Â
You look around the room but the remote for the TV seems to be missing, and itâs too high on the wall for you to reach the power button, so you leave it on, curling up on one corner of the couch as you begin to read.Â
Youâre not sure how much time has passed when something moves in your peripheral. The sun has come out briefly, shining in through the windows. You look up from the book, suddenly feeling very small under Ghostâs gaze. His eyes are narrowed as he stares down at you, a thousand things flashing through your mind. Are you in his spot? Is this his book? Had he come to the rec room hoping to be alone and here you are infringing in his space?Â
âCome on.â He says, his voice rougher than it had been this morning. âLunch.âÂ
Heâs already turned and heading out the door as you scramble up, leaving the book on the coffee table as you hurry to catch up to him. His steps are quick and wide, and you find yourself having to almost speedwalk to keep up with him.Â
Your thoughts are jumbled as you follow him out of the barracks and off towards the mess. Why would they send him to get you? Was he the only one available? Yesterday they had time before lunch to return to the barracks, or had that only been because of you? Or were they perhaps hoping this might offer a chance for the two of you to bond a bit?Â
Or were they entirely blind to Ghostâs disinterest in your existence?Â
Perhaps they were used to it. After so long together, perhaps they just thought it was normal. If you were brave enough to bring it up, would you get a âoh thatâs just how he isâ in response?Â
You canât see the others as you enter the mess, Ghost leading you to the line. He stands behind you like a hulking shadow, his scent covered by the smell of gunpowder and sweat. You fill your own tray for the first time, grabbing things that look appetizing. Youâll have to get used to it eventually, even though the others insisted on doing it for the time being. When theyâre not here, youâll have to do it yourself.Â
Ghost leads you to an empty table, and you opt to sit across from him. You begin to eat, taking big bites to avoid the need for conversation, not that you really thought Ghost would strike up a conversation with you. Your eyes flicker around the room nervously, glancing over the entrances time and time again, waiting for the others to arrive.Â
âStop twitching. Theyâre on their way.âÂ
The words cut straight through you and you snap your head around to face Ghost. Heâs got his mask pulled up to his nose, your eyes immediately drawn to the exposed pale skin. Thereâs light stubble on his chin. You remember how that had felt on your own skin when heâd scented you. Heâs blonde, you think, or at least has light hair judging by the color of the stubble. Thereâs a scar on his chin, almost hidden by the stubble.Â
Your face warms as you realize youâve been caught in your nervous fretting. Of course, you should have known he would take notice. Thereâs not a lot they donât notice, you think. Though, when your survival depends on noticing even the smallest detail of anything or anyone...
You jump as a tray is set down next to yours, your eyes snapping up to see Gaz with a smile on his face. You turn back to look at Ghost, his mask pulled back down but you see a slight shake to his shoulders for a second.
Was he...laughing at you?Â
Your attention is drawn from him as Gaz takes a seat next to you, sitting close enough his arm is almost brushing yours. Price and Soap taking their usual spots as well. Youâre beginning to pick up on the patterns that existed around them, and their own patterns. Perhaps that will make it easier for you to fit yourself into their lives. You knew from the start they werenât going to change to fit you into their lives. They couldnât. You were going to have to find a way to fit into their lives.Â
Gaz walks you back to the barracks after lunch, abnormally quiet as he watches you warily. He walks you to your door, leaning on the doorframe as you step inside.Â
âYou alright?â He asks, big brown eyes shining with worry as he looks you over.Â
âYeah.â You nod, shifting on your feet. âJust tired. I think I might take a nap.âÂ
He nods, and youâre sure he doesn't quite believe you, but he doesnât press any. âAlright. Happy napping.âÂ
You close the door as he leaves, sinking down onto the edge of the bed with a sigh. Itâs been a long day and itâs only lunch. Between the probing questions from Dr. Keller and the few minutes you had spent alone with Ghost you feel exhausted. It was good to know you werenât entirely broken in your lack of nesting instincts, and perhaps your turmoil with belonging in this place wasnât quite as abnormal as you thought.Â
What to do about Ghost.
Heâs said more words to you today than he did in the entirety of the previous day. In fact, you think today might be the first time heâs spoken to you at all. You know he doesnât approve of you, and youâd go so far as to say he doesnât like you. You can imagine he fought the hardest against you being added to the pack. They were fine without you. It didnât take a genius to see that.Â
Youâre an outsider. A civilian. A risk.Â
An unneeded disruption to their lives.Â
You pull your phone out of your pocket, staring at the dark screen. You know Ghost might never accept you. He wonât want to claim you, he wonât mate you, but...perhaps you might just get him to tolerate you.Â
You unlock your phone, sending a quick text to Kate.Â
âCan you get a book for me?â
You regret your decision momentarily as you step into the rec room. Gaz and Soap are lounged on the couch, beer bottles open on the coffee table. The TV is playing ads, their attention on each other. You almost feel as if youâre infringing upon a private moment as they laugh, half tempted to race back to your room and hide until your hunger draws you out or someone breaks down the door to get to you.Â
âHey!â Gazâs face lights up when he sees you, Soap turning to look at you.
âHey, bonny!â His face lights up with a smile.Â
âDo you mind if I join you?â You ask, shifting nervously on your feet.Â
âNot at all.â Gaz says, patting the empty spot on the couch next to him. âYou want a beer?âÂ
You shake your head. âNo thank you. Never could get past the taste.âÂ
Soap throws his head back as he laughs, slapping Gazâs shoulder. âI keep tellinâ ye!âÂ
âYet you keep drinking it!â Gaz attempts to defend himself.Â
âCause itâs thâ only thing we got!â Soap argues, leaning around Gaz to stare at you. âSo, ye a football fan, bonny?âÂ
âWell, I watched the World Cup a couple times as a kid.â You say. âMy household was more of an American football and baseball household. Two of my older brothers played soccer, though they never were very serious about it. Mostly just did it to fulfill my dadâs physical activity extracurricular requirement.âÂ
âWhat did you do to fulfill that requirement?â Gaz asks as he takes a sip of his beer.Â
âSoftball. I was...not good at it.â You laugh. âI could catch and throw, but I donât think I hit the ball a single time I was at bat.âÂ
Both of them chuckle, turning back to the TV as the ad ends. âDonât worry, weâll turn you into a proper football fan yet.â Gaz says.Â
You watch the game with them, and it doesnât take you long to realize theyâre rooting for opposing teams. They explain things to you here and there in between yelling at the TV and each other. Despite how loud they are, you find yourself relaxing further and further, the tension from the last two days easing away, even as the two betas yell at each other over a soccer game.Â
Gaz tenses for a second as he feels a sudden weight on his shoulder. He turns his head slightly, noticing youâve fallen asleep, your head drooping onto his shoulder. His lips quirk up in a smile as he gently nudges Soap.Â
âWha?â Soap asks, turning to look at him.Â
He jerks his head to the side, leaning back just slightly so Soap can see. A grin breaks out on the younger manâs face and he pulls out his phone. âAww, look aâ that. Think we should wake âer and get âer tae bed?âÂ
âNah.â Gaz says. âLet her sleep for now. She probably needs it.âÂ
You sleep soundly through overtime, Gaz not moving until the post game is over, letting you sleep as long as possible. He knows you have to be tired, after the last few days and the time difference. You looked tired today, with dark circles and droopy eyes. He hates to wake you, but he knows you canât sleep on the couch.Â
He nudges you gently, trying to rouse you. âHey.â He nudges you again, your head finally lifting off his shoulder.Â
You blink sleepily, rubbing at your eyes. You make a quiet sound in protest of being awake, eyes drooping closed again.Â
âCome on, love.â He says, keeping you upright. âItâs time for bed.âÂ
You cover your yawn with your hand, blinking at him sleepily. âBed?â You murmur sleepily, Gaz smiling softly at how adorable you are in this state.Â
âYeah, youâll be more comfortable in bed.â He pushes himself to stand, hands on your arms to pull you up.Â
You make another sound in protest, nearly falling against his chest when he gets you on your feet. He wraps an arm around you, letting you lean on him as he guides you back to bed, Soap cleaning up the mess they had made.Â
Youâre more awake once you get to your door, blinking up at him with bleary eyes. ââS fun.â You murmur, rubbing your eyes. âShould do that more often.âÂ
âYouâre always welcome to join us.â He says. âGet some rest. Youâve had a long week.â He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âNight, love.âÂ
He waits until your door is closed before heading back down the hallway towards the rec room, a small smile on his face.Â
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always only you (c.sc)
summary:Â the date was terrible, awful even, but you just can't call your brother to pick you up. you have to call his best friend instead.
note:Â hi um....... i'm back and a seventeen stan now????? don't worry, i'm still working on ateez fic, but s.coups has taken hold of my brain and i needed to get this one out there so..... pls enjoy
warnings:Â non idol!seungcheol, fem!reader, older brother mingyu, seungcheol is mingyus bff, reader is called a sl*t in a mean way by her shitty date, v protective cheol, reckless driving, unprotected sex (wrap it up dont be like them), reader is curvy and descriptors like full, thick, etc. are used throughout, makeouts, grinding, cheol is obsessed with pussy, i mean fr he's a bonafide wap enjoyer, an oral aficionado of the wettest kind, anyways there's oral sex f receiving, hand stuff, rough fingering, rough but passionate sex, use of baby and princess, creampies b/c lbr he's gotta, anyways they're obsessed with each other
pairings:Â s.coups x reader
genre:Â smut and more smut, childhood friends to lovers
word count: 14.2K
It was a bad date.Â
Not the worst date youâve ever had, granted, but still pretty up there in terms of terrible. He left an hour ago, the minute you interrupted his monologue to tell him that you were pretty sure things werenât going to work out. Youâve never had someone leave in the middle of a date before, but then again, youâve never actually told someone the date was bad in the middle either.Â
Not being able to find the right guy is starting to feel embarrassing. Itâs been years since your last relationship and months since you even had a second date. Naively, you had had such a good feeling about tonight and having to be proven wrong at breakneck speed before you even got your entrees feels like some kind of poetic karma for something you must have done. You just wish for once you had kept your mouth shut, but your good feeling had been infectious and your excitement about the date bubbled up out of you to your friends and your coworkers.Â
You just wish you never told Mingyu.Â
I have a really good feeling about him. Thatâs what you told your brother on the phone a few hours ago. Weâve been talking for a few weeks, I think youâll really like him.
Stupid.Â
You should have known he was on the rebound from the suspiciously large gap in photos on his Instagram. You should have known he was just trying to sleep with you from the minute he commented on your dress, from the way he touched your shoulder for too long for the first hug. You should have known on top of all of that that he would be boring from his joking non-answer when you asked about his most recent read. Sometimes it takes all of those things wrapped up tightly together and shoved directly in your face from across a dining room table to know for sure.Â
You just wish you never said a word to Mingyu. You donât want to see that look in his eyes when you tell him he wasnât the right guy. His eyes always go soft, mouth downturned, and it kills you every time because he means it when he says - Youâll find the right guy soon, anyone would be crazy to not love you.Â
Tonight you really donât want pity, you donât think you can handle it.Â
âAre you ready for the check?â The serverâs voice snaps you right out of your thoughts and you look up at his sympathetic smile.Â
âSorry,â You manage, âyes,â
âNo rush,â He lies, immediately producing the leather billfold and sliding it across the tablecloth.Â
The floor doesnât start to drop out from beneath you until you open it, despite having to sit here and eat your pasta alone. This place is expensive, more expensive than you thought.Â
Your eyes run through the bill. Four cocktails, two appetizers, two entrees, one slice of cherry cheesecake. The bills your date left on the table just barely covers three cocktails. You canât afford this. The prices here were probably nothing for your date given how much he talked about his extremely smart investing strategies, but not for you.Â
You do fast math, panic math.Â
After paying the bill youâll have 9,600 won in your debit account. You get paid tomorrow so itâs not the scariest number youâve ever seen in your account, but itâs definitely not enough for a taxi home.Â
Your stomach churns.Â
You pay the bill quickly, quietly, the serverâs hovering presence by your shoulder enough to tell you there is in fact a considerable rush. Your card is returned to you in moments, and he places a brown paper bag in front of you, âThereâs an extra slice of cheesecake in there for you,â he says, âIâm sorry about your date.â
Heâs gone before you can say thank you.Â
You suppose you canât really sit inside anymore if youâve paid the bill and youâre holding a to-go bag, so you step out into the chilly night air. Itâs been raining lately, but barely. Itâs been cloudy more than anything, and yet here you are walking outside into the cold night air and a late autumn storm of icy rain.Â
Your date was a special kind of bastard for leaving you stranded a half hour from your apartment in a storm like this.Â
The comments he made about you, about your dress and the way it fits flick through your mind and your jaw draws tightly shut. If you had had the wherewithal in that moment to slap him or toss a glass of water in his face you would have, but instead you sat frozen with your stomach in knots.Â
It takes you one flash of rage to scroll through your phone and delete the three dating apps installed, and then you open up your contacts and scroll for your brotherâs name. He doesnât live too far from here, and you know heâs probably out with some of his friends, but if youâre lucky maybe heâs close by. Your finger hovers over Mingyuâs contact, but you can't quite make the call.Â
Youâre twenty-six, you should be grown up enough to get home by yourself after a bad date and not have to call him to rescue you. Embarrassment floods you, the idea of admitting you canât afford the taxi tonight just sinks into your bones. You love your brother so much, but the idea of seeing him look at you the way he sometimes does and then slip money into your purse for you to find at home makes you want to cry. Youâd call him and youâd tell him youâre returning it and heâd play dumb - What money, y/n? I didnât put that there, maybe itâs like when you find 50,000 won in your old jeans?
No, you canât call him. You canât go over to his lovely little apartment with his absolutely lovely fiance and cry about the sorry state of your romantic life. Nothing about that will make you feel better in this moment, absolutely nothing.Â
You scroll away from his contact and you think about anyone else you could call, but thereâs only one person who keeps coming to mind. Thereâs no way heâll pick up, not when he sees your number on his phone, not after the way youâve treated him for the past year, but his apartment really isnât that far from here and if he doesnât hate your guts you know heâll at least give you a ride.Â
The rain picks up, pelting you hard enough that you have to duck back under the measly lip of the restaurants roof for what cover it provides, and you donât realize youâre well and truly crying until your cheeks feel warm and wet and you canât get a full breath, but here you are. Stranded alone, broke, and loveless in an apparently ill fitting dress, and thereâs only one personâs voice you want to hear even if itâs just his stupid voicemail box.Â
Tears hiccup out of you as you dial, cold fingers shaking as you try to press the numbers youâve had memorized by heart since you were thirteen and got your first cell phone.Â
The phone rings twice before he answers, âHey, you,âÂ
The easy sound of his voice makes your tears come faster. Your breath hitches in your chest, âCheol?â
ây/n?â His voice shifts, âAre you crying?â
âIâm,â You hiccup again, âIâm sorry,â
âHey,â He tries again, ây/n, is that you?âÂ
âI messed up,â Your head is starting to throb and you press your eyes closed, leaning back against the cold wall of the restaurant and hiding as much of your body under the overhang of the roof as possible, âIâm sorry to call,â
âThatâs okay,â Seungcheol says, his voice sounding strained, âwhat happened, princess?âÂ
He hasnât called you that in years, not since you were fifteen and carrying a torch for him. Not since you made Mingyu tell him to stop.Â
âC-can you come get me?â You wish you could just stop crying.
âTell me where you are,â He answers immediately, and despite the rain you hear the sound of his car keys.Â
You give him the name of the restaurant, the closest cross streets, all blubbered out between fat tears and rain drops.Â
âThatâsâŚâ He sounds distant suddenly and then his voice reconnects, âtwenty minutes, okay? Iâll be there in twenty minutes, princess, just take a deep breath,âÂ
You drag in a shaky breath, âCheol,â you scrub the tears from under your eyes, âIâm sorry, I didnât know who else to call,âÂ
âMe,â He says, his car starting up in the background, âyou always call me if you need me,âÂ
You havenât seen him in almost a year, barely talked to him outside of sending reactions to each other's Instagram stories, but heâs coming.Â
The way you fell away from him was gradual at first, and then an intentional self preservationist wall. Mingyu had introduced his best friend to a girl, and despite your high school crush being supposedly dead and buried, you werenât prepared for what Choi Seungcheol in love would look like. You started being busier and busier until his calls went unanswered and then eventually his calls just stopped altogether. Mingyu told you later that the relationship didnât last, but the damage was done and in the end it was just easier not to reach out first.Â
You canât believe he picked up the phone and you canât believe the first thing he heard from you in a year was hysterical crying. Taking a set of deep, steadying breaths you wipe away the wetness from your cheeks. Your date had hurt your feelings, but you only let it last for a minute. You wouldnât let a man with such a fragile ego get into your head, and besides, youâve always liked this dress.Â
Seungcheol makes it to you in fifteen minutes flat. Heâs broken at least six traffic laws to get to you, including running a solidly red, redlight, but he really doesnât care.Â
Heâs seen you cry before, plenty of times. When you skinned your knee at seven or that time he and Mingyu played a prank when you were eleven, tricking you into thinking you were home alone on Halloween night. Heâs seen you cry at movies and at videos of puppies and the sound of moving music, and he remembers your eyes full of glassy tears watching Mingyu graduate college. He remembers the sound of it when your grandmother died when you were nineteen, the way your shoulders shook and your breath wheezed as you hid your face tightly in your brother's chest while he looked on feeling so, so helpless.Â
Seungcheol remembers all of it, but heâs never heard you sound like you did tonight. Â
Mingyu had said you had a date. Earlier in Seungcheolâs night at a bar not far from his apartment, his best friend mentioned it off hand. Mingyu said it like an afterthought as he answered one of your texts. Seungcheol tried not to notice the way his hand tightened on his beer can, enough to make the aluminum crack inwards on itself where his thumb dug into the cool metal. He tried not to think too much about what that meant, just like heâs been trying not to think too much about you at all lately.Â
Now his mind is racing, threading the pieces together as the wet road whips by. The threadiness of your voice turns synonymous with panic in his mind and now all he can think about is how heâll find you when he gets there. He goes over the facts he knows while he stops behind a small block of traffic, his knuckles white as he grips the wheel.Â
A date, a bad date, a date you needed a ride away from. The kind of date you couldnât tell your brother about, when he knows that Mingyu is always your first call. As the traffic disperses he presses the gas pedal and weaves around the slower cars, images flickering in his mindâs eye. A faceless man looking at you, making you uncomfortable, pressing into your space. His mind loops on the image of an unwanted kiss, of pushy hands finding their way under your blouse.Â
By the time heâs skidding into the parking lot of the restaurant his hands are shaking and heâs ready to kill.Â
When he sees you, wet and shivering on the sidewalk, he nearly falls out of the car trying to get to you. He leaves the key in the ignition, the door flung wide open with warmth pouring out into the chilly night air.Â
He looks flustered, rumpled like he was having a quiet night in. Heavy gray sweatpants that hang just right on his hips and an oversized white shirt. Heâs wearing socks and slides and the second you see him it dawns on you that when you called him you must have sounded hysterical because he didnât even try to dress for the icy weather.Â
âYou look terrible,â You clap a hand over your lips to stop yourself from laughing, and you canât believe thatâs the first thing you manage to say to him after a year. You hate yourself for having no filter, no off switch, no ability to just be normal and say thank you for coming all this way.Â
His expression runs from panic to confusion in a split second, âWhat?âÂ
âFuck,â You laugh, shaking your head, âno, sorry, you look good, but itâs raining like hell, get in the car,âÂ
He blinks, ây/n,âÂ
âCome on,â You duck out from beneath the measly roof overhang and dart towards the passenger side door, âitâs freezing, Iâll explain in the car,âÂ
Your dress is wet, but not soaked through, so you hope you wonât do any damage to his seats as you slide into the warmth of his car and shut the door. It takes him at least thirty seconds to follow you, but through his confusion at your reaction you bet he finally registers the cold wetness of his socks and it snaps him back to reality.Â
He leaves the car in park and turns his body to you.Â
You owe him an explanation, especially given the way you cried on the phone to him twenty minutes ago, but all you can think right now is that itâs really, really nice to see his face again. His hair has gotten longer, shaggier and curled a little at the neck and it might just be the fit of his shirt, but he looks broader. Itâs only been a year, but he looks so much more like a man now. All you can manage is, âHey, Cheol,âÂ
âHey,â He answers, shifting himself further in the seat so that heâs almost twisted up sideways, one leg tucked up to accommodate the position.Â
The front of his shirt is damp with rain and clinging a bit to his chest and you look down. You really do not need to be having these kinds of thoughts about him again, itâs only been a minute, ninety seconds at the most. Â
ây/n,â He says, his voice slow and soft, âwhat happened?âÂ
Shame floods you, heating your cheeks red.Â
He stretches a hand across the center console, but he stops halfway, his fingers closing into a loose fist, âYou know you can tell me anything, right?âÂ
âI know,âÂ
âI wonât tell Gyu,â He offers quietly, âjust tell me what happened, and I promise, Iâll take care of it.âÂ
Oh.Â
Your head snaps up at his serious tone, âNothing happened, Iâm fine,âÂ
He looks more confused than before if thatâs even possible, and you can practically see him working out his next words.Â
âCheol,â You shake your head, âIâm serious, Iâm completely fine, I just needed a ride,âÂ
âYou were crying,â He says, not a question but a fact.Â
âI know,â You sigh.Â
âYou were crying like something happened,â He draws his arm back and runs a hand through his damp hair, âand you called me?âÂ
âI know,â You repeat, âit was a bad date, but thatâs all it was. He ditched me without a ride though and I just,âÂ
Seungcheolâs lips close at your words as he waits for you to finish.Â
âThe thought of calling Mingyu and telling him about this just,â You clear your throat to push back a little bubble of emotion, âyeah, I couldnât do that,âÂ
âOh,â His voice drops, and Seungcheol shifts in his seat, throwing the car into drive, âgot it.âÂ
âNo, Cheol,â You shake your head, âthatâs not what I meant,âÂ
âItâs fine,â He peels out of the parking lot, âIâll drive you home.â
Heâs angry, pissed at you in that way he gets pissed. Tightened jaw, heavy sighs, his knee bouncing in irritation. If you give it five minutes heâll tell you whatâs bothering him, heâll say it in a fast rush like heâs more disappointed than mad. You have to let him come to you when heâs like this, no amount of trying to explain will fix it, so you wait.Â
The drive is silent, and you fight the urge to jump in with directions when he approaches each light and turn. He knows where your apartment is, he helped you move in four years ago when you graduated college. Mingyu and his friends lifting box after box and telling you to just relax and let the professionals handle it. You smile at the memory.Â
He stays quiet until he turns off the major road and down the side streets that will take you to your apartment, but finally he says, âYou canât just call me like that and expect me to drop everything when you have a bad date,âÂ
âWere you busy?â You didnât think so judging by the state of his clothes, but itâs not out of the realm of possibility. He could have had friends over, maybe a girl. You wonder idly if heâs seeing someone.Â
âThatâs not the point,â He glances at you, âand you know it.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â You tell him, and you mean it, âI really didnât know who to call, and I just,âÂ
âWhat, y/n?â He pushes a little.Â
��I just donât want to tell Mingyu about the date,â You confess, âand I didnât mean to call you and be such a mess, the date really was bad and I was feeling sorry for myself, and I didnât have enough money to get home,âÂ
âWhat?â He swivels his head to the side for a moment and then refocuses on the road.Â
âI would have called a taxi,â You explain, âbut my fucking date left and didnât pay after we ordered all this food and it was more than I was planning for,âÂ
âHe didnât pay?â He sounds disgusted and you smile.Â
âNo,â You tell him, âbut in fairness, I did tell him in the middle of the date it wasnât going to work out,âÂ
He laughs sharply, and you know heâs still irritated but at least heâs listening, âThat bad?âÂ
âYeah,â You sigh, âbut it is what it is,âÂ
He glances over to you again, âSo he walked out?âÂ
âBasically,â You nod, âhe said what he needed to say, dropped twenty-thousand won on the table like that was going to cover anything and walked out. At least now I know he was an asshole, Iâm not missing out on anything,âÂ
âWhat did he say to you?â His voice pops up an octave.Â
Youâd really rather not tell him, youâd be fine burying the comment he made deep down inside never to be unpacked again. You shake your head, âItâs fine,âÂ
âIt doesnât seem fine,â He starts, but you smoothly cut back in.Â
âI just didnât want Gyu to feel bad for me I guess, he knew I was looking forward to the date, and having to call for a ride like this, I donât know. I was embarrassed,â You explain.Â
âI still donât understand why you called me, though,â He admits, and you can still feel the tension in him even though the conversation has been ebbing and flowing, âIâm not your brother.âÂ
Irritation sparks in you at the comment, âI know youâre not,â you turn to him, âbut weâre friends, arenât we?âÂ
âFriends call each other,â He says simply, âdonât they?âÂ
You let his comment sit in the air between you for a moment, and then you sigh, âYeah, they do. Iâm sorry I disappeared on you like that,âÂ
âI tried calling,â He says softly, âbut you were always busy,âÂ
âI know,â You breathe.Â
He drives further, slower now and safer that youâre in the car, and you can see him thinking through your words. Finally he slides his hand across the center console with his palm turned up, offering you his hand, ây/n,â he says, âare you doing okay? With money, I mean, after what you said?âÂ
âIâm good,â You tell him, âit was just shitty timing,âÂ
âIf you need anything,â He squeezes your hand as you slide your palm across his, âIâm here, we donât have to say anything to,âÂ
 âIâm okay,â You assure him, âbut thank you, seriously,âÂ
He nods, accepting your words, but then he asks something harder, âWhat did that guy say to you, y/n? I know you, you werenât crying like that over not being able to get a taxi,âÂ
You sigh, leaning back in the passenger seat, âCan I ask you to let it go?âÂ
âYou can ask,â He shrugs, âbut so can I.âÂ
You sit quietly, looking at your entwined hands resting on your knee. His thumb strokes over your knuckles slowly.Â
âFine,â You murmur, âhe said he didnât want to date me anyways, he just came to sleep with me,âÂ
His hand tightens on yours.Â
âAnd if I wasnât going to fuck him,â You do your best to clean up some of the language he used when he got up from the table, âI shouldnât have dressed like a slut,âÂ
You leave out the part that really cut deep, the part that made the more form fitting dress you chose go from sexy to something sour.Â
âGive me this assholeâs name,â Seungcheol skids to a stop a little too harshly at the next traffic light and turns to you.Â
âNo,â You shake your head, âIâm fine now, it just stung,âÂ
His lips close in a tight line and then he sighs, âIâm so sorry someone said that to you,âÂ
âDonât apologize, Cheol,â You squeeze his hand, âyou didnât say it.âÂ
âI know, but still,â He holds your gaze, âit was mean, and you deserve much better from a guy youâre seeing, and you donât look like, or I mean, you arenât a,âÂ
You smile as he stumbles over his words and someone behind him gently honks the horn enough to let him know the light has gone green.Â
He jolts and refocuses on the road, clearing his throat, âWhat Iâm trying to say is that you look nice, pretty. The dress is good, and you, um, you donât look,âÂ
âThank you,â You cut him off, trying to save him from swallowing his own tongue out of embarrassment, and you ignore the way your stomach flipped over on itself hearing Seungcheol call you pretty.Â
âYeah,â He swallows, slowing down to make the final turn onto your little block, âyou know what I mean,âÂ
âMhm,â You laugh, breaking down any lingering tension, âCheol, are you a little disappointed you didnât get to punch my date? Is that it?âÂ
âShut up,â He sighs.Â
âAw,â You smile as he pulls into a space by your apartment, âYou were worried about me?âÂ
He rolls his eyes as he kills the ignition, âYou were hysterical,â he says, âwhat was I supposed to think?âÂ
âDonât worry,â You smile as he throws open the driverâs side door, âI think itâs kind of sweet that you went all knight and shining armor on me,âÂ
His lip twitches, âDonât make fun,â he says, âI thought something bad happened to you,âÂ
âNothing bad happened to me,â You find yourself assuring him again even though he already knows this, and you twist the moment back to a joke as quickly as you can, âunless you count listening to a guy talk about his ex for twenty minutes,âÂ
He grimaces, âUgh,âÂ
âExactly,âÂ
âActually, you know what,â He grins, âyouâre right, that is a terrible date and you were right to call me,âÂ
Heâs out of the car and crossing to your door and relief floods your chest. Just like that, youâre back to normal.Â
Seungcheol pulls open your door to let you out and says, âDo you have a towel or something?âÂ
âYou want to come up?âÂ
âIf you donât mind,â
âYou just swooped in and saved my night, Coups, of course I donât mind.â He smiles at the nickname, the one mostly used by his friend group and coined by Seungcheol himself during their short lived Soundcloud music career freshman year of college. The nickname stuck, but you and Mingyu knew him before and youâve both always, always called him Seungcheol.Â
He ducks his head, smiles, and follows you up the stairs and into your apartment just like old times.Â
Itâs a little strange seeing him like this after so much time has passed, but no matter what has happened in your life, even when your childhood little crush on him was making your nights sleepless, heâs always been there. Heâs been a constant in your life since you could form memories, and when you really think about it, youâve never not known Seungcheol. Suddenly seeing him in your living room feels right, and it makes you wonder why you couldnât pick up the phone and say something real to him this past year.
âIt looks good in here,â He offers, toeing off his slides in the entryway and stepping into your little living room, âit looks like you,âÂ
âThanks,â Youâre pretty sure the floor of your bedroom is still covered in clothes from earlier, but heâs not going to see that and youâre just glad you didnât let that chaos spillover out here.Â
âSo,â He clears his throat lightly.Â
âTowel,â You jump, âright, hold on,âÂ
You disappear down the hall and Seungcheolâs chest goes fluttering fast. He doesnât need a towel, he doesnât need anything except a pair of dry socks and his own bed, and he canât figure out for the life of him why he gave into the little voice that told him to come upstairs. Youâve made it pretty clear over the past year or so that youâve grown up, youâve made your own group of friends outside of him and your brother and the guys. He doesnât need to be here, you donât need him anymore, you just needed a ride.Â
But heâs missed you a little. A lot if heâs being honest with himself. Sometimes he finds himself asking Mingyu about you, hoping you might drop by while heâs at his best friendâs place. Your name on his phone screen earlier in the night had stopped his heart cold. He couldnât imagine why you were calling and not just texting, and he picked up the phone so fast he thought he might have fucked it up and accidentally pressed end. He tried to sound casual, normal, but his heart was pounding.Â
Standing in your living room he feels out of place, like a forgotten childhood relic unboxed in the middle of a new home. He doesnât know which seat to sit in, he doesnât have his spot on your couch here like he did at your old place. He doesnât know where you keep your glasses or which remote would switch on the television. He doesnât know which book youâve been reading from the little stack on the table or the name of the place youâve been working, and thereâs a manâs jacket hanging on the wall in the hallway that he doesnât recognize. He hopes itâs Mingyuâs.Â
He doesnât know why heâs here. He should leave. He should go.Â
âOkay,â Your voice comes back, and he tears his eyes away from the little details of your life he doesnât recognize to look back at you, âIâve got a towel, socks, and I bet I have a sweatshirt of Gyuâs around here if youâre cold,âÂ
âIâm good,â He recovers, taking the dry items from your hands.Â
Your fingers brush along his as you pass everything off and your stomach jumps.Â
âCome in,â You wave him in, âIâll make some coffee or something and then I need to change,âÂ
âYou should get a warm shower,â He says abruptly, âyouâll catch a cold,âÂ
âIâm fine,â You shake your head, âI wasnât out there for too long,âÂ
âIâll make the coffee then, you need to get out of that wet dress,â He shoos you away and points to your kitchen, âI assume you have a normal coffee machine and not some fancy Italian thing?âÂ
âI think youâll be fine,â You smile, âIâll just be a second,âÂ
He nods, and you dart back down the hallway to your bedroom.Â
It takes you three minutes to change into something comfortable and clean and then kick all of your scattered clothes into the closet and shut the door. You run a brush through your tangled hair from the rain, and you almost forget that your childhood crush is walking freely around your apartment, but then you hear his laugh and you melt into the wall behind you. You missed the sound of it so much, and if you donât get a handle on this right now youâre going to go out there and make a fool of yourself.Â
But then he laughs again.Â
You smile as you come back out into the living room, leaving your good sense behind in the bathroom, âWhatâs so funny?âÂ
âI havenât seen these in years,â He grins, and as you come around the corner you realize heâs looking at the photos you have framed and sitting in various spots on your bookshelf.Â
âOh,â You smile, seeing the one heâs holding and studying, âyeah,âÂ
âThis one,â He tips the frame so you can see the picture, but you already know which one, Mingyu and Seungcheol in their first year of college stand in the center of the frame, Wonwoo, Jeonghan, Dokyeom, and Hoshi with their arms thrown around each other on either side. You are crouching in the center with Jeonghanâs little sister, both of you holding out a peace sign.Â
âIsnât this the night we went to that haunted theme park?â Seungcheol asks with a smile.Â
âYeah,â You take the photo back from him and look it over for a moment, âin Daegu,âÂ
He nods, âI remember,âÂ
âYeah,â You place the photo back in itâs assigned spot and turn towards the kitchen, âI just remember you and DK scaring the living shit out of me,âÂ
âGod,â He runs a hand through his hair, âwe did, I felt so bad about that after,âÂ
âMm,â You laugh.Â
âGyu reamed us out for it later,â He follows you into the kitchen and watches as you pour two cups of freshly brewed coffee.Â
âHe never told me that,â Your eyes perk up in surprise.Â
âHe said,â Seungcheol straightens himself up to his full height and lets his face go passive for his impression, ââIf you ever make my sister cry like that again, youâll be sorry,ââÂ
âSorry?â You laugh, âMingyu wouldnât know how to make someone sorry if his life depended on it,âÂ
âI donât know,â He shrugs, relaxing his shoulders and reaching for his cup, âit seemed pretty clear he wasnât fucking around, we took him seriously,âÂ
âWow,â You lean against the counter, âthatâs actually kind of sweet,âÂ
âHeâs always been protective of you,â Seungcheol points out, âeven now, heâll talk about you and I can see it,âÂ
âIâm not a kid anymore, though,â You bristle a little.Â
âHe knows that,â Seungcheol shakes his head, âhe just worries, you know, itâs his nature,âÂ
âYeah,â You nod, taking a long sip of your coffee, âI know,âÂ
Seungcheol hovers, not finding a place to lean or to sit in the unfamiliar place, and finally he just asks the question thatâs been on his mind for the past twenty minutes, âIs that why you didnât call him? He worries too much?âÂ
âI guess a little,â You move past him and back into the living room, âcome sit down, youâre making me nervous,âÂ
He blushes and every little emotion youâve ever had for him comes thundering back in your chest. There are at least three places for him to sit that arenât directly next to you on the couch, but he ignores every one of them and sits next to you, barely a foot away, and turns towards you so he can put all his focus on you.Â
âSo,â He prompts you, âcome on, itâs just me,âÂ
Talking to him was always easy, always. Even in the throes of your infatuation you were able to hold a conversation with him, sometimes a long one out on the balcony of your parentâs house. Itâs almost irritating how quickly that familiarity and comfort comes back.Â
âI just feel like Iâve been really fucking this whole dating thing up,â You confess, âand Mingyuâs been⌠well you know him, heâs like the number one hype man for me making all my dreams come true, and being ten out of ten happy,âÂ
âYeah,â He nods, but lets you continue.Â
âBut I just havenât been able to make it work with anyone in a while,â You bite down the reason why in the back of your brain, âand every time I tell him about a bad date he just looks sadder and sadder for me,âÂ
âMm,â He nods, sympathetic, âI know exactly what you mean.âÂ
âIâm so glad you picked up, honestly,â You glance down at the edge of your cup, âyouâve never treated me like that, and I just⌠I guess I needed a friend and not my brother tonight,âÂ
He hesitates, but then his hand comes to rest on your knee and he gives you a squeeze, âI get it,â he says, âbut, honestly it seems like youâre putting a lot of pressure on yourself,âÂ
âI know, but,â You sigh, your words dying out as you focus on his lingering hand on your knee.Â
âWhatâs so important about getting a guy right now?â He asks, and you almost laugh at the absurdity of this man asking you that question.Â
âCheol,â You shift on the couch to reposition, pulling back your knee from his touch so you can face him and admit this without being dizzier than you are about his presence, âI donât know, exactly, but⌠donât you feel like living alone is kind of fucking lonely sometimes?â
His eyes flick over you and then he nods.Â
The words keep coming as much as you donât want them to now that youâve started telling someone, telling him the truth of it and you grimace as you admit it, âThe sick part is that I think itâs me. Tonight was the exception, he was a dick, but most of these guys are nice. Theyâre nice, theyâre respectful, they seem to be interested in me, but none of them are what I want, none of them are,â Â
You have to stop. You have to get off this topic and off this train before you say something really and truly stupid and burn this newly restored friendship down to ash.Â
âHaving high standards isnât a bad thing,â He offers, âand Gyu sets the bar high for how you should treat a woman, I mean,âÂ
âYou think Iâm talking about Mingyu?â You laugh sharply.Â
âHeâs the best guy I know,â He starts to say and then the wheels start turning.Â
It happens fast, your absolute lightning quick strike to the match, but your poor decision making usually goes something like this. It makes you mad at first, his constant reference to your perfect brother, but then it all makes sense. Seungcheol really has no idea how you feel about him, as a person or otherwise. It doesnât enter his brain that the guy who set your standards for men so high might be him, even after he drove illegally fast on wet roads just to come get you because he heard you cry. Up until the last year of your life where you tried to install some distance, he was always there. He was always your first call, always your last call too, and you could never really see anyone else while he was towering right in front of you. Heâs never let you down and he doesnât even know it.Â
âI canât believe you,â The words slip out, and then youâre kissing him.Â
He takes a sharp inhale of breath at the way you collapse onto him, holding yourself up with one hand on his chest and the other on his neck, and his mouth is so warm. You press the first kiss tentatively, and then the second a little more insistently, and then you realize he hasnât moved an inch and isnât kissing you back in the least.Â
You fly backwards, your hand over your mouth, âOh, god, Iâm so sorry,âÂ
He clears his throat and shifts, shaking his head, âItâs fine, donât worry about it,âÂ
âI canât believe I just did that,â You blush scarlet, âIâm a mess, Iâm so, so sorry, Cheol,âÂ
âReally,â He avoids your eyes, âitâs fine, it was an emotional night, and you just said it yourself, living alone is lonely. Weâre good,âÂ
âI didnât kiss you because I was sad,â You run a hand through your hair and slump back on the couch, âI kissed you because you were being a dumb ass,âÂ
âI feel like youâre insulting me a lot tonight considering I just drove across town for you,â Heâs not angry, not really, but he doesnât let you off so easily, he never has.Â
âI kissed you because youâre the best guy I know,â You counter his words back, âand Iâm sick of you always putting yourself down when-â
He yanks you forwards by your wrist, and this kiss is what youâll count forever as the first one. He drags your body forwards as he leans back against the couch and kisses you hard, his tongue dipping past your lips this time, his breath mingling with yours.Â
You shift for better purchase, your chest and his flush together, and you moan softly against his lips when his hand slips lower on your waist.Â
He breaks the kiss, his forehead leaning against yours, âWhat the fuck are we doing?âÂ
âI think they call it making out,â You manage, your heart beating fast like a bird.Â
âJesus,â He shakes his head, âwhat are we doing?âÂ
âCheol,â You start, but he kisses you again, hungrier and hotter as he pulls you in.Â
You pant against his mouth, your brain exploding into little fireworks as his hands start to wander, and then he groans, âYou feel so good,âÂ
This is going somewhere fast, and with your hands twisted in the fabric of his t-shirt you swing your leg over his hips and let him wrap his arms around you.Â
âWe should slow down,â You find yourself mumbling against his mouth, âbut I donât want to, I want you,âÂ
He nods against you, his hands squeezing your thighs where they rest on either side of him, âI want you too,âÂ
âWe should talk more,â You manage as his kisses travel over your jaw.Â
âLater?â He asks, his hands dragging you closer, âGod, that dress,âÂ
âYeah?â Youâre breathless already.Â
âIf I knew you were going to kiss me I would have peeled it off you,â He pants.Â
A moan gets caught in your throat, your hips jerking, nipples hardening against his chest as you throw yourself into another kiss.Â
âGod,â He shivers.Â
âCheol stay,â You can talk later, heâs absolutely right, and you beg him not to go between kisses, âplease stay,âÂ
Logic starts to pump through him at the implications of that, so much more than kissing comes with staying for the night and he starts to shake his head, but at the way youâre touching him he canât quite tear his hands away.Â
âI should go home,â He murmurs against your mouth, fingers slipping underneath the hem of your t-shirt, âyouâve been drinking,âÂ
âI had two drinks,â You connect your lips with his again, tongue dipping into his mouth, âlike three hours ago,âÂ
âStill,â He kisses you again despite his words, his hand now flat against the small of your back.Â
âIâm not drunk,â You pull yourself closer using his shoulders, âif you donât want to kiss me, donât kiss me, but donât use that as an excuse,âÂ
âI should go home,â He repeats, like saying it out loud might make his body follow his brain, but it doesnât. All he does is tug you closer, your legs now fully splayed around his hips as he leans back against the couch and groans against your mouth.Â
âI should,â He starts again, whispered thoughts against your lips, but you push back from his chest and break your mouths apart.Â
âIf you want to go so bad, go,â You pull your arms away from him, crossing them under your chest to hold yourself steady. Your nails press pinpricks into your palms.Â
âThis isnât about what I want,â His eyes soften in that tender way you love, and his hand cups your waist, thumb brushing a line over the deep curve of your hip.Â
âWhy wouldnât this be about what you want?â You press him, âOr about what I want?âÂ
âMingyu is my best friend,â He says, his mouth drawn into a sullen line, âand I never want to do anything that betrays his trust or hurts him in any way,âÂ
âIâm not asking you to,â Your voice is small.Â
âJust,â He sighs, his head tipping backwards against the cushions and his hands slipping to rest over your thighs, âtell me something, okay? Be honest,âÂ
âOkay,âÂ
âDo you want me because youâre lonely and Iâm here,â He asks, his eyes locked to the ceiling, âor do you want me because you want me?âÂ
Your arms fall slack and you open your mouth to respond but he presses forwards.Â
âBecause if this is a one time thing to make us both feel better,â He shakes his head, âI canât do that, I have to go home.âÂ
âCheol,â You murmur, but he doesnât lift his head. You reach for him, brushing a hand along his cheek and drawing his gaze back down from the ceiling to your face, âSeungcheol, look at me,âÂ
âYeah,â He finally follows your gaze.Â
âI love my brother, but this isnât about him,â You tell him clearly, and you watch his lips part so he can cut in but you shake your head, âit isnât. This is about us, and Iâve had a crush on you since I was fucking thirteen,âÂ
He blinks, a grin breaking across his face, âYou have?âÂ
âYeah,â You shuffle closer on his lap, âwhy do you think I disappeared? You started dating that girl and I just⌠it wasnât my place to say anything, itâs not like you were mine, but,âÂ
He brushes the hair back from your cheek as he nods, âIt hurts to see the person you want with someone else,âÂ
âYeah,âÂ
âAnd you wanted me?âÂ
You nod, stroking his neck where your hand rests, âI just needed some space after that, I thought I could move on,âÂ
âI know the feeling,â He smiles, his thumb tender against your jaw, âbelieve me,âÂ
âI do,â You nod, âso believe me when I tell you Iâve wanted you for a long time and I donât just want the one night,âÂ
He sits frozen, his eyes studying your expression, and then heâs moving. Seungcheol pulls you down to meet his mouth again, hands roughly threading into your hair and gripping your hip as he tugs your bodies flush together. He kisses like you hope he fucks, passionate and a little messy, like his need to be inside you and consumed by you is more important than any vanity.Â
âGod,â He groans against your mouth, âheâs going to kill me,âÂ
âProbably,â You huff a laugh against his lips, rolling your hips forwards to slot your bodies together tightly, and at the feeling of his hardening cock pressed against your sex you canât help the breathy moan that slips out.Â
He drops his hands to your hips, coaxing you into rolling them again as he presses upwards and you follow his guidance with ease. He curses softly and you roll your hips again, âOh, fuck my fucking life,â he groans, kissing his way down your throat, âheâll kill me, but youâre worth it,âÂ
âI better be,â You tease him, tugging gently on his hair as he licks a stripe along your throat.Â
âOh, you are,â He shifts back up to kiss your lips again, his mouth pillowy soft and hot against yours, âand I love Gyu, but,âÂ
âSeungcheol,â You push on his shoulders.Â
His rarely used full name gets his attention and he leans back just enough to see your face, âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âCan you please stop talking about my brother while youâre trying to fuck me?â You can hear the whine in your own voice, âI need you right now, weâll deal with him later,âÂ
âSorry, sorry,â He smiles, âof course, come here,âÂ
You melt into him as he gathers you closer, his warm, rough hands finding new expanses of skin to touch and itâs strange but delicious to know that there are still brand new things you can learn about a person even after knowing them all your life. He gets soft beneath you like butter when you touch his ears, audibly groans when you grind against him, and gets breathier every time you kiss his neck. Heâs not afraid to make little noises in your ear, to curse when you do something right or softly beg you to do something again.Â
With his mouth on yours and his hands exploring you, youâre just a shaky wet mess in his arms and he doesnât even fully realize it yet, still so focused on studying your body with his lips, his tongue.
âCh-Cheol,â You whine as his teeth nip at your pulsepoint, âbaby,âÂ
His hands tighten, sliding to cup your backside through the thin fabric of your lounge pants, âSay that again,âÂ
âBaby?âÂ
He exhales hot air across your neck and chest, âGod, I like that,âÂ
âYou hate pet names,â You sigh, remembering how his nose always crinkled in an uncomfortable scrunch when he heard people getting too coupley.Â
âNo, I donât,â His hand slides up, tucks under the waistband of your pants, and slides back down to feel your skin, âI hate cringey shit. You calling me âbabyâ while youâre grinding on my dick isnât cringey, itâs fucking hot,âÂ
âAh,â You tug his hair just a little, rolling your hips again, âyeah? Like this?âÂ
His hips jolt up, pressing his cock against your clothed mound and he groans, âSay it,â he nips at your neck again and then pushes you backwards so that youâre sitting up straddling his lap, âand let me see you,âÂ
For a brief flickering second you feel shy, another stark moment of awareness that the man between your thighs is Mingyuâs best friend, but it flashes away the minute you see his smile. Heâs looking up at you like you invented the sun and you think it just might make you dizzy enough to say yes to anything he could ever ask of you.Â
âGod,â His eyes rake over you, âyouâre so fucking pretty,âÂ
Blush creeps up your chest, âYeah, baby?âÂ
He swallows hard, his hands coasting up your arms and his eyes coming to rest on the heavy swell of your chest, âThe prettiest.â His fingers tuck underneath the straps of your tank top and your bralette and he glances up to your face, âCan I see?âÂ
âPlease,â You whisper.Â
He moves slowly, peeling down the straps from each of your shoulders first, letting the thin fabric of your tank top droop down your arms until heâs left with just the stretchy elastic of your black bralette. His fingers trace your curves, the pad of his thumb ghosting over one of your hardening nipples until it pushes into a firm peak under the fabric.Â
âCheol, please,â If he doesnât touch you soon youâre going to be a squirming mess.Â
âRelax,â He toys with the strap, âweâve got all night,âÂ
You gasp as he dips forwards, peeling the front of your top down entirely until your breasts spill out of the elastic fabric. His lips connect with your skin, tongue exploring intimate parts of you in ways youâve never experienced quite like this with anyone else.Â
âThese,â He cups your full breasts in his hands, kissing along each swell, âare perfect, princess,âÂ
You shiver at that, whining in his grip as he traces his tongue down and ghosts it close to your nipple, but you smile and manage, âI really took you for an ass man,âÂ
âIâm an everything man where youâre concerned,â He flicks his tongue experimentally across the hardened bud and hums softly when you jolt in his arms, âso excuse me if I have to slow down and show my appreciation,âÂ
This crush is going to kill you, thatâs the thought that gets instantly banished from your brain the second Seungcheol wraps his lips around one nipple while his fingers pinch the other, setting a steady pace of sucking and teasing that is sure to leave pleasured little bruises.Â
âOh,â You grip his shoulders, âoh, Jesus, Cheol,âÂ
âFeel good, baby?â He switches sides smoothly and sucks again.Â
A jolt of pleasure rocks from your chest to your untouched clit and you rock down, trying desperately to press your aching center against anything for a little friction.Â
âYeah?â He prompts you gently.Â
âSo, so good,â You nod, rolling again, âbut I need more, please,âÂ
He nods against your chest, pressing one more kiss to your breastbone before he says, ây/n, I donât want to move too fast or anything, weâll do whatever you want, but,âÂ
âBut what?â Youâre about a second from pushing his hand into your underwear yourself.
 âCan I eat you out?âÂ
Your stomach flips, âOh, fuck yes,âÂ
Youâre on your back practically the second you give him permission. He holds you tight to his chest as he pushes himself up off the couch and flips you around, dropping you back onto the cushions and tugging at your clothes. Normally youâd be a little self conscious, especially in the brighter light of your living room and not the dim strategic lightning of your bedroom, but Seungcheol keeps looking at every inch of your body like heâs starving for it, groaning in pleasure at every inch of you that gets revealed, and youâre starting to think he really does like everything about you.Â
You help push off your pants with shaky hands, but let him loop his thumbs under the thin straps of your underwear and tug those free, a slick wet patch in the middle where youâve been soaking through the cotton for the past half hour. You help him with your top, until finally youâre completely bare and heâs pushing you to lie back onto the extended length of the chaise while he falls to his knees before you.Â
âWow,â He breathes, his hands running along your thighs, âjust⌠wow,âÂ
âStop,â You canât stop the blush now, and you fight the urge to reach for a blanket or cross your arms over yourself at his exacting gaze.Â
âNope,â He dips his hands to your inner thighs and pushes your legs apart little by little, âIâm going to enjoy every bit of this,âÂ
âNow youâre just trying to embarrass me,â You smile.Â
His tongue darts out to wet hips lips and he shakes his head, âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted this,âÂ
Your stomach churns, flipping nervously as he looks at you so earnestly.Â
âIâm serious,â He kisses your knee as he opens one of your legs wider, âIâve thought about this a thousand times, but youâre so much better than my imagination,âÂ
âCheol,â You whisper tightly.Â
âMm,â He sighs as he tips your hips back, maneuvering your legs wide and open now and shifting your hips to the very edge of the couch so he can tuck smoothly between your open legs, âI wonder if you taste as sweet as I imagined too,âÂ
Your fingers grip down on the cushions, your heart hammering in your chest.Â
âLook at you,â He sighs pleasantly, his fingers ghosting along the edge of your lower lips, âis all this for me, baby?âÂ
âUh-huh,â Your breath hitches as his finger just barely touches your seam.Â
âYou got this wet just from grinding on my lap?â He smiles, his teeth catching his thick bottom lip.Â
âCheol,â Itâs all you can manage, you really didnât know he was like this.Â
His eyes soften up though at the sound of his name on your lips, and he kisses your thigh tenderly before looking back up to you, âDoing good? Okay?âÂ
âMhm,â Youâre fine, you are, except you think you might come the second he touches you and youâre a little terrified at just how intense he is from minute one. Â
ây/n,â He squeezes you a little.Â
âIâm good,â You breathe, âI promise,âÂ
âOkay,â He kisses your skin again and nods, âjust relax, okay?âÂ
âIâm relaxed,â You answer too quickly and one of his eyebrows goes high.Â
âMhm,â He eases up on his knees a little to see your face better and smooths his hand from your leg to your hip to your stomach, âwhatâs going on?âÂ
âThis is just a little surreal,â You admit, âisnât it?âÂ
âYeah,â He releases your legs and shifts up so he can lean over your body, catching your mouth again in a soft kiss, âit is, but do you trust me?âÂ
âOf course,â You kiss him back.Â
âThen you should know,â He nuzzles your nose with his, âthat all I want to do right now is make you come on my face until you canât think, and after that if you still want to take this further we can, but baby, I really donât care what we do tonight. I just want to be with you,â
Your mouth runs dry, and you can feel your core throbbing hard between your legs, your heart fluttering fast.Â
âSo, please, can I make you come?â He smiles, pressing another quick kiss to your lips, âI think you want me to,âÂ
âYes,â The nervous knots in your stomach release, âplease, Coups,âÂ
His nose scrunches as he laughs, kissing his way down your chest, âItâs Coups now?âÂ
âCheol,â You whine, âyouâre stalling,âÂ
âItâs called foreplay,â He licks a firm line between your breasts and moves lower, âhave you not been getting fucked right, princess?âÂ
âF-fuck,â Your back arches as his lips travel down over your belly, eyes slipping closed, âSeungcheol,âÂ
He shakes his head, his hair brushing against your skin, âNo more baby?â He makes a sulky noise with his tongue against the back of his teeth, âCome on princess, call me baby,âÂ
Your mind is spinning, and you gasp sharply as his fingers finally slide through your wet slit and land at the apex, pressing deliciously down over your throbbing clit, âCh-Cheol, fuck, oh fuck, baby,âÂ
âThere she is,â He groans, and as his fingers fall away and his lips take their place. He licks a deep stripe through your folds and groans, spreading your legs open wide with his hands anchored on the backs of your thighs, âYouâre perfect,âÂ
You moan as he sucks the tender bud of your clit into his mouth.Â
âIâm going to do this everyday,â He pants, licking another stripe, exploring every inch of your cunt with his tongue, âyouâll be my dessert every night,âÂ
âAh,â Your head rocks back as pleasure lights up your spine, âbaby,âÂ
âMm,â He groans into your core, burying his face against you and alternating perfectly between sharp sucks and flicks of his tongue.Â
You are moving fast, from nothing to desperate something in the span of a couple of hours, but honestly youâve never felt safer and better and more held than this. His hands roam your body, seeking every soft place he can grab and squeeze and hold onto, and you just know the bruises on your hips will be worth it when he finally fucks you.Â
âCome on,â He tips your hips back to get better access, wrapping his arms around your thick thighs, âdonât be shy,âÂ
âOh, shit,â Your hand flies down to grip his hair and anchor your position as he manhandles you, your other hand gripping the cushions, âjust like that,âÂ
He sucks harder and flicks the tip of his tongue against your bud again, quickening his pace and listening carefully for your sounds to know what you need. Looking down between your legs you can barely believe the sight, but there he is, Choi Seungcheol with his face glistening. His lips are puffy and red, his eyes hooded, and he grins when he sees you watching before nodding just a little and redoubling his efforts.Â
Your legs are trembling now, the start of your orgasm building up through the base of your spine and flooding warmth into your belly, and if he wasnât holding you so tightly youâre sure youâd snap.Â
âBaby,â You whine, your voice sounding not quite your own as heat floods in your chest, âoh, God, please donât stop,âÂ
He sucks hard, shifting to kiss your core and push the tender muscle of his tongue inside you, âIâve got you,â he pants as he works his tongue faster, âIâve got you,âÂ
Heâs a mess, wet with slick across cheeks and sweat on his brow, and you think for a split second you might actually be in love with this man already, no one has ever, ever treated your body quite like this. As he shifts to tease your clit again, building the pleasure up and up higher, you grip down on his hair harder.Â
âIâm,â You stammer out, your back arching and your mouth falling slack, âIâm gonna,â
He nods into you but doesnât stop the pace of his tongue one bit.Â
âIâm,â You gasp again, âcoming, fuck, Iâm coming,âÂ
It hits you all at once, punctuated with his sharp suck to your clit and your legs snap shut around his head, your body wrenching sideways as the wave takes you from conscious to that hazy middle space of pleasure. You can barely breathe, you can't even think, all you can do is feel pulse after pulse of pleasure.Â
âFuck,â He curses, and your brain connects enough to realize your legs are still snapped tightly shut around his ears but you canât get your body to respond, âyeah, fuck, there you go,âÂ
Everything you are is trembling in his hands.Â
âI could fucking die happy,â He says, shifting to nip your plush thigh with his teeth, his hands gripping down on your curves, âright here between your legs,âÂ
You make a sound, you think, and he chuckles against your skin.Â
âMm-mm,â He sighs pleasantly, his hands running from your thighs to your hips and down to cup your backside, âyouâre fucking gorgeous, y/n, I love every fucking inch of you,âÂ
âY-yeah?â Your eyes flutter open.Â
âMhm,â He flicks his tongue over your clit once more, eliciting a deep shudder from your hips before he says, âI canât wait to fuck you,âÂ
Your legs start to relax, and you look down, âThen fuck me,â
âI want another first,â He shakes his head, âplease, let me make you come again, sweetheart,âÂ
âOh,â You shiver as he kisses your slit again, letting his tongue linger, âfuck,âÂ
He sighs, âThis pussy,âÂ
âCheol,â You blush hard.Â
âI would do anything,â He smiles, flicking your clit again with his tongue, âfor this perfect fucking pussy,âÂ
âAnything?âÂ
He goes still between your legs and then he nods, wetting his lips with his tongue, pressing a kiss to your quivering cunt, and looking up over your body to meet your eyes, âAnything.âÂ
âWill you come up here?â You reach for him, âWill you hold me?âÂ
He eases your legs down off his shoulders and shifts up, âYeah, of course,âÂ
âWill you,â You nearly come again just at the sight of a sizeable wet spot on his sweats, and you tug at his shirt to try and silently communicate your need, âI want to touch you too,âÂ
âMhm,â He stands up, shucking off his clothes as quickly as he can, and when he pushes down his boxer briefs your muscles clench.Â
When you were younger, a teenager inexperienced with sex and boys, you imagined his cock. You saw the faint outline of it once through a pair of athletic shorts and you wondered what he might look like naked. You wondered if you would like his body. You wondered if he would like yours too. You canât really remember what you imagined Seungcheolâs cock to look like, but you know this is better. Itâs long, but not too long, like the guys who canât fit it in all the way without smashing painfully into your cervix, but itâs thick. His cock is heavy, deserving of the word, and perfectly straight until the very end where it curls up towards his abdomen.Â
You want him inside you so badly you could cry.Â
âYou okay?â He says as he slides up the couch next to you, your naked hip against his.Â
âA little nervous,â You admit quietly, turning towards him on the cushions and drawing him closer with your hand on his shoulder.Â
âMe too,â He says softly, maneuvering until one arm is wrapped around your back and your head is pillowed on his other, your chests flush against each other, his cock trapped between your stomachs.Â
âGod,â You shift closer to him, tangling your legs together, âyouâre so hard,âÂ
He nods, sighing at the way your skin drags against his, âYouâre making me insane,âÂ
âGood,â You smile, finding his lips with yours, tasting yourself on him and dipping your tongue into his mouth as you deepen the kiss.
He groans against you, and you snake a hand between your bodies to wrap around his aching cock. âOh, fuck,â he curses as you pump your hand up and down his shaft, âeasy, itâs been a while,âÂ
âYeah?â You soften your grip a little, rolling your hand at the tip and feeling precum bead up and smear on your belly, âSaving yourself for me, baby?âÂ
He moans softly, his eyes rolling shut, âYouâd like that wouldnât you?âÂ
âMaybe,â You kiss the corner of his mouth and pump his cock a little harder.Â
âL-let me touch you,â He pants, his hand pushing your hips back just enough so that he can fit a hand in between your thighs, âcan I touch you?âÂ
Itâs dizzying how much he begs to pleasure you, and youâre starting to think maybe this is part of what he needs, but youâre still new to each otherâs bodies and learning and you suppose youâll have time to figure all of this out. Itâs not just a one night thing.
âTouch me,â You open your legs for him and he immediately slides his fingers down your slit to your aching entrance.Â
âDonât stop,â He urges you and you realize at the feeling of his fingers you stopped pumping your hand.Â
You smile, kissing him again and finding a new pace with a stroke of your hand and a roll of your wrist, âYou feel so good, baby,âÂ
âSo do you,â He pants, and then he pushes two fingers inside your slick walls.Â
You choke out a wine, pushing your hips forwards into his hand so he can go deeper.Â
âGod,â He holds you firm with his other hand, âyouâre too tight,âÂ
âToo tight?â You huff, still working your hand over his cock, ânever gotten that complaint before,âÂ
âNot a complaint, princess,â He teases, drawing his fingers out of your channel before thrusting back inside, âbut I need to prep you a little, I donât want to hurt you,âÂ
Your muscles clench down around his fingers.Â
He laughs softly, âOh, yeah, babygirl? You want me inside?âÂ
You nod, a whine trapped on your lips, âCheol, please,âÂ
âShh, shh,â He shifts, effectively sliding down the couch a little more while you slide up, and he rests his head on your shoulder and adjusts the angle of his arm so he can pump his fingers in and out of your channel at a steadier pace. He watches the way his fingers disappear inside you with rapt attention, cursing when he feels you grip down on him, âYou want to come again?âÂ
âP-please,â Youâre doing your best to keep working your hand, but at the way his fingers are curled inside you and pressing rhythmically against your sweet spot you think youâre about to see stars again.Â
âFuck, baby,â He sighs, âyouâre so sexy,âÂ
All you can do is moan, grip down on his shoulder and let him have you.Â
When he pushes in a third finger to stretch you, you gasp tightly at the sensation, the pleasure rocketing up your back and making your brain buzz.Â
âAre you close?â He pumps his hand harder, finding your nearby nipple with his tongue and your body arches again.Â
âClose,â You pant, your legs widening as you try to brace yourself, your hand falling away from his cock and gripping down on his thigh as the rolling wave of your orgasm starts to wash up over you.Â
âCome for me,â Heâs gripping you hard, like you belong to him and he wants only to please you, and his words combined with the way his hands lay on you leaves you coming apart at the seams.Â
The sound of it is obscene, wet and filthy and pornagraphic and youâve never in your life had sex with someone for the first time and had it be anything close to perfect. Your bodies want each other with such need. It's entirely outside your conscious brain, and you think if he can love your body like this then maybe he can love all the other parts of you, and you never want to let him go.Â
Your orgasm hits you harder than the first, locking your body up in spasmodic elation, and he curls around you when you twist to make sure he works you through the crest of it, his hand only slowing down when the pulses of pleasure start to ease.Â
When you come back to earth, youâre pressed face down onto the couch instead of up, your cheek against the cool fabric below you. Seungcheol is wrapped around your body like heâs glued to your back, and you feel his soft breath against your cheek and shoulder, his easy kisses on whatever part of you he can reach. His hand is still tucked underneath you and between your legs, cupping your cunt warmly and just holding you as you come down.Â
âCheol?â You murmur, your brain almost a little foggy at the heady feeling of two full body orgasms.Â
âHey, there you are,â He kisses you again, âfeeling okay?âÂ
âMm,â You nod, âso, so good,âÂ
He smiles, âYeah? Did I get you?âÂ
You laugh against the cushions, shaking your head, âBabe, I just came so hard I blacked out,â your body stretches, pressing your core into the cup of his hand, âyou definitely got me,âÂ
âMm,â He rocks his hand and you sigh a little overstimulated sound, âshould we stop here?âÂ
He doesnât know, you realize it suddenly, he has no idea how badly you want him. Heâs been so focused on your body, your pleasure, your wants, but you can see it now in the hesitation in voice that he still doesnât know for sure if you want to be here with him or if you just wanted someone.Â
Heâs been touching you like it might be the only time, his only chance to have you and hold you in his arms. Didnât he believe you when you said it wasnât one night?
âSeungcheol,â You wriggle in his arms, âbaby,âÂ
âWhatâs wrong?â He gives you the space to roll and you twist against him.Â
You see his eyes when you turn, like heâs waiting for something and you curse yourself inside for not telling him like he was telling you. You smile, pushing his shoulder until heâs flat on his back, âWhatâs wrong is that youâre not inside me,âÂ
âO-oh,â He gasps as you hook a leg over his hips and straddle him, your body hovering over his prone cock.Â
âMhm,â You drop your body over him, your slick slit nestling directly over his cock, âbut Iâve been so selfish,âÂ
He shakes his head to protest but you lay your fingers over his lips to stop him.Â
âI want you, Cheol,â You drag your hips and find the head of his cock so you can dip and press it against your entrance, âso fucking much,âÂ
Heâs breathing heavy against your hand, your eyes locked on eachother.Â
âDo you understand what Iâm saying?â You stay steady above him.Â
He nods, just a little.Â
âIâve never wanted anybody like I want you,â You tell him, ânever,âÂ
His lip quirks a little, a small smile as he presses a kiss to your fingers, âIâm all yours,â he whispers.Â
You sink your hips back in one smooth flush motion, taking him inside you to the hilt without warning, and his head falls back as he moans. Heâs stretching you out wide and full, his thick cock pushing into every spot inside you that you didnât know could feel like this.Â
âOh my fuck,â Your body moves on itâs own, rocking your hips in a circle to take him deeper and roll your clit across his pubic bone, âCheol, Cheol,âÂ
He blinks hard, finding your eyes at the sound of his voice, âYeah?âÂ
You feel strangely like you might cry at the rush of endorphins, and you roll your hips again, whining out a need, âHold me, please? Please, touch me,âÂ
Seungcheol softens, his hands unclench on the cushions below him and he coasts his warm hands over your thighs, your hips, up and down your sides, âIâm right here,â he murmurs.Â
You relish in the feeling of it, and you direct them from their wandering comfort to a landing place on your hips, the perfect soft place for him to grip in with his fingers and keep you steady while you work him. He follows your lead, watching you above him with no hesitation, and his mouth falls slack when he watches you get your position right on your knees and lift up to draw his cock out of your warm, wet channel.Â
ây/n,â He pants tightly.Â
You sink back down hard and he groans, cursing and no doubt leaving a pretty bouquet of bruises where his fingers press down.Â
âYour cock,â You moan as you bounce again, finding a steady rhythm, âyou feel so perfect,âÂ
âYeah?â He bounces you, teeth clenched as he tries not to come too early.Â
âMade for me,â You grind down and jolt against the pleasure, ânever felt something this good,âÂ
He groans, a hot pant of breath and then he stutters his hips upwards, âD-donât, Iâll come,âÂ
âGood,â You sink down and back up, feeling him stretch you open again and again.Â
âCome here,â He reaches up for you, tugging you down by your neck to get you close and you can feel him suddenly reposition and change the angle, take back control as he pins you to his chest and pumps his hips.Â
The way his cock punches into you, curved and pressing directly into your g-spot, makes you choke out a moan and dig your nails into his chest.Â
âSay you love my cock,â He pants suddenly in your ear, âif it feels so good, say it, tell me,âÂ
You moan sharply, âI fucking love your cock,âÂ
âFuck yes,â His hand claps down on your ass and grips you tight as his hips piston upwards.Â
âAh, ah,â Your legs are trembling again, âI canât,âÂ
âYes, you can,â He pants, âI want to feel you come on my cock, babygirl, squeeze me,âÂ
Your eyes slam shut.Â
âSo fucking tight,â He breathes, âso wet,âÂ
âFor you,â You choke out and hips stutter.Â
âOh, f-fuck,â He pushes up hard, but instead of thrusting he locks his hips there with your bodies pressed flush together and at the sound of his sudden moan, the way his hands lock tight on your body, the way warmth floods your belly, you know heâs coming.Â
Your brain somersaults and you rock your hips, trying to keep catching the friction against your clit to help push you over the edge, âAh,â you whine, âno, please,â Â
He doesnât go anywhere though, he just presses his hips up to keep giving you the pressure you need and holds your hips down with his broad hands, and you hear him hiss at the overstimulation but he groans and manages, âCome baby, youâre so close, there you go, there you go,âÂ
Youâre saying something, but you canât really hear it. All you can feel is the bubble about to burst inside you as you drag yourself fast and frantic against his body. Youâre needy and seconds away, falling into trembles again.
 âSo beautiful,â He mumbles, dragging your mouth up to his and locking you in a heady kiss.Â
âCheol!â You squeak against him, body cracking apart into shakes as you come, probably louder than you wanted to as you fall into the sweet space between his neck and shoulder.Â
âIâve got you,â His softening cock slides out as you come, but he slides a hand between your thighs and rubs fast circles on your swollen clit, âfuck, look at you, god, youâre such a mess,âÂ
Your brain is dizzy as he talks you through the edges of your orgasm.Â
âSo wet,â He bites down softly on your shoulder, âsoaked for me and full of my cum, fuck,âÂ
As you collapse on his chest, your orgasm receding, his hand slows, but his fingers stay slipped between your folds in the messy mixture of your slick wetness and his release. You are a mess, but he seems to like it and if youâre benign honest so do you.Â
âIâm so,â You breathe out, shaky and exhausted, âgod, I donât know,âÂ
âMhm,â He sighs, and finally he slides his fingers out of you to rest on your hip, his other hand stroking a line up and down your back while you recover together.Â
You need to get up, run to the bathroom and get the shower started, but youâre boneless and floating and heâs just the perfect temperature, so for a little while you donât move.Â
When he shifts his hips under yours to readjust your eyes pop open and you start to move, âAm I hurting you?âÂ
âShh,â He wraps his arms around you and gathers you tight to his chest, âdonât you dare go anywhere,âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âYouâre perfect,â He repeats and you smile against his skin, ânext time I want you sitting on my face,âÂ
You laugh against him, âNext time?âÂ
Heâs quiet, his fingers still dragging up and down your spine, âIf you want,âÂ
You shift up in his arms, settling on his chest so that you can see his face, âSo much,âÂ
He cups your cheek, brushing his thumb along your face, as he smiles, âI missed you, you know,âÂ
Tears prick at the back of your eyes and your throat goes thick, and you donât trust your voice but you nod and press your lips to his, âI missed you too, all the time,âÂ
He gives you a moment, just staying calm and kind with his hands, and then he leans up to capture your lips once more, this kiss so much softer and more familiar from the frantic emotion a few minutes ago. His kisses travel from your lips to your forehead and then he smooths back the tangled mess of your hair, âWe should get cleaned up,â he murmurs, âhow are you feeling?âÂ
âLike I might not ever walk again,â You joke wryly.Â
âI didn't hurt you, did I?â He leans to look you over, âI got a little carried away,âÂ
You shake your head, âNo, Iâm perfect, I promise,âÂ
âWe didnât talk much beforehand,â He notes, brushing his palm over the swell of your hip, dipping at your hip crease, and tracing up over again at the curve of your thigh, âI just want to be sure youâre feeling okay with everything,âÂ
âIâd tell you if I wasnât,â You press, âyou know I would,âÂ
âGood,â He sighs.Â
You stretch on top of him, your knees aching from your curled position and you smile, âYou want to get a shower? We can share the hot water,âÂ
âYouâre insatiable,â He quirks an eyebrow at you.Â
âNot for sex,â You slap his chest lightly as you climb off him, wincing at the sudden stretch of your knees, âI can barely move,âÂ
âI like a challenge,â He sighs, rolling off the chaise and stretching long and you catch yourself watching the strong flex of his back, the cut of his shoulders, the curve of his ass and his muscular thighs.Â
Maybe you could rally.Â
Seungcheol turns and his eyes flick over your body too, âYeah,â he nods, âI think I can get one more out of you,âÂ
âMy shower is shockingly small, so,â You reach for him, guiding him down the hall with you, âweâll see,âÂ
âI said I like a challenge,â He shrugs, and all of a sudden you canât stop laughing.Â
Your shower is small, but in the end it doesnât matter. Seungcheol ends up crouched on his knees anyways, with one of your legs hitched over his shoulder while he takes his sweet time with his tongue bringing you up to your softest, easiest orgasm of the night. You trade lazy kisses in the warmth after, the suds long gone and your fingers pruned by the time you fall into bed.Â
You donât have to ask him to stay, he just does. You talk for as long as you can keep your eyes open, stories of years ago when you saw him almost every single day. You whisper late into the night, until finally he falls asleep first, his head lolled to the side, but his hand still wrapped tightly around yours.Â
You tumble into sleep right alongside him, his skin smelling of sweet peach and nectarine.Â
In the morning, you wake up to something cold suddenly pressed to your cheek and you start to stitch together the world around you in quick threads.Â
âKkuma,â Seungcheolâs voice reaches you first, a hushed whisper as he tries to get his dogâs attention, âcome here girl, let her sleep,âÂ
You groan a little, and you realize the something cold was Kkumaâs very wet nose against your cheek. Instead of listening to Seungcheol, she presses her nose to you again and follows it up with a lick, her panting excitement pushing you from laying on your side to your back as she collapses over your chest.Â
âKkuma!â He exclaims quietly, âdown girl!â
Your eyes start to pop open, and this time you see his dogâs fluffy white face inches from your own, delighted that youâre awake.Â
âKkuma,â He tries to drop his voice to a lower tone to get her attention.Â
âItâs okay,â You yawn, reaching up to scratch Kkuma behind the ears, âIâm awake now,âÂ
âIâm sorry,â Seungcheol moves into your bedroom, and you can see heâs fully dressed and has been for some time, âI didnât think she would just jump on you like that,âÂ
Your brain is still a little sluggish and you rub your hand over your face, âDid you go home?â
He grins and nods at your sleepy question, the answer obvious from the dog on your chest, âYeah, I needed to run home and take her for a walk, I hope you donât mind I let myself back in,âÂ
âNot at all,â You smile up at him, âIâm just sad youâre not in the cuddle pile,âÂ
âWe can fix that,â He tosses his beanie on your nightstand and then holds up a little carrier containing two coffees and a few little pastry bags, âand I bring gifts,âÂ
âFrom that place by your apartment?â You brighten, recognizing the stamped logos on the cups.Â
âMhm,â He passes over your cup, âsugar, no cream,âÂ
âYou remembered,â You push yourself up in bed, Kkuma adjusting herself to snuggle into your side, and accept the cup, âthank you,âÂ
He lays his heavy denim jacket on the chair by your dresser and slips back into bed with you, dragging the covers back over both your legs, âOf course, I did, not that much could have changed in a year, right?âÂ
âMm-mm,â Your legs slide together as you tuck under his arm and settle back into his chest.Â
His fingers play with the ends of your hair while he sips his coffee, and then he sighs, ây/n,âÂ
Your stomach freezes and you wonder if youâre about to get let down easy. If waking up in the morning cleared his head, if a text from Mingyu changed his mind, if on the trip back to his place he worked out the right way to break your heart, if he practiced it out loud in his car with the dog.Â
âWhatâs up?â You say, hoping you sound far more casual than you feel.Â
âAbout Gyu,â He exhales heavy, his coffee leaning against his thigh as he gathers his words, âlisten,âÂ
âDonât,â You murmur, pressing your eyes closed, âplease donât go,â
âGo?â He asks.Â
âIâll tell him, and I know heâll be fine after the shock wears off,â You twist in the bed to look up at him, âplease just stay, last night was⌠Cheol, please just think about this,âÂ
His brows knit together tight in confusion and he sets his coffee on your bedside table to free up his hand and brush it along your cheek, âI was going to say, about Gyu, Iâm meeting him for lunch at two. Iâd like to tell him about us today,âÂ
âYou what,â You blink.Â
âIâd like to tell him that I picked you up after your date,â He says, âand that we got to talking, and that we kissed,âÂ
You can almost see Mingyuâs wide puppy eyes as he realizes where the story is going to go.Â
âAnd that I asked you out on a date,â Seungcheol finishes, âand heâs going to ask me a lot of other questions which I definitely am not going to answer, except one thing,âÂ
You swallow nervously, your coffee almost tipping to the side forgotten in your hands until he plucks it up and sets it to the side.Â
âHeâs going to ask me if Iâm serious about you,â He says calmly, like youâve discussed this before, âand Iâm going to say yes, but thatâs the kind of thing you should know before your brother does.â
âYouâre serious about me,â You say it back, your heart picking up as the words come off your tongue.Â
âYes,â He nods, unequivocal, âand I hope you feel the same way because before I drive across town and tell my best friend Iâm in love with his sister, I just need to know if you feel even a tenth of that,âÂ
Your heart should be pounding, your stomach fluttering, your body flooding with emotion at the casual confession, but all you feel is calm. Mingyu told you once that life would fall into place, you just never thought youâd have that realization while it was happening around you.Â
You try to keep a straight face when you say, âThereâs only one problem,âÂ
âOkay,â He says, but you watch his hand fidget in his lap.Â
âYou never actually asked me out on a date,â You point out with a smile, âand I donât want to lie to Mingyu about anything,âÂ
He grins, his tongue dragging against one side of his teeth as he shakes his head in disbelief, âYouâre right,â he says, âthatâs my mistake, will you go out with me?âÂ
âIâd love to,â You lean into him so you can press a quick kiss to his lips and take his hand in yours, lacing his anxiously twitching fingers with yours to hold him steady, âand if Gyu gives you any lip about this,â you kiss him again, âtell him Iâm in love with his best friend,âÂ
âYou are?â His fingers tighten on your hand.Â
âMhm,â You suddenly canât keep your lips away from his, âand you tell him that if he does anything to ruin this, that Iâll make him sorry,âÂ
âNow that,â He laughs, âthat I believe,âÂ
You pull him down to you and your body without another word, and with a hushed apology he pushes Kkuma off the bed so he can splay you out in the middle of the mattress. He takes you fast, hurried and full of need now that you have so much time ahead of you for slow. For now, you have a lot of catching up to do.
When you finally make it out of bed the coffee is cold and Seungcheol is late for lunch.Â
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Show me where it hurts (part 1)
Miguel O'Hara x spiderwoman!reader
(AO3 Mirror), Part 2, Main Masterlist
summary: Miguel's acting weird, and you make it your mission to find out exactly what's going on.
warnings: no warnings for this chap, pg-13, swearing and canon level violence. smut next chapter xoxo
a/n: this is a combination of 2 asks and this post I saw on here a while ago: flirty/ snarky fem reader, Miguel during a ""rut"" (I don't know if it counts as a rut really, but its to do with his animal instincts/DNA) and Lyla playing matchmaker. I had so much fun writing this, enjoy :D
(i wrote this pre seeing spiderverse 2, so i think characterisation is a little off, esp for Lyla, apologies! I'll fix it in my upcoming fics)
edit: I use the term "bichita" which I have been informed can be read not as I intended in Spanish. I'm not a native speaker so I want to apologise in advance. I'm doing more research for my future fics and leaving this up as a testament to my stupidity. Spanish speakers, feel free to correct me / clown my ass in the comments. My bad guys :(
wc: 3.6k
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You think Miguel is avoiding you.Â
One of your closest friends, giving you the runaround for months, it seems. Calling the two of you close friends is a little extreme, sure. You've only known O'Hara for two years, and been in love with him for slightly less than that, thank you very much. And yes, he refuses to call you by anything but your last name. And the last time you saw him he wouldn't so much as look at you, but that was besides the point.Â
"..the point," You tell Lyla, in between exasperated bites of cereal, "... is that aren't elite forces of spiderpeople supposed to, you know, have some spiderpeople kick ass once in a while? And where exactly is our fearless leader? I haven't seen O'Hara's scary ass in weeks, and I'm starting to miss it."
She gives you a look, one that says this isn't what I'm programmed for , but you pointedly ignore it.Â
"His ass, by the way." You clarify. "I very specifically miss his ass. Remind me to get his routine. I know girls that would kill forâŚ"
"How the fuck did you get in here?" A voice croaks. You turn behind you and see Miguel, not in his suit, but wrapped up in a blanket like he's just woken up. And he looks rough, like a train ran him over on the way here: puffy eyes, splotchy skin, tension kneaded into his brow.Â
"Wow." Your spoon drops into the milk. "You look like shit.."Â
He furrows his brow even deeper, if that was possible. " Mierda. You shouldn't be here."Â
"This isn't quite the welcome party I was expecting, man. I'm the only one to actually turn up to one of your meetings, and this is what I get?"Â
"I thought I told Lyla to cancel," He mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.Â
"Cancel? Since when do you miss a chance to talk about rules and protocol?"Â
"I don't have time for this-"Â
"-and I'm not leaving without a proper explanation. Is everything okay?"Â
"It's actually way worse now you're here." He deadpans.Â
"Haha ." You turn to Lyla. "You drop everything to travel halfway across the multiverse and this asshole won't even say thanks."Â
"Thanks, but this asshole needs you to leave. Now."Â
This is the most he's spoken to you in forever, and you hate that you like it. You just want his attention, however it comes. If that means dragging this out so maybe he acknowledges you, touches you, looks at you - then so be it. Squinting, you get closer to him. You scan his face for anything to latch onto. You put a hand on his shoulder, still searching.Â
"You sure you're alright? You know you can tell me if-"Â
"Si, si." He grits his teeth, looking away. "M'just fine. I'll explainâŚ. later."
"...because I'm your right hand man?" You grin, poking at his brow. "Stop frowning so much Miguel, you're gonna ruin that pretty face of yours."
He flushes, nervous, and swats you away. "-what? N-No. You're not my right hand man and I like my face just the way it is. Now, leave. "
Making your way to the door, you tap your nose teasingly. "You know where to find me!"Â
When the door closes with a click, you make your way down the corridor, and stop in your tracks when you hear it. It's muffled, but with the strain of your supersenses you can make out Miguel's voice just beyond the wall.Â
"I justâŚ. don't want her to see me like this⌠Lyla, it's not happening⌠I can't tell herâŚ." Tell her what, exactly?Â
Resolutely, you make up your mind. Miguel O'Hara's got a secret. And before you leave for home, you're gonna do everything in your God given power to wear him down and find out.Â
~~~
Despite his insistence otherwise, you liked to think of yourself as O'Hara's right hand man - and most of the other spiderpeople thought so too. You were one of the very first he recruited, after crash landing onto your earth like a spiderman-shaped meteor; the two of you were inseparable. Miguel was stubborn and headstrong and thought he was right all the time. Infuriatingly, he was, but that didn't stop you from telling him to get his head out of his own ass when his ego grew too big.Â
He was different around you, you think. Softer, sometimes. Harsher, other times. He told you what you needed to hear whether you wanted to or not; the result of mutual respect and agonising persistence. Slowly, you had chipped away his hard exterior; the one he built because he thought he needed to push people away. In that regard, you were similar, but this need manifested in you like a weed - an awful, awful compulsion to joke and laugh at your own expense, to keep others at an arm's length. You had spent your whole life picking and pruning away at yourself, looking for perfection. Even after all this, multiverse-hopping and fighting alongside people who were the closest things you had to friends , it wasn't enough. There was still something missing.Â
Ironically, Miguel had told you something similar the one of the last times you had spoken. You had fucked up a mission, well and truly. In the aftermath, all you can remember is coming back to base, limping on Jessica's arm.Â
"She's hurt!" She cries out. Lyla materialises and leads you both to the med bay, inspecting any visible wounds. There's a deep laceration, sticky with blood, at the base of your stomach. You shift onto the bed and hiss with pain.Â
Miguel is quick to follow, face twisted with confusion, pain, sadness. Even in your haze, you feel the tension radiating off of him as he drags over a cart of supplies.Â
"What happened?" He strains.Â
"I don't even⌠it happened so fast. We got ambushed, and all of a sudden I'm on the ground. I wasn't thinking straight and⌠" She sobs. "...she jumped in front of me. God, she saved my life-"Â
"-wasn't your fault, Jess." You croak, trying to sit up. "And I'm fine. Just need to walk it offâŚ"
"Sit, bichita," His nickname makes you frown, despite yourself, and you settle back down. "Lyla, what's the damage?"
Your vision goes spotty, and Lyla's voice barely registers. All you can feel is searing pain in your side, but Miguel is warm, oh so warm. You clutch his arms, and force him to look you in the eye.Â
"M'ready, Miguel." He nods weakly, but you don't think he understands. "I mean it . I can lead, j-just need another chance and I won't let you down⌠Jess, tell him that I can-"Â
"It's okay. I believe you. You just need to relax for me, hmm?" He clutches at your hand, tight, and it's like you're the only two people in the world. "You did good. I promise."
Faintly, you nod. You feel a pinch at your arm, and Jessica's there, with an empty vial of something in her hands. The pain washes over you, and you fight to keep your eyes open. In those last few moments of light, you swear you feel a shaky kiss pressed to your temple.Â
"Sleep, mi bichito amoroso. Sleep."
When you come to, you're still in the medbay, moonlight streaming through. Well, artificial moonlight. Time worked a little differently here, something Miguel explained to you a while ago - God knows what about dilation and quantum interference. It makes you smile now, remembering his frustration as he tried to explain to no avail. You were the only spiderman this side of the multiverse without a degree in quantum tech, you had said with a lopsided smile.Â
You move to sit, and pain shoots up your side. Groaning, you push through it, determined to get out of this bed and find the others. As if on cue, Miguel walks in, almost leaping towards you.Â
"You should⌠mierda ! You should be resting in bed."
You pout as you stumble into his chest. He hooks an arm around you and leads you back. You clamber in, sighing. "M'fine, O'Hara."
"Your guts were halfway out of your body less than 24 hours ago. So stay put, or you might give me another heart attack."
You scoff, incredulous. "You were worried?"Â
He shrugs. " 'Course I was."
"Why? You know I'm practically indestructible." You give him a shit eating grin, and poke the frown appearing at his brow. He doesn't bat you away like he usually does.Â
"Famous last words, bichita." He sighs. You can't speak a lick of Spanish, but you know he only calls you that word when you've frustrated him to his limit. So you take it as a win, for now.Â
He drops into the chair next to you. "How are you feeling?"Â
"Just peachy, dollface." You wink, and he doesn't so much as groan.Â
"I'm being serious. You went through something pretty traumaticâŚ"
"You want me to tell you it hurts, so, so bad, daddy? " You pout and flutter your eyelashes mockingly. Miguel shifts in his seat, unable to make eye contact.Â
"That's not what I meant."
"What did you mean, O'Hara? I feel fine. And in a couple of days, I'll feel even better, and I'll be up and about. I can finish what we started and-"Â
"-no, absolutely not." He frowns. "A couple of days? I'm sending you home-"Â
"You can't do that! On whose fucking authority?"
"On the authority of you almost fucking died ! Keeping you safe is our priority right now-"Â
"God, is this my punishment? This is a low blow, O'Hara. You know how hard I've worked for this: months of surveillance and intel a-and I did everything by the book, just like you told me to." You croak. "I fucked up . I know that, and I feel terrible. Give me a chance to make things right; that's all I'm asking. I can do it, I know it. "
He looks at you for a moment, something heavy in his expression. His face contorted, he strips you down to the bone with just his gaze. His voice is so quiet, you almost miss it.Â
"....you're still trying to prove yourself, aren't you?"
Honestly, it catches you off guard. You don't even know what the fuck that means, let alone why he said it.
"I don't⌠I d-don'tâŚ?"Â
"They all love you. Respect you. More than me I think, sometimes." He chuckles at that. "You're good at what you do. The best . What else are you trying to prove? What else do you need ?"Â
Your throat goes dry. You couldn't speak if you wanted to.Â
"I'm not punishing you. You made a mistake, but you don't need to be crucified for it. I just want to keep you safe. I can't⌠we can't lose you."
"Miguel-"
"-this isn't a discussion. And I'm not trying to argue, although I know how much you like to argue." He inches closer, cupping your face gently. You try to move away, blinking back tears. But his hands are steady and he strokes your jaw with so much tenderness you think you hear your heart break. He's pretty, so pretty. You don't deserve him, you think. "There'll be time to fight, bichita. Rest. That's your mission right now."
"C-can't sleep." You breathe. "It hurts."Â
Miguel pauses, head tilted like he's thinking. He taps your shoulder. "Scoot over."
You do as he says, and he slips into the bed with you. It's a tight fit, but he manages, placing you on his chest with an arm gently around your shoulders. You bury your face in his hoodie, sniffling and hoping he doesn't notice you choking back sobs. Absentmindedly, he settles into a rhythm, gentle breathing and playing with your hair, soothing you softly. He pretends he can't hear the tears.Â
"M'gonna stay here until you're asleep. For as long as you need."
You nod, unable to speak for fear of breaking down.Â
~~~
The days after felt like a blur. You woke up to Miguel gone, and an ache in your heart. Jess visits as much as she can, and Ben calls you a couple times, to see if you're okay. Peter B brings Mayday, and she clambers all over your bed, bringing some life into the room. Miguel doesn't visit per se - you hear whispers of him, Lyla visiting in his stead for comprehensive status updates. Once, you wake up in the night to see him on the adjacent chair, head lolling in deep sleep. He looks peaceful, calm - one of the first times you haven't seen his brow furrowed with worry. Of course, he's gone by the morning.Â
The very last time you saw him, he opened the portal home. It was weird, after everything, but if Miguel felt the same you wouldn't know. Talking at a thousand miles a minute, he alternates between assuring you they'll be fine without you and situation reports from spider people all across the multiverse. Things you'd missed whilst bedbound, asking for advice before you left. He trusted your judgement and the thought warmed your heart, almost making you forget that he completely brushed past the previous nights before.Â
You still remember the last thing he had said to you, which would've been weeks ago, now.Â
"...and if you need anything, and I mean anything, you call me directly. Not Jess, not Ben, and certainly not Peter B. Call me, and I'll answer, I promise. You need help, you need advice, you just need someone to talk to, then-"
"-I call you. I get it, O'Hara. Will do." He opens the portal, watching as you walk towards it. He can't take his eyes off of you, even though you can't see him. At the last moment you turn, and run towards him. You almost knock him over with a hug. Burying his head in the crook of your shoulder, he hugs you back, ever careful of your injury. Separating, your smile almost knocks him over again. Weakly, he smiles back as you head through the portal, back home.Â
You're left with that feeling, of his arms around your body - warm, so warm - as you putter about by the switchboard. After careful deliberation (you were really, really bored ) you'd taken to manage the Multi Modal Multiversal Switchboard - as aptly named by Miguel. Everyone else called it the Big Red Phone of course, but he had insisted on calling it by its proper name . Every. Time.Â
The thought makes you chuckle as you call up Peter B. His icon flashes on the screen in front of you. With a click, he picks up the call, his face materialising holographically in front you. A little hand reaches up and tugs at his ear.Â
"Ow⌠ouch ⌠Dad's on the phone, honey."
"Aww! How's my favourite Parker doing?"Â
"Not bad, actually! MJ just made us probably the best burger this side of New York-"
"-sorry, Peter? Me and May are trying to have a conversation." You hear her giggle in the background. Her gap toothed grin pops into frame and she babbles excitedly. "...yeah, exactly May. That's literally what I said."
"Okay, okay, that's enough." He puts the toddler down and watches her scurry away. "You're feeling better, I see."
"Yeah, back in action. Thought I'd check in."
"All good here." He squints, trying to take in your surroundings. "You're at HQ?"Â
You hum.
"Could've sworn Lyla cancelledâŚ"
"Yeah, didn't get the memo. But I think something's wrong with O'Hara."
He gives you a weird look. "Uhhh, what makes you think that?"Â
"He won't even look at me. Was it something I said? Something I did?" Your eyes narrow. "...what do you know, Peter?"
"Nothing! Absolutely nothing!" He scoffs, a little too quickly, clutching his chest like you've offended him. He's stared down some of the scariest villains around, but the look you give him is truly chilling. "Just⌠uhhh. You didn't hear this from me."Â
"NaturallyâŚ"
"We tracked 'em down, the guys that ambushed you and Jessica."
"The Sinister Six? From Earth-215?"
"Yeah, but by the time we got there, it was just Kraven and some of his goons. Miguel got there first, andâŚ." He gulps. "He was pissed. Trashed the whole place looking for the rest of 'em. Beat Kraven half to death and we had to pull him off."
"Shit."
"Yeah, it was pretty rough. Never seen him like that before. And just generally? He'd been weirdly quiet, a little grumpy, more aggressive on missions. I don't know what's gotten into him."
"Hmmm. Thanks, Pete."
"No problem, sweetheart. And if the big guy asks⌠"
"...this didn't come from you, I know." Weakly, you smile. "Say hi to my favourite Parkers, for me."Â
" 'Course I will. We should celebrate, if you're back officially. Mine and MJ's is always open."
"Good to know. I'll see you around."
He waves goodbye, and the hologram clicks off. Sighing, you try to piece together what you've just heard.Â
Miguel: acting weird. Well, you knew that already. Aggressive was new. And Lyla? She had canceled, but not for you, for some reason. An honest mistake, perhaps. But Lyla doesn't make mistakesâŚÂ
You stew for a couple of hours, puttering about the switchboard, twiddling your thumbs. Something's wrong, and for some reason you're afraid to see him. To have him look straight through you, again, when you ask to do the same. Show me where it hurts. Tell me how to make it better. Â
On the way there, you chew your lip in anticipation. In the corridor, you're outside the door to his place, hand hovering above the door. To knock, to call. In the harsh fluorescent light, you hesitate.Â
"Lyla?" Nervously, you sink down onto the floor. It's hard to explain, but you don't expect her to actually come; to materialise in front of you.Â
"How can I assist you?" She says with a ding.Â
"Uhh⌠hi. Just wanted to talk." You pause, clicking your tongue. "Can you be honest with me?"Â
"I can only be honest with you. It is not in my programming to lie, unless specified by my owner."
"Sure. Cool. It's about him, actually. Is Miguel okay?"Â
She tilts her head, as if processing your request. "Okay is a subjective term. Is Mr O'Hara alive? Yes. Is Mr O'Hara physically well? Yes. By those terms, he is okay ."
Too vague for your own liking. "I guess I meant more⌠his emotional state. To the best of your knowledge⌠in your opinion , Lyla: is Miguel okay?"Â
"...I believe Mr O'Hara is experiencing some emotional turmoil."
You frown. "Oh. Do you know why?"Â
"Mr O'Hara has instructed me not to disclose that information with you."
"Fair enough. But you don't have to tell me⌠I could just ask questions?"Â
She nods. "There is nothing in my programming that prevents me from answering some questions within certain parameters."Â
"Did I do something? Not just today but⌠last time I was here. Did I say something to hurt or upset him? Is that why he's acting weird?"
"No." She says blankly. "And yes. I suppose it is⌠complicated." She gestures around that word.Â
"I'm a little confused, Lyla."
She sits next to you, on the cool tile. Not that she could feel it, but it feels more intimate - like two friends talking. The extent of Lyla's consciousness, you weren't sure of. Was she alive? To you, she might as well be. Could she think, feel, emote? Maybe, maybe not. You weren't smart enough to understand the nuances of her programming. But you were human enough to see it in her - something glittering beyond the surface.Â
It could be projection, but you swear her voice is softer. "He has a name for you. When he speaks about you, and to you. I have it logged in my memory database. Do you know what that is?" You shake your head.Â
Lyla opens up her palm and projects videos and images - little Miguel's popping up in her palm, tinny and gruff voices ringing through the hallway. They say your name, shout your name, whisper it. Some say other things in Spanish. Curse words had always been your assumption, and he had given you no reason to think otherwise. Now, having it played back to you, you hear a tenderness in his voice you would've missed. Words and phrases that come up again and againâŚ
"Bichita." She repeats. "Bichito del amor. Mi bichito amoroso. "
You shake your head, still confounded. "...I don't speak Spanish, Lyla."Â
"Little bug. Sweetheart. Lovebug. My little lovebug." She clears her throat. "I believe they are terms of endearment."
Steadfast, she directs you towards her palm. Another small Miguel appears, and you think it's him from this morning.Â
"I thought I told you not to let anyone in, Lyla?"Â
"I did not let her in. She let herself in using the code you previously gave her, Mr O'Hara."
"Yeah, for emergencies. Fuck. Mi bichita, too smart for her own good."
"...If you are in distress, I believe she would understand, Mr O'Hara."
"I just think it's too much. I don't want her to see me like this."Â
"According to Alchemax files, previous subjects showing this kind of aggression benefitted from-"
"Lyla, it's not happening, no chance. I can't tell her."
The figure blinks out of her palm. "Mr O'Hara has forbid me from telling you about certain things."
"...but not from showing me." Your eyes meet hers. You give her a watery smile. "Thank you."Â
With a hint of a smile, she nods and is gone from the corridor. You are left alone, with nothing but your thoughts of little lovebugs rattling around in your brain.
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itâs cupid, stupid! | lhs
ŕ¨ŕ§ SYNOPSIS -âşÂ To hell with Lee Heeseung, you couldn't find someone you hated more than the boy who's by your side no matter what. You figured that maybe the summer before university would be the best way to finally let go of him, and to leave the hate you have in your childhood- but no. What do you mean you have to spend ALL summer with him?
ŕ¨ŕ§ PAIR -âş golden boy!heeseung x fem-pres!reader
ŕ¨ŕ§ GENRE -âş fluff, pining, hurt/angst, slow burn (oops), bakery au, summer au, post highschool au | ŕ¨ŕ§ TROPES -âş (slightly one sided) enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers | ŕ¨ŕ§ WC -âş 20k (jfc)
ŕ¨ŕ§ INCLUDES -âş CURSING, food mentions, a self indulgent characterization of my grandmother but sheâs also everyone elseâs in this fic, the bakery has foods from like 40 different cultures, both mc and hee get burned but itâs tiny, heeseungâs parents r lowk overachieving assholes this is NOT a reflection of anyone irl, ew so much banter, heeseung and mc drink from the same straw ik thatâs an ick for some LOL, underaged alcohol consumption (and being drunk)âŚsorry
ŕ¨ŕ§ REN SAYS... thank u thank u thank u peng aka @jlheon for beta reading this in one sitting for me!!! your comments were so cute i'm so glad you enjoyed reading it <3
plsplsplspls reblog and send feedback/asks if you liked this!
Lee Heeseung might only have eleven characters to his name, but they spelt trouble in forty different ways.Â
It starts with the same old Lee Heeseung spilling his applesauce on you in the first grade, with his cup of mushy lukewarm grossness splattered across your new pants with glittery stars on them. You shriek when it happens, frantically wiping off the mess and yelling at his Lightning McQueen lunchbox with all of the bottled up rage a six year old can have. His eyes are wide, but all his friends laugh and say girls are so angry all the time, so he stops himself from apologizing. Which, you think his friends were being a little rude to all girls alike, but what mattered was that Lee Heeseung never ended up saying sorry.Â
But thatâs just one way of spelling it. He hit you in the face with a ball, ran into you when your knee was scraped and you almost were bursting into tears, and tripped you in the lunch line.Â
Did the universe hate you, or did he?Â
You figured it was the latter.
Heeseungâs been stuck to you your entire life with some extra strong adhesive that you canât seem to get off. You wish you could get some of the same glue that stuck you two to the hip and attach his tongue to the nearest streetlight, but things almost never worked in your favor. If you could catch him, just once, like one of the dumb boys who lick frozen poles in winter, youâd be satisfied.Â
The blackmail would trump any sort of Heeseung related adversity your elementary grade self had to deal with.Â
Unfortunately, the years have rendered you no protection against him, and in the small victories you find yourself in, you also see Heeseung right next to you. The exam you aced was topped by Heeseung with a 98%, just a bit higher than your 96%, and it couldnât even feel good to talk about it because you knew all your friends talked about was how he did the best. Better than you.Â
There was no accomplishment anymore when Heeseung was around.Â
Heeseung was perfect in everyoneâs eyes, a golden boy in their praises and a role model for their parents. If people didnât want to be with Lee Heeseung, people wanted to be Lee Heeseung. That? That was something you hated. How could people want to be someone who you couldnât stand?
Summer is a new slate- a very humid new beginning for you to get away from people at school and hang out with only your closest of friends and to ghost any new message you get. That is, if you choose to. Or, you could have an objectively more âhot girl summerâ where you go to pools and post pictures on social media and talk about strangers on the internet. Unfortunately, none of those things seemed to be a viable option, with your friends in different countries and in cute swimsuits. Your visits to your grandmother had been so pushed back with all of the finals on top of exams and end of the year festivities that it had been a while since you last saw her. Spending time with her this summer was your number one priority- your friends could wait a few weeks to hang out again.Â
You spend your first Saturday at her house making pastries with oddly reminiscent spices and a sprinkle of your childhood within every slice. If thereâs one person you can trust to stay the same, itâs your dear grandma, with her decade old recipes and hard to find ingredients that she sometimes makes you go on a manhunt for. Itâs endearing in a way to know that her cooking will never change, and maybe itâs the reason you make an effort to visit when you can. You love your grandma, and you always have, because sheâs the only true constant in a world thatâs constantly changing.Â
Youâve made a feast by the time the sun barely peeks from the edge of the ground. Youâve measured countless spoons of sauces and powdery substances that all look the same and you're surprised the sauce you burned still tastes good. Sheâs finished setting up the table, and you two can finally dig into your favorite authentic cooking. Even if you see her quite frequently, she doesnât always cook. Sometimes itâs leftovers, sometimes itâs take-out. But today was different.Â
After youâve both finished, your grandma hands you plastic wrapped dishes filled with mere fractions of what you two have made. She tells you to go to the Leeâs down the road, and your eyes narrow slightly. Lee is also the last name of Heeseung. So, what would be the odds it was him?Â
Not likely. Heeseung would think heâs too cool to live in an area like this. His parents are probably minted- and if not loaded, then well off.Â
Well, you were 100% wrong! Lee Heeseung does seem to live here, and you will admit the porcelain figures of calico cats in the dark as shapeless silhouettes were a little frightening at first. Your grandma washed away your previous concerns with a âOf course theyâll be home! Heeseung always answers the door for me.â and pushes you out of the house to deliver the two boxes of leftovers that smell delectable. If you werenât so full, youâd just take a different route and have it for yourself.Â
You can hear the âitâs our neighbor!â And a pair of footsteps tumbling down the carpeted stairs to answer the doorbell.Â
Lee fucking Heeseung in his sock and pajama clad glory. How punchable he looked in this very moment, with his warm brown dyed hair and white t-shirt.Â
âI have leftovers. For your family.â His widened eyes immediately go back to their normal state, and he reaches out to meet your offering halfway.Â
âYou live here?â He asks, in a calm, civil manner that you donât think youâve ever seen with him.Â
âGrandma does- Iâm just her errandâŚrunner.â You respond, in a not so smooth way. You wince internally at how choppy your words come out, but make no further effort to fix it. By now, itâs Heeseung whoâs holding the styrofoam boxes. Your job is done. âDo you live here?âÂ
He nods solemnly, a smile filled with a smidgen of pride dusted across his features. He loves this house- Heeseungâs been in it his entire life, and itâs obvious the memories that have stayed with him since childhood make him far from ashamed to say itâs where heâs grown up all these years. But you? Could you say the same thing about the simple abode you went home to everyday?Â
Maybe not. Another reason why Heeseung had it perfect, and another reason to resent him.Â
You sighed to ease the tension that had condensed between the two of you. His mom wondered what took him so long, and he wondered the same question.Â
Before youâre about to turn away, he blurts, âThanks for the food.â You turn around, nodding a silent âof course,â and walking away.Â
At that very moment, there was no reason to hate Lee Heeseung. But as you walked away and back to your house, you hated the calico cats and the gate you entered through the house he went back inside to.Â
The nostalgic board game high with your grandma does not last for long. As if the universe needed another reason to hate you, the unfortunate truth was that there was always more in store when you were subjected to a bad day, a bad week, or even a case of bad luck. You come back to the mahogany door to terrible news- your grandmother is sick. You rush out of her house the same day with the names of medicinal cures scribbled on a notecard and an urgency in your step. You buy her enough to last for the next few lifetimes, but it doesnât matter. Anything healthy you could find in the fresh food aisle, you put in your cart, and when you came home, she was already up and sweeping the cold floors with a cough threatening to overwhelm her.Â
Sometimes, you wish she didnât overwork herself. You gently coerce her into laying on the couch, taking some of the medicine you got with a cup of warm water to ease her throat. She says nothing and you expect nothing in return for the last minute shopping youâve done, but her eyes hold a sincere thankfulness that you know she will never speak aloud. When sheâs retired to her bed, you finish unpacking the groceries and complete the mental task of chores your grandma wouldâve exerted herself to finish independently. When youâve finished, your hands are dry with soap and cleaning products, and your arms ache from the mopping, but the house is clean, and your grandma is sleeping well in the other room. You turn off the tv with one of her shows and switch off the light, heading back to your room and changing out of your clothes. By the time you crawl into your bed and charge your phone, the moon is the last thing you remember seeing before you fall asleep.
Monday comes unexpectedly, despite time still being on its course. You find yourself flipping through the cookbooks that littered the walls in your grandmotherâs room, and in turn, the absolute urge to busy yourself in her passions manifested in the impulsive decision to work at her bakery.Â
âCould- could I go work in the shop?âÂ
At first, her rejection was through scowls and furrowed eyebrows wondering why someone like you would want to fill their youthful summer days dusting surfaces with flour and kneading doughs instead of living the dream and swimming in turquoise waters. Her second rejection is easier to register. âI already have Hee helping me.â She states plainly, excusing the idea of two people in one room to run her business. Your nose scrunches up, and the temperature of your blood increases tenfold.
âHeeseung,â she clarifies, with almost too much enthusiasm. âHeâs in your grade. Goes to your school, too.â She smiles, brushing a section of hair behind your ear and examining the imperfections on your skin. You frown, the obvious displeasure plastered on your features. Itâs not hard to notice you donât like what she just told you. âYou donât like him?â
âItâs whatever.â You tell her, shrugging away from her gaze and shrinking in on yourself. âI donât care much for him.âÂ
What a lie! âIt seems like you donât like him.â She comments.
Of course you donât like him. Heeseung is stuck up, arrogant, and looks past people like you- people who just arenât as perfect as him. âI mean, why canât I help you? Shouldnât HeeseungâŚ.rest for the summer?âÂ
âItâs fine- heâs helped me out multiple times anyways.â She concludes, closing the book she was reading previously. âI wouldnât mind you coming down to help, Iâm sure 17 year olds like you and Hee can run things by yourself.â You raise an eyebrow at both of your names mentioned, but donât speak out against her.Â
You can run it by yourself, but you wonât, simply because your grandmother seems to have an affinity for some boy you just happen to hate. Plus, if Heeseung messes up, you get all the triple chocolate cake to yourself, so youâll pray on his downfall until then.Â
Wednesday morning is when you head over to the bakery, at a much earlier time than usual. The business doesnât open until at least an hour later, and you spend the time preparing the mixing stands and covering the sweet rolls to be baked in a light sheen of oil. When the sun shines more vibrantly in the morning sky, and the cars honk at the traffic, a ruffled head of hair enters the building, and youâre very worried that you mightâve forgotten to lock the doors. âSorry, weâre closed!â You yell out, but Lee Heeseungâs tuft of tinted hair is already in your vicinity.Â
âThe real question would be why youâre here, Miss _____.â He glances towards you, curiosity glazing his eyes over. You immediately scowl at his slightly teasing tone, one that could feel even condescending if he pushed that boundary just a bit more. Lee Heeseung might objectively be better than you in the eyes of an average high schooler, but frankly, you were just the same, and he had no right to sound that amused when you woke up and came here first. Itâs 8:03am, and you already found just one more reason to hate him.Â
You roll your eyes, knowing that with your back turned to him, he wouldnât notice the obvious displeasure. âI canât help out my grandma?âÂ
Itâs so quiet in the place that you hear him suck on a breath behind you. âSheâs your grandma?âÂ
âDid you not remember when I dropped off the food? Oh right, you probably wouldnât spend your time on something soâŚ,â you pause, racking your brain for a word you think he would use. ââinsignificant.ââÂ
Rustling. He takes a bowl and a carton of eggs. âDonât put words in my mouth. Sorry, itâs just so difficult to believe youâre related to her.â Were you really that detached from your culture, or was Heeseung just mean?Â
Lee Heeseungâs words get right under your skin, and it makes you see red. You frown in his direction, disregarding his words and moving on with your day. âYeah, my grandma is nice, I just donât know why she thinks youâre a saint.â
âShe thinks Iâm a saint?â And you see something for the first time, something thatâs akin to stars in his eyes, and the corner of his lips turn in satisfaction. He doesnât even comment on how youâve let it slip that youâre jealous of their relationship.Â
âMaybe in your dreams.âÂ
âYou just said-âÂ
You feel like two cats about the fight behind a dumpster, before the door jingles, and someone walks into your conversation with Heeseung.Â
âSorry, is the shop not-?â
You rush to the counter before Heeseung does, counting it as a mental victory to take the first order.Â
âIt is! What would you like?â Itâs something else you can tell your grandma when you get home- that youâve been starting off all the work in the bakery, and youâre ânot sure what Heeseung really does.â
The professionalism masks the irritation on his features, and you wouldâve killed to see Lee Heeseungâs frown once more.Â
When the customer is done telling you his order, you make sure he gets everything he needs, fully satisfied before the ring of the door is heard once more during his departure. The corner of your lip turns up into a grin, victorious as you childishly tease your co-worker.Â
âIâm going to do the most around here, and I donât need your pretty face getting in the way of things.âÂ
While he denies the rest, Heeseung doesnât quite ignore what you said about his features.Â
When noon has passed, but the sun still glares down on everyone outside, you work just as hard as the white ceiling fan providing cool air for everyone inside. You work in silence, with a playlist filling the air and adding to the ambience, as you listen to your own music through your headphones. Heeseung works without interacting with you more than what needs to be done, and rarely asks for help. He doesnât let people down; if anything, he exceeds their expectations, but never yours. Itâs been like this since the beginning, and youâre convinced itâs something personal- some wrangle ever since you two learned what cooties were that lasted until now.Â
â____,â He starts, turning to you. You glance at him, waiting for the boy to continue. âCan you make the brown sugar milk tea- itâs on the-âÂ
âI know where it is.â You snip.
Heeseung makes the right choice (in your opinion) to say nothing as you proceed to grab a cup and open the container of boba pearls. After youâve taken a few orders, you move to the back of the bakery to pull the tray of matcha sheet cake onto the counter to cool.Â
âHave you seen the scissors?â Heeseung asks out of nowhere, startling you from the doorway.Â
Reaching for the ones you used to cut the parchment paper with, you hand the pair to him and with a mumbled âthank you,â he makes his leave.
In an odd way, youâre stunned by the silence that follows. A âyou suck, _____!â would be more in character for villainous Lee Heeseung than whatever just happened. But youâre way too occupied with the bakery, and go back to cutting squares in the matcha cake.Â
Itâs the same for the next hour until the rush ends and you get a bit more time to yourselves between orders. Heeseung agrees to wash the dishes and you clean the tables to the sound of your playlist from the speakers.Â
âYou have good music taste.â Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth when he emerges. He wipes his hand on a white towel and you stare at him, utterly puzzled. Whereâs the malice? Whereâs his snarky comments?
âIâm waiting for you to tell me itâs not as good as yours, or something along those lines.â You deadpan.Â
Heeseung rolls his eyes. âIâm not that mean, I can give a compliment or two when I feel like it.âÂ
âOh, poor Lee Heeseung only has so much room in his heart to compliment people. How thankful should I be that you spend your daily supply of niceness on me?â You snap, cleaning off the tables. Your chest feels light and you donât feel as angry as you did this morning, finding your digs to be more playful that serious
Blame it on the lack of sleep.
âI think you should be bowing down to me and only talking when I tell you to.â He jokes, and when you glance up, thereâs a semblance of a smile on his face. âAnyways, when are you leaving?â
âWhenever you leave.â You tell him, shrugging.Â
âYour grandma said she didnât want you to stay too late but she also wanted me to take you home, and I think sheâd throw a fit if you didnât. You were dropped off this morning, right?â
âIâd die before getting into a car with you, Lee Heeseung.âÂ
âIf I had to get into a car with you, thatâs probably how Iâd die.â He responds lightly. You furrow your eyebrows and rack your brain for some sort of retort that hurts Heeseungâs pride, but nothing comes up.Â
âMy driving skills are very good, Iâll have you know.âÂ
He jabs, âDidnât think you had it in you.â
âHow about, next time you come, you leave with your bumper falling off? Some bad driving, yeah?âÂ
Heeseung could start feeling dizzy if his eyes continue to roll around in his skull. âSure, weâll see what your insurance has to say about that.âÂ
The aroma of vanilla slips through the air, and momentarily distracts you as you make haste to get it from the ringing oven. Unfortunately, your enthusiasm spills over the rim, and when reaching inside, you feel the burn of the sheet cake as you leave it on the iron rack to cool. Heeseung doesnât tear his eyes from the way you jump back, squeezing the tender skin between your fingers as you blow on it in puffs.Â
âAre you okay? Here-â He reaches for your hand, but gentle. âLet me see that.â Heeseung soothes the slight pain with his thumb running over the burn, and his breath cooling it down slowly.Â
âIâm fine.â You tell him, slowly pulling your finger away. His gaze snaps back up at you, and you feel your disdain for him dwindle ever so slightly. Maybe the Heeseung that rushed to make sure you were okay isnât so bad.Â
âRight. Youâll be fine.â And he doesnât know if itâs something he tells himself, or if heâs telling you, when he goes to get some ointment.Â
âA grad party? With Heeseung? Invited?âÂ
You canât see him, but you almost hear Sunooâs pout from the line. âYeah, I donât even know why you two fight anyways.âÂ
You huff, laying back down on your bed after Sunooâs confession made you shoot up in surprise. âHave you seen him? Heâs the most stuck-up annoying person ever.âÂ
Your friend hums. âTo be honest, I donât think you really know him.âÂ
âI know him plenty. And thereâs nothing good about him, like, ever!âÂ
âYou barely even talk to him, ____.â The last week proves differently, but you bite your tongue.
âI talk to him enough!â Youâd defend yourself until the end of the earth. âHeâs justâŚalways around me- not like I even want him to, or heâs always hanging out with my friends, or-â
âOur friends.âÂ
âWell, not really.â You think hard. âTheyâre only friends because you and I are friends, so Iâm friends with Heeseung in a distant obligatory way. And I need to keep it that way by not coming to this party.âÂ
âCome on!â Sunoo whines from the phone, and you laugh at his antics. âItâs a grad party, youâll be too busy talking with everyone else to care anyways.âÂ
âWell, maybe for a bit.âÂ
âWhenâs the next time weâll even be able to see each other anyways? Considering all of this college stuff.âÂ
You break his facade. âWeâre literally going swimming in two weeks from now.â Sunoo laughs. âNo, ____. Swimming is different from eating snacks and playing dumb board games.âÂ
Heâs right, and you admit that itâll be fun for something once last time.Â
Maybe Heeseung wonât even show up.Â
The next day at the bakery, you rush to ask him, almost too eager to know his answer. âAre you going to Sunooâs party?â Please say no please please please-
âOf course. Iâm his friend. You werenât invited, or something?â His tone makes you want to light a fire on his head.Â
âIâm his friend, too. I was the first person he talked to about it, so of course I was invited, and of course Iâm going.â You say it as if the boy in front of you didnât make you single handedly question your attendance last night. You say it like your demeanor never faltered, not even once. You say it like Heeseung had no say in the decision.
Because he definitely didnât.
âIâll see you there, then.â He smiles at you, a glint of evil in his eyes as he gauges your reaction. You return his scheming grin, frosting a slice of cake before walking out and calling the order number. When Heeseung emerges from the paper white curtains, he sees you engrossed in helping a customer pick out a few of the best options for âsomething not so sweet.âÂ
When youâre done, you turn around to take a sip of your iced tea. âReally?â He starts, stirring some milk into a swirling shot of espresso. âThe red bean cake is your definition of not too sweet?â Your ear-to-ear smile falls when you hear the off-handed comment from Heeseung, leaning against the counter with his taro milk tea, with close to no sugar.Â
âIâm sure if they asked you, they wouldâve walked out with a cake that tastes like a sponge.â You retaliate. You do your best not to look so affected, seeing as there were other people in the vicinity. Itâs a bakery, you have to keep up the comforting atmosphere.Â
âI donât really think youâre the best person to offer advice for those kinds of things, unfortunately.â His tone snips at your resolve, and with every passing moment you stare at his lips and listen to his words, the more you wish to sew them together.Â
âSure, and theyâll be satisfied with eating basically paper? Your standards are also a little far-fetched.â You busy yourself with cleaning the cups and bowls from this morning, physically turning away from him.Â
He walks past you and into the kitchen, but not before saying, âIâm sorry one of us has good taste.âÂ
You pray to every being that someone keeps Heeseung from speaking another insufferable word.Â
Sunooâs house is as quaint as you remember, and although you donât find yourself making the resemblance often, it suits him. With one hand occupied with holding a gift, and the other about to press the doorbell, youâre interrupted by an all too familiar voice.Â
âI guess you did show up. Sucks to see my dreams didnât come true.â
âI will throw this at you.â You motion to the neat basket in your hands.
Heeseung sighs dramatically, before continuing in the same feigned tone. âWould be a shame if Sunoo only had one gift from us.âÂ
âHeâd understand.â You turn around to ring the doorbell, and Sunoo emerges, a bright smile on his face. He greets the both of you, and his quick side hug immediately reminds you of why youâre here.Â
You will have a good time. And you wonât let any auburn haired boy ruin that.Â
Despite being close to Sunoo, youâre not as close to the rest of his friends. He keeps his circle small, only with people he spends time with regularly. Which would be good for any other day, but for today, you feel almost like an outsider. Sunooâs group of friends greet you all the same, and shower the boy behind you with affection. When you walk towards the kitchen, you catch some more of your mutual friends, and your nerves slowly ease away. You join their ongoing card game, an observer to it all as they yell in success or defeat.Â
The group of people playing Taboo suddenly doubles as the six of Sunooâs friends decide they want in. With the way you move to the floor, youâre so preoccupied with making sure thereâs enough space for everyone and that all the cards are there, that you donât realize where youâre sitting.Â
Cross legged, on the ground, next to Lee Heeseung.Â
You canât get up, and you weakly protest against the many thoughts telling you that a game of Taboo with Lee Heeseung would get you so heated that everyone would see steam out of your ears by the end of the first round.Â
âYou know how to play?â Yuna starts to thumb through the cards, making sure all of them are placed in the right orientation. While the majority of you guys nod, a few of them shake their heads, and it prompts a quick explanation from Ryujin.Â
âSo, everyone gets a set of cards in a team of 3, and you have to describe it without using the words in the white box below. So for example, if my word is Vanilla, I canât use the words bean, flavor, ice cream, extract, or chocolate.â She shows everyone the example card, and you all nod your heads. âOkay, now we divide into teams!â You tune out the rest of her words as she divides you all into sections based on where youâre sitting, and it leaves you with a twisting feeling.Â
âBlue will be ____, Heeseung, and Jungwon!âÂ
Truly, was luck ever on your side?
You donât have time to ponder just how horrible things are going, because Jungwonâs excitedly pulling you two close into a circle to discuss game plans.Â
âOkay, just skip the cards you canât answer, think about references rather than actual descriptions. Guys, the prize is good, Sunoo told me.â And the need to win anything reignites in your eyes, determination being your main motivation.Â
Jake, Sunghoon, and Yuna go first, and guess four cards correctly. You feel the excitement coursing through the air like electricity, as everyoneâs competitive spirit shows through.Â
Itâs finally your turn, and you volunteer to be the describer, picking up the cards with anticipation. You share a look with Heeseung and Jungwon, praying they share your wave of telepathy.Â
First word- Engine.Â
You scan through the words youâre not allowed to use, Jake watching over as your referee in case you slip up.Â
âOkay, itâs the thing in the-â Youâre about to say car, but you pause, quickly trying to reevaluate your descriptions. The timer looms, and you feel panic settle in. âThe thing that powers theâŚvroom vroom.âÂ
In Jungwonâs head, it clicks. âEngine!â You toss the card, reading the next. Egypt?Â
âItâs a 3D thing, but it has three sides in north Africa.âÂ
âPyramids.â Heeseung answers smoothly.Â
You grin unknowingly. âRight-right, okay. Where is it?â
âEgypt.âÂ
âThis is a Jesus related celebration-â You continue, glancing at the hourglass as the sand slips through.
âEaster!â Jungwon says. âChristmas!âÂ
âThe second one! Itâs one of the little things you⌠put up!âÂ
âStockings!â And you shake your head at Jungwon, goading them to think a bit more and guess. You glance up almost sheepishly, at a loss of words and stumbling over thoughts. Heeseung sighs, leaning back before looking at you again.Â
âOh, donât look at me like that.â You huff, flicking at the card anxiously.Â
âLike what? Like you canât describe a simple word?âÂ
âOh, as if you could-â
âOrnament!â And with that, the timer ends. You glare at Heeseung, hard, and if you were anything like Superman, you really wouldâve burned holes through his skull. Thankfully, with Jungwon was your mediator, you donât say anything snarky back at him, staying silent as the other groups go.Â
The first round tension eases as the night carries on. As Jake and Sunghoon score 7 cards in one round, it prompts you, Heeseung, and Jungwon to come together, a jittery feeling as you sip from a can of soda and pray your brain works in tandem with both of them.Â
Remembering Heeseungâs your describer, you sink in your seat a little, feeling hopelessness consume your mind- but Jungwon doesnât let you sulk as he cheers Heeseung on. âLast round!â He says, a sparkle in his eye. The teams are so close, and despite your team having the lowest points by being the last group to go, you know you can score the 6 points needed to beat Ni-ki, Ryujin, and Sunoo.Â
The hourglass is flipped, and you hold your breath.Â
âNaturally occuring formation,â he says smoothly, glancing at you and Jungwon. âHot stuff.âÂ
It clicks. âVolcano!â Jungwon smiles, feeling victory running through his veins. Heeseungâs lip curls up.Â
âItâs the saying with too many people, âthreeâs a..â He waits for you both to finish the line.Â
âCrowd!â Heeseung and you smile at each other as he continues to rush through the cards, briefly glancing over to the timer.Â
He falters slightly, before lighting up. âWhen youâre excited, youâre on ____ 9.â You finish it quickly, burning holes into the back of his cards before he continues. You have to win.Â
âJungwon, we played this game in 2020 on Discord with the guys!âÂ
âAmong Us.â and you laugh at the references he makes to win.
â____, itâs the 60% thing you like at the bakery.â
Your breath hitches, and you almost forget to answer until you see the way heâs looking at you.Â
âChocolate.â You mumble, and he cracks a grin again, relieved to get it in only four seconds.Â
With the way he looks at the words and furrows his eyes, you worry that the sand will slip through the hourglass completely before he can finish explaining the sixth and final word.Â
Heeseung chooses to deviate from the normal meaning of the words, and chooses to use a different meaning of it in order to not risk using a word on his unavailable list. âWhen something is more spicy than you expect, you say it has a little something to it.âÂ
Your heart is beating wildly, and youâre barely in the same spot as you were when you first started, leaning over and closer to Heeseungâs curly fringe. âKick!â you yell out, and the room explodes in commotion, carefully counting the tallies under every team name. Yeji sighs as she marks down your final tally, and you stand up, all in a group hug before you even realize it. You watch Heeseung, looking up at the way his eyes are closed and his smileâs wide. The adrenaline keeps you jumping with your partners, unaware of how Sunoo observes the carefree way you cling onto his friend, and the supposed bane of your existence. When you two finally stop cheering at your long awaited victory, you shoot Heeseung a glance, noticing how heâs already looking at you with the same gears turning in his head. Although youâve created space, heâs zoned out, and you can tell he hasnât noticed that you two once again make eye contact. It takes a raised eyebrow from you for him to look elsewhere, absentmindedly tonguing the inside of his cheek, feeling almost embarrassed to have been so close.Â
Thereâs a bubbling feeling in your stomach whenever you think about how he remembered- how Lee Heeseung pays attention to the little things. You push it down, because itâs nothing more than what coworkers do for each other. Heâs cordial, as always. Thatâs all it is.
âDidnât seem like you hated Heeseung much.â Sunoo comments, a smile puffing up his cheeks. You roll your eyes, helping him pick up some of the stray trash from the floor after the party is over.Â
âDonât even!â You start, debating if you should throw a Dorito in his face. âItâs just for the games, he was literally insufferable every other minute.âÂ
Sunoo is unfortunately the victim to your back-and-forth, trying for you to see with reason but falling short to your simple petty nature. He fails to see how Heeseung has treated you, but deep down, you see it. You see the occasional stare Heeseung finds himself in with you, the frown on his features or the way he always carries himself as if heâs somehow better than you. Itâs exasperating how easily he surpasses you, and always glances back to make sure you know. The looks he gives you are deceptive, and you basically see his thoughts laid out in front of him before he turns away. You swear to Sunoo that he has it out for you, always trying to boost that inflated ego of his by showing you how much better he is at anything.Â
âHow are you so sure Heeseung just wants to rub it all in your face? Well, wait.â He pauses, tying a trash bag closed. âWhy do you look at him so much that you catch him staring?âÂ
Oh. You think about it, truly emptying your brain to find a proper answer, but deep down, there was none to be found.Â
âI donât know, Sunoo,â you huff. âHe just always looks at me.âÂ
âMaybe he wants to be friends.âÂ
Violently shaking your head, you smash in a water bottle, feeling a flash of confusion pass through you. âWhy would he want to be friends with me? To show heâs such a nice and caring person?â The boy on the receiving end sighs, slumping to the floor in the kitchen. You stare at him, watching how Sunoo deflates before going to wash his hands in the sink. âYouâre insufferable.â He calls out, laughing quietly.Â
A frown makes its way onto your features unknowingly, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you truly put yourself in your friendâs shoes.Â
Surely, Sunoo sees what you mean, right? Thereâs just no way Heeseung would want to be friends with you either- itâs not like you treat him any better than he treats you. Plus, Heeseung has had it out for you, always by your side for the best and for the worst times, somehow dampening your mood in both.Â
Right?
After a tight hug from Sunoo and your efforts to lift his mood after a long day, you get in your car, a random song from your playlist coursing through the stuffy air.Â
There is mutual hatred- well, maybe not hatred, but dislike. A definite dislike between you and some part time bakery employee who also happens to be the worst boy youâve ever met.Â
Youâre beginning to think that this feud between you two is a small flame that youâre shoveling piles of wood into, igniting from your own hands.Â
You have no idea how to prove it, though. You canât let yourself look like an idiot by simply being nice to him if he really has it out for you and hates you- or else heâll get some sort of upper hand.Â
Your plan goes like this; Youâll give Lee Heeseung one chance to prove himself as an arrogant and selfish person, and when it happens, itâll be true solid evidence you have to dislike him. Itâll prove that Lee Heeseung hasnât changed one bit, and that you were always right in your beliefs.Â
You trust the universe will help you out one time, and pray for the best.Â
So thatâs why, when your grandmother invites you to join her at the Leeâs once again, you agree, finally getting to try not just the leftovers of Mrs. Leeâs delicious galbi recipe.Â
And thatâs how you're standing in front of his doorstep with a welcome mat under your feet, and a porcelain cat staring up at you from the porch.Â
You hear the commotion that follows your knock, and you're greeted with a warm smile from whom you can only assume is Heeseungâs mother. After she invites you in, you meet the rest of the family, and make sure your grandmother has taken a seat. Heeseung glances at you from the stairs, before wordlessly joining the table, quickly grabbing bowls in the kitchen before coming to sit down. Everyone interacts, and youâre stuck smiling and shaking hands with his father and bowing to his grandmother, asking if thereâs anything you can do to help.Â
When his mother brings the steaming aromatic food over, your eyes light up. âHere, Heeseung, sit next to ____!âÂ
Your smile drops.Â
He takes the empty seat next to you, flashing you a grin. âLong time no see.â You roll your eyes, with the distance between the two of you closer than ever, you lean over to make sure your grandma gets plenty of cabbage kim-chi and warm sauces with her rice, helping her whenever necessary. By the time you sit back down, your bowl already is full of food. You glance over at the culprit.
Heeseung just shrugs when you raise an eyebrow, muttering a thank you before digging in.Â
âI hear youâre planning to attend the same university as Heeseung.â His motherâs words cause your eyes to widen, choking slightly on your bite before you feel someoneâs hand on your back. âYou okay, ____?â And the mirth in his eyes tells you he finds your reaction funny.
You shake your head in earnest, feeling yourself lose even more passion for school. She continues, reaching for some grilled meats with her chopsticks. âItâs exciting, isnât it? You two are basically neighbors, and youâre always super hard working. Maybe Heeseung could learn a thing or two, since I hear so much about how you help out your grandma.â
Youâre pleased to hear she likes you, but it all comes out at once, and her confessions leave you in surprise. You glance over at the boy next to you, hoping to gain some wicked satisfaction from it all, but what you see leaves you with a dejected look. Heeseungâs gaze is steely, and you notice the almost glare his mom sends her son after saying it. He feels small, unlike the confidence that surrounds him after test scores or when he got admitted into his colleges. Something doesnât feel right, and it leaves a sour feeling on your tongue when you try to make yourself bigger than him.Â
âHeeseung has always done well. Iâm sure heâll continue to do well both at the bakery and in school.â You donât mean to disagree with her, but itâs true. You hate to admit it, at least to his face, but Heeseungâs worked just as hard or harder than everyone else. He tilts his head in confusion as to why youâd voice something like that, and you roll your eyes, hoping that he never brings it up again. Â
You continue to talk with his mother, laughing at her comments and going along with whatever she has to say, no matter how traditional her views might be. You thank her profusely for the meal, and she waves you off with a bashful look. âItâs nothing,â she communicates through her laughs and small hug when you two are about to leave.
âSee!â Your grandma says on the walk back, as you carry tupperware of marinated meats and soup. âHee isnât so bad after all.âÂ
âI guess.â You really have nothing else to tell her, not wanting to ruin the delicate moments between you two as the sun casts down a slim glow. âHe didnât really say much.âÂ
His mom, however, made you realize just why Heeseung performs at the standard he does- because he really has no choice but to be the best, or to accept failure in front of his parentsâ eyes. Itâs a corrosive treatment, one that slowly digs away at anyoneâs ability to be passionate about truly anything.Â
She changes the subject. âHowâs the bakery?âÂ
You want to tell her that Heeseung is annoying, that he runs around always telling you to do things, that heâs always too busy covered in flour and coconut cream to help you out. You want to tell her that you hate Heeseung, and that your quality of life decreases whenever heâs around. He messes with you, sends jokes and digs your way, and you donât know how to get him out of there faster.Â
âHeeseungâs fine. I know heâs a big help to you.â And maybe, heâs become a big help to you, too.Â
There is one thing youâre not sure you can perfect- macarons.Â
Theyâre dumb, take so little ingredients yet such precision- and to be honest, do they even taste that good? In your personal opinion, theyâre nothing amazing, and honestly, the scraps of chocolate cake that you donât use for cake pops serves you well.Â
The night before, you and Heeseung both mutually agreed to stay for a bit longer, starting on the macarons so neither of you would mess up tomorrow morning in a rush. Itâs a large order, and you get them relatively often. You try to get tips from your grandmother the night before that, writing them down in your phone and making sure you listen to every piece of advice she says. You write down the last thing in your notes, ominously typed out in bold text. âdonât overdo it.â it reads, and you stay up watching videos on how other people make them look so perfect.Â
Staying late for the shift meant you shifted your routine by a few hours- showering later, eating a bit later, and sleeping less than you shouldâve. You were tired already, but the extra work only added to it, making you feel less and less confident in every piped macaron.Â
The alarm reads 8:00am, a criminally late hour if you want to get to work on time. Sending a quick apologetic text to your coworker, you rush out of the house, driving as carefully as you can to make it there while scraping as much time off as you can. Rushing in, you see Heeseung, leaning over and assessing your yellow batch. If the grid you used was supposed to be a 5 by 11 sheet, then there should be 55 macarons- but you notice, in a few places, there are missing confections.Â
One culprit. âHow childish do you have to be to eat the ones Iâve made?â The immediate accusation has Heeseung looking up at you, straightening his back to narrow his eyes.Â
âSome of your macarons were hollow shelled.âÂ
âWhat, so you go and throw them away without even asking me?â
Heeseung hates how the mood is immediately dampened, finding himself getting more heated around you. âWe literally need 25 of each- only four of yours were hollow- I had to start making another batch because I didnât want to risk mine being hollow, too.â He tries to explain, tapping his fingers on the counter. Your skin feels hot- how dare he mess with the batch you already worked so hard to pipe and fold? If you were to fish out the shells from the trash right now, you would be positive that they werenât even that empty. You grab one of the tools from near the sink, going to inspect his red ones.Â
His attempt to make himself look human is shattered when you notice that none of his, are in fact, hollow like how he presumes they were.Â
âYou didnât even check yours!â You exclaim, feeling targeted.Â
He rolls his eyes. âIt doesnât even matter whoâs batch it was- why do you care so much that I was trying to help you out because you were late today?âÂ
That- that was your reason. Lee Heeseung once again spelt trouble, by meddling in your macarons when you couldâve so easily examined them yourself. He turns around to start washing the utensils in the sink, as you stand there and seethe. Blame it on the sleep, or on the stress of rushing out this morning, but all of it makes you walk out of the building, feeling the hot tears fill your waterline before they spill and cascade down your skin.Â
You worked so hard to make them- and even if they werenât perfect, even if what he had to say was right, you just wished you couldâve seen it for yourself. You havenât worked there much prior to the summer, and macarons have always been something youâve wanted to nail, so to see Heeseung set the standard according to his own feelings and just throw out the ones you wanted to see- well, it hurts. Itâs a jab at your pride, at all the effort youâve put into learning and watching videos, sacrificing sleep to listen to people croak advice after advice on one of the greatest baking feats. It hurts to see once again that youâve failed to be like Heeseung, and that he took matters into his own hands by assessing your tray for you
Fishing out your phone, you look for one contact to offer comfort. âGrandma?â You ask, sinking down to rest your head on your knees without sitting on the cement. Youâre next to your car, not wanting to go through the efforts of finding your keys.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â She asks immediately after hearing your sniffle, and you tell her. You tell her about how your shells were uneven, and how you worked so hard for them, and how Heeseung threw them away before you could even see for yourself. She understands your pain, and tells you that no one can perfect something as difficult as macarons- and that during spring break, she had seen Heeseung go through the same thing. It helps, just a little, to know that he started from the same place as you, too. You calm down with her further reassurance, and wipe your puffy eyes before coming back in. Youâre afraid the patrons will notice somethingâs up, and ignore Heeseungâs worried looks to pat cold water onto your eyelids in hopes of helping them look less red.
He sees all of it- Heeseung Isn't stupid, he knows what heâs done, but he canât get himself to apologize. And as you knew, he went through the same heartbreaking process, and in his thorough reassessment of the situation, he doesnât know why he didnât see it from your perspective until you stormed out.Â
âI'm sorry,â he writes on the bag of lemon curd he made for your macarons. But it does little to salvage your disposition for today. You ignore him, never asking for any help, or any opinion even in the times you usually would. Itâs quiet throughout the whole day, like a gray cloud has dampened the colors in the sky, and you clock out at exactly the right time after everything is done, put away, and cleaned. you refuse to leave a mess for Heeseung to point out, but you leave feeling angry, sad, but mostly, disappointed.Â
The next day, you arrive at the bakery to find Heeseung sipping from a dangerously large cup of instant boba and taro milk. His eyes dart up to witness all of your struggling glory carrying a shipment that came to the house instead of the shop. In a hurry, he grabs a few boxes from the top and sets them down on the counter, and whatever you were carrying follows suit. He treats you as if you didnât fight, as if you two arenât filling the room with tension the more you steal glances at each other. He grabs his drink, one that heâs prepared 15 minutes ago, and finishes almost another quarter of it in one long sip.
You want to tease him for how much taro heâs had when itâs barely 8 oâclock, but itâs not the right time. Days like this are always slow, only dragged out longer by the silence and lack of tasks. The awkward silence between you two fuels him to grab scissors and start opening the boxes.Â
âI thought your grandma mightâve told you I could handle it.â Heeseung comments, refilling the crushed water and oreo toppings. âI was checking the delivery updates pretty often.â
âNot often enough,â you snap. You fight back a glare, and proceed to open up your own box of extracts. âIâm her granddaughter. Maybe you should go enjoy summer with your friends. Donât you have a beach trip to thirst trap at or something?â Itâs meant to be an insult, but Heeseung quietly chuckles, finding it a little funny.Â
âYes, we are having a beach trip soon. But i already told your grandma Iâll work in the morning before your aunt comes to take over.â You frown, wondering why your grandma never reaches out to you and asks you to help.
With emphasis on the syllables in his name, you fire back, âLetâs be clear, Heeseung, she wants my help much more than she needs yours.â He glares, stirring a cup with his eyebrows furrowed and lips curled down in distaste.Â
âIâm sure thatâs why she was so enthusiastic about coming over to our house and talking to me.â Itâs your turn to scowl, and youâre afraid Heeseungâs comments will only take years off your life and produce wrinkles on your face much quicker.Â
âFunnily enough, I heard she didnât want you working there at all.â You cross your arms to look at him as a way to further your point.Â
He responds defensively. âYeah. as if.â Even the way Heeseung rolls his eyes at you is annoying. âShe just wants me around more than you.âÂ
You canât feel offended, especially when his tone is so light. It probably isnât even true- how much your grandmother prefers Lee Heeseung over you, just like anyone else. The feeling burns you and you shrink away from the heat of the sudden fire accompanied by the implications of his words. Heeseung catches on to the sudden shift in your demeanor.Â
âHey, I didnât mean that.â He tries to apologize, watching you carefully.
The flames leave you angry with his response, feeling once again belittled by him. âBullshit. Are you glad youâre the favorite for every single person you know?âÂ
His eyebrows furrow, feeling the bite of your words, and the mood instantly changes. âThatâs not what I meant, ____.âÂ
You roll your eyes. âOf course thatâs not what you meant, Heeseung. Of course youâre the one whoâs perfect, and Iâm simply the one who misinterprets all of it. Of course you have never had a bad intention ever and you are loved by everyone. Why canât you just go? Do you really have to take one more thing away from me and make it your own?â The years of resentment pile up in the words you throw at him, and the built up wall youâve created finally shows just why you should despise him so much. âOr was it not your intention to do that either?âÂ
Itâs too early, to be honest, to be fighting like this, and youâre definitely saying things that youâre going to regret. But youâre tired of being second to him- tired of never getting the recognition you so badly deserved from those who you actually wanted to hear it from. Youâre tired of never being heard by your teachers, getting grades that swoop right under a certain someoneâs. All on purpose. (right?)
Despite the sudden urge to bicker with you about how you think everything is about you, and how youâve never given him a chance, the boy beside you is observant to how hurt you sound being so vulnerable. Heeseung finds himself trying to rethink the past ten years of shared childhood experiences. Heâs never really thought about what heâs done to deserve such resentment from you, but the more he says silent, the more he realizes that heâs always so graciously soaked up praise from everyone, and because of it, you were always left sulking in his shadow.Â
âIâm sorry.â But itâs more than that.Â
You feel stupid for expecting anything deeper. âIs that all you have to-â
He cuts you off, trying to articulate the words and form reason. âNo, thereâs more. God- let me just think.â You hear how badly he needs to get it out, and you stay quiet, having let all of your anger out already.Â
âIâm sorry for hurting you. Iâm not going to apologize for all of the things Iâve achieved,â he says firmly. âBecause thatâs never how things were for me- I have no reason to feel bad about what I did.â And you can respect him for standing his ground in a situation full of misunderstanding. âI never did it to hurt you, and I never did it to get in your face and show I was better. But Iâm sorry for hurting you unintentionally. Iâm sorry I never realized that those things were just as important to you, and Iâm sorry for always assuming the worst when weâd talk. Iâm sorry I never apologized, and held all of this against you, and made this thing between us worse than it was supposed to be. And, Iâm sorry, too, about the macarons. That was stupid. I really shouldâve known.â
You feel overwhelmed, your mind trying to undo the years of built up feelings towards him under the assumption that he meant to do those things. âI thought you did it because you genuinely didnât want to see me happy. Like that time you did the extra credit in biology just so you could score better than me.â You breathe, words coming out without really realizing what youâre saying. âOr like that time in first grade where you spilled your applesauce on me, and never apologized. I kept thinking, what the fuck did I do to deserve it? What had I done to make you feel like we had to compete?â Your open ended questions continue to resonate within your co-workerâs mind, and the more you ramble, the more he sees just how twisted he looks.Â
âIn first grade, that was because the boys said Iâd get cooties if I went to talk to you. Believe me, ____, I tried. But every single time I try to fix things between us, you never let me, I swear.âÂ
Itâs your turn to be confused, swearing that you never saw him apologize. âWhen have you ever tried to be nice to me?âÂ
âI tried to let stuff go. Like all the little things weâd say about each other- I tried to understand why you were always so unhappy around me. But you always said I was meddling in your business or that I just wanted to find another way to get under your skin.âÂ
It settles, then, the realization that youâve turned him into the villain a bit more than you shouldâve. You know thereâs always been mutual dislike- there are certain times where you know Heeseung had it out for you, with his sneers, his comments or the way heâd smile at your defeat- but you werenât a saint either. There were other times that maybe, he wasnât out to get you, but you were always so consumed with the idea of hating Lee Heeseung that you hated the idea of him being a decent person, too.Â
âIâm sorry,â You say, leaving your emotions to witness. âI really shouldâve paid attention to your genuine efforts back then, too.â
And youâre not the only one whoâs at a loss for words this time. Heeseung is in uncharted territory, unsure of how to process the way youâre apologizing, and being so open. And heâs antagonized you too; made you out to be a mood killer and party pooper in every event imaginable, despising the idea of being around you because you two always disagree somehow.Â
âBut, why do you do it? Why do you come here if itâs really anything personal?âÂ
He answers in the only way he sees fit. âI want to help her out, sheâs always cooked for our family, sheâs let me come over a few times, just little things for my family and I. I never meant to take your grandma away from you like that, I promise. Sheâs just so kind, and she cares so much about me, so of course I want to care for her, too. I just didnât think itâd be at the expense of you.â
Despite still feeling hurt, you nod, trying to be mature and talking about it rather than burying it deep. âAll I hear about is how she wants you to come, and how she never needs my help anymore because she has you already volunteering. Itâs like I barely mean anything to her.â Your words sting for Heeseung, but not because thereâs any anger directed at him. Heeseung feels a pang of relatability in his chest, the inability to ever be enough for those around you gnawing away at your self-esteem.Â
He shakes his head, begging you silently to understand. âShe doesnât want you to work so hard.â He starts, running a hand through his hair. âShe tells me about how sheâs worried if youâre eating, or if youâre stressed. Sheâs watched you through-out your whole life, ____. All sheâs ever wanted was for you to finally enjoy the summer you worked so hard for.â
âI just wish it felt that way.â You admit.
To hear such high praise from his lips feels foreign- the idea of Lee Heeseung noticing how hard youâve worked, realizing the amount of effort youâve put into your standing and accomplishments, itâs weird. You know he understands completely how stressful itâs all been, considering he was stuck to your side the whole time in highschool whether you liked it or not. Lee Heeseung has worked hard, if not harder, than you, and for him to be able to admit that is so much different than what your perception of him would think. Itâs awkward to meet his gaze, and his small smile eases the tension a little when you laugh at his attempt to soothe things out.Â
âI feel dumb, for thinking so horribly of you. I honestly never thought you looked at me like I was an equal, just someone you could surpass.â He shakes his head, about to reach out and grab your wrist before he realizes just how intimate it would be.Â
âYouâre not dumb, _____. You never have been. Iâve always looked up to you.âÂ
There are knots in your chest- the ones that make it feel as tight and hard to breathe as you do right now- that slowly become untangled the more he speaks of you. His words undo them, little by little, and even if it takes a long time to fix the rift between you two, at least you know you have help.Â
Internally, your heart begs you to ask. âWhy do you even care?âÂ
He pauses, mulling over his words, and looking for a proper response. âI donât know.â He sighs. âI just want to, weâve been around each other since we were kids, and if there was someone who Iâd hope to have by my side, whether or not weâre close, it was you.âÂ
Your breath hitches at his confession, and your mind runs in a hundred different directions, without ever expecting those words to tumble from his lips. You promise yourself to do things differently from now on, not trusting your words to continue the conversation.Â
âWe should finish unpacking.â And the rest is that.Â
When you two leave to go home, the old tension feels different- lighter, almost. As much as you know he would do things to get on your nerves, never understanding just why you were so negative and brooding around him, your perception of him wasnât the best, either. And still, you may be a bit mad at him, and not exactly friendly, but at least youâve both let go of the unspoken baggage. Â
When you sit in the passenger seat, youâre less inclined to turn away and face the window, and make small talk with the radio on.Â
Things arenât perfect- the years of hurt heâs done to you doesnât dissipate in a day, but itâs getting better, and you can only hope it continues that way.Â
A week passes between the two of you, and time flows easier now that you two talked things out. You donât dread going to work, and you didnât refuse when he offered to buy food on the way home a few days ago. Sure, some topics between you two are sore, and youâre not best of friends, but itâs light years ahead of what it was like before.Â
You can never truly get rid of the banter between you two- there are clever insults youâve crafted in your head that you love to see his reaction to, and youâre just the right person for Heeseung to bicker with.Â
âDo you ever stop drinking that soy milk?â Your coworker asks. You nurse your cup, keeping it close as you rush to defend your end of shift drink. âYouâre like, a baby.â
âItâs lactose free. And a very good basic drink.â You explain, frowning at yet another large cup of taro tea he holds in his hands. âYour drink probably tastes like nothing.âÂ
He holds it out, and you raise an eyebrow. âJust use the same straw,â he insists. You truly donât mind, but itâs so weird now to know that Heeseung, like, your friend. But you take a sip anyways, cringing at how your suspicions were right- Thereâs barely a hint of sweetness in there.Â
âDonât make that face!â He comments when you grimace, and also feels the need to protect his opinion on 15% sweet options.Â
âAnyways,â you change the subject, determined to get him to see your sweet tooth ways. âHelp me make some creme brĂťlĂŠe for my grandma. Iâve never tried.â And he sets his cup down, and for the first time possibly, Heeseung joins you to do something.Â
âIt should be easy, right?â He says, and with a look of determination, you set off.Â
âHeat the cream.â You tell him, reading the instructions from your phone.Â
He retorts lightly, âSo rude.â and you turn around to scoff, all in good fun.Â
âYouâre insufferable.â And he tilts his head, offering you a small pouty smile when he turns on the stove.Â
The mood feels so much less stuffy than it did before when he says, âMust suck to always hate me like how you do.âÂ
âI have an egg yolk in my hand that iâm willing to throw at you.â He chuckles, and peers over at your bowl.Â
âYouâre pretty good at that.â He notes, and you fight the urge to beam at his compliment for your yolk-separation skills. After heâs poured in enough cream, he grabs the sugar and a measuring spoon, fishing your phone out from beside you and reading the measurements.Â
He adds so much less than what the recipe says, and you only know this because when you glance over, the scale reads a number much lower than 65 grams.Â
âHeeseung,â You call out, in a playfully stern manner, and the boy in question turns around like heâs been caught. âBring back the sugar.âÂ
âWeâve run out.â He says, the lie appearing as a wide smile on his face. Unconvinced, you walk over, and in turn, he holds the jar up out of your reach. You refuse to reach for it, knowing that the boy in front of you is much taller, but also that you donât want to break the glass with some horseplay.
Your voice goes from demanding to reasoning. âGive it back. God, I canât stand you and all of your low sugar preferences. The sugar is literally needed for the texture!â He simply shakes his head, walking over to add just one more unmeasured spoonful. âYou didnât even weigh it.âÂ
Heeseung mocks you- a high-pitched and garbled version that follows the intonation of your words, and you let out a surprised scoff at his immaturity. Getting a whisk, you make sure the newly added sugar is fully dissolved. He returns with the pot of cream that bubbles slowly, with an oven mitt around the hot handle. Without a look in your direction, Heeseung holds out his arm between you and the heated cream, and it really doesnât do much- but yet, at the same time, it does. Itâs something he does subconsciously; and something you do your best not to pay attention to in order to properly reach for the whisk.
He slaps your hand away lightly, and you mumble an âow!â in response. âDonât touch that. Let me whisk it. Itâs hot.â He reprimands gently.
Yeah, youâre still doing your best not to pay attention to it.Â
When the mixture transforms from a deep yellow to a pale banana color, he leans down and checks the side of the bowl for any egg and sugar heâs missed. âHere,â you reach out. âLet me get the pot.â Heeseung glances up, and shakes his head quickly.
âNo itâs okay-â and it happens quickly, the hand that was whisking leaves to swat your hand away, but it instead makes contact with the rim of the metal appliance when he doesnât pay attention to where his hand is placed. Although Heeseung only hisses quietly at the pain, you immediately feel bad.Â
âJust give it to me,â you demand, and pry the pot out of his hand to let him nurse his wound, leaving it in the sink and quickly going to the medicine cabinet for burn relief cream- the same one you used a few weeks ago. After you grab it, you return to him, reaching out your hand and waiting for him to show you the puffy red skin.Â
He slowly puts his hand on your palm, and you twist around his finger to apply the ointment, doing your best to spread it without pressing too hard.Â
âThank you.âÂ
You glare. âDonât hold hot things if youâre not fully attending to them.â And he puts his hands up in surrender, taking a step back.Â
âIâll be preparing your ramekins, boss.â The nickname has a nice ring to it.Â
When itâs done, the creme brĂťlĂŠe comes out with a slight wobble in the middle, indicating a well-cooked perfection. âGrab the blowtorch!â You shove him into the direction of where it is, and he complies. You sprinkle sugar over five of the six dishes, using a spoon to shape the sugar in the last dish into a heart since you thought it looks cute.Â
Heeseung comes back from your right, leaning over to watch you intently. âA heart? You make it seem like youâre in love, or something.â He jokes, evading a jab with your right elbow.Â
âShut up.âÂ
âYou shut up.â
âYou argue like a-â youâre about to finish your sentence with âchild,â but when you turn your head (in hopes that saying it directly would add more emphasis), youâre face to face with Heeseung, with a proximity between you two thatâs far less than expected.Â
He takes a quick step away, and you glance somewhere else with a nervousness in your eye.Â
Neither of you say anything, not really sure if you should apologize or if he should, and you return to your current task, a small churning turning in your stomach. You take a step back to let him caramelize the sugar, and he holds the blowtorch with his non-burned hand.Â
Itâs good, is the only thing you think when you crack the sugar and scoop a bit, admiring the texture. When you and Heeseung finished one each, you begin to clean up and wash the equipment you used.Â
âItâs late, _____. Iâll take you home.â He states the obvious, and for what?
âHow else am I supposed to get back?â You laugh, and in response, he shrugs.Â
âJust a reminder as to which one of us is so graciously kind to drive you too and from the bakery almost everyday.â
âIf I had a choice, I couldâve easily taken my own car. You know my grandma needs it for her errands. Like her Wednesday bingo night, or whatever.â He chuckles, holding the door open and unlocking the car.Â
Being in the same space as Lee Heeseung isnât as excruciating as how it used to be- and now, itâs just an opportunity for you to finally ask your burning questions.Â
âHeeseung, Iâm just curious. How did you even meet my grandma?âÂ
He furrows his eyebrows. âI think it was the mailbox,â he starts, trying to remember. âShe dropped her mail, and it blew out into the street, so I went to get it for her. And on the walk back, she just started asking me questions. Apparently she and my mom were closer than I thought.â
âAnd thatâs how you started working?âÂ
âFirst, it was community service. Just using the cash register- since weâre cashless, itâs nothing illegal to have me manage orders.â
âAnd she just thought you were an angel from the get-go, or something?âÂ
âWho doesnât?â And you glare, mocking him like what he did to you earlier. Heeseungâs lips curl into a grin at your antics, never taking it to heart.Â
âMe, obviously.â And itâs a half-lie, because secretly, Heeseung isnât so bad.Â
âWell,â he starts, motioning. âI donât think thereâs anything I do or could do that youâd like.âÂ
You splutter, âThatâs not true!â And he raises an eyebrow at your indignant words.Â
âName one thing that you like about me.âÂ
âNo!â You refuse, crossing your arms. âYou already have a large enough ego from the teachers.âÂ
Heeseung rolls his eyes at you, tapping his hands tapping on the wheel impatiently. âThatâs lame, ____. Youâre just further proving my point.âÂ
With a sigh, you tell him, âI like how you helped us win in Taboo.â And he gives you a look.Â
âCop-out.âÂ
âWhat-? No!â Emptying your brain, you try to find something you truly like about the boy who makes life a living hell- or, well, used to (he still kind of does). âOkay, fine. I like that you care about my grandma.âÂ
Heeseung stays kind of quiet, not really sure what to do now that youâre once again being sincere. âWell, sheâs like- the only person who doesnât expect something from me.âÂ
Confusion floods your thoughts. âWhat do you mean?â
âIâm grateful for everyone in my life,â He prefaces. âBut itâs no fun having to always work for peopleâs approval, sometimes, I wish that someone could just appreciate me for me, and thatâs how your grandma is. No expectations with her. Sheâs just happy Iâm still around- which, I know, is bare minimum, but at least I donât have to try so hard for her to like me.â The light turns green, and the car rumbles as he slowly accelerates.
You mull over his confession. âDo I expect something from you then, too?â
âYou expect me to perform well, because I always have- and therefore, I have to do well, or else youâll just rub it in my face.â He states plainly, and you grimace for the second time today.Â
âSorry, I wonât do that anymore.â Heeseung waves you off.Â
âItâs no big deal- plus, you werenât the only one who thought Iâd do well all the time. Itâs something everyone thought of me. If anything, you were the one who just motivated me to always work harder.âÂ
âBut isnât that a good thing? To be the best?âÂ
He shakes his head and when you take a good look at him, Heeseung has a glassy look in his eye. âSometimes, yes. A lot of the time, no. I just want to do well without anyone forcing that on to me. I donât want the expectation to be perfect, because then, itâs so much easier for me to stumble.â You donât realize just how much weight Heeseung carries on his back from the words of his peers and his family. And to you, he resembles a diamond; perfect, but from pressure.Â
âWell, from now on, I wonât expect it from you. And if I do better, then I wonât rub it in your face. So thatâll make two people you wonât have to worry about.â The response he gives you is non-verbal, but his change in expression is first laced with surprise, and then silent appreciation.
âThanks,â he says, once again at a loss for words. âI appreciate it.âÂ
You send Heeseung a smile, understanding how it feels to always have to do good. You can only hope that he gets his break from the pressure before he burns out.Â
âOh, I should tell you now. I canât make it next Friday. I have plans, and Iâd figure Iâd let you know now so you could find someone to replace me.â He announces. When he looks over to see your response, you nod in understanding.
âWhat are you doing?âÂ
âGrad party.â Heeseung says plainly. âItâs Jakeâs, so if Iâm hungover, Iâll try to let you know if Iâll be good by morning.âÂ
âSo considerate.â You comment, albeit a bit teasing. He scoffs, making the final turn before reaching your house. âTo be expected from someone like you.â
âSomeone like me?â He questions. âAnd what kind of person am I?â
âSomeone whoâs going to have to work alone for the next two weeks if he doesnât shut up.â He laughs, his eyes scrunching up as unlocks the car. âThanks for the ride.âÂ
âOf course, ____.â
A few days go by, but one morning, you walk outside to see Heeseung parked in his car, scrolling on his phone- and it takes you walking up to him to roll the window down.Â
âYou didnât even text me you were coming,â you start, pouting slightly.Â
Heeseung pats the passenger side. âJust- get in, will you?â And you comply, never one to refuse a free trip to work.Â
âSo why today?â You ask, fiddling with your fingers and bag. âYou usually never pick me up on Thursdays.â
âSince itâs your grandmaâs birthday and all, I figured I could just pick you up, and drop you off. She called me yesterday asking to come over, and invite my parents, too. And they couldnât come because of a work trip, but I promised her.âÂ
You stay silent. âFuck, thatâs today?â And Heeseung laughs- not at you, just at the situation.Â
He nods, eyes still glued to the road. âHave you decided what you want to get her?â
âFlowers, definitely. Probably these treats sheâs been thinking about getting from the store. I have this really nice collection of kitchen appliances that I know sheâll like.â And youâre rambling, but Heeseung makes no effort to stop you. âShe loves to peel stuff by hand, but I was trying this thing out in the store and it actually works perfectly. Here, Iâll pull it up.â And he takes a quick look at the overpriced appliance, realizing that you also care immensely, but in different ways. âI still need to get her stuff, though- Iâm not sure how Iâm supposed to get to the flower shop if they close when we close.â And it leaves you dejected, since you know what flowers are her favorite, and how happy sheâd be if she saw them on the table for a while.Â
âWeâll figure it out,â Heeseung promises, and you nod, believing his words.Â
You close a bit earlier than usual, and Heeseung writes on a small sticky note for patrons to come tomorrow. The bakery closes at 8:00 PM everyday, and usually 30 minutes canât hurt- or at least, you hope it doesnât.Â
When you continue to anxiously check the clock, he comes to your side, rubbing your shoulder and telling you that â30 minutes is plenty of time.âÂ
âWe have to walk there though, and clean up. Thereâs virtually no parking there ever since that other place opened up nearby.â And he curses, not taking something like that into consideration. While you might be ending earlier, you canât just leave anything out in fear that someoneâs going to try and break in, but you also donât have nearly enough time to properly wash the dishes and wipe down the tables and counters. Instead, you both opt for putting away the large equipment and the food, turning off the lights so anyone who looks in gets the impression itâs closed with the lack of displays or people around. Then, you two can come back to finish organizing and preparing for tomorrow.Â
His reassurance is easy to listen to, and Heeseungâs ability to figure out a plan is comforting in and of itself. Youâre grateful heâs even willing to come with.Â
âYou can just wait in the car, really-âÂ
Heeseung looks at you like youâre mad. âWe talked about this,â he pressed. âItâs dangerous to go out alone. I have nothing to do in the car anyways.â
Finally, you shut off the lights and start dragging Heeseungâs arm, whoâs still taking the key out of the lock as heâs being taken away by your impatience. Setting off in a brisk walk, you continue to check your phone, trying to beat time. Heeseung promises you once more that itâll be okay, and you ask him what he got for your grandma to change the conversation. You both know her well, and your gifts reflect what qualities you care for most. You realize that Heeseung always keeps others in the back of his mind- like his thoughtful gift to Sunoo, with a handwritten card that Sunoo read a bit of to you guys before Heeseung stopped the further embarrassment. You didnât realize it then, but the people in his life feel wanted all the time because he has the love to give them.Â
You get there barely five minutes before 8:00 PM, and the discontent that washes over the shop ownerâs face is apparent. âWeâre closed,â she says, and you canât imagine itâs easy to stay by yourself in a room so stuffy and full of pollen. You walk up to her with Heeseung following behind you, observing the way you practically beg for her to let you find some flowers. You promise you wonât take long, and she sighs, unraveling some of the wrapping paper she knows youâll want.Â
There arenât many left now that the day is over- and you wonder what kind of people frequent the flower shops. Is it apologetic husbands trying to win over their disappointed wives? Is it children buying flowers for their parents and elders? Or is it people like you and Heeseung, who want to gift it to someone they care about?
âCan you trim the thorns?â And she shakes her head, continuing to ring your bouquet up. You feel horrible, understanding exactly how it feels when someone at the bakery asks for something so grandiose near closing, when your social battery has depleted and you donât have any more smiles to give. And you know this, but youâre willing to go above and beyond if the shop owner is okay with it. The effort sheâs put in already to cut the papers and ribbons to accentuate the flowers is already plenty, but itâs your grandma, and you make sure to come back to support her generously again.Â
âPlease,â you exhale, desperation and anger mixing in your tone. âIâll pay extra.â With that, the shop owner sighs, taking your forty dollars and looking up as she opens the cash register. âJust keep it.â You say, in apology for earlier. She doesnât decline the offer, and slides the crumpled bill into the slot with the rest of them, and ties a purple ribbon around the bouquet.Â
You almost forget that he watches the whole ordeal, until the owner of the flower shop mutters a âcouples these daysâ under her breath, and your eyes widen.
With profuse thanks, you grab the neatly wrapped flowers and leave, but the moment you turn the corner, you gawk. âDid you hear what she said?â
âThat weâre a couple?â Heeseung brushes it off like itâs nothing. âYeah. But- what kind of boyfriend would I be if I wasnât the one paying for them?âÂ
Heeseung paying for flowers to give to you- itâs a thought that leaves you quiet as your feet follow the same steps you took to get there. Of course he would- and you wonder if youâd ever want to be on the receiving end of it from him- or, actually, anyone for that matter. Youâre not sure your mind automatically wants such a sweet gesture from Lee Heeseung himself.
âThank you for coming, again.âÂ
âQuit worrying about bothering me,â and itâs like he can read your mind. âBelieve it or not, I donât mind being around you.â His sarcastic comment still holds that undercurrent of honesty, and itâs like he knows just what you need to hear.Â
The walk back is much less stressful than the walk to. It falls back to that simple dynamic between two people who have begun to tolerate each other, full of little insults, hits to the side, and laughing. You finally make it back, and the sun paints the sky with swirling blue and pink. The sunset illuminates Heeseungâs side profile as he unlocks the door again, and when you finally pay attention to his jawline, or the gentle purse of his lips in concentration, you come to the conclusion that Heeseung is more than easy on the eyes.Â
And as you two clean up, the flowers sit in the passenger seat; a symbol of care for your grandmother, and Lee Heeseungâs time well spent with you.
The trips with leftovers become more frequent, and his parents always remember who you are every time you come bearing gifts. â____!â They exclaim, returning the old tupperware with more dishes on top. It feels like at this point, your grandma cooks for them, and they cook for her just as much.Â
âGo bother Heeseung, wonât you? We have dinner in a moment, but heâs been so busy with his work.â You smile at her, curious as to what he even has to do now that schoolâs over. âItâs the room to your left when you go up.âÂ
You knock on his door and he yells in response, telling you to come in. Under the assumption that itâs his family, Heeseung goes wide-eyed when he notices itâs you in his messy room with his pajamas and old t-shirts strewn here and there.Â
âI did not expect it to be you,â he mumbles, quickly getting out of his chair to fix his covers and pick up a sock. A laugh bubbles from your throat with the way heâs scrambling to make things presentable right before you.Â
âDonât worry. I donât think Iâll be staying long anyways. Your mom told me to drag you downstairs because you were too invested in your work.â He looks sheepish as he mumbles a quick apology, and after the quick tidying, he shuts his laptop and organizes his desk. âWhat do you even have to do anyways?âÂ
âIâm just making music- I started this internship with an entertainment company where they let me shadow a producer and offer input on some unreleased songs for their artists- so Iâm just looking at the tracks and making demos.âÂ
âThey let you do that? I figured shadowing wasnât possible for a company so big.â He nods, a smile dusting his features, and you can tell he takes pride in what heâs accomplished.
Youâre about to ask more, but a call of your names from downstairs leaves you two quickly walking down.Â
âHave dinner with us!â His dad tells you, and you want to tell him you already ate a bit, but the noodles look delicious, and you agree to only eat a little bit. You glance over at Heeseung, but he offers a small smile as he pulls out a chair for you.Â
And so it begins again, but just without your grandmother.Â
â____, what are you planning to do in the future?â Heeseungâs dad starts.Â
âIâm planning to study Biology in the fall at uni.â You start. âI had an internship last summer before senior year, and I really learned a lot from it, so I knew what I wanted to do by the time I applied for schools.â His mother praises you, as all Asian mothers do, and you can see why Heeseung is so kind-hearted by the way his parents speak to you.Â
The conversation naturally switches from your plans to Heeseungâs, as they talk about his pursuit in music production.Â
âIâm sure heâs doing a good job, Iâm always in classes with him, and thereâs nothing you need to worry about.â
His mother continues, however. âI mean, thereâs always ways kids can get ahead. I always tell him to apply for things early, and he couldâve gotten more scholarships and finished his internship last summer if he wasnât so behind. But heâs doing it now, so there's nothing we can say about it.â Her words rub you the wrong way immensely. While your own parents were never the most involved in your high school academics and were supportive of any career path you chose, they never placed an expectation on you to do the best and overachieve. But you get the sense that for Heeseung, no matter how supportive they were, it was never really good enough. Itâs torturous.
But, you donât really know how to respond, humming to ease the growing silence instead. âThatâs always true, but I know a lot of people look up to him, including me. Heâs doing great regardless of when he does it.â No matter how gently you put it, you know itâs in total opposition to how they think and feel when it comes to their own son, but you can only hope that it helps ease the tension.
The rest of dinner goes smoothly, with the discussion of your summer and how things have been with friends, parties, and planned trips. You finish their food quickly, complimenting Heeseungâs motherâs cooking once again and watching her face light up.Â
âYou should head home, we donât want your grandma to be too worried.â His dad starts, and you agree, quick to grab your bag. Heeseung takes the containers from your hand and starts putting on his sandals. âIâll walk you home.â Despite your refusal to let him carry your things, he insists, and you miss the way his mom stares fondly at you two from the kitchen island.Â
The warm summer air gives you the illusion that itâs not so late, and with the way light still peaks from the horizon, you feel less tired the later the summer nights get.Â
The boy next to you speaks up first. âDid you mean it?â You sneak a glance at his relaxed posture, a hand in his sweatpants and bangs on his forehead.Â
âWhat part?âÂ
âAny part.âÂ
You nod, feeling almost incredulous that he thought youâd make up something like that after you two agreed to be on good terms.
âOf course, Hee- I wouldnât lie about that stuff, especially not to your parents.âÂ
âIâm sorry about them, by the way.â He reaches up to run a hand through his hair. âThey have high expectations sometimes, Iâm sorry if itâs uncomfortable to hear them talk about me like that so openly.â The first instinct you have is to reach for his shoulder, making eye contact with him and offering a semblance of comfort before you walk across the street.Â
âNo, you donât need to apologize for stuff like that. Iâm sorry your parents hold you to those kinds of expectations.âÂ
âItâs okay, Iâm used to it.âÂ
âBut the problem is, you shouldnât have to be used to it. Youâve genuinely done so much and you deserve some recognition rather than someone always telling you to do better.â
It goes quiet, but you donât choose to bring anything else up, enjoying the crickets chirping and the gentle breeze that carries you home.Â
You stop outside your door and unlock it, inviting him in to say hi to your grandmother.
âThank you,â you tell him as heâs leaving. âFor walking me home.âÂ
Heeseung simply shakes his head. âIt was nothing, really. Thank you for seeing my parents again and whatnot.â He smiles, waving at you before walking back, and a grin makes its way onto your face before you even notice it.Â
Your phone dings at an hour earlier than you expected to get up, and it leaves you in an annoyed mood while you turn off your alarms.
hee: dude you HAVE to come in we just got a huge order for triple chocolate cake they said theyâd pay extra if we finished by today
y/n: help wtf r u doing at the bakeryÂ
hee: i was making brownies i asked ur grandma this morning if i could
y/n: what forâŚ
hee: because i had a craving ??? what else..
y/n: oh LOL ok ill be there in 30
Originally, you and Heeseung were going to have the day off, and your aunt and grandma were going to work instead- but the tempting offer from Heeseung leaves you explaining why you have to come in for work, and that they should stay at home. You say anything that comes to mind, but they know you wouldnât let them come with the way you were dressed and already grabbing your shoes and keys.
When you finally rush to the doors, you see Heeseung cutting into the chocolate treats, and when you two make eye contact, he shoves the piece in his mouth and nods.Â
âGross.â You comment, laughing.Â
He says something intangible, and you shake your head, putting on your apron.
The amount of work you two have put in is simply criminal to be fake, and the day off you have is getting darker the longer you two stay.
You voice your concerns. âDo you think theyâre lying about the tip?What they told you seems like much.âÂ
Heeseung shrugs, and sprinkles sea salt over the piece he picks up. âIâd hope itâs true. They seemed pretty desperate. I called them back today telling them their order would be done soon, so if they show up and pay more, thatâd be great.âÂ
âIâm glad youâre so optimistic.â You laugh.Â
âI have to be, because youâre definitely not.â Heeseung laughs when he sees the scowl on your face.Â
âOh yeah? I think Iâm at least a little better than the time you spilled the tapioca pearls and then talked about how everyone had it out for you that day.â He rolls his eyes.Â
âBetween the two of us, Iâll always hear you saying âfuck, i dropped the spoonâ more.â His teasing has you smiling.Â
âFocus on your lettering. Or do you need someone to hold your hand and help you?â You lean over to look at him spelling CONGRATS with brown icing. âYou messed up.â Nitpicking, you point out a random loop and make fun of him for it despite it not looking bad at all.Â
âI did not!â He huffs defensively. âI want to see you try.â He passes you the bag, and you get a piece of plastic wrap on the counter before starting.Â
âLee Heeseung sucks.â He reads. âDid you seriously write that?â You laugh at how offended he is, and the boy next to you is quick to pull the bag from your hand to start piping. halfway through the word âhate,â you elbow his side, and it causes his letter âtâ to be dragged too far.
âHey!â He runs over, smearing a bit of icing on your forehead before you duck and try to avoid all his other attacks. The laughs bubble from your stomach, the adrenaline causing you two to chase each other around the kitchen. Youâre not even sure what Heeseung would do if he catches you, but you donât want to find out.Â
âI think we should package those cakes!â You remind him, albeit as a distraction. He sighs, crossing his arms in defeat before agreeing and heading back over. You narrowly avoid his glare, a wide smile on your face as you hum in victory. Itâs a bit past closing, and he makes sure to flip the sign, still keeping the light on.Â
The customer rings the phone, telling Heeseung that sheâll be there in a few minutes. By the time youâve boxed all three cakes and cleaned up any edges, she walks in. You ring her up at the counter, and she pulls out her largest bills, telling you to take the change as a gift. You two both thank her immensely, making sure she can carry the cakes out to her car before closing for the night.Â
When Heeseung enters through the front door, immediately you start cheering. âWe just got paid tonight, Hee!âÂ
The boy grins, subtracting the total from the amount she gave, and itâs clear that she was being serious when she said she would pay extra. âI think this calls for celebration.âÂ
You donât really have an excuse to see him outside of work, and the idea of being alone in a non-bakery setting feels scarily new.Â
And youâre about to make up an excuse about how you have to be home (you donât), but your stomach makes a low sound, and it serves as an answer in place of your faltering words.Â
âIâm thinking Korean.â
You donât expect to learn something new about Lee Heeseung, until you see him order two bowls of stir fried ramen despite the restaurant serving much more elegant dishes.Â
âRamen?â A glance at the menu has you reading one of the more expensive meals offered. âYou couldâve had- I donât know, their Honey Garlic Short Ribs.âÂ
He scrunches his nose in disapproval as a testament to how much he adores his instant noodles. âItâs just not the same. We barely have noodles at home, since my mom always insists on making it from scratch or boiling them in those big packages. Never just ramen.â You take a sip of your water, surprised.Â
âYou donât have ramen? God, come over more often, Iâll make you some.â You suggest lightheartedly.Â
He glances over, taking you up on the offer. âWoah- me, in your space?â You send him a glare, looking away and ignoring his laughs.Â
The food comes relatively quickly, and he looks over what youâve gotten to judge it. âIt looks good. Let me have some.â He says, reaching over with his wooden chopsticks.Â
You gasp at his suddenness, quick to refuse and to drag your plate away from him as you pick up a short rib and eat it before he can. The meat tastes wonderfully marinated and tender, and you donât realize that the haphazard way you tried to eat it left some sauce on your mouth. Heeseung glances over with a frown, about to comment on how incredibly stingy you are until he notices thereâs red sauce on your chin, and grabs his tissue.Â
âHere.â He says, tapping you on the shoulder. And silently, he wipes it off, to make sure you wonât have to walk around with people seeing and saying anything.Â
âOh- thanks.â Itâs pathetic the way your throat dries up, and how you force yourself to drink your water and move on. You hear about this only in movies- about male leads you turn to burns and wax poetic about how much they love you. You donât expect it to happen so suddenly.
âIs yours any good?â You ask, averting your gaze. His fried eggs and boiled shrimp sit neatly on his stir fried noodles, the presentation better than you could ever make it at home.Â
With a shrug, he replies, âWeâll see.â He tries some, and you see a satisfied grin on his features.Â
âIs ramen really that good, Hee?â His enthusiastic nods tell you all you need to know as you continue eating, your pile of bones growing ever so slowly. You two make small talk, about his recent beach trip, or about you rafting with your friends. He talks of college- about going away and his fears of growing up. You tell him youâre scared to dorm, since youâve been around your family for so long, and you share each otherâs sentiments about the rapidly approaching adulthood youâll both have to face. Itâs nice like this, not to bicker and to argue and to despise him. Itâs nice to just exist around Lee Heeseung, and you wonder why you havenât done something like this before- sitting next to him and being able to talk freely about the interests and questions you share.Â
You guess that it was just the timing- you were both always so stressed from school, unable to properly sit down to sort out your emotions. And yeah- summer is a new slate, and this year feels just a bit more life-changing than the rest of them.Â
âYou eat so slow.â And you shoot him yet another scowl, picking up some rice.Â
âYou ordered ramen and you eat like youâve been starved for three years.âÂ
âWhatever. Iâll cover the bill?âÂ
Narrowing your eyes, you try to remember if you two had discussed anything about payments before. âNo- I thought we were just going to split the bill.â
He doesnât seem to care too much. âIâll pay for you, since I couldnât have done it without you,â refering to all the baking you did today. Â
Exasperated, you refute his horrible reasoning. âI wouldnât have even found out about her order if you werenât there. Just let me split it.â You reach out expectantly, and he retracts the receipt, clutching it close.Â
âJust pay me back sometime for something else,â and itâs the last thing he says before turning on his heel and leaving you with your agape.Â
When you clean up and join him in the car, the first thing you tell him is that heâs âannoying,â and âso stubborn it hurts.âÂ
Heeseung just laughs at you, telling you itâs nothing special- like heâs used to paying for others. And thinking about how many people come in to ask him for his number or hope for a date, your assumption makes sense- that he does these things for everyone, and youâre not an outlier in any way.Â
When the bakery is one chestnut haired boy short, things are much less interesting.Â
âDonât have too much fun without me.â You joke when Heeseung begins to undo his apron.Â
âYou can come,â He offers with a small yet sincere smile on his face. âI asked, you all know each other anyways.â You feel your heart stir with the way Heeseung keeps you in his thoughts.Â
All you do is refuse his offer. âI have to rewatch my rom-coms.â You wave him off, and within minutes, youâre left alone. The quiet music plays and the bell jingles every so often as patrons come for pick-up orders or drinks. Thankfully it was slow for a Friday, and you werenât rushing around the shop.
Thereâs a girl whoâs around your age who walks in, curious as to whoâs taking her order before making eye contact with you emerging from behind the curtain.Â
âWhereâs the boy you usually work with?â She says, getting a list of what her and her friends wanted. âIâve been meaning to ask for his number.âÂ
You canât lie and say youâre indifferent to her question, but nonetheless, you take her order and give her his phone number saved in his contact. âHeâs not dating anyone, so donât worry.â You tell her, handing over the receipt. She smiles, and your heart tightens a little at the thought of Heeseung. One of you two is well-liked, one out of the two of you is perfect in every way, and it wasnât you.Â
Without any of your usual weekly plans with your friends, the drive home was quiet as you figured out what to do for the weekend. You would feel bad every time your grandma had to take a shift despite her recovering quickly, and despite her being excited to work again. When home, you decide to make dinner, change, clean up around the house, and retreat to your old room. The show you were catching up on until the wee hours of night was interrupted, and a familiar contact flashes on the screen.Â
âHeeseung?â You ask, confused. Itâs 12:00 AM.Â
â____-ie.â The line giggles a bit before you hear some shuffling. âMy head hurts.âÂ
Youâre a bit shocked to hear him like this, but youâre not going to hang up on him and leave him confused. âDid you drink too much?â You ask, trying to choose your words carefully.Â
âYeah,â Heeseung responds, sighing. âI lost a bet, _____. And I lost cup pong, too.â He sounds dejected, like a hurt puppy as he elongates his syllables and pauses between thoughts. âI was going to tell you something.âÂ
âThat you canât come in for work tomorrow? You sound out of it, Heeseung.âÂ
He groans, and more shuffling comes from his side. âYeah, but I canât drive, ____-ie.â You cringe at the nickname, but refuse to say anything about it with the way heâs acting now. âNo one else can take me home, and my parents canât know.â He sounds stressed, and youâre quick to reassure him before he starts crying.Â
âWhere are you?âÂ
âYouâll pick me up?â Heeseung asks, his tone filled with elation.Â
âMaybe. Depends on how I feel in the next 10 minutes.âÂ
âIâll cover your shifts anytime, Iâll drive you home, Iâll buy food for you, Iâll sneak you outâŚâ He continues to ramble about all the favors he could do for you, and you laugh before getting out of bed. Â
âYou better mean it.âÂ
âI want to see you.â You know he just wants to go home, you know he doesnât mean anything else with his words. You know he just wants to sober up and go to sleep.Â
You know itâs nothing more between you two, yet your heart still beats wildly with every minute you drive, the words echoing in your head.Â
âI got you water, and some food- I have no idea if you ate or not.â Is the first thing you tell him when he stumbles out of the house and into your car.Â
Heeseungâs one drowsy blink away from falling asleep, and you have to shake him away to make sure he doesnât fall asleep with a hangover. âHee!â You rush to park on a random sidewalk before unbuckling your seatbelt.Â
You brush back his red hair, pushing his curly bangs away and wiping the sweat from his forehead. He slowly blinks, adjusting to the proximity between you two. You shove a water bottle in his hand before getting a tissue to wipe the light sheen off of his skin.Â
âWhat are you doing, hm?â And his voice, rough with exhaustion, has you quiet for a moment as your skin gets hot.Â
Despite your heart thrumming faster, you force yourself to answer simply. âYouâre going to have a hangover.âÂ
He opens his water, drinking almost a third before he leans back. âMy head still hurts.â He whines, and you have to laugh.Â
âHere,â you suggest, opening the tupperware of fried rice. âEat.âÂ
He refuses, continuing to drink from his water, and you donât have it in you to be annoyed at him. Instead, you grab a spoon. âI canât believe Iâm doing this,â You mumble, starting to break up the fried egg and mix it all together.
After the first bite, âItâs good,â He says simply. âIâm glad I got to see you.âÂ
You feel the incessant pounding in your eardrums and your whole face feels hot. âEat, before you throw up.âÂ
âI missed you.â Despite the harmless intention, you canât stand to let Heeseung sweet-talk you, and it almost frustrates you to know thereâs no weight to his words.
You roll your eyes at him and force him to finish his water. âSober up before you get home.âÂ
In the quiet of the night, in the small neighborhood with everyone asleep, no one would know about the loudness of your chest, about how his eyes still hold his twinkle as he gazes tiredly at you, letting him dote on him.Â
You continue to make sure he drinks and eats, and youâre so engrossed in taking care of him that you donât realize how little the distance is between you. Making eye contact with him leaves you stunned into silence, but Heeseung says nothing to dispel whatâs between you two. He reaches up, his palm cupping your jaw, and you swear, past the alcohol, thereâs the faint fresh scent of the ocean, one that you recognize from being around him so often.Â
You hold your breath, keeping the box in your steady as you wait for what heâs about to do next. He stares in silent question, glancing only to your lips and back up. Itâs like time doesnât even pass anymore, like a moment written in eternity when you brush away some of his hair.
You swear youâre about to kiss Lee Heeseung for the first time in your life.Â
Instead, you cough and duck from his intimate stare, and he pulls away. The heat of his thumb still lingers on your cheek, and the way he looks at you doesnât go unnoticed.Â
âYouâre feeling better, right? Iâll drive you home.âÂ
The wind whips against your window and the streets lay bare as you turn into his neighborhood. Itâs all you can do. You canât be in love, not with Heeseung.Â
Heeseung texts you profusely the next day, apologizing before he leaves the house to see you in person. âiâm sorry if anything happened last night, please let me know if I overstepped a boundary,â and despite his words being through text, your mouth feels like itâs dried up, and that you have no idea what to tell him. You send him something vague about driving yourself, nothing that alludes to how your heart raced and skipped a few beats, and how you still think about the gentle way he caresses your jaw.Â
How are you supposed to pretend things were the same? Like you werenât watching him, like his gaze wasnât with care, and his touches were not electric. How could you pretend that you werenât slowly falling for Lee Heeseung?
âDid I,â He starts as he rushes through the door. âDid I do something wrong?âÂ
Shaking your head, you continue to crush up the cookies in their topping container. âI just donât want to bother you with driving me around anymore.âÂ
âBut youâre not a bother.â Heeseung can barely recall what happened yesterday, and he doesnât know what caused your sudden lack of interest with your texts from the morning. âLook, ____-âÂ
In a desperate attempt to push down your unreturned feelings and return things to how they were, you cut him off. âHeeseung, drop it.âÂ
The day stretches for an eternity, and Heeseung knows somethingâs wrong. As one last chance to fix things before he goes, he speaks up. âPlease, what did I do?âÂ
And you want to oh-so desperately tell him that last night, you were about to kiss, that the distance between you two was so finite and the way he looked at you had your stomach churning with butterflies. That somewhere, you realized just how similar you two were- that Lee Heeseung understood hard work, he paid attention to the little things, he related to and comforted you in the times that you felt like you were never enough. And those are just the handful of reasons why. You never knew just how well you truly knew him until you evaluated the years youâve spent together. Some things you pick up subconsciously; like the way he fidgets or nervously smiles when a girl asks for his number, or the way he always looks back at you when he rejects her advances. Itâs weird how quickly the knots that made your relationship so complicated suddenly untangle. Itâs really just this long windy string that connects you and him, and within the miscommunication, itâs gone awry.Â
You and him are in the same vein, and with how much time you spend with each other, itâd be criminal if you didnât slowly fall for the way he sings along the radio or how he started to open your door. He cares, in all of the minuscule tiny ways that make your heart ache so terribly. âNothing, itâsâŚâ Itâs almost sick how your mind immediately wanders to some stupid scenario where you and Heeseung ended whatever was going on between you two, and you admitted feelings to each other. Heeseung drives you around in his car, Heeseung comes to your house with baked goods he made himself, Heeseungâs eyes glitter when you two get good scores on a test, telling you how happy he is. âItâs just nothing.â You tell him, not really sure what to make of your feelings at all. And while your emotions towards the boy are new and fresh, they're so real- it snowballs fast.
âItâs not nothing if somethingâs changed between us.â He reasons, a look in his eye begging you to explain.Â
âIt should be nothing, Heeseung. Weâve never gotten along, so whatâs the difference now?â The words leave a burn on your tongue, and you hate the way Heeseung looks away for a moment before he agrees.Â
âRight.â He says, monotone and lifeless. âWhy bother?âÂ
And youâre angry with yourself for the way you nod, taking your things. You want to scream in his face that youâve begun to tolerate Lee Heeseung, in more ways than one. You donât just tolerate him- you appreciate him, you care for him, you want him to be yours.Â
âOkay- Hee, wait.â You falter in your decisions, your heartstrings pulling you in an enchanting way towards him- against all rational. âIâm sorry.â You canât let a good thing go, you canât risk never talking to him again, simply because you donât know what itâs like to live life without him. You see him in every memory, in every class photo, and you canât bear to be the reason you two stop talking- all because you were too scared to speak your mind.
He turns around, waiting for you to continue, crossing his arms as he proceeds to lean against the counter. If you were honest with yourself, youâd admit that Lee Heeseung is one of the most attractive people youâve met.Â
âDo you mean it?â You ask, feeling foolish. He should be asking you that- after what youâve just told him.
Heeseung takes a step closer, his gaze on the ground as he nears the cash register, slowly closing the distance between you two.
âDo you mean it?â He asks, his voice small. Thereâs still space between you two, and it feels like oceans apart. And you soak up his words for consideration, truly questioning if you did.Â
âNo, Heeseung-â You stare at the blinds, looking around the space only to realize just how secluded you two were- that no one outside of the bakery would know just what loops and hurdles you two had been through to get here. âI could never. I shouldnât have said it.âÂ
âIs it true, then? That we get along, now?â His slow steps finally leave the crunching of his shoes in front of you, and you nod your head. And after he sees your confirmation, he continues. âHow do you feel about me, ____?â
Your surprised gaze meets his, and you see the small smile on his lips, and the almost playful look in his eye indicating that heâs not really hurt anymore.
âI hate you, Lee Heeseung.â You say, emboldened by his teasing. âI hated you for spilling all of that applesauce on me when we were eight, I hate how you get along with everyone, I hate how you act like youâre better than me.â You pause, to think of more, but his hand reaches up to cup your chin, pointing up to make sure youâre looking at him.Â
âI hate all that humming you do at work,â you start, your voice small, feeling shy now that heâs forced to make eye contact (which is extremely attractive and turns your legs into jelly). âOr your piping skills, or how good your macarons taste compared to mine.â
Heeseung is so dangerously close, like how you were just last night. âWhat else?â He goads you on, wanting to hear just how much more you have left.Â
âI hate everything about you,â You barely murmur above a whisper with him being so close to you. âBut Iâd hate it if you didnât return my feelings, either.âÂ
He smiles, finally hearing you admit the very things thatâs been plaguing your relationship with the idea of more.Â
âAnything more to add?âÂ
You scoff, reaching up and tangling your hands in his hair. The last thing that reaches Lee Heeseungâs ears are the words, âYouâre so annoying,â before you crash your lips into his.Â
Your kiss with Heeseung satisfies a longing thatâs lasted for a while- to know what it felt like to be so close to him, to kiss his rosy lips just once. Itâs tantalizing- the way you canât pull away, and the way he doesnât let you with how his hand rests on your lower back to pull you closer. When your hold on his hair loosens slightly, he gingerly lets you lean back. Your forehead comes to rest with his as you open your eyes, letting out a slow breath as you think about the ghost of his kiss on your lips. Heâs hesitant to separate from you completely, and rests his hand on your waist instead.Â
You smile, biting your lip so you donât giggle like an excited girl whoâs just told her friends about a measly interaction with her crush. Your heart feels like a floating balloon, and your lips stretch into a grin, prompting Heeseung to smile at you, too.Â
An idiot. Thatâs what you both look like. But when Lee Heeseung presses a small kiss on your forehead and intertwines your fingers, you couldnât care less.Â
âHeeseung, stop piping heart macarons, itâs embarrassing.â He rolls his eyes at you and adjusts the piping bag with red macaron batter inside.Â
He mimics you childishly, and you want to scoop the lemon curd to plop on his head. âStop piping heart macarons, yeah, okay, so why do I see you eating them?â
âI donât. Iâd never.â Youâre lying, and you both know that, but Heeseung entertains your false narrative a bit more.Â
âIâll have you know, the lady at the law firm a few blocks down came here earlier and ordered some of them.â He retorts. You stick your tongue out at him and continue to mix the drink youâve been preparing.
âWhat does she want them for, hm? I can imagine sheâs in the season of love in July.â He laughs at your childish comment, continuing to pipe out almost identical hearts onto the baking sheet.Â
âMaybe she loves her partner so much and wants to shower them in affection.â He grins, alluding to your relationship. You want to flick him across the forehead, rolling your eyes and walking over after finishing your drink for a to-go order.Â
With an elbow on the counter, you watch him from the side as he diligently fills in the heart outlines. âYouâve always liked my macarons, though.â He reminds you. âRemember? You said it when we k-â
âCan you shut up about that?â You cut him off, feeling embarrassed. âIt was like- a month ago.âÂ
Itâs your exasperation that fuels him to tease you further. âIt was a good kiss, was it n-â
You bump his shoulder, and he messes up one of the macarons, pausing before looking up at you. âHey!â He whines, frowning. âThese are supposed to be for that lawyer, remember?âÂ
You roll your eyes, and you know when Heeseung lies through his teeth. âYeah, yeah,â You mutter, using a clean finger to wipe at the edge to make it look nice once more. You play along with his lie. âAnd we definitely fell in love because of cupid.âÂ
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hi everyone wow it's really been a while and i'm on list 9 already damnnn that's alot and list 10 is like half way complete already... soooo you might notice a change in the set up this time around i liked how it looked on my ao3 list so i added it here as well, i absolutely love this list like i've gone over this list a million times it's filled with alot of fics i was absolutely obsessed with, you know how attached i get to the characters and this list holds quite a few of them too so i hope you enjoy reading them as much as i did and you fall for them too... remember to give lots of love to the authors of these fics they are absolute geniuses and deserve all the respect and love in this world for creating these beautiful fics and sharing it with us so be sure to give them a follow, like and reblog or even leave a little comment i'm 100% percent sure it would mean alot to them đĽşđ¤ also as these fics contain smut no under minors allowed/interact... if you would like to share some of your favourites or just wanna ramble about fics you love send me an ask i love hearing from you guys and happy reading everyone till next time â¨đ¤
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dreamcatchers by @ggukcangetit f a
⏠ DI Jeon didnât need a new partner. Unfortunately, his superiors felt otherwise; especially considering the extremely high-profile murder that had just taken place in the port city. Recent transfer, DI Choi Yuri finds herself confronted with a new cityscape, unfamiliar people, a hostile partner, and a homicide that is certain to bring back unpleasant memories. Â
block party by @minlucent f s a
⏠moving into your new apartment brings back memories of your biggest mistake. neighbours au e2l
a little bit of your heart by @yoongiofmine f s a ft. myg
⏠you had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with min yoongi. you knew you and yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything yoongi couldnât. Will jungkook show you what youâve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten yoongi enough to do something about it?Â
lost stars by @/yoongiofmine f s a
⏠Jungkook was lost. He didnât know who he was anymore, so he decided to leave and find himself. But he wasnât expecting to find you along the way, an island girl who has no idea who he is. Jungkook has a secret. But so do you. idol au s2l
secrets we keep by @/yoongiofmine f s a
⏠Being a camgirl was never your main goal in life, but when the pandemic hit and you lost your job, you were desperate. Now, two years later, the world is back to normal and you are one of the top creators of OnlyChingu; the South Korean version of OnlyFans. A website where idols hide behind anonymous profiles in search of that connection they lost during lockdown. Jungkook was never into this type of stuff. Until he ran into you. He knows youâre his perfect girl, his ideal type. Will he be able to put his own insecurities aside when chasing you? Or will you let the secrets you keep ruin you? idol au
i hate you, i love you by @jungblue s a
⏠You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends⌠and youâre absolutely in love with him; heâs in love tooâjust not with you.Â
fatal attraction by @jungcock s a ft. kth
⏠your dangerous ex-boyfriend comes back to haunt you in more ways than one. exes au serial killer thriller
pub golf by @taleasnewastime f s
⏠One night. One stupidly hot man, who just keeps appearing in every pub you go to. Six friends. Nine pubs. Nine drinks. Ten million stupid rules. Let the chaos begin. s2l
animal by @cutaepatootie f s a
⏠boxer jungkook au ANGST
things you don't know by @btsgotjams27 a
⏠Itâs been seven years since you last saw the boy that broke your heart. After moving back home, you try everything you can to avoid seeing him around town, but destiny has a wicked way of doing the opposite.
entangled by @caelesjjk f s a ft. kth
⏠Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man. He saved your life twice. But heâs also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend. You care about himâŚmaybe even love him. But something tells you that you arenât quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well? Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger youâve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world. What you didnât know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.
when the end comes by @oddinary4bts f s a
⏠Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook?
new girl by @jjkeverlast f s a
⏠after finding out your boyfriend of 6 years cheated on you, you find yourself moving in with three guys in a loft. what could possibly go wrong?
horizon by @/sokooks f s a
⏠The way you approached life had started to break down Jungkook's emotional barriers. Jungkook couldn't deny that he was drawn to you in a way that was entirely new and unfamiliar. You had become more than just an assignment; you had become someone he genuinely cared about. It was the way you made him feel. With you, he felt more human than he had in a long time. Despite his best efforts to remain detached, his heart had other plans. angel au
searching for nirvana by @/sokooks f s a
⏠he shouldn't be here. he shouldn't be touching you the way he was- but he was here before him. he was your friend, not him. he knew your body, not him. he wanted to be the only one to touch you the way you liked. he he wanted you to remember that. despite the fact that he already had someone waiting for him. best friends au cheating au.
twelve hours by @whatifyoulivelikethat s a
⏠you have twelve hours to make jeon jungkook fall in love with you. he's about to get married. you're the entertainment at his bachelor party - a burlesque dancer. long ago, he used to be the class representative and you used to be the class delinquent. nothing has changed and, yet, everything has.
when it all... by @7deadlysinsfics f a
⏠whatâs there to do when your husband says he thinks he doesnât love you anymore? you pick up the broken pieces the best you can and try to move on
better than me ? by @/7deadlysinsfics f s a
⏠jungkook is clear on what you both are to each other. still, he doesnât want you to think anyone else is better than him
our first and our last by @thedefinitionofbts f a ft ot7
⏠The first time you met Jeon Jungkook was on your tenth birthday. On that day, he was nothing more than the strange man who jumped into a dark portal that suddenly opened in the middle of the park. The ten year old you just stood in the grass, strands of hair ruffling from the calm breeze that swooped by; head slightly tilted, bright, innocent eyes wide open and staring at him with wonder and disbelief. There was a certain amount of confusion, but your young mind was too naïve to question his actions or what they entailed. soulmate au
dancer in the dark by @gwoongi f s a
⏠Money canât buy you happiness. Jeongguk, for the longest time, thinks heâs happy. Truthfully, Jeongguk doesnât know what happiness is until you find him. rockstar au
together by @httpjeon f s a ft.pjm
âŹdomestic!au, couple!au, stoner!au, gamer!au
hot bot by @/httpjeon f s
⏠purchasing a Hot Bot wasnât exactly something you ever really planned on. when you do, however, it sends your life down a path of convoluted government schemes and dark secrets.
stardust by @iamtaekooked f
⏠You didnât believe in soulmates until you lay your eyes on Jeon Jeongguk, the younger brother of your best friendâs husband. That is when you see the red string beginning encircled around your pinky and ending in his
serendipity by @rohobi f s a
⏠After you reveal your inexperienced sexual status to your best friend, Jungkook grapples with the news, startled by the idea that the girl he always thought could get anyone, is a virgin. After finding his porn at 3AM, you decide that maybe itâs about time to stain the white sheets of your world with the colors of a forbidden fruit Jungkook seems to have in the palm of his hands.
chasing shadows by @colormepurplex2 s a
⏠Your job gets you into trouble sometimes. Who would have thought crime journalism would put so many targets on your back? But, itâs happening again, someoneâs threatening you. Only, this time, itâs not just you thatâs in the crosshairs. Your best friend, Enola, is out on assignment and canât help like she usually does. So, what does she do instead? She sends her brother, Jungkook, armed with a magic bag, a charming smile, and deductive reasoning skills that prove his worth as one of the best PIâs around.
I gasp once, and in that breath, I accept you in by @inkofyoonkoo f s a
⏠In which Jungkook arrives to your small town to spend the holidays, and you slowly let go of all the ghosts of your past. s2l fwb au
sweet nothing by @adonis-koo f s a
⏠Being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isnât all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself. His two rules are simple, donât cause trouble and donât give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.
three's a crowd by @/adonis-koo s a ft. jimin
⏠When your momâs fairytale life begins to bleed over into your world youâre suddenly caught between two men and one big secret, what was supposed to be a relaxing trip soon begins to spiral out of control. All you wanted was a free vacation⌠ceo au
sleepwalking by @taexual f s a
⏠due to unfortunate circumstances, you ended up managing your ex-boyfriendâs band. you thought youâve both made peace with it, but suddenly heâs very eager to prove to you that first love never dies.
empty space by @ahundredtimesover f s a
⏠It started as friendship, turned to a casual fuck, then ended in heartbreak. Turns out, he wasnât who he said he was, and years later he enters your life again, forcing you to face all the emotions youâd been trying to bury.Â
ORÂ Officer Jeon looks really hot in his uniform and you wish you didnât hate him as much as you do.
as the world burns around us by @today-we-will-survive a
⏠You havenât seen the sun in two years. The Virus wiped out a good three quarters of the worldâs population and then the wars that followed wiped out half of that. After everything happened, it was only a matter of time before the different countries started blaming each other and emptied their nuclear arsenals. Youâre still surprised Seoul survived â if you can call what it has become âsurvivingâ
hotter than hell by @chateautae f s a
⏠jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason heâs unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer shouldâve been easy, if it werenât for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.
to turn a bad thing good by @/chateautae f s a
⏠jungkookâs drunken one night stand goes awry when he comes to learn not only is he being forced into an arranged marriage, but itâs to the very girl he abandoned that nightâand things get a lot more complicated when youâre the best hookup heâs ever had.
Jâaime by @baepop f s a
⏠Youâre the newest hire at a local cafĂŠ and head barista Jeon Jungkook takes you under his wing.
Written in the Stars by @/baepop f s a ft. kth
⏠Youâre the girl of Jungkookâs dreams, literally. The only problem: youâre taken by his best friend
make me forget by @roseannekook f s a
⏠You are the lead vocalist and main dancer of your companyâs first girl group, but on the fourth promotion of your debut song things donât go as planned. At the brink of an uprising scandal, you seek refuge in the bathroom stallsâŚand find it in the arms of no one else but BTSâ golden maknae Jeon Jungkook.
one of your girls by @ggukiepie s a ft. pjm
⏠fwb au college au fuck boy au inspired by the song
boy in luv by @/ggukiepie f s a
⏠just two idiot best friends in l*ve college!au, bff!jk, athlete!jk, student council president oc, cheerleader!oc
the boy who left by @/gujoonim a
⏠As your eyes staring deeply into your possible client-to-beâs eyes, something crossed your mind, it was that pair of eyes that you were looking for when you being abandoned at the aisle on your wedding day. ceo au
love sewn by @jvnghxope s a
⏠Youâve never cared about the thin-as-paper walls of your beloved apartment until Jeon Jungkook moved next door. You could hear everything âfrom his late-night parties on Saturday, to the quality time he spent with his girlfriend in the intimacy of his bedroom. One day, everything ceases. Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months and you find yourself knocking his door before you can think it twice.
not yet by f s @bratkook f s a
⏠jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship.
one shot
blazes of deceit by @periminkle f a
⏠when the opportunity to finally venture past the stone walls youâve grown up in presents itself, you jump at the chance to discover the origin of those mysterious lightsâeven if the trip comes with a harsh truth and a suspicious, yet undoubtedly attractive, tour guide. tangled au disney au
southpaw by @starshapedkookie f s a
⏠Knowing Jeon Jungkook for the better part of your life, you thought you knew everything about him. Well, that was before you two disappeared from each otherâs lives at least. When Jungkook suddenly finds himself buying you a coffee to rekindle your friendship, it leads to much more than you bargained for.
house of cards by @jeonggukingdom s a
⏠What does safe mean when you are chased by zombies, when every corner you turn could be the last one for you? What do words like home and future mean when youâre always on the run and every moment could be your last? They mean nothing and everything at the same time and Jeongguk is all of the above. He is your safe haven, he is your home and he is your future. But things like that crumble easily in your world.
enouement by @littlemisskookie s a
⏠War is Hell, but itâs what you had to do to take your brotherâs place. Of course, between the days of Hell are little slices of Heaven youâd call your Captain, Jeon Jungkook. mulan au disney au
miss taken by @junghelioseok f s
âŹyou pride yourself on being a professional, but sometimes your students' parents really test your patience. single parent dilfjk jk e2l
the ex text by @shadowkoo f s a
âŹÂ The 2 AM texts have started again. Itâs a bittersweet familiarity that you canât run away from, and despite wishing to forget him: no one will ever measure up to the exceptional standard set by your ex, and youâll never have anyone as good as him either. Like a permanent mark on your heart, Jungkookâs presence has become an insatiable craving, an addiction you'll never outgrow or cast aside.
the proposal by @hansolmates f s a
âŹJeonâs the editor-in-chief for Big Hit Publishings, a closet romantic with a penchant for antagonizing his assistant on the reg. When his work visa is in the process of being renewed and he takes a trip to Norway, his eligibility to stay in America is on the line. However Jeon Jungkook doesnât go without a fight, and in order to save his job he offers you a proposal you can't refuse. based on the movie the proposal e2l
red and gold by @/thedefinitionofbts f s
âŹItâs no secret that genius, billionaire, international playboy, and philanthropist- Jeon Jungkook, better known as the CEO of Jeon Industries-and even better known as Iron Man, is one of the most intelligent, wealthy, and powerful men in the world. Thereâs nothing that can get to him or his ego, that is, until you happen to show up and give him a run for his money.Â
burning bright by @snackhobi s
âŹthere are no secrets in the drift. if jungkook were to see the mess inside your head and heart, laid utterly bare, heâd turn away from you. based on the movie pacific rim
but we loved young by @jl-micasea-fics s a
âŹJungkook is everything youâre not, the ying to your yang. Your tight knit friendship nurtured from childhood survived the major life events that most donât, and to that end, you suppose youâre fated to be together, until unrequited longing is eventually noticed, and boundaries are forever crossed.
the shoulder on which you cry by @lemonjoonah f s a ft. knj
⏠after moving away from your hometown five years ago, youâve struggled on every return. each trip back being made out of haste due to an unfortunate event in your life. namjoon has always been there to help you through those moments. but when he canât be there to support you during your current trip home, jungkook offers to stay by your side and be the comfort you need.Â
illusion of choice by @hobibliophile f s a
⏠Youâve grown up with the Jeons, Jungmin and Jungkook, for as long as you can remember, your parents being very close. But little did you know that this is because you are in fact arranged to be married to the Jeon heir, Jungmin. However, a tragedy causes Jungkook to take up his brotherâs mantle, and that includes becoming your fiancĂŠ.
the blue princess and her red rose by @/cutaepatootie f s a
⏠After all, he was her red rose, while she was just another one of the many blue roses that grew in the dying gardens of Greyria. princess au
rigor mortis by @readyplayerhobi f s a
⏠A night out at a bar results in you going home with a young and attractive police officer. But if you think the night was something to remember, thatâs nothing compared to waking up to find a zombie outbreak in the city. A chance encounter with Officer Jeon leads to him helping you escape from the plague infested city.
lowkey by @joonbird s
⏠Jungkook is the nude model for your art schoolâs life drawing class.
part-time lover by @sketchguk f s a
âŹthere is no crime more perfect than marrying jeon jeongguk. your relationship is nothing more than a ruse - while your friends pester you for being perpetually single, jeongguk desperately needs a wife to complete the pristine image of a family, fooling his way through the parent interview at the nationâs most prestigious private school. only time will tell how deep your lies will run as you find home in one anotherâs minds. because untangled in the moonlight, he is but a spy, exposing a secret world of corruption, and you, an assassin, ridding the streets of danger one hit at a time.Â
sweet apple biscuits by @rosaetae a
⏠a story about someone who receives letters from themselves ten years in the future and asks them to fix all their regrets and save a particular boy. inspired by the anime 'orange'
i'll be home by @wwilloww f s a ft.knj
âŹÂ When your first love, Jungkook, disappeared from your village five years ago, no one thought he would return, let alone on the night of your betrothal to another man.Â
white lies by @noteguk f s a
⏠in which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. But he canât tell white lies when it comes to you.Â
yes coach by @/taleanewastime s
⏠You play in a local netball team and as a new season starts you have a new coach. Enter Jungkook, he may look soft, but he turns out to be a hard taskmaster, one who ruffles your feathers when he makes some changes to the team. Tensions grow between you through the weeks, until they finally reach breaking point.
spf 50 by @gimmeyoon f s
 ⏠If you have to spend your summer home from college working a job you hate, it might as well include sitting by the pool with Jungkook. Now if only kids could stop vomiting in it.
fifth wish by @jiminrings f a
⏠jeon jungkook, world-class socialite and nepotism baby, should be out every night to celebrate while heâs at his prime. why should he fake-date his bodyguard instead? alternatively, jungkook regularly throws coins to wishing wells with only one desire in mind â to get rid of you.
blacklisted by @/httpjeon s a ft. kth
âŹafter departing from your dom, youâre assigned to two incredibly powerful men.
âŹlooking for other jjk fics or the other members check out my library
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BTS fic recs: July 2024
Hi! Thank you so much for looking at my fic recsâ I truly hope you find something that you havenât read, or something to reread maybe? Please show all of these wonderful authors some love on their original post to let them know they made something wonderful â¨
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I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ⨠All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart đĽš
âMost of these fics are smutty or dark as hell, so minors dni.âÂ
If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their facesđ Letâs share and give lots of love!
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[index] â jan | feb (jhs) | mar (myg) | apr | may | jun | đ | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |
Emoji meaning â angst = đŠď¸, smut = đĽľ, fluff = đĽ°, comedy = đ, yandere = đ, thriller/dark = đť, fantasy = đŞ.
âOurs @worldwidemochiguy [3.4k] // knj x f.reader x myg x jhs // est. relationship, polyamorous, yandere, criminal!au, university!au // đĽľđ
đ youâve always known that Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok are âdangerousâ, but when one of your classmates decides to try and approach you, you learn just how dangerous they really areâŚ.
đ¨ď¸ utter delicious filth. That is what this is 𼾠really good, and I weirdly wanna know more about all of rap lineâs background đ but holy shit, the smut đĽ
âNext Level, Space Level @back2bluesidex [1.4k] // knj x f.reader // idol!au, cheating!au // đĽľđŠď¸
đ how can Namjoon deny you when you are ready to give yourself to him?
đ¨ď¸ I feel so bad for Jimin đ I hate cheating, but the story was really good and I loved that Namjoon knew and felt it was wrong, but poor man wouldnât help himself in the end đ OC was indeed a siren in this one đ
â1-Year Anniversary @johobi [7.8k] // knj x f.reader // est. relationship // đĽľđĽ°
đ your 1-year anniversary is fast approaching and youâre determined to gift Namjoon the one thing he would never dare ask for.Â
đ¨ď¸ omg this was so utterly amazing and hot đĽľâ¨ Another favorite and I loved everything about it đŻđ
âEmbrace @rmnamjoons [3.9k] // knj x f.reader // bf2l, idol!au // đĽľđĽ°
đ you and Namjoon have been best friends for years, and youâve been secretly in love with him basically the entire time. You both love cuddling and being close, much to the amusement of your friends, but to you, being with Namjoon like this means everything. Youâve always believed that Namjoon didnât feel the same way as you, no matter how much you wanted him to, but maybe there is actually something else behind Namjoonâs cuddles, other than just innocent friendship.
đ¨ď¸ this is so fucking soft, cute and sweet and the smut is just so tender 𼚠a really awesome read and I really love it! Might read this one again sometime â¨đŻđ
âMy Only Wish @ppersonna [15.1k] // knj x f.reader // e2l, fake dating!au, coworkers!au // đĽľđĽ°đŠď¸
đ there are few things you hate most in this world. Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange⌠But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things. Christmas. And Kim Namjoon. So why did you agree to pretend to be Kim Namjoonâs girlfriend at his family Christmas party? Bah-Humbug.
đ¨ď¸ the way that I am screaming and kicking because of how incredibly awesome this was đ⨠The tension? The built up?? God. That tension was so fucking thick and hot, I was going feral through most of the reading. I mean, what isnât there to love in this one? Amazing, I loved it so fucking much itâs illegal đŻđđĽš
âEverything I Brew, I Brew it for You @angelicyoongie [2.1k] // ksj x f.reader // f2l, witch!au // đĽ°đŞ
đ left intentionally blank by the author.
đ¨ď¸ oh this was really cute and I loved their chemistry đĽšđĽ°
â10 Years @yoonpobs [7.2k] // ksj x f.reader // brotherâs best friend // đŠď¸
đ 10 years change people but you still remember.
đ¨ď¸ I really like this because of the angst and tension in it and also, because of the ending! So so good, and I love that oc is being true to herself đĽšâ¨ Itâs really angsty and on the sad side!
âReunion Sex @jeonsbabygirlsworld [1.7k] // ksj x f.reader // est. relationship, marriage!au // đĽľ
đ Seokjin has been now out from his military service, but he has buried himself with work and you miss him, miss sex.
đ¨ď¸ so hot đĽľ
âIâm All Yours @sailoryooons [2.3k] // ksj x f.reader // bf2l, idiots2lovers // đĽ°
đ youâve been in love with your best friend Jin for as long as you can remember. You know everything about him â except that he is also entirely in love with you. Â
đ¨ď¸ soft, cute, sweet, sugary fluff đ Itâs so good, perfect and amazing. Loved it đ đŻ
âSit. Stay. @daechwitatamic [14k] // ksj x f.reader // s2l, neighbors!au // đĽ°đĽľđŠď¸
đ your new puppy, Zinnia, has turned your world on its head. Sheâs ruined everything from your sleep schedule to your favorite shoes, and you know itâs your own failure to train her properly. When your cute upstairs neighbor tells you about a local obedience academy, he slowly starts to make himself a place in your schedule, your life, and your heart. After your last relationship went up in flames, will his affections be something else you can count as a failure?Â
đ¨ď¸ this was so fucking cute 𼚠The plot was super cute and sweet, oc with her puppy, meeting Seokjin 𼚠It was just so fluffy, I feel so warm and giddy after reading this. I loved it and a new favorite hands down đŻđ
âThose Eyes Chico [ongoing series] @kookslastbutton [n/a] // myg x f.reader // idol!au, coworkers2f2l, slowburn, forbidden love // đĽľđĽ°đŠď¸
đ as the new marketing director for Min Yoongiâs upcoming D-Day album & tour, youâre expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldnât be a problemâyouâre the best in the business and youâre used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines youâve fought to keep as separate blur for the first time?
đ¨ď¸ this is so so so incredibly good! Itâs very cute and soft and itâs so nice to explore their relationship. Iâve read the first three chapters and theyâre so good! I canât wait to read more of this series â¨
âWhirlwind @ysljoon [3.1k] // myg x f.reader // e2l // đĽľ
đ with a hurricane coming your way towards your state, your roommate provides a safe haven to the man youâve despised for as long as you can remember.
đ¨ď¸ fucking hell, I love forced proximity đ and then you throw enemies to lovers in it? With Yoongi?? ⨠I loved the plot and the smut too! Jimin was indeed a sneaky little thing, and I think he planned this all along lol đ Seriously loved it đ
âSTEAM [completed series] @hoseoksluna [n/a] // myg x f.reader x jjk // est. relationship, threesome // đŠď¸đĽľ
đ one video call awakens your neediness for two cocks.
đ¨ď¸ Iâve finally read the whole thing and it was so fucking damn amazing! Incredible! Thereâs a lot of angst though, but itâs so so good.
âBetween the Titles @highvern [9.5k] // myg x f.reader // f2l, university!au, library!au // đĽľđĽ°đ
đ five days a week in the library means you're very familiar with the senior research librarian. It also means he has no qualms about making his own book recommendations either.
đ¨ď¸ wow omg this one is amazing đ It is super cute, and funny too!!! I loved the extra books oc and Yoongi gave each other, very passive aggressive flirting and the titles was fucking hilarious đ I fucking loved it! Everything about it, the writing, the tension between oc and Yoongi, roommate Tae, Jungkook, well, everything was just so fucking perfect â¨đŻ
âThree Tangerines [series; ongoing] @kithtaehyung [n/a] // myg x f.reader // fuckboy!yoongi, brotherâs best friend!au, age gap!au // đŠď¸đĽľđĽ°
đ throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brotherâs older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong⌠and this wasnât a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.
đ¨ď¸ 3tan is back on the list!!! 𼰠In case you havenât read the new extra âLollipopâ please go do it now, itâs so fucking good, sweet and dirty â¨
âSonic Rain @jungblue [25k] // jhs x f.reader // s2l, dancer!au, college!au // đĽľđĽ°đŠď¸
đ feeling as if molasses coats his bones isnât a good metaphor for a dance major like Hoseok, but maybe youâre the girl that can wash his troubles away⌠Now if only heâd gotten your damn number.
đ¨ď¸ wow. This was so freaking amazing Iâm slightly speechless! The plot was amazing, their chemistry exceptional. I really loved how cheeky and bratty MC was 𼾠and the rain? Dancing in the rain? I just imagined that step up rain scene đ I loved Jimin and Sana too, such good and supportive friends and Hobi to them too 𼚠And the smutâŚ.. Fuuuuccckkk it was so good đ𼾠If you havenât read this one, please do it now! â¨đŻ
âJealous @jamaisjoons [3.4k] // jhs x f.reader // idol!au, est. relationship, pwp // đĽľ
đ Hoseokâs jealousy really brings out the dom in him.
đ¨ď¸ whaaaaat đĽľđĽľđĽľ
âBlue Side @hamsterclaw [7.7k] // jhs x f.reader // brotherâs best friend, criminal!au // đĽľđŠď¸
đ Hoseok's always known you as Namjoon's little sister. One day, he realises you're more than a match for him.
đ¨ď¸ oh my, my palms were sweaty and my heart was beating so fast while I read this! The pacing and wording was so good! I loved the action scenes, the racing and all the projection from both Namjoon and Hobi 𼚠so sweet 𼚠I really loved it đ
âBlue Side Next Door @scriptaed [24.1k] // jhs x f.reader // f2l, neighbors!au // đŠď¸đĽ°
đ between the windows of two souls, one with a perpetually lone heart and another with the scar of an unfaithful partner, the blue side overlooking the roof of their neighborhood best friend is a solace that has stood against the test of time. they were there to lend the other a shoulder to cry on, to spend the entirety of dawn whispering the night away, and to treat them in a way they deserved, a way no one else was capable of; because for the two childhood friends blinded by the thin line between friends and lovers, the soulmate theyâve both been searching for far and wide has always been right next door all along.
đ¨ď¸ this was so cute, sweet and fluffy, a bit bittersweet at times, but damn, it was just so cute 𼚠It was a lovely and fantastic read â¨đŻ
âExposed @jeonsweetpea [4.9k] // jhs x f.reader // idol!au, coworkers2l // đĽľ
đ you oversleep instead of getting ready for an interview shooting and your stylist is not pleased. The two of you rush to the elevator, only for it to break down. Now you both are trapped and he decides to give you a punishment.
đ¨ď¸ WOW HELLO??? 𼾠How Hoseok seamlessly switches between devilish Hoseok and angelic Hobi was so fun and hot, damn. He was really a menace to oc, but fuck it was so fucking hot 𼾠I really loved it đ
âGleaming Silver @crystaljins [3.5k] // pjm x f.reader // f2l, pirate!au, mermaid!au // đĽ°đŞ
đ you love and trust your captain above all. But perhaps heâs not the man- or rather human you thought him to be.
đ¨ď¸ this is a short one, but itâs so fucking cute. Thereâs some lore in it too, and itâs just so good! You have to read it â¨
âInnocence @swanlakebaby [2.6k] // pjm x f.reader // est. relationship, virgin!au // đĽ°đĽľ
đ jimin taking your innocence.
đ¨ď¸ okay this a was really sweet and cute idol!au đĽšđĽ°
âJust a Little Bit of Love (is all you really need) @gukyi [4.5k] // pjm x f.reader // s2l, gymnastics/dancer!au // đĽ°
đ jiminâs something of a legend at gymnastics, but suddenly you walk in and turn his whole world upside down. quite literally, might i add.Â
đ¨ď¸ this is so freaking cute and sweet đ¤đĽš Itâs completely SFW, and so so good!Â
âThe Underneath @sailoryooons [1.7k] // pjm x f.reader // s2l, monster!jimin, thriller/horror // đĽ°
đâBattle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.â â Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil OR there is a monster under your bed and you've looked back at it for too long.Â
đ¨ď¸ this was so so good! Itâs very thrillery with undertones of horror. I really liked it â¨
âCherry Blossoms @chateautae [12k] // pjm x f.reader // magic!au, mentor!jimin // đĽ°đĽľđŠď¸đŞ
đ despising the lack of offensive capability to your lackluster powers, your father, the schoolâs chancellor, signs you up for lessons with the magic universityâs top-rated guard, park jimin. known to be an intense, reserved man with ruthless skills in battle, you come to learn he not only goes hard in a fight, but goes hard in another ruthless form of artâfucking.
đ¨ď¸ omg đ perfection?? That is what this was! The story and plot is cool and cohesive, the dynamic between MC and Jimin, damn it was hot! She doesnât really believe in herself, but he believes in her, and tries to get her to see her own potential đĽšđĽšđĽšđĽš Cute! But then it gets filthy! And hot! Thereâs rain!!!! Thereâs smut in the rain! What more can I ask for?? ⨠It was just amazing! I loved it! Also all the magic, MCâs ability and then Jiminâs magic! Theyâre almost a contrast to each other, which I also really like! This is hands down one of my all time favorites!!! đŻđâ¨
âCoffee Rings @tteokggukk [1.7k] // kth x f.reader // est. relationship, grief!au, deceased reader // đŠď¸
đ itâs been a year since you and taehyung went your separate ways, but todayâs your birthday and he misses you more than ever. though he never really liked coffee, he drinks them now because it reminds him of you. to pass the time, he heads over to your favorite coffee shop at one in the morning. what he did not expect, however, was to see you walking in, smiling at him.
đ¨ď¸ I cried okay đ it is sad, and cute, but mostly sad đ but it was really good â¨
âKiss Me @euphoriyoongi [2.5k] // kth x f.reader // e2l // đŠď¸đĽ°
đ you and Taehyung didnât get along ever since you met. But as you both carried on with your life, it seemed like fate tied both of you together. One night you both discover your true feelings.
đ¨ď¸ this was so sweet and cute, it almost made me tear up 𼺠really beautiful and I loved it đ
âThe Phantom @darkestcorners [8.1k] // kth x f.reader // s2l, yandere, horror, paranormal // đŠď¸đđť
đ spending Halloween serving preteens greasy popcorn and cleaning spilled soda off the carpets isnât what you had in mind for a fun night. But lucky for you, your night is about to get real interesting when a series of unfortunate events start occurring throughout the movie theater and your soon to uncover the horrifying curse that surrounds your part-time job.
đ¨ď¸ if youâre into thriller and yandere stories, this one might be for you! I was at the edge of my seat with this one and my heart was beating so damn fast trying to uncover what was happening while I read. It was a little bit predictable, but the ending blew my mind (and surprised me) â¨
âWaterloo @kinktae [13k] // kth x f.reader // s2l, photographer!au, art!au, slowburn, romcom // đŠď¸đĽľđĽ°đ
đ Taehyung is a famous but pessimistic art prodigy who doesnât believe in love. You are an art student studying in Paris, who sees the world through rose-colored lens and is a certified cheesy romance film enthusiast. And this is your love story. Or, âWell, it is the city of love. Maybe you just need to fall in love.â
đ¨ď¸ such a beautiful love story đĽšđ I loved everything about it, how oc was not giving a shit about Taehyung, and how that in fact drew him in đĽ°â¨ And damn the ending, I loved it so much đĽšđđŻ
âGood for Me @icedmatchatae [7.8k] // kth x f.reader // est. relationship, bad boy!au // đĽľđĽ°
đ you went home for the weekend, leaving a pissed-off and bruised-up Taehyung dry and devastated. So what does he do?âfollow you home. Insane? Probs, but youâre always good for him so why not?
đ¨ď¸ weeee damn the smut was so hot in this one 𼾠also, this is almost like a âforbiddenâ relationship đ¤ I liked it very much đ
âChasing Cars [ongoing series] @oddinary4bts [n/a] // jjk x f.reader // brotherâs best friend!au, forbidden love!au, college!au, slice of life!au // đĽľđŠď¸đĽ°
đ when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
đ¨ď¸ are you really surprised to find this here again? đ I do have stuff to add this month, so! I really truly love everything that Ella writes, and this series deals with so much trauma, itâs insane. Itâs really heavy, but itâs so beautiful and delicate too?? I highly recommend reading itâ itâs still ongoing (on chapter 12 out of 18). Youâre in for a ride though, itâs pretty emotional. But itâs so human. It feels so real, deep and haunting. Itâs amazing â¨
âBite Me, Jeon @sailoryooons [19.3k] // jjk x f.reader // f2l, vampire!au, college!au // đĽľđŠď¸đťđŞ
đ somehow you convince Jeon Jungkook to look into theories of vampirism for a research paper. What Jungkook doesnât expect, is for vampirism to become a very real and very personal problem for him.
đ¨ď¸ this one is insanely good! Itâs so amazing! This one reminds me of Ghostfacers from Supernatural, lol. It was so freaking funny. I was pleasantly surprised at the plot, and I loved it. If you havenât read this one yet, and you love vampires, this one is definitely for you!!! đĽ°
âThe Boys are Back in Town @dntaewithluv [3.2k] // jjk x f.reader x pjm // f2l, threesome // đĽľđĽ°đ
đ getting stood up by your date definitely hadnât been on your agenda for the evening. Also definitely not on your agenda: bumping into Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook. Together. On the same exact night. Itâs been a while since youâve seen your two best friends, as well as lovers on multiple occasions, from your high school and college days. A chance meeting, some drinks, and a trip down memory lane is all it takes to reignite the attraction between the three of you. Old habits die hard, but these two? They just might be the death of you.
đ¨ď¸ this was so good! I really love this one đ
âWhen Worlds Collide [ongoing series] @letjungcoook7 [n/a] // jjk x f.reader // college!au, slice of life!au, s2l, fuckboy!jk, virgin!reader // đĽľđŠď¸
đ since your mother's passing a year ago, life has been a whirlwind. balancing your passion for ballet with a low-key presence at college, where youâre the top student, was your norm until Jungkook stepped into your world. known for his reputation preceding him, jungkook is the talk of the campus with his casual rendezvous that have the girls buzzing. despite his allure, you're puzzled by his need for your tutoring prowess, especially given his own academic merit. yet, succumbing to his persistent requests, you reluctantly agree, only to find yourself thrust into the spotlight you've always avoided.
đ¨ď¸ There was a new chapter released this month!! Itâs still so good! â¨
âConfided @cravetive [5k] // jjk x f.reader // neighbor!au // đĽľ
đ y/n didn't think testing out a new sex toy would cause so much havoc but no worries, her next-door neighbor Jungkook doesn't mind lending her a bit of assistance.
đ¨ď¸ holy shit it was amazing and the smutâŚ.. Fuuuuck Iâm not gonna lie here okay, I was dripping, I was feeling it so fucking bad and damn. It was hot. The plot was so silly and hot, like omg đĽľ
This section features member x member storiesâ if youâre not into that, itâs okay, and you can just skip it. Otherwise enjoy đĽ°
âLavender Lover @gimmethatagustd [20.3k] // kth x pjm // f2l, vampire!au, soulmate!au // đĽľđĽ°đŠď¸đŞ
đ Taehyung broke all his rules for Jimin, even when it hurt.
đ¨ď¸ I am literally screaming and kicking myself đ⨠This was perfect in every way imagined. Like fuck. And vampires? đ¤§đĽľ The smut?! It was so fucking hot, especially because Taehyung had practically denied himself for so long. Not wanting to put into words what was truly happening. Fuck. It was so good. Like the plot, the lore??? Come on! Amazing! I also loved Yoongi a lot, he was really funny đ¤ And the ending đ I was a hopeless romantic sobbing my heart out đ¤§đ¤§đ¤§ it was so incredibly good and beautiful ⨠I think everyone should give this lovely piece a read đ
âEnd of the World [21.3k] // myg x f.reader // s2l, apocalypse!au // đĽľđĽ°đđŠď¸đť
đ your government has been telling you to prepare for war, just as a precaution given the recent political changes around your country. Did you listen and prepare? No. Are you paying the price now, friends all but gone, and your city burned to pieces? Yes. Survival instincts kicking in, you search for a place to rest, nourish your battered and hungry body, only to find yourself at the porch of a stranger. Will he help you, or leave you to your own demise?Â
âStuck in a Cabin [5.5k] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, pwp // đĽľđ
đ cute and innocent looking Park Jimin is your lifetime nemesis that youâve already fallen into bed with not once, but twice. Will a snowy weekend trip with your friends to a cabin in the woods make it the third time you get with your enemy?Â
âto mend whatâs broken [1.3k] // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // đŠď¸đĽ°
đ struggling with childhood trauma, you believe youâre worthless and undeserving of love, but your fiancĂŠ showers you in love and lets you know otherwise.
Thank you so much for reading my rec list, I hope youâll reblog it to make it reach more people! Thereâs some insanely good reads on here â¨
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cry baby
bucky barnes x fem reader
words: 7.3k
warnings: **18+ ONLY** smut, edging, overstimulation, crying during sex, mentions of flushed cheeks, friends to lovers, misunderstandings, lapslock.
a/n: this is arguably one of my absolute fave fics i've ever written. she is near and dear to my heart :') i've provided the link for ao3 if you prefer to read it there! it's originally posted in two parts but i've combined them here. any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & appreciated âĄ
âthe boys are running late,â natasha informs you when you make your way to the table sheâs conquered in the busy cafe. âsam texted a couple minutes ago and said he and bucky got stuck in traffic.â
itâs the second tuesday of the month, which means itâs brunch day. itâs a running tradition thatâs stood for the four of you since your college days. the time and place has changed over the years, but everyone does their absolute best to attend every time. these tuesdays are your favorite, naturally.
you plop into an empty chair across from her with a heavy sigh. âgood, that means i have time to bitch about how fucking horny i am before they get here.â
she snorts, taking a delicate sip of her latte. âwhatâs new?â she wonders sarcastically.
âyou donât understand,â you begin, leaning into the table, gripping the edge tightly. âitâs been months, and not like, a few, i mean itâs coming up on a year.â
natashaâs eyebrows shoot up in surprise. âa year? what about that guy you went on a few dates with a while back? didnât anything happen with him?â
âno,â you grumble, sitting back in your chair and crossing your arms. you huff. âand even if something had happened, i doubt it would have been satisfying. i can probably count on one hand the amount of times sex has been even kinda pleasurable for me.â
âsounds like youâre picking shitty partners.â
you scowl. âi know that, but itâs not my fault. all these stupid men keep promising theyâre gonna fuck me ten ways to sunday and not a single one of them can even get me to wednesday.â
natasha laughs. âyou poor thing.â
âyouâre really not helping me here,â you whine with a pitiful pout on your lips. âyou are getting routine dickings, you have sam! i am not so lucky here.â you notice her attention flicks to somewhere behind you, but youâre not finished with your rant. ânat, iâm serious. all of my sex encounters are the equivalent of asking someone to scratch my back and then they scratch literally anywhere but the spot that itches. i want to be fucked so good that i cry, justâcompletely reduced to tears. is that too much to ask?â
nat is hiding her smile behind her hand, amusement painted across her sharp features. someone clears their throat behind you and you pinch the bridge of your nose. sam and bucky occupy the empty seats, sam next to natasha and bucky next to you. theyâre both sporting wide grins, looking far too pleased about stumbling into this conversation.
sam opens his mouth, no doubt to make a smartass comment, but you cut him off before he can get a good inhale in.
ânot a fucking word,â you grouse with a finger pointed in his direction.
he presses a hand to his chest, expression offended. âi would never make a joke about your truly tragic excuse of a sex life.â
bucky snickers quietly, but turns into a cough at your glare.
âiâll murder you,â you promise.
âleave her alone, boys,â natasha says, rolling her eyes, though sheâs visibly biting back her own laughter.
you huff, digging your wallet out of your purse. âi hate all of you,â you announce before getting up and going to stand in line to order.
bucky follows a moment later, coming to stand at your side and throwing an arm around your shoulders.
âthat bad, huh?â he asks.
you donât have to look at his face to know heâs probably smirking right now.
âfuck off,â you retort, not bothering to push his arm away since you know heâd only put it right back.
âaw, come on, donât be like that,â he jests, âyou know we just like to poke a little fun.â
you roll your eyes, throwing him an exasperated look. âyeah, but that was something only nat was supposed to hear. i hate talking about sex with you and sam because you two wouldnât understand.â
âthatâs not true,â bucky insists, which makes you roll your eyes again. âitâs not!â
âfirst of all, samâs got natasha, so we both know theyâre more than satisfied.â bucky tilts his head in acquiescence. âand you donât have to worry about if youâre gonna have an orgasm when you hook up with somebody. men have it so easy.â
itâs probably not the best thing to talk about in line of a busy cafe (especially since you havenât decided between a blueberry muffin or the ham and cheese croissant, and thereâs only one person ahead of you now and youâd really rather not be discussing your lack of sex in front of an innocent barista) but it sort of feels good to get this off your chest, even if itâs to bucky.
âokay, definitely not true,â he replies with a frown. âiâm not always guaranteed an orgasm.â
you give him a skeptical glance. âi find that hard to believe.â
this time, itâs bucky who rolls his eyes. âwhatever, whether or not i come when i have sex with someone isnât what i was gonna talk about when i came over here.â
the person in front of you finishes their order and then youâre stepping up for your turn.
âhi, what can i get you today?â the young barista asks with a smile.
âa large mocha iced coffee with sweet cream and a blueberry muffin, please.â you pause, contemplating, then add, âand a ham and cheese croissant.â
if you canât get fucked within an inch of your life then food will become your lover, you reason.
âjust a black coffee for me, please,â bucky tells the girl, taking his wallet out of his back pocket and handing over his card to pay before you can stop him.
âi couldâve paid for mine,â you mumble.
âyou also could just say thank you,â he replies with a short laugh as he ushers you to the side to wait for your order.
you pinch his hip, pouting. âthank you.â
âwhy does your gratitude come with violence?â he asks, rubbing the sore spot.
âyou know how i am when people do nice things for me.â
âyou should be used to it by now,â he points out.
âwell, iâm not,â you huff. âanyway, what did you come over here to talk about then?â
bucky reaches up to scratch the back of his neck, uncharacteristically shy all the sudden. âuh, well. i dunno, i just thought⌠you know, since youâre notâi mean, not that you couldnât be, justâyou havenât been, so maybe⌠fuck.â
âspit it out,â you say with a giggle, wondering what in the worldâs got him so tongue-tied.
âwhy donât you let me?â he blurts, averting his gaze immediately after.
you tilt your head in confusion. âlet you what?â
he sighs heavily, working his jaw in frustration. âyou knowâŚâ he begins, digging his thumbnail into a knick on the countertop in front of you. âlet me fuck you until you cry.â
âwhat?â
just then, your order is called. bucky quickly grabs it and turns to make his way back to the table, but you grab his arm to stop him.
âi donât think so, you come back here right now and explain yourself,â you demand.
his eyes lift heavenward. âitâs just an idea, okay?â
âbucky, youâre talking about crossing a huge line. you canât just throw that out all willy nilly!â
âi know,â he replies earnestly. âand itâs notââ he grimaces at the phrasing, âwilly nilly. youâre one of my best friends. i wouldnât jeopardize that for anything, and i wouldnât offer this if i thought that it could. this is something thatâs obviously affecting you negatively in your life and iâm willing to help. i trust you, and iâm pretty sure you trust me, yeah?â
âof course i trust you,â you say, frowning.
he shrugs. âso, then itâs just⌠a friend helping another friend.â
âyou make it sound so simple,â you muse in wonder.
âthink about it?â he implores.
you swallow roughly, biting the inside of your cheek. âfine. iâll think about it.â
he nods and walks back over to the table where sam and natasha are waiting. you hesitate for only a split second before following.
needless to say, youâre distracted for the rest of brunch.
***
you: what even makes you think you could fuck me until i cry anyway?
itâs been nearly a week, and as much as you hate to admit it, youâre actually considering taking buckyâs offer. itâs all you can think about since he brought it up. you canât lie, youâve always thought bucky was attractive, but ever since you were gently but firmly placed in the friend category back in university, you never allowed yourself to think of there ever being more between the two of you. heâs a wonderful friend to have and youâd have been an idiot to pass it up. bucky is kind and generous and just enough of an asshole to keep things interesting without it being a problem.
but this⌠this has left you reeling. why would he make such an offer after only ever keeping things strictly friendly and platonic in your relationship? and more importantly, where does he get the confidence to think he could follow through?
bucky: experience?
you make a face at your phone, furiously typing your reply.
you: ew. do you realize how douchey that sounds?
bucky: well, itâs not douchey if itâs true.
you: says you
bucky: and a few other people :)
bucky: youâd know it too if youâd let me fuck you
you exhale harshly through your nose, tapping your foot on the floor anxiously, carefully thinking of what you should say next.
you: itâs apparently a tall request, and thus far, nobodyâs been able to deliver. you can understand my skepticismâŚ
bucky: if i donât leave you shivering and twitching with aftershocks of pleasure, in a mess of sweat and come, and tears stained on your cheeks, then i will have failed you.
your thighs squeeze together at the mental image that brings you. jesus christ, if heâs half as good at fucking as he is dirty talking then he just might do as heâs promising.
bucky: so? what do you say? wanna give it a try?
biting your lip, you give yourself a moment to weigh the pros and cons in your mind one last time.
it doesnât take you very long to make your decision.
you: okay. weâll try.
***
itâs a slightly overcast sunday when bucky comes over with the direct intention to fuck you. it should be weird, but strangely, all you feel is anticipation. maybe itâs because you know him so well and know that, no matter what, heâd take care of you.
(or, maybe itâs because those repressed college-aged feelings are doing their best to resurface, even though you steadfastly continue to ignore them.)
youâd taken a thorough shower earlier to ease the little bit of nerves you had when youâd woken up. cleaning up the small mess your apartment gathered over the last couple weeks helped, as well, and soon you found yourself standing in front of your lingerie drawer with your lips pursed.
you werenât sure if you should even bother with it, but it felt you wouldnât be putting in any effort into this encounter if you didnât at least pick out nice underwear. so, with a pleased nod, you settle on some simple black lace panties and a matching bralette. not too much, but enough to satisfy yourself, and hopefully bucky. you pick out a simple sundress to put on over it, since you wonât be wearing much of anything once bucky gets here. that thought has you flushing, but you ignore it to put on some makeup, just to freshen up your face.
by the time he knocks on your door, youâve already finished a glass of wine and are pouring yourself a second.
he smiles when open the door, a bit boyishly, greeting you with a quiet, âhi.â
âhi,â you return, just as soft. you open the door wider. âcome in.â
he walks passed you, stopping to toe his shoes off and hang his jacket on one of the hooks.
âdo you want a glass of wine?â you ask as you head to the kitchen to retrieve your own from the counter.
bucky follows, stopping in the entryway with his hands in his pockets. âno, thank you.â
you nod, taking a sip from your glass, trying to figure out what to say. the air feels a little awkward and youâre not sure how to fix it.
ânervous?â he wonders curiously.
you shake your head. ânot really.â
he quirks a brow. âthen whatâs wrong?â
âi donât know,â you murmur. âi guess iâm just worried weâre making a mistake.â
he hums. you take a larger sip of your wine.
with cautious steps, he comes closer to you. âwhat if i promise that things wonât be weird after?â
âyou canât really promise that, though.â
âsure i can,â he says, smiling. âitâs me and you. weâve been friends for so long. plenty of people have sex and stay friends after.â
youâre not just âpeopleâ to me, you think.
you sigh, frustrated with yourself. you canât deny how badly you want this. itâs all youâve been able to think about since that day in the cafe. but the thought of losing bucky is heartbreaking, and you donât want your stupid horniness to be the reason that you ruin a friendship, even if he was the one to offer sex.
âwhy donât we go make out on the couch for a little while first?â he suggests after a momentâs pause.
you snort, in spite of your thoughts. âlike a couple of teenagers?â
his eyes crinkle on the sides when he grins. âyeah. weâll just see how we feel about that, and if it leads to more, thenâŚâ he trails off, shrugging.
âthatâs not a bad idea,â you concede.
âgreat! finish your wine.â
you laugh and do as youâre told, downing the little remaining wine in one go, sitting the glass down on the counter resolutely as you swallow.
âletâs do this,â you say, determined.
bucky huffs a laugh, grabbing your wrist and tugging you behind him as he makes his way to the couch. he settles slightly facing you as you tuck your legs under you beside him.
âdo you wanna talk, or do you want to jump straight into it?â
âif we talk anymore iâm gonna change my mind. just kiss me already, bucky.â
âyes maâam,â he sasses before doing exactly that.
he cups your cheek with one hand as the other is placed on your knee. he guides your face to his and kisses you chastely. youâre not sure where to put your hands at first, but you tell yourself to quit being a goober about it and place them on either side of his neck, your thumbs brushing under his jaw.
itâs an okay kiss, you have to admit, but itâs not really doing anything for you yet. he has soft lips, softer than you thought theyâd be. youâre beginning to wonder if maybe this confirms you shouldnât go any further when he tilts his head, and⌠hm.
he parts his lips, taking your bottom one between his, kissing it, then nipping it. you wouldnât say the sound you make is a gasp, necessarily, but itâs close. his tongue lightly caresses the seam of your mouth and you donât even think before you open up for him, letting his tongue sweep in, flicking against yours. you hum, scooting a tiny bit closer to him, chasing the feeling. his kisses turn insistent then, teeth biting at your bottom lip and tugging, soothing the ache with his tongue. he kisses you like a man quenching his thirst, like youâre the best goddamn thing heâs ever tasted, and itâs leaving you dizzy. you sway more into his space and he pulls away from your mouth.
âcâmere,â he whispers, gripping behind one of your knees to drag it over his hips so youâre straddling him. âmuch better.â
you donât have a chance to process anything about the moment, his mouth back on yours in a blink. your fingers wind themselves into his hair, getting a good grip on it as you lick into his mouth. he lets out a soft noise at that and you try your damnedest to pry it out of him again, pressing your chest to his so thereâs not even a sliver of space left between you.
his hands travel, down the sides of your torso to your thighs, back up to your hips where he holds on tight. it doesnât take long after that before you find yourself grinding into him. you both moan at the same time, breaking the kiss to pant for breath.
you swallow roughly. âokay,â you murmur, âi think itâs safe to say this could work.â
bucky laughs quietly. âyeah? wanna move to your bed then?â
your squeeze your thighs around him, shifting minutely on his lap and feeling the beginnings of his erection beneath you. âyes,â you breathe.
quickly, you rise from your position and step back, allowing bucky to stand, then grab his hand and lead him to your bedroom. once youâre standing beside your bed, you turn to face him. he meets your halfway, pulling you into another, filthier kiss. you reach for his belt buckle, unfastening it and sliding it through the loops, tossing it to your floor. next are the button and zip of his jeans, shoved down his legs until he steps out of them and kicks them and his socks aside. he obediently lifts his arms when you slide your hands under his shirt and begin pushing it up, breaking the kiss to nearly yank it off, making bucky huff in amusement. once itâs tossed with the rest of his clothes, bucky grabs fistfuls of your dress and pulls you into him.
âmy turn,â he says against your lips.
carefully, bucky helps you out of your dress, eyes raking over every bit of new skin shown to him. he bites his lip when he sees your lacy underthings.
âyou got all dolled up for me?â he asks.
shifting under his stare, you nod. âwanted to look nice,â you admit.
he hums. âbeautiful.â
he kisses you again, a little softer than before, but no less passionate. the urgency returns as he backs you up until your thighs hit the mattress. gently, he guides you onto your back, never breaking the kiss as he follows you down and settles over you.
you soon find yourself in need of air and pull away with a gasp. bucky is undeterred and instead presses his kisses down your jaw, to your neck where he decides to bite and suck until heâs left a mark youâll have to reprimand him for later. he licks his way up to your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth, drawing a whine out of you.
âbucky,â you whisper, hands gripping his sides as you squirm below him.
âhm?â
you close your eyes tightly when he makes his way back down to your collarbones.
âplease,â you whimper.
âplease what, sweetheart?â he asks, pushing himself up to look you in the eye.
ât-touch me,â you beg, cheeks flushing.
his lips quirk into a smile. âi am touching you.â
âbucky,â you whine.
âwhere do you want me to touch you, hm?â he wonders. one of his hands trails across your shoulder and down the center of your chest. âhere? or⌠here?â
when his fingers glide, barely there, over your pebbled nipples, you push into the touch eagerly.
âorâŚâ he continues, his feather light touch making a path down your stomach. your breath quickens in anticipation. âhere?â he murmurs as his fingertips stop on your pantyline.
âyes, there, anywhere,â you agree hastily, âjust âplease. please, bucky, donât tease me.â
he kisses you again, deep, full of promise. âyou beg so prettily for me.â
he rearranges your positions until heâs between your spread thighs, sweeping his hands across the inside of them. he nods to your panties.
âmay i?â
âyes, please,â you reply, lifting your hips to help him take them off.
he doesnât give you a chance to close your legs in shyness, firmly grasping your knees in each of his hands and spreading them once again. the way heâs looking at you makes you feel unbelievably desirable, has excitement crawling up your spine.
âdonât forget,â you remind him, making his eyes flick up to yours in question, âyou better make me cry.â
a slow, dangerous smile graces his lips. your stomach swoops eagerly.
~
a whine, high pitched and drawn out, escapes your lips. after you unwittingly challenged him, bucky took it upon himself to torture youâwith sex. so far, heâs only used his fingers on you, in you, thrusting them steadily but never enough to bring you to climax. heâs taking his time and being a smug prick about it. you go to complain, again, hoping if you beg enough heâll let you come, but before you can do more than open your mouth heâs quickening his pace.
âoh!â you gasp, clutching the sheets in your hands.
bucky slides his hand down your thigh, bringing his thumb inward to swipe around where his other fingers are buried inside you to gather your wetness and using it to rub circles on your clit. your back arches, head thrown back against your pillows as you feel your orgasm build. itâs not tears, but damn, it feels good enough.
just as you start to clench around his fingers, legs spasming, he stops.
your eyes open in a hurry, brows furrowing in confusion. âno, please, donât stop,â you plead.
bucky smiles. âi gotta get the right build up.â
you groan in frustration. he laughs quietly and lets the inferno burning within you simmer down to embers, then starts inching his way down until heâs lying on his stomach, mouth poised above your pussy. the feel of his warm breath makes you shiver, and with no warning whatsoever, he leans in and sucks your clit into his mouth.
âfuckinââoh myâ bucky!â
youâre pretty sure you black out for the next several minutes, the only thing youâre aware of is the thudding of your heartbeat in your ears and the feel of buckyâs mouth on you. youâre lost in a mindless haze of pleasure, unable to think or feel anything else. you feel your orgasm cresting for the second time, and just as before, bucky pulls away before you can succumb to it.
âwhy,â you hiccup on a moan, wanting nothing more than to just come already, but heâs not letting you.
he shushes you, softly kisses your knee. sitting up to take his underwear off, bucky keeps his eyes on you, expression hungry.
âgonna take care of you, sweetheart,â he promises. âjust a bit more. youâre being so good for me, yeah?â
âplease,â you whimper, feeling completely pathetic.
he makes quick work of putting a condom on and then settles between your thighs. you sigh in relief when he wastes no time and pushes in, being careful not to go too fast. once heâs fully inside you, he pauses, wanting to give you time to adjust, but youâre back to whining.
âbucky, please, please justâfuck me,â you beg, squirming beneath him.
he takes mercy on you, finally, and sets a hard pace. your hands fly up to push against the headboard, moaning and gasping from his harsh thrusts, loving the stretch of him inside you. his thumb is back on your clit and you cry out, clenching hard around him, but his thrusts donât falter. all too soon, you can feel yourself getting close. you hear your own voice chanting please, please, please, mixed in with buckyâs grunts and the sound of him fucking you.
you whimper, eyes squeezed shut as your climax hits the point of no return, crashing over you in waves. you think you might scream, but itâs hard to pay attention to anything other than the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. part of you thinks thisâll be it, bucky will come now and then youâll have had one of the best orgasms of your life and heâll be on his merry way home. but no, thatâs not what happens.
instead, bucky keeps thrusting relentlessly into you, dragging out your pleasure to the point of oversensitivity.
âsâtoo much,â you breathe, gasping for air.
bucky shakes his head, face contorted in concentration. âone more,â he tells you, voice gruff and deep.
unbelievably, you feel tears beginning to gather in the corners of your eyes. buckyâs still rubbing your clit, still keeping a steady rhythm of his hips, and fuck, heâs so beautiful. you watch him fucking you, wondering how the fuck you got to this moment, how you got lucky enough to bear witness to the sight of bucky fucking, let alone be the one he fucks. his body is ridiculous, looking like itâs carved from marble. you know how much strength it holds, as well, know that if he really wanted to, he could probably fuck you against a wall.
itâs with that thought, with the added bonus of the way bucky touches you, looks at you, like youâre something treasured and gorgeous, giving you such intense pleasure, that the tears threatening to spill over finally fall from your lashes.
bucky notices, because of course he does, and he thrusts into you just a little faster, a little harder, and your body seizes up and then youâre falling into another orgasm. it spreads through your veins, slow like honey, making sure this one settles deep into your bones. bucky groans as he, too, reaches climax, hips twitching into you in aftershocks until he stops moving altogether.
you both pant for breath, sweat gathered in every crevice on your bodies. you think you wonât be able to move for the rest of the weekend.
âneed to pull out,â bucky says softly, breaking the moment.
you nod and he carefully pulls his hips back, grunting. you poorly suppress a whimper and close your legs, already hating the empty feeling.
âwell,â he starts, plopping himself on his back next to you, âi think i deserve some kind of reward.â
when you turn to face him with an exasperated look, heâs got his arms crossed behind his head, a smug smile across his lips.
âhow about i donât kick you in the balls? howâs that for a reward?â
âi literally just did the impossible.â
âwhat, made me come twice? i can do that all on my own. youâre not special,â you retort with a huff.
he scoffs. âi fucked you so good you cried.â
âyou canât prove it,â you say to the ceiling.
âkeep up this attitude and i wonât do it again,â he threatens, poking you in your side.
you wiggle away from the ticklish touch while trying to tamp down on the hope bubbling in your chest.
âoh, weâre doing this again, are we?â you say as casually as possible.
he rolls his eyes. âof course we are. now,â he sits up in your bed, stretching his arms as he stands and picks up his underwear, âiâm starving. wanna order takeout?â
well, you guess if youâd been worried about any kind of awkwardness before, you shouldnât have. this is bucky, your best friend. heâd never let things change between you.
***
except, things kinda change between the two of you.
itâs not very noticeable at first, changes so subtle you miss them, until one day he showed up at your apartment and greeted you with a kiss. you stood frozen in your doorway as he rambled about how stressful his day had been as he kicked his shoes off. it was only when you heard him calling out from the kitchen that he was gonna eat your leftovers that you snapped out of it, yelling back that youâd kick his ass if he even touched your dumplings.
another day, he facetimes you and asks if you want to go to see that new movie youâve been talking about.
âoh,â youâd said. âare nat and sam coming, too?â
heâd given you a funny look, replied, âno, i thought it would just be us two.â
âoh,â you said again. âokay.â
so youâd gone to the movies, let him buy you buttery popcorn and peanut m&mâs and a soda bigger than your head. he shared with you, despite your protests, and halfway through the film you felt his hand settle on your thigh. you blinked and stared at it for a beat, turning to him in question. he only smiled at you briefly before focusing back on the movie.
in between all of this, you continued calling him over for sex. honestly, how could you not? as much as you didnât want to admit it to him, he was the best youâve ever had. and if heâs so willing, why shouldnât you take advantage while you can?
a week ago, though, youâd texted him and asked him to come over, replying to his question of what time and then started getting ready. youâd purchased a new piece of lingerie, a periwinkle babydoll nightie, that left very little to the imagination. it had a matching pair of panties and felt soft and luxurious on your skin. youâd taken extra time to do your hair and makeup, wanting to look like sex on legs, and youâre pretty sure you succeeded.
but when he got there and you answered the door in your sexy outfit, he didnât see it right away. in one hand he held his phone, typing something on it, and in the other hand he held a grocery bag that you eyed curiously.
âi brought stuff to make spaghettiââ
when he did finally look up, his eyes widened and traveled the length of your body several times. you bit your lip, trying and failing to hold back your smile.
âhow about we skip dinner?â youâd said, fisting his nice button-up shirt and dragging him inside your apartment. you grabbed the grocery bag from his hand and sat it on the floor, absently noting he was wearing his date jeans.
whoops, youâd thought, hope i didnât pull him away from someone important.
you hadnât let yourself dwell on it, standing up on your tippy toes and kissing him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. heâd returned the kiss, licking into your mouth, drawing your tongue out so he could suck on it and made you moan embarrassingly loud.
âwait,â heâd murmured, âwe should eat first.â
âor, you could eat me,â youâd retorted with a giggle.
he groaned like it pained him to say no, gripped your hips hard and put a tiny bit of distance between you. the look in his eyes had made you want to find the nearest flat surface and bend over.
âwhy donât you be a good girl for me, hm? let me cook dinner for us and after we eat iâll fuck you however you want me to. okay, sweetheart?â
you whined, but ultimately agreed, knowing heâd make it worth it.
and then thereâs tonight, where he came over unannounced, armed with groceries again and promising to cook you the best meal youâve ever had. to say you were confused would be an understatement, but you also didnât want to look a gift horse in the mouth.
itâs just⌠well, buckyâs not really acting like a friend with benefits. sure, you hung out alone with him all the time before, but he never once cooked you dinner, and he certainly never helped wash dishes after. you guess the hello kisses could be explained away as part of the new aspect of your relationship, but something about that didnât sit quite right with you.
after a truly delicious dinner, you find yourself on the couch with bucky as he scrolls through netflix to find a movie to put on.
âwhat do you want to watch?â he asks.
âmm,â you mumble, shifting closer to start kissing his neck, âdonât care.â
as he narrows down his decision and finally picks one, you make your way up to his jaw, sucking a small mark into the skin there.
âbaby,â he protests softly, âletâs just watch the movie, yeah?â
you pull back, confused. first at the pet name, then at his words. heâs never denied you before, which isnât to say that he canât, itâs just that heâs always seemed on board. and, you know, you thought that was kind of the whole point of this thing.
âokay,â you reply after a moment.
he gives you a smile and a sweet kiss, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his side to cuddle. you canât help but frown, feeling like youâre missing something, but not knowing what it could be.
it doesnât take long for drowsiness to creep up on you. before he showed up, you had planned on probably ordering out for dinner and going to bed early since youâd had a pretty rough day. in fact, you remember texting bucky about it just that afternoon. your eyelids get heavier and heavier, finding it harder to keep them open as the seconds pass. your head droops and in the next blink, youâve fallen asleep.
youâre not sure how much time has passed when bucky wakes you, but you groan, pouting and burrowing into his shoulder more.
he huffs a laugh. âcâmon, sweetheart, letâs get you to bed.â
âdonâ wanna move,â you mumble tiredly.
âiâll carry you,â he offers. âup you go, baby.â
you half heartedly argue about being jostled, but let him carry you to your bed where he carefully places you, helping you out of your sweatpants and pulling your blankets up around you. you sigh in content, feeling yourself already drifting back into sleep. you hear bucky shuffling, but think nothing of it until the bed dips beside you, then feel his warm body slide in underneath the covers and press in close.
âgoodnight, darlinâ,â he murmurs.
youâd ask him what in the word heâs doing, but sleep is just far too enticing to ignore. you fall into slumber with buckyâs warmth along your back, his arm draped over you.
the next morning, you wake to the feeling of his fingers playing with the tiny bow on the front of your panties and his lips placing gentle kisses on your shoulder. you hum, eyes still closed, in the back of your mind thinking this is a nice way to wake up. at the sound of you, his touches get firmer, more insistent.
âgood morning,â he rasps, breath tickling your ear.
you donât really get a chance to reply. he dips his fingers into your panties, making you inhale sharply, moaning as you buck into his hand. he fingers you for a while, kissing along the column of your throat, biting and sucking marks into the skin there. when youâre begging him for more, he relents, eases your panties off and lifts your leg to slide in from behind. the angle is so nice it has you gasping.
you clutch the sheets weakly, burying your face in your pillow and muffle your whines and moans. bucky keeps a slow, lazy rhythm, acting as if heâs got all the time in the world to draw this out. itâs good, so good, and you canât hold back your whimper when he kicks up the pace a little, tells you to touch yourself. you come seconds before he does, shuddering through it and humming happily.
as you both lie there and catch your breath, awareness trickles into your mind. you swallow roughly, staring blankly at the wall as you realize your feelings have grown far too much for this to be only casual anymore.
bucky kisses your shoulder again. âiâm gonna go make breakfast, okay? iâll call you when itâs ready.â
âokay,â you whisper, blinking rapidly to keep tears from forming.
hearing bucky bustle around your kitchen makes your heart clench with want; want for something you canât have.
***
bucky: dinner tonight?
you bite the inside of your cheek as you stare at the text. you know you need to cut things off with him before you get anymore hurt than you already are. itâs not fair to either of you if you continue with this arrangement when youâve caught real feelings for him. you have to tell him, and soon. with that thought in mind, you type out a reply.
you: sure. what time?
bucky: reservations are at 8pm, iâll pick you up by 7:45.
reservations? where was he taking you? you get another text before you can ask.
bucky: dress nice ;)
with a sigh, you text back an affirmative and try to start mentally preparing yourself for the conversation you dreaded having. you could only hope and pray that he agrees to still be your friend after.
by the time thereâs a knock on your door that night, youâve worked yourself up into an anxious mess. you open the door to see bucky standing there with a single peach colored rose and a bashful grin.
âhi,â he greets, leaning in to kiss you on your cheek. âthis is for you.â
he hands you the rose and you feel your heart crack in your chest. you muster a small smile.
âthank you. let me go put this in a vase and we can head out.â
he nods and waits patiently at the door. as you fill a vase with a little water, you take a deep breath, giving yourself a mental pep talk.
this was going to suck.
the drive to the restaurant doesnât take too long, and when you see where heâs taken you, your eyebrows shoot up. this is one of the nicer places in the city, definitely not on the affordable side. he helps you out of the car, leading you inside with his hand on the small of your back. youâre led to a small booth in a far corner with overhead lighting that feels too intimate. maybe youâd have to wait until you left to tell himâŚ
conversation is light, a bit surface level, and you get the feeling that bucky is a little nervous. you wonder if maybe heâs gonna let you down gently first, hoping that he doesnât, because youâd rather not cry in such a fancy restaurant.
after the waiter takes your drink orders, bucky sighs.
âokay, let me just⌠get this off my chest.â
oh fuck, here it goes.
âi know iâve never really come across at the most romantic guy, especially since iâve never felt the need to be.â he runs a nervous hand through his hair. âyouâve always been so important to me, and this last month has been so, so wonderful.â
âbuckyâŚâ you trail off, attempting to somehow stop him, but he powers through.
âi justâi never thought iâd find somebody, you know?â he says, earnest, gaze locked on yours. another crack in your heart. âespecially not somebody who was my friend first, that i already had a solid foundation with. the attraction had always been there, but the friendship meant more to me, and finally allowing that to blossom into this amazing, new, fun relationship has got to be the best decision iâve ever made.â
did he start dating someone and not tell you? oh god, has he been sleeping with someone else? at the same time? your stomach turns, eyes burning, hating yourself more and more as he speaks.
âso, i guess what iâm trying to say is,â he says, rolling his eyes at himself and smiling, âhappy one month anniversary, sweetheart.â
you blink, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. âwhat?â you croak, beyond confused.
bucky, however, looks concerned. âbaby, why are you crying?â
âiâŚâ you blink some more, eyes flitting around the room as if youâll get some kind of clarity that way to the situation currently happening. âwhat?â you repeat.
âdid i come on too strong?â he asks, looking embarrassed now. âi wasnât sure if youâd even want to celebrate, but iâve just been so happy with youâiâm sorry, baby, i shouldâve asked.â
âbucky, what are you talking about?â you finally manage, unable to keep the bewilderment out of your tone. âanniversary?â
bucky frowns. âi didnât get the date wrong, did i?â
âno, iâthis isnâtâiâm not talking aboutâugh, i mean, when did we even start having an anniversary to celebrate?â
buckyâs face goes blank, sitting back in his chair. your heart is pounding wildly in your chest, so fucking confused, so fucking hopeful.
âwe⌠weâre dating,â he says, slow, unsure. âarenât we?â
âsince when?â you ask probably too loudly, cheeks flushing.
he opens and closes his mouth a couple times. âwhen i asked you out?â
âbucky, oh my god, youâre gonna have to be more specific before i lose my goddamn mind. when did you ask me out?â
he huffs, his own cheeks flushing. âat the cafe! a month ago, at brunch with natasha and sam.â
your eyes widen in disbelief. âwhen you asked if you could fuck me until i cried?â you hiss, ignoring the scandalized look on the waiterâs face as he brings your drinks over.
smiling apologetically, you thank him and wait until heâs gone before sending a glare buckyâs way.
âthatâs not how you ask a person out,â you seethe.
âi asked if you wanted to give this a try and you said yes!â he replies desperately. âiâve taken you on dates!â
you pinch the bridge of your nose, thinking of all the times you thought he was being too romantic, more-than-friends type of behavior. youâre a fucking idiot, but god, so was he.
âat no point did you say anything even remotely close about us starting a relationship. i thought we were just fucking, bucky, i didnât realize it was more than that!â
âyou donâtââ he starts, then stops, looking down at the plate in front of him. âyou donât want to be with me?â
âi didnât know it was an option,â you say carefully.
âwell, it is.â he meets your gaze, cautious. âi just spilled my guts to you. you know how i feel now. how do you feel? about me?â
you lick your lips. âbucky, i⌠i was planning to end things with you tonight.â his expression drops, even though he tries to mask it, so youâre quick to explain. ânot because i donât like you, but because i do like you and i thought you wouldnât want anything more than just sex with me.â
âitâs never been and never could have been just sex with you,â he replies, quiet and relieved. he reaches across the table to take your hand in his. âi meant it when i said youâre the best decision iâve ever made. i want thisâthe sex, the dinners, dates, all the gross and sappy shit i never wanted before⌠i want it all with you, if youâll have me.â
you canât fight the smile spreading across your lips. âof course iâll have you, bucky.â
he smiles in return, a laugh bubbling out of him, which makes you giggle, until youâre both laughing so hard and loud that patrons from other tables are sending dirty looks your way, which only makes you laugh more.
âdo you wanna get out of here?â you ask, laughter dying down. âthereâs pizza and sex calling our names, i think.â
bucky moans dramatically. âi knew i liked you for a reason.â
he leaves money on the table and then the two of you quickly make your way through the restaurant, giggling and holding hands the whole way, even in the car.
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Touch Me Like You Care
Pairing: Daddy Dom!Terry Richmond x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female), fingering (fem receiving), teasing, size kink, dirty talk, mean Terry, daddy kink, praise kink, spanking, lite bondage, overstimulation, reader is able to be picked up, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some, rushing.
Summary: See Ask. Story by @uniqueoutlierblog . Terry comes home to find you reading in bed, all thoughts of getting dressed out of your mind as you rest. He was prepared to let you, truly, but then he finds that youâre not wearing the bracelets he bought you. And well, he canât let that slide, can he?
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You pulled your dresser open and searched for your favorite pair of thigh high socks. Ever since the weather turned, you were back to shivering every two seconds, feeling colder than a witchâs broomstick no matter what you did.Â
After a refreshing shower, you opted to dry under your blanket hoodie, feeling the need to retreat from having to be âonâ all the time. Navigating the world as a Black woman was fucking exhausting.Â
You picked up your phone, scrolling through your latest dirty book. There was a subtle increase in Black led romances that were making you stay up to the wee hours of the morning reading. The latest book was absolutely filthy from your favorite author. The anticipation for this book had been immense, the group chat blowing up with speculations and guesses.
The book was getting better, when the couple who swore they hated each other was about to fuck that tension out since fighting got them nowhere. You squealed, picking up the nearest pair of socks. You tore your gaze away long enough to put your socks on.
You looked around the room for your blanket hoodie. It was sitting on the famous chair, piled on top of a mountain of clothing that was near toppling over. You grabbed the hoodie and then checked in on your phone.Â
Oh, the tension. The passion. It just ate you up inside when the characters got to that part. Confessing their love in drunken confessions or in the middle of an argument. Ouee, your body was on fire just thinking about it. Your pussy clenching at the details. The rich words creating a movie in your mindâs eye.
Abandoning your hoodie, you laid across the bed and decided to air dry. With the way this book was going, you might need a second shower. You rested your head on your closed fist and let your mind drift, picturing the scene.
You didnât hear when your boyfriend called your name after he arrived home. Or how his heavy footfalls padded down the hallway to your bedroom. Or how he called your name again when he stood in the doorway. You didnât hear the subtle camera click as a picture was taken.
Somewhere between the fifth andâŚcounting?... sex scene, you ended up on your tummy, legs high behind you, tapping your socked feet together. You were literally kicking your feet as the characters kept telling each other that they hated each other as they were clutching onto each other for dear life.Â
You sighed. You simply ate this shit up. You were already mentally typing up your notes for your review on Goodreads. Ouee, maybe you should start keeping a side notebook. Just to jot down bullet points so your scatterbrained mind didnât forget a single detail.Â
Fingers reached across your ass and you yelped, looking behind you ready to scream. Terry stood behind you, his head tilted and a smirk on his luscious face. You choked out a laugh, rolling to one side so you could look at him better.Â
He looked damn good in gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt. Terry slid his fingers absently across your bare ass, tracing the globes up and down. Your body shivered, pussy clenching with need. You gazed at your man. At the smooth planes and lines of his face, the cut of jaw, those big pink lips.Â
âYou didnât hear me calling you?â He asked.
You shook your head. âSorry,â you said, giving him a cutesy grin.Â
His lips twitched but he didnât let himself smile. âYouâre not cute. You have to be more aware of your surroundings,â he said.Â
âYes, sir,â you said, nodding. âThough to be fair, the only man getting in here is you.â
âMhm,â he said, nodding his own head. âYou reading your dirty books?âÂ
âYes! You remember my favorite author?â You asked.Â
Terry nodded, hiking his eyebrow up as he encouraged you to tell him all about your favorite author. And the book you were currently reading. âAnd I just got to the good part,â you said.
Terry chuckled and nodded. âOkay, Iâll leave you to it,â he said. He trailed his fingers between your legs as he moved away and you gasped. For two reasons. On the one hand, Terryâs hands on you always instantly put you in the mood. With your pussy already wet, you were thinking it was a good time for a break.Â
On the other hand, you forgot that you had taken off your gifts from him while you showered. It was the only time you were allowed to do so. You meant to put the ankle and thigh bracelet back on when you lotioned up but plum forgot.
Terry stopped and you could feel his stare. It burned in the back of your head. Your heart thumped in your chest. You had no idea what he was going to do.
âBaby,â Terryâs deep timbre was a physical caress down your spine. You stretched your back and bit your lip.Â
âYes, Big Daddy,â you said, pitching your voice higher.Â
âWhere are your bracelets?â He rubbed his thumb across your thick thigh. The weight of those words pressed down on you, making you want to retreat in your mind. You began to pant, feeling out of sorts. You were so turned on you could barely breathe. But you were also worried about what kind of punishment you were about to receive.Â
âI just showered,â you said. You rolled so that you could look at his pretty face. To at least try to gauge where his mind went. Terry stopped you by wrapping his hand around your thigh.Â
âI believe you. But youâre out of the shower now,â he said.Â
âI really forgot this time,â you said.Â
Terry sighed, the sound like a coin drop in an empty room. âYou know what we have to do now, right?â He asked.
âYou sure I canât bargain out of this one? I can be pretty cute, you said so,â you said.Â
âUp,â he said, his calm voice making matters worse. You may as well have been pleading your case to a brick wall. There was no changing his mind.
You got to your knees and then flipped over, scooting to the edge of the bed. Terry rolled his shoulders as he moved to your closet. He pulled a pine green box down from the top shelf.Â
He placed the large, repurposed gift box on your dresser and opened it. Cheery snowmen looked at you from the painted edges as Terry rummaged around. He drew out a pair of leather cuffs and crossed over to you.
You pouted at him as he strapped the cuffs to your wrists. There was a small golden link between them keeping it connected and not giving you much room to escape. You tested the pull on it as you tried to separate your wrists. No dice.Â
Terry grabbed the link and pulled you into a standing position. He sighed deeply, his voice a rumbling thunder behind it with a hum as he stared you down. âI had plans to treat you so well when I got back,â he said.Â
âFuck,â you said, the curse flying fast. You rubbed your thighs together, staring up into his pretty colorful eyes. Every time you looked at them, they were a different color. You loved to see the changes, especially this up close. His eyes went more brown when he was like this, when heâd sunk into that role of being in charge. Of being protective.Â
He kissed your cheek, softly, reverently, his juicy lips leaving a small wet spot behind. He moved down to your lips, not quite kissing you. He hummed and smirked. âWhatever happens, just know that I love you, okay?â��
âTerry,â you huffed. His name was a plea and a curse all in one. You didnât know what was worse. Knowing the torture was coming or having to live through it. Your thighs were on fire, burning with the need to have him between them.Â
He pulled you closer by the cuffs, kissing you completely this time. He brought his free hand up to cup your cheek, hands warm. You licked his lips and he moaned. âNice try,â he said against your lips.Â
He said that, but you stepped closer, rubbing yourself against his growing bulge. He chuckled, letting you, looking down while you rubbed on him. He grinned and then grabbed your shoulders, turning you around. He pushed you down. You let out a soft oomph, flopping onto the bed.Â
He grabbed your hips, pushing you further up your big ass bed. He positioned you how he wanted, close to the edge, but not so close that he didnât have free range behind you. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you could only hear him moving around behind you.
It sounded like he was rummaging through the goody box again. You sighed. Digging your toes into the bed. âStart reading,â he commanded, voice sharp.
How the hell were you supposed to read anything? You hesitated, looking at your phone. There was no way youâd be able to concentrate and he knew that.Â
âBaby,â you said and licked your lips.Â
Terry said nothing and again, you felt his gaze bearing down on you. You whimpered as you grabbed your phone, unlocking it, and swiping back to your phone. You began reading aloud, reading about the sex scene you were in the middle of.Â
Reading it aloud to Terry, picturing him as the main male character, you were miserably wet. Dripping practically. You sighed, thinking of your ruined bed. Youâd have to spend tonight doing laundry.Â
Terryâs massive hand slapped across your ass, the recoil loud enough to rival a gunshot. You squealed, falling forward onto the bed. Heat bloomed between your thighs, warming up your core to a dangerous level.Â
It still really fucking hurt though. Your ass stung and you swore that you could feel aftershocks of his hand, slapping across your ass over and over. âFuck, fuck!â You yelled out.Â
âKeep reading,â he said.Â
You got back to your knees and arched your back like he positioned you in before. You returned to reading out loud, pussy throbbing at the way the words made you feel. You got to an explicit part when Terryâs hands came back down. He smacked your ass a handful more times, covering a wide area and making your ass light up like a Christmas tree.
Tears welled in your eyes from the pain and the pleasure. It was too much stimulation. âPlease, please, fuck me. I canât take it,â you whimpered. The words on your phone swam in your vision as your body contracted with shivers. Both from the radiating waves of heat and the burn low in your belly.Â
Terry rubbed his hands across your ass and you screamed, kneeling away from his hands. Wherever he touched, your ass sang with pain. âAre you going to remember to put your bracelets on?âÂ
You nodded. âYes, I swear,â you said.Â
Terry shoved his fingers between your legs, plunging right up your pussy. You collapsed onto the bed, twitching. âMhm, I didnât give you permission to cum,â he said.Â
âDaddy, pleaseeee,â you pleaded, lower belly twinging with the pain of fighting off your orgasm.Â
âYou can get wetter than this, baby,â he said.Â
âI canât,â you said, drool seeping into the navy covers beneath you. Your face was smashed into the bed, no way to hold yourself up while his fingers stroked your walls. The loud squelching of your pussy, wet because of him, made you clench around his fingers and moan.Â
He placed his free hand on your ass, giving you the dual sensation of sweet torture and cruel relief. He moved his fingers faster, stretching you out with his long, thick fingers. You rode yourself on his fingers, throwing it back and he moaned. He smacked your ass more lightly this time, more in encouragement than anything else.Â
âPlease let me cum. Please let me cum,â you said, legs twitching. You couldnât hold off any longer.Â
Terry leaned down over your body, placing his lips as close to your ear as he could get it. âNahhh,â he said slowly, a subtle rasp in his voice. You bit your lip and rode him harder, showing him that you needed more. âGotta earn that shit.âÂ
You sobbed into your bed, tears streaming freely. You were about to explode. Come undone at the seams. âDaddy, please. Pleaaseee. Pleaaasseeee, ouee, pleeasseee,â you moaned, desperately riding his fingers.Â
âYou know what Daddy needs,â he said.Â
Tears leaked freely, mixing with the drool and pooling onto the covers. Your mind turned to mush, no longer able to keep reading. Your moans were loud and near screaming. Your throat raw with the effort. Your essence flooded his fingers and he hummed in satisfaction.Â
âThereâs my good girl,â he purred. He suddenly flipped you over, not giving you a chance to work with him. He was too impatient, too needy, too rough as he positioned you on your back. He pushed your arms above your head, giving you a look. You planted your hands above your head and knew better to move them.Â
It pushed your breasts up, giving him a total view of your chest. He groaned, eyes tracking to your pert nipples. Terry folded you in half, scooting his thighs beneath your back, holding you spread open for him.Â
He placed soft kisses to your wet pussy, lips smacking from your juices. âBaby, I canât hold it no more,â you said.
âYouâre gonna hold it because Daddy told you to,â he said, his voice brooking no argument. You whimpered, whined, trying to breathe through being folded like a pretzel.Â
Your toes brushed against the bed with every rocking motion from Terry as he got himself comfortable. He continued kissing your pussy, stopping to look back and stare at your pussy. His lips began to glisten with your essence.Â
You groaned, a primal, possessive side of you jumping out. You marked your claim. It was your juices on him. Your essence feeding him.Â
âDaddy, please,â you cried out. From this position, you saw his face perfectly. He stared at your pussy like a man possessed. Like a greedy man with the richest treasure in the world. Your heart softened just as your pussy throbbed.Â
Terry smirked. âPretty fuckinâ pussy. She miss me?â He asked. As if you hadnât gone two and half rounds when you woke up this morning. As if he wasnât driving you insane nearly every time you got within two feet of each other.Â
âYes, Daddy, she missed you,â you moaned.Â
âYeah? She gonâ be good and cum when I say?â He asked. He stared at you from beneath his long eyelashes framing his stormy blue eyes while his tongue rolled out of his mouth. He used the tip of his tongue to search through your soaked curls, separate your pussy lips, and flick across that little bundle of nerves.Â
âOuee, shit,â you moaned. Sweat beaded on your forehead. Your heart beat so loudly, it was a miracle he couldnât hear it. You huffed, watching his tongue work around your clit. Feeling it was even better. His breath was hot across your pussy, making your breaths stutter in your chest.
His lips followed his tongue, going deeper, playing with the rim of your entrance before dipping his tongue inside you. You cried out, belly fluttering. You moved your hands and Terryâs eyes narrowed.Â
Fresh tears leaked from your eyes, dripping down the side of your face. âPleasseee,â you begged.Â
âYouâre doing so well, already,â he moaned. He sped up, licking you, eating you, devouring you as he lapped at your pussy. Fresh essence dripped out of you and he licked that up too. He moaned, burying his nose and face into your pussy. He ate like a man starved. Sloppily. Messily.Â
âOue, fuck, ouee,â you screamed.
Terry moved closer, like he was trying to shove his whole face inside of you. His plush lips wrapped around your clit and sucked.Â
âOh fuck! Terry! Terry!â You screamed. Your body began twitching. The orgasm you staved off was coming whether you wanted it to or not. Terry stopped altogether, suspending your body in the midpoint between denial and reprieve.Â
Your eyes rolled lazily to him, panting, huffing, body feeling like you had been tossed into a barbeque pit. âT-T-â
Terry tilted his head, tongue flat against your clit. You throbbed and pulsed on his tongue but he didnât move. Your body retreated from the edge in slow increments, relaxing against him.Â
You blinked at him, no longer able to communicate a single thought. Terryâs eyes gleamed with sick pleasure. He hummed, moving his tongue against your clit once more. He brought you to the edge and then denied you the rush of pleasure at the last minute. He did it one more time, letting you relax and then bringing you back to the precipice.Â
Your belly cramped so bad. Your mouth stopped working. You couldnât do anything but pathetically moan as he ate his fill. Your toes brushed against the bed again as he leaned back far enough.
âShe too tired now?â He asked.
You shook your head. Furthest thing from it. Terry smirked. âYou nice and dumb for me, baby?â He asked. He gave you teasing little licks. You hissed and moaned, eyes aching from how hard you closed them from the torture.Â
âAnswer me when Iâm talking to you,â Terry said, smacking your ass for good measure. It woke you from the fog long enough to nod.Â
âYes, Big Daddy,â you said.Â
Terry grinned and then relented, giving in and eating you with a renewed fervor. âYou can cum now, baby,â he moaned into your pussy. His tongue and lips teased your clit. His fingers dipped back inside your entrance, coaxing that sweet, sweet orgasm out of you.
You screamed loud enough to wake the dead. Or hell, maybe you joined them. Lights burst behind your eyelids as you came with so much force, you couldnât breathe. Your pussy ached and throbbed, thighs shaking against Terryâs face as he teased you throughout the whole ride.Â
He slowed down as he sensed that you were coming down, drawing out his teasing licks and kisses to your pussy. He pulled back and your essence dripped from his face. He looked like he went swimming in your pussy. His entire jaw was covered, shiny and wet. You wish you could take a picture of him like this.
A long spit chain connected you to him and he moaned, ending on a hiss. âThatâs a good fuckinâ pussy,â he huffed as he regained his own breathing. âTurn that ass over.â
Terry lowered you to the bed while he hopped off. He made quick work of his clothes, his huffs and puffs the only indication of how badly he was rushing. You were just a noodle, watching him reveal inches of his bronze skin, the veins in his biceps, the tattoos on his arms.
You traced the tattoos more times than you could count, lips twitching with the urge to do so now. His thighs were equally delicious. As big as tree trunks, a light dusting of hair. And that ass. He turned to the side briefly so he could free his long legs from his underwear and sweats.Â
âYou are so damn pretty,â you mumbled.Â
Terry chuckled. You didnât think he heard you. âThatâs my line,â he said. âAnd Iâm pretty sure I told you what you need to be doing.âÂ
You couldnât flip over fast enough, giggling. Heâd just bent you over and ate you so well, your leg was still wobbly and shaky. Yet you yearned for more. Yearned for his body surrounding you, protecting you, caging you in his embrace. You were greedy. Needing, wanting, craving more.Â
Terry descended onto the bed, roughly grabbing your hips and sliding inside with a savage thrust.Â
âOueeee, SHIT, Daddy!â You screamed. He slid out and then slid back in, coating his long dick with your essence.Â
âCream this shit,â he moaned, sliding inside faster. His massive hands gripped your hips and pulled you onto his punishing dick, ramming into you. âMade for me. You were made for me, werenât you?â He asked.
âYes, Daddy, I was made for you,â you moaned. He stretched you beautifully, slamming into you just as rough as you wanted. As you needed.Â
âJust a pretty, tight hole for me to abuse whenever I want?â He asked.
You sobbed, tears gathering in your eyes once more. He hit that magical spot inside of you, the spot only he could reach. No other man, not even your toys, could hit that spot with such precision. With accuracy. He was just as much made for you.Â
âYes, Daddy,â you moaned, voice muffled by the covers. The bed dipped as Terry leaned over, planting a fist beside your head to hold up his weight. He used his other hand to grab a handful of braids and yank, baring your throat to him.Â
âI wish you could see how creamy you are. Pretty little ring on my dick. So nice and wet,â he cooed into your ear. He pulled your head back so that he could kiss you. His face smelled like you. You moaned and clenched around his dick. He hissed and then growled in your ear.Â
âFilling me so deep, Daddy,â you moaned. âSo fuckinâ deep, ohmygoood.â
Terry chuckled. He shifted his hips and drove in deeper, possibly down to his base, as he fucked you into the mattress. Your hands stretched out in front of you, gripping onto the covers just trying to meet his thrusts.Â
âUntie me, Daddy. Let me feel you,â you begged.Â
Terry responded by kissing you, tongue licking your lips. You opened your mouth and played with his tongue. His beautiful, amazing tongue that was capable of the sweetest words and the filthiest things.Â
âYou donât know how to behave when youâre free,â he said against your cheek.Â
âIâll behave, I promise,â you whispered.Â
Terry moaned, dick throbbing inside you. âI want to believe you,â he said.Â
He kept up his brutal, savage thrusts, digging into you and making your belly clench. âPleasse, Daddy. I want to feel you,â you moaned.Â
âAll you need to do is feel this dick, baby. Feel how much you mean to me. How much I want to take care of you,â he said.
Each thrust felt like it was going straight to your heart. There was no way you were still flooding his dick. Still making it easier for him to glide and thrust and stroke so far inside you, you couldnât tell where you ended and he began.Â
âFuck me so good. So well,â you moaned.Â
Terry gripped your hips and then pulled you down harder, faster, rougher. You yelped and squealed, stretched out on the bed, trying to escape. Terry yanked you back, fingers digging into your skin harder.Â
âShit, shit, shit, shit,â you moaned. Your thighs trembled from trying to hold yourself up from his hold. He kept you in place, filling you, fucking you good and deep. Your eyes rolled back into your head. But still, your body propelled you forward. Both because of his thrusts and because you just couldnât take any more. All the edging from earlier had you spent.Â
âSit that ass up,â he panted, breaths falling across your damp back.Â
âC-Canât,â you stuttered.Â
Terry grunted and pulled you by the hair until you were on your knees. He sat on his haunches, continuing to pound inside you.Â
âYou keep telling me what you canât do. But all this time you been takinâ this dick and doing what Daddy tell you to. Do you know how proud I am of you? So pretty when you listen,â he moaned.Â
âFuck, Daddy, please,â you moaned.Â
Terry grabbed your arms and pulled it until the cuffs went over his head. It made you thrust out your chest and he grabbed your titties, playing with your sensitive nipples. He pinched and plucked as he fucked you, kissing your neck and biting your shoulder.Â
Your pussy made smacking noises on his dick, sounding thick and creamy. You moans mingled in the room, mixing with the pound of the headboard against the wall. You were constantly getting little dents in it from the force of your lovemaking. It was too much. You tried to sit on his lap but he grunted. âMhm,â he said, pulling you into a kneeling position one more time.Â
âIf I gotta stand you up one more time, you ainât gonâ like it,â he snapped.Â
You whimpered and whined but concentrated on holding yourself up. His dick slammed into your walls while he kissed your neck. One hand gripped your titty and squeezed while his other hand searched lower, rubbing two fingers against your pussy.Â
You screamed out, unable to hold off this one. It gobbled you up with the force of it. Tearing you down to your roots, breaking you down to your center, to the very last atom that makes you you. You cried out, shaking, twitching.Â
Your vision turned black and your right ear rung with a tinny bell as you came and came in rolling waves. One triggered another for an extended orgasm, body jerking uncontrollably.Â
âCum so pretty,â he said. âYou ready for this nut?âÂ
You could only manage a nod as he rolled his shoulders and moaned in your ear while he came, unloading a thick load of cum inside of you.Â
There was no more air in your lungs enough to moan. You could only sigh as he warmed you up from the inside, soaking your walls with his cum. Nothing leaked out as he continued to stroke into you.
Your body arched as he stilled, buried to the hilt. He kissed your neck, your cheek, your jaw. He brought the fingers he used to play with your clit up to your mouth and bid you to suck.Â
âTaste that?â He asked.
You nodded. Too spent, too tired, to fucked out to do anything else but yawn. Terry chuckled, and slipped out. His cum leaked out with him, sliding down your leg and dripping onto the bed.Â
âSleepy,â you mumbled.
âI know, baby. But letâs run you a bath first and Iâll change these sheets,â he said. He lowered your arms from his neck and then laid you on your side. He gave you a kiss on your forehead.Â
âDonât let me catch you without your bracelets again,â he said.
âYes, Big Daddy,â you yawned, stretching out onto the bed to await his tender, loving aftercare.
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mr. brawn and ms. brain
sum: you hate athletes. eunseok is an athlete. eunseok is in love with you. it doesn't take a genius to see that there's an issue with this equation. after a one-sided love for the past three years, eunseok is saved when the two of you are partnered to work on an english project together. which means that eunseok's first step of getting you to fall in love with him is done. next step: get you to give him the time of day... word count: 9.6k a/n: hehe i've been working on this for so long i can't believe it's finally out lol i hope that you all enjoy reading this as much as i loved writing this! <3 someone teach me how to make visually pleasing banners. quick note: feedback, comments, etc. GREATLY encourage writers! if you felt any sort of way (in a good or bad way!) about this fic, pls leave feedback warnings: mentions of reader's insecurities, sungchan being a horrible/amazing friend, simp eunseok, uhh love :D
EUNSEOK SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT TRYING TO WRAP HIS MIND AROUND YOUR SHEER GENIUS WAS A BAD IDEA. you were just so much smarter than him; he didn't know why he thought that he could even comprehend the meaning behind your actions anymore.
at least, this is what song eunseok gathers from your animated gestures and anger stained tone as you continue to motion at eunseok semi-offensively.
he's only half-listening (he's perfected the art of the blank stare) and you know that he's not listening too. but eunseok figures that if yelling at him to your heart's content is what would make you feel better, then he was glad to be your not-really listening ear.
"...and you know that i can't do it all on my own!" you yell finally, your distress coming to a climax. eunseok winces when your voice reaches a decibel he didn't know to be humanly possible. your chest is heaving and eunseok, from this, is now well aware that you're upset the fact you had to work on the partner project by yourself last night.
but he didn't know how else to explain to you that he had a soccer match last night that he couldn't just skip out to work on the project - even if it was a project that would more or less determine his grade in the class.
your arms are crossed against your torso, eyebrows furrowed as you wait for eunseok to say something. he's sat in front of you, looking akin to a statue, while you're standing up, glaring down at him and from this angle, eunseok is once again reminded of just why he lets you get away with saying pretty much anything to him.
eunseok is so incredibly in love with you that it takes every fiber of his being from telling you that any time the two of you were together. which was less often than he wanted but more often than you had had in the past so he was willing to take the wins he could get at this point.
"so you want me to the work on the project, that's it, right?" he says slowly and you damn near want to strangle him in that moment. you knew that eunseok wasn't dumb and that he had only sat through your entire lecture because you weren't going to let him hear the end of it anyway but would it kill him to at least pretend like he was remorseful?
"yes," you say finally, with an exasperated sigh. "i just want you to work on the project with me."
the corner of eunseok's lips twitch imperceptibly upwards in a soft smile before it disappears, bringing him back to his much more familiar bored expression. i just want you to work on the project with me.
that had to mean something, right? you wouldn't add the 'with me' without any particular reason, right? you actually meant to indicate something with that 'with me', right?
in all honesty, you're hadn't thought of what you were saying all that hard and had just said everything that came to mind in an attempt to rid yourself of your anger and eunseok knows that as well.
he's been in love with you for long enough to know that you didn't actually mean anything when he formed these delusions on his own but he couldn't help himself.
eunseok has loved you since the moment he saw you sitting inside the classroom, earbuds in your ears as you flipped through your notebook filled with notes while he was outside on the soccer field, squinting up at you against the relentless sun, three years ago.
he wasn't sure what it was. at first, he was sure that it was just the chase. the classic 'unattainable' trope where he was only attracted to you because of the challenge that you presented to him.
but it was strange.
eunseok wasn't a really big fan of cheesy clichĂŠs or overplayed poetry about something that he was sure didn't exist anymore but everything had changed when he saw you.
your looks, face, beauty - none of that seemed to be what clicked within him. the moment that you turned your head to peer out the window, your eyes landing on his, it was like his entire soul was breathing a sigh of relief.
if eunseok was any less of a realist, he would've genuinely believed that the two of you were soul tied lovers from previous lives.
the only issue was that eunseok was pretty sure his soulmate would give him the time of day. which you pretty much refused to do. it was like you were allergic to his type or something.
you kept to yourself in general, and didn't really have many friends but at the very least, you were friendly enough to those around you. no one really had anything bad to say about you bar the fact that you never allowed anyone to overtake you on your throne seated comfortably as number one in the whole school.
except for eunseok's friends. they all knew about eunseok's hopeless love for you and for the life of them could not understand why. you barely glanced in his direction in general, and seemed to always glare at any round object that could be used for a sport - and those who carried said offending objects.
which naturally meant that eunseok and the rest of his friends (all of whom unfortunately played some sport or another) were blacklisted by you.
he'd been curious at first why you had so much prejudice against sports and then one time, had seen you be forced to run laps around the field. needless to say, after he saw you nearly trip and fall on your face at least four times in one lap, he was vaguely aware of what prompted you to stay as far away from such activities as possible.
in fact, eunseok was relatively sure that he was going to have to graduate high school without ever actually having a proper conversation. until the fateful day that your english professor had assigned you and eunseok to work on the same project together for a final grade.
it was a simple research paper, but both of you had to submit outlines and drafts that showed how much you each contributed to the project, as well as how much of the project was done with each other - all of which contributed to your grade.
eunseok had thought that this was it! this would be his in!
he was wrong. to be honest, eunseok could count on one hand the number of conversations he'd had with you after starting work on the project together. and could count without any fingers the number of those conversations that were about anything other than project division.
which is why, when you're standing here, arms crossed against your heaving chest and looking at him with those eyes, eunseok has nothing running in his mind other than just how much he wants you to know what he feels.
"eunseok! are you even listening to me anymore?" you ask, waving a hand in his face. eunseok blinks before clearing his throat. he reaches out a long arm to pull out a chair in the desk next to his and indicates for you to sit down on it.
you eye the chair warily before sitting down, folding your skirt underneath your thighs as you sit gingerly, as if you were expecting it to explode.
the sight would normally make eunseok just roll his eyes for anyone else but with you, it makes him smile.
"okay, i'm sorry. with the game last night, i forgot to my part for the draft due friday. but i promise, i'm still going to make it up to you and finish all of the stuff i needed to do as soon as possible," eunseok says. you watch him for a moment before nodding and moving to get up out of the chair as eunseok rushes to come up with some reasoning to get you to stay with him a little longer.
"although, are you sure you're going to be able to finish the section by yourself? i had some issues with the first half of pride and prejudice because of the characterization and the time period," you say, although the last half of your thought seems to be much more reluctant than the first half, as if you didn't want to admit that you had any academic weaknesses to eunseok.
but eunseok barely pays it any mind, jumping on the opportunity as soon as he recognizes it. "oh...yeah, honestly i don't know if i can do it by myself. since we both have access to the late night study room anyway, do you wanna finish it together tonight?"
eunseok watches as the gears turn in your head, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you debate the possibilities in your mind. and even as you do, he tries to control the erratic beating of his heart at the chance of spending so much time with you.
if he could explain his feelings to anyone, which eunseok was not gifted with the vocabulary of attempting to do so, he was sure that they would ask if he was ripped straight from the novel the two of you were assigned to work on.
to be honest, eunseok thinks as he rests his temple against the heel of his palm, watching as you pull out a timetable and consult it with utmost seriousness, even he found it kinda silly.
well, not silly as in his crush on you was dumb per se (although, there were times where he realized just how unfounded his feelings truly were). more silly like i didn't even know these kinds of feelings could still exist in people.
silly like how a child discovering the world for the first time might be - awkward in their gait but curiosity shining brightly in their eyes, learning how to be human for the first time.
he knows that his whole 'true love' or 'soulmate' semantics were not for the weak of heart - and most definitely not for those who were too embroiled in the 'love' of today's day and age. but he couldn't bring himself to care.
it made him want to be a better person for you. to be the man that you would glance at in more than just passing. to be worthy of your love.
"alright. i'm scheduled for an english tutoring session but i'll ask them to meet me tomorrow instead. maybe i can use some of the stuff that we learn during our project," you say with a sigh, crossing out some of the timings written in your schedule and rearranging them.
eunseok's eyebrows furrow. "you take tutoring lessons? oh, like a private tutor?"
you eye eunseok strangely, as if you weren't sure if he was making a joke or not.
"no...i teach people. i tutor for english, mathematics, and some other subjects as well. it's how i'm adding to my resumĂŠ." the chair makes an awful noise when you push it back to stand up.
"oh," eunseok says. resumĂŠ? for what? college admissions? god, he really needed to start getting ready for that. his csat score was not high enough for him to even dream about getting into a good enough school for you to recognize him.
or, you know, secure brighter future in such a competitive job market. but that was mostly secondary.
"yeah. so..." you trail off awkwardly, toeing the ground with your arms behind your back. the sight of you being awkward or unsure of yourself was foreign to eunseok but nonetheless endearing.
"yeah. so i'll see you tonight then? after classes end?" eunseok prompts you and you seem to snap out of whatever reverie your mind was in.
"mhm." it's absent-minded and almost an afterthought, as you make your way out of the classroom, pausing at the door to look at him before leaving.
+++
classes end a couple of hours later, and eunseok is left waiting anxiously in the study rooms.
you'd agreed to meet after classes but eunseok realizes that he'd never asked for a specific time or your number to communicate with you, meaning that he'd been stuck in the study rooms for the past hour, unsure if and when you were going to show up.
eunseok had been productive with his time, of course. he'd tucked away the soccer ball he'd brought to school into one of the lockers in the back and popped a breath mint. not for any particular reason, but he didn't want you to think of him in the stereotypical 'jock who doesn't partake in hygiene'.
he'd even tried to make progress on the pride and prejudice chapters he'd been assigned (by you) to write about, only to give up three sentences in.
the one thing that eunseok had done incorrectly, however, was drinking too much water. see, eunseok had a strange habit of chugging water every time he got nervous. needless to say, about an hour of sheer anxiety of when you were going to show up made him down the whole waterbottle.
which was not good because now, eunseok had to relieve himself and you were still nowhere to be seen. and he couldn't just go use the restroom and come back because he was pretty sure you'd just leave and assume that he bailed on you if he left his post in the study rooms.
eunseok paces around the room, hoping that time would move faster if he moved faster (time-space was in same dimension after all, so technically...). he's taken about twenty-three laps around the study room when he finally hears the door click open and you enter the study room somewhat cautiously, looking worse for wear.
"I'LL BE RIGHT BACK!" eunseok manages to holler before sprinting out of the study room, not wanting to look back and see your undoubtedly bewildered face as he makes a mad dash for the men's restrooms.
it's not until eunseok finally relieves himself, washing his hands in the sink that was lower than his hips that he realizes what he'd just done.
eunseok berates himself more than once or twice in the bathroom, pacing back and forth once more when he realizes just how much of an idiot he must've looked like as he sprinted out of the room like a crazy man.
"it's ok. it's ok! having to use the restroom is natural! everyone needs to! it's not like y/n doesn't, right? don't worry, you look fine. you're so hot, she'll forget it happened."
you didn't forget. when eunseok slinked back into the study room, you can barely keep the silly smile off your face, trying your best to look understanding and apologetic instead.
"i'm - i'm so sorry for coming late eunseok. i heard there was soccer practice today so i figured you'd be late and decided to help mrs. kim with creating the study set for the upcoming math test," you explain, unable to keep the lighthearted giggle out of your voice.
eunseok offers an embarrassed half-grin as he waves you off.
"don't worry, i wasn't waiting long. i just got here too. uh, i asked coach to cancel practice since both captains wouldn't be able to make it," eunseok says, looking busily through his backpack in an effort to prevent you from looking at his red face.
"you asked the coach to cancel practice?" you ask incredulously and eunseok tries his best to act nonchalant.
"yeah. i mean, you're right after all. academics are more important than sports - it's not like i plan on going pro or anything so i figured that i should sit down and make some headway on this project," eunseok says with a shrug, and it brings him a strange sense of satisfaction when you glance at him as though you were suddenly looking at him for the first time.
"you don't plan on playing in college? i mean i've heard that you're good enough for it," you say, and you sound genuinely curious, rearranging the books in front of you.
"i mean i plan on playing in college but i can't exactly get into college just on sports. i'm not that good. i still need to have good grades and scores to get in," eunseok says and you frown, deep in thought, but eunseok can tell that it's not in a bad or malicious way.
"i'd never thought you would care that much about school," you say softly and eunseok can't help but shoot you a lopsided grin.
"we're not all just dumb jocks, y/n," he responds, his voice just as soft and he realizes just how much he likes the taste of your name on his tongue.
"yeah. i guess so," you say finally, offering him a small smile.
eunseok thinks he can die happy when he sees it.
+++
the two of you don't become best friends over the next couple weeks. in fact, you still don't have too many conversations with him other than about the project, but it's more than eunseok has been awarded with before.
you talk to him in between classes now, when you see him in the hallways, and ask him about soccer practice. eunseok always blushes, casting his eyes towards the windows so that he had something to look at other than your intelligent and probing eyes.
he even sees you wave at him during soccer practice, when you're headed out early for tutoring and eunseok nearly dies of heart attack, tripping over himself as he rushes to wave back.
wonbin didn't let him live that down for a full week after the incident occurred, laughing and waving in exaggerated motions every time he saw eunseok.
he even went as far as going up to you and asking you to come to one of the upcoming soccer matches, all in the name of good fun.
eunseok had had to literally tackle wonbin to the floor in order to keep him from spilling any vital information ("please come to the soccer match because our captain has been crushing on you since his first year and we can't see him like this anymore.") but it was clear that the message came through incorrectly.
"you don't want me to come to your match that much? i thought we were better friends than that, eunseok," you said with a frown, and eunseok had to scramble to his feet, kicking wonbin with his foot.
"no - no! it's not that. i do really want you to come to our soccer match. but i kinda wanted to be the one to ask you. you know, because you're so busy all the time and i thought you might say yes if i asked rather than this idiot," eunseok had explained, tripping over his words in an attempt to make sure that he didn't hurt your emotions.
you'd stared up at him, your face unreadable. that was the one thing that eunseok didn't like about you - he could never truly predict exactly what you were thinking unless you said it out loud. you were infamous for your poker face and it made eunseok incredibly nervous.
little did he know that that was the exact reason that eunseok made you nervous.
"i'll come if i have time," you had said simply, turning on your heel to flounce away.
"you're an idiot but goddamnit, i love you wonbin," eunseok had said, descending onto the right wing to tackle him to the floor once more with a hug.
"alright! i get it! get off of me, cap!" wonbin said, pawing at eunseok's arms to relieve himself from the bearhug he was trapped in. he'd just laughed, wrapping his arms around wonbin even tighter.
which brought eunseok to his current predicament.
not only had you come to the match, but you'd brought some of your friends with you. eunseok doesn't really recognize any of them but by the way that you're laughing as you're talking to them, eunseok figures that that you must be pretty close.
"if you could stop staring at the love of your life and finish warm-up drills, that would be great, cap," wonbin says and eunseok shivers, startled by the right wing's sudden presence.
"yeah. uh, team! keep up the drills for just two more minutes before debriefing," eunseok yells, finally forcing his head away from your direction to face his team.
"i invited her because i wanted to give you a chance to impress yourself in front of her. don't make this rare opportunity into a mess," wonbin suggests with a smirk, saluting to eunseok as he ran to sungchan to finish the last few drills with him.
"that brat. and he still wants to be captain next year," eunseok grumbles under his breath, begrudgingly joining the rest of the team. as much as he hated to admit it, wonbin was right.
getting you to come to this match was already more than eunseok had ever had in the past; there was no way that he was going to let himself fuck this up. that would be so incredibly embarrassing.
"alright!" eunseok shouts, clapping his hands and waiting for the team to huddle around him. "i don't need to remind anyone that just because our team has been doing well, we still need to play at our best, right? you all know how to play soccer so just do what you've been doing and don't let it get to your head. good and bad plays both."
he extends his hand out to the center of their huddle, and the rest of the team also extends their hands, chanting their school's soccer cheer before dispersing to discard any extra gear or possessions.
eunseok looks one last time to where you were sitting, just as a quick 'good luck glance' and he's startled to see you already staring back at him. you cock your head and smile slightly, offering him a thumbs up and eunseok feels as though he'd already won the match.
"seok, i've got an idea," sungchan, eunseok's fellow captain and one of his closest friend says, slinging an arm around his shoulders.
"what bullshit are you stirring up now?" eunseok says, his voice flat and unimpressed. sungchan grabs his chest where his heart was, as though he'd been shot, dramatically stumbling backwards.
"here i am, offering to relieve you of your pining and you say i'm stirring up bullshit," sungchan gasps. eunseok rolls his eyes, grabbing sungchan's jersey to pull him forward.
"what? match is starting soon," eunseok says, unable to keep the smile out of his voice.
"i'll make a bet with you," sungchan says. "if i score more goals than you do, you have to ask out y/n. but if you score more goals than i do, then you don't have to."
"this feels like a stupid bet. i'm not doing it," eunseok says, but he can already feel himself being swayed. he'd liked you for so long - at this point, he was just looking for the slightest push in the right direction to ask you out.
"alright fine. you don't have to. y/n's pretty cute, honestly, and she's hella smart too. so i'll make you a different deal. if i score more goals, i ask her out. if you score more goals, i won't ask her out," sungchan says, a devilish smile on his face.
eunseok's eyes look as though they'd burn sungchan to smithereens if they could but sungchan barely shivers, offering him a shit-eating grin and turning to blow a kiss to you.
"what the fuck? i should've known that you were up to something stupid," eunseok growls. "why the hell would you ask her out?"
"it's only an issue if i score more goals than you, right?" sungchan says, jogging backwards to join the team again, never breaking eye contact with eunseok.
eunseok knew that sungchan was a loyal friend and there was no way in hell that he was going to ask you out - even as a joke or as a push to get eunseok to confess his feelings - but eunseok was pissed. the idea of someone else confessing to you before he ever did made him see red.
the team barely sees eunseok the whole match. which is strange, because he's in for the entire match, but they barely even see him, his red uniform appearing as streaks up and down the field. he scores goal after goal, running towards the goalpost at speeds they'd never see the usually laidback captain move at.
and sungchan was no better than him. although his heart wasn't in it nearly as much, sungchan was hot on eunseok's heels, the two of them on opposite ends of the field and being the two people that the team relied on the most the entire match, carrying the entire team to victory.
which is why when the scoreboard reads 5 - 0, the team is shocked, but sungchan just has that stupid grin on his face. not only had eunseok scored one more goal than sungchan, he'd also gone mad, ensuring that the opposing team didn't score a single goal.
"what the hell did you do to cap?" wonbin asks sungchan, and the older boy just nods in your general direction.
"gave him the push he's been needing," he says, smirking with satisfaction when he sees eunseok jogging over to where you were sitting, after shaking hands with the opposing team and thanking the referees.
"thanks for coming, y/n," eunseok says, out of breath and sweaty when he reaches to where you were sitting. "i honestly didn't think you were coming - since sports aren't really your thing."
"i promised i would come, didn't i?" you quip, and a shy smile overtakes your face, making eunseok having to use every single ounce of his willpower to keep from squealing at how cute he found you. your friends slowly start to file out to leave the two of you standing there - you in the bleachers and him on the field.
"hm, yeah, you did." eunseok's face turns contemplative and for some reason, you rush to fill the silence, in a way that you'd never felt compelled to do with anyone else before.
"i have to admit...i had more fun than i thought," you say, choking on the words as you get them out. eunseok's eyebrows ascend into his hairline - which would be hilarious if you weren't the reason that they were doing so.
"you had fun? y/n l/n? having fun? that too, at a soccer match?" eunseok says incredulously, throwing his hands on his chest dramatically. "well, i'll be!"
you roll your eyes, but you can't help the silly smile you can feel start to form on your lips.
"i can have fun, you know. i'm not always studying and boring everyone. even at soccer games where all i see is a ball go up and down and i have no clue what's happening. i think you did well, though, since everyone was chattering a lot about your performance," you say, adding the last part to appease eunseok for inviting you.
"i don't care about what people say," eunseok says easily, waving his hand in the air as if to physically rid himself of the thought of other people disturbing his mental wellbeing.
"y/n! you have to get going; your tutoring starts soon and mrs. im is always super mad when anyone's the slightest second late!" one of your friends calls out, coming closer to physically drag you away from eunseok if need be.
even his ugliest stare doesn't work on discouraging them from approaching the two of you and eunseok figures that he should work on a mean glare instead of a blank stare; the latter wasn't helping as much anymore now that everyone just assumed that's what his natural face looked like.
"alright, alright. i'm coming," you say, stepping down the stairs of the bleachers carefully, tripping on the last step. eunseok's arm shoots out before he can even think of what he's doing, catching you as you fall.
"thank you," you say breathlessly, and suddenly, eunseok worries that you can hear the erratic beating of his heart from just how close you were to each other, your chests quite nearly touching.
"you wanna hang out some time? maybe prove that the academic queen, school topper, ms. brain knows how to have some fun?" eunseok asks, and he can feel the blood rushing throughout his body as his adrenaline is at an all-time high.
he doesn't think that he was nearly this nervous or that his heart was even pumping this hard during this match. but now, as he's looking down at the most beautiful woman he's ever seen in eighteen years of life, he can't help but feel weak in the knees and just a little too stupidly hopeful.
"i'm sorry eunseok. i'm pretty busy nowadays. especially with new people that i've been tutoring. i don't even have too much time to study myself; i don't think i can afford to take too many breaks now," you explain, somewhat sorry and somewhat sullen.
eunseok tries to keep the heartbreak from showing on his face and he nods, almost too excitedly.
"oh yeah, i get it! no worries! i mean, you are the number one student in the school! you've gotta keep those grades up!" his voice sounds fake even to his own ears and your friend winces apologetically but you don't even seem phased, flashing him a sweet smile.
"we'll 'hang out' when we work on the project next monday though right?" you ask, and eunseok nods, a plastic smile on his face.
"yeah, of course," he says, and for some reason, he can't help but wonder if you knew just how great you were at letting people down. eunseok knew that you were beautiful but no one had ever dared to ask you out, for fear of the fact that they would come second to your academics.
it's hard to ask someone out when you know what the answer is.
"well, i'll get going now then. mrs. im seems like a real tiger mom and i have my first tutoring session with her son today," you say, wrapping your sweater a little bit tighter around your body as you wave goodbye, retreating into the foggy afternoon.
"how did it go, cap?" wonbin asks, a knowing grin on his face, ready to tease/congratulate his captain on his definite success in asking you out.
eunseok doesn't even turn away from watching your figure until he's just staring at empty space and fog before saying, "tell the team we're running laps."
wonbin balks, looking in your direction to see if you'd come to save them. "but we won, cap!"
"no, sungchan and i won. the team is running laps," eunseok grinds out and wonbin immediately retreats backwards, understanding the situation a bit too clearly.
he sets off into a sprint and the team is quick to follow when they see the confusing expression on their captain's face. there was a mix of shame, heartbreak, confusion, guilt, and even some anger on his face and the team was just going to have to take the brunt of his emotions for now. he had a valid point, after all.
you were none the wiser about the soccer team's struggles until your friend, kim minjeong, looks back to see her friend, park wonbin, running in repeated circles before the fog starts to cover the soccer field. she shoves her hands into the pockets of her sweater before shaking her head.
"you know that eunseok was asking you out, right?" she asks and you scoff, pushing her slightly.
"you're insane minjeong. i think that jekyll and hyde is finally getting to you," you jest slightly, referencing her english project. "why the hell would eunseok ask me out?"
"because he wants to spend time with you? because you're a fun person when people get to know you? because he likes you, i don't know!" minjeong exclaims, stopping dead in her tracks and throwing her hands up.
"no, that can't be true," you say, but when you turn to look at what minjeong was looking at, you find that your eyes search the field until they lock with eunseok's eyes, which are trained on you and he cocks his head, causing you to shiver and face forward.
"are you sure?" minjeong asks, looking back and forth between you and eunseok as you march forward determinedly.
"i'm sure. there's no way that eunseok likes me."
+++
you were sure that eunseok didn't like you. that was what you had told minjeong and ning yizhuo, another one of your good friends, when the two of them had confronted you again later. that's the truth, as far as you're aware.
that's what made the most sense too; why the hell would the ace soccer captain be any level of interested in a person who spent all of their time studying and tutoring? someone who was known to be a reserved and kind enough person but a complete hardass when it came to their academics?
yizhuo's words echo in your mind as you sit on your bed, having completed your nightly routine of taking your vitamins and doing your skincare.
he'd never ask you if he wasn't interested.
you hated when she was right. especially when it meant that you were wrong about something. most especially because it meant that you were being emotionally unaware of something.
you stare at your phone, as if staring at it long enough would produce the answers you're searching for - the same thing you'd been doing for the past half hour. you know that you should go to sleep soon; you didn't have any tutoring tomorrow but you were planning on using the time to study, not having had much time over the weekdays to study.
but almost against your own reason and will, your arm reaches for your phone and types out a message recklessly, pressing send before your brain has the time to catch up to the antics of your foolish heart.
you: you wanna go to the arcade with me tomorrow?
you gasp at your own message, scandalized by your sudden initiative and something so out of character for you. you couldn't remember the last time you'd spent more than a couple minutes doing something fun.
actually, that was a lie. you'd just gone to eunseok's game. and you'd had fun. it was something about him that made you want to set down your pens and embrace life. or something else cheesy like that.
your heart jumps when eunseok's response comes, not even a minute after you'd sent the initial message.
song eunseok: i'd lvoe to. song eunseok: **love song eunseok: no tutoring tomorrow?
you type out a response, looking up to check the time on the desktop computer, catching a glimpse of your reflection. why the hell were you smiling?
you: not tomorrow. they canceled since they're going to busan for the weekend. song eunseok: ohhh i see. song eunseok: then let's do it! 1pm? you: sounds good. you: :)
you cast your phone aside on your nightstand, not bothering to read whatever messages eunseok had sent afterwards, instead drifting off into a somewhat peaceful and somewhat anticipatory sleep as you dreamt of the next day.
+++
you're uncharacteristically nervous, knee bouncing as you check your watch for the time for the third time in the past thirty seconds. much to your dismay, it was still very much 12:45 PM.
never had you been this nervous on the day of an important exam or a recital for violin. mostly because those were things that came somewhat easily to you - practice, practice, practice and you would succeed in any task given to you.
but friends? specifically friends who asked you on dates (according to yizhuo and minjeong, that's what this was)? you were somewhere between absolutely lost and crazy scared.
it's just eunseok, you have to breathe and remind yourself. just song eunseok. the stoic soccer team captain. your english project partner. the one that you've been getting a little too influenced by lately.
you consider turning around and heading home to safer territories (textbooks) and bailing on eunseok but before you can put your escape plan into action, the bane of your existence and cause for your issues appears in your vision, jogging over to you with the classic blank face that you've grown used to.
the shit-eating grin on his face that grows when he sees you already sitting on the bench outside the arcade is something that you're not used to, however, and it makes you blush at the implication.
"i'm a very punctual person," you say as soon as eunseok is in earshot, your ego smarting.
"i never said anything," eunseok retorts and you just harrumph, crossing your arms over your chest. "besides, i thought i'd definitely get here before you. you know, to practice."
your eyebrows knit together as you try to decipher the meaning behind his words. "to practice? practice what?"
eunseok's smile grows a little more bashful and sincere as he turns to face the arcade, unable to face you. "practice showing you that i'm worth wasting your saturday afternoon on instead of studying."
you fumble for words, leaping to your feet and marching into the arcade. "i'm not wasting my saturday afternoon on you! i'm - i'm showing you that i can be fun!"
eunseok just watches you enter the arcade, a dopey expression on his face and he jogs to follow you inside, slinging an arm around you in a casual motion that neither him nor you were expecting.
"you're plenty of fun, y/n. you have nothing to prove." eunseok's voice is soft and sweet above your head, and a little too sincere for you to pass over his words nonchalantly. you step just the slightest bit closer into his embrace, an action that doesn't go unnoticed by him and his grip, previously loose and lax so that you could push him off whenever, grows just the tightest bit stronger.
"that sounds like someone who's scared of getting their ass kicked in dance dance revolution."
"oh hell no. you're on, miss school topper."
+++
as much as you hate to admit it, you have an incredible time with eunseok at the arcade. although you don't live up to your own expectations of your performance at arcade games (you chalk it up to lack of practice), eunseok exceeds your expectations.
even games that he says that he's never attempted before come to him easily, and he beats you at every single one of them, even with handicaps such as shooting with one hand for the basketball game or closing his eyes and playing whack a mole.
it's somewhat damaging to your street cred (not that you were banking on any street cred, to be honest) but eunseok manages soothe your ego by winning you three plushies at the claw machine (which he was also good at; you were starting to think that he was ai). two of them were matching so you hand him one of them, saying that it could be a good way to remember this afternoon together.
"i don't think i forget this afternoon," eunseok says when you hand him the plushie.
"hm?" you ask, somewhat distracted by the cute plushies in your arms.
"nothing," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "what do you say we go get some coffee? there's a really nice cafĂŠ nearby here."
"oh yeah, lets go. i love memories cafĂŠ; i study there all the time," you say, hugging the plushies to your chest.
"really? one of my friends works there! you should've told me before; i would've gotten you free coffee this whole time," eunseok exclaims, waving goodbye to the arcade employee that he'd become rather familiar with after all his visits to their establishment. the employee points to you subtly and gives him a thumbs up to indicate her approval of eunseok's type, and he just fake bows in agreement, walking out the arcade with a silly smile.
"which one? the tall one? i forget his name but he's pretty popular on campus, isn't he?" you say, your voice growing unsure as you try to place him in your memory.
"sungchan?" eunseok asks darkly, a troubled expression on his face. "yeah, he's pretty popular. for being pretty. and popular. and good at a lot of stuff."
"yeah, sungchan! he's the one who works there, isn't he? yizhuo always drags me to go when he's working because she thinks he's cute," you say before turning to eunseok with a gasp. "don't tell anyone i told you that! god, i can't believe i let that slip!"
eunseok chokes out a laugh, shaking his head. "i won't tell anyone, trust me. but, uh, do you think that he's cute? i mean you come to cafĂŠ pretty often right? is it because...because you think he's cute?"
you frown, trying to conjure his face in your mind before shrugging. "nah. i mean i see why people think he's cute but he's not really my type."
eunseok's heart leaps for joy before stopping at the end of your sentence. "uh, you have a type?"
he opens the door to the cafĂŠ for you when you reach it. you enter it, mumbling a quick thanks as you brush past him.
"sure. which teenage girl doesn't?" you quip, not even bothering to read the menu, already sure of what you were going to get.
eunseok scans the cafĂŠ, before groaning internally as his eyes land on his co-captain, flashing sweet smiles to every person that steps up to the register, never failing to make them swoon.
"care to share?" eunseok asks, shielding you from sungchan, wanting to prevent the clash for as long as possible.
"only if you do," you retort, and eunseok's stuck between figuring out how to keep you from seeing sungchan (or realistically, sungchan from seeing you) and how to tell you that you were his type, without actually saying your name.
he's saved and damned at the same time when sungchan calls out his name, and you peek around eunseok's body to see sungchan standing there in all of his tall, beautiful glory.
"sungchan, hey," eunseok says with a grumble, and you look up at him worriedly. he rushes to fix his tone, not wanting you to think that he was a salty or shitty friend.
"i see you've brought a friend," sungchan says smugly, and he extends his hand over the counter for you to shake. "hi! i'm sungchan, eunseok's co-captain."
you accept his hand, shaking it politely. "nice to meet you. eunseok's talked you up a lot. i'm y/n, by the way."
sungchan's eyes dart to eunseok at the mention of his praise, who's still brooding slightly, with a slight smile on his face. "trust me, there's no person at our school who doesn't know our resident number one academic. you haven't given up the throne since the day you stepped in our school."
you blush, trying to shrug casually. "i'm just really lucky to have the opportunities i do."
"intelligent, humble, and beautiful? how'd you get a girl like this to give you the time of day, seok-ie?" sungchan says, and it's like rubbing salt in the wound. sungchan is joking, and eunseok logically knows that he is just teasing him for finally working up the courage to ask you out three years after he developed feelings for you. but for some reason, the sweet smile on your face directed at sungchan instead of him made him upset.
"trust me, i have no clue either. she's pretty much perfect, isn't she?" eunseok says finally, and the sheer sincerity in his voice is enough for you to rip your gaze away from sungchan and to eunseok, who's looking at you with honey dripping from his eyes.
the sweetness in his eyes makes your heart race for some reason and you clear your throat, unable to turn away from eunseok for a good couple seconds before looking at the menu behind sungchan's head.
"well, uh, could i get a vanilla latte please? hot, not iced," you say, hating the quirk in your voice. eunseok's gaze is heavy on your face and he can barely find it in himself to turn away, ordering the same thing as you.
sungchan smirks, entering the order as his eyes dart between you and eunseok, both standing less than a foot apart but unable to look at each other.
"alright. i'll bring it over to your table, then. pro tip, the second floor has the best spot to watch the sunset in thirty minutes," sungchan says. eunseok nods in thanks, pulling out his wallet to offer sungchan a ten thousand won bill to cover your coffee and his own but sungchan just waves him away.
"today's coffee is on me. for the momentous occasion of song eunseok going on a date for the first time in his life," sungchan says and your head whips to see eunseok's reaction.
this was his first date? you think. but he's so popular! and so handsome...how has no one asked him out before?
almost as though sungchan can read your mind, he responds for eunseok. "he's been asked out so many times but he insisted that he was waiting for the one."
sungchan's words barely register in your mind, and your thoughts are still racing when eunseok guides you upstairs and to the table that sungchan had suggested.
"you've been waiting for the one?" you ask with an incredulous tone and eunseok tries his best to play it off casually.
"sungchan just says whatever. it's mostly because i didn't have the time," eunseok explains. and because none of the people who asked me out were you, he thinks, but doesn't voice aloud.
"hm. honestly, before you asked me out, i kinda thought i was going to die single," you admit after a couple moments of silence.
"why would you think that? we're only eighteen! and besides, you're smart, talented at violin, beautiful, and a bunch of other things i can't think of right now. anyone would be lucky to date you," eunseok says indignantly and you smile, but it doesn't quite reach your eyes.
"if i'm being honest with you, it's all just to cover up my own insecurities. in middle school, i wasn't that smart and i didn't really care about my grades. i had a crush on this kid - i think his name was shotaro? - but he didn't really notice me. i wasn't the smartest kid in the grade, or the prettiest one, or even rich enough to dress up nicely and wear the things i wanted to.
"i don't think he actually cared about any of that stuff but my own insecurities sabotaged me enough to convince myself that he wanted nothing to do with me because i wasn't good enough. so i threw myself into everything i could. violin, academics, working out - everything. i started getting quieter and quieter because i thought that no one would want to listen to what i had to say.
"and the more i did things like that, the more i got used to being like that. i got used to being alone and focusing on my academics and stuff. even minjeong and yizhuo have always been closer to each other than they have been to me. they do fun things without me and that's mostly my fault because i never truly let them in but i don't know. it's hard to remind myself that people want to be my friend.
"especially because everyone thinks that all i think about is stuff like my studies and violin. it's hard to have fun and make memories when there's no one to make memories with. i just wish that i could have days like this, where i go out and have fun and do the things i want to with someone who wants to make memories with me."
you sigh, brushing away the tears that had welled up in your eyes as you had spoke. eunseok is silent the whole time and you finally come to your senses, rushing to lean forward in your chair and explain your sudden outburst of emotions.
"i'm so sorry for talking your ear off! i have no clue what my problem is; i promise i'm not usually so full of myself. i don't know why i'm talking about myself so much - "
eunseok doesn't let you finish. before your brain can even process, eunseok's lips are on your cheek, and your entire body just freezes.
and before you can understand what's happening, eunseok's back in his chair, looking at you as if you were the one who had kissed him, rather than vice versa.
"sorry! i just - i didn't mean to kiss you without your consent. i'm sorry. i just really don't want you to continue berating yourself," eunseok says. "i really like you and it really sucks to know that the one person that you like the most - the person that you wish nothing but the best for - doesn't like themself nearly as much as you do."
he leans forward in his chair, turning his head so that his cheek was facing you.
"you should slap me. i can take it! i deserve it, anyway," eunseok says, squeezing his eyes shut when he feels a breeze descend on his cheek. but instead of the stinging of a slap, it feels as though a soft pillow has touched his cheek.
eunseok opens his eyes to see you leaning over the table to press your lips to his cheek and in his shock, he turns his head and suddenly his lips are on yours and you're kissing in this cafĂŠ.
it's like fireworks explode in eunseok's body, especially when you raise your hand to touch his cheek gently before pulling away, eunseok resting his forehead against yours.
"this is cute and all but do you mind doing this at home? i'm gonna lose my job and maybe my lunch if i have to watch this any longer," says sungchan's smug voice from behind eunseok, and the two of you leap backwards into your respective chairs.
"sorry man," eunseok manages to choke out, and you just hide your face in your hands, too embarrassed to look up.
"don't mind me," sungchan quips, setting down the two cups of coffee and retreating down the stairs, shoulders shaking from trying to hide his laughs.
"this is going to be all over school, isn't it?" you groan, your head letting a resounding thunk when you collapse against the table. eunseok gets up to hunt down and sungchan and swear (read: threaten) him to secrecy but you reach out, catching eunseok's sleeve.
you let go when eunseok stops to look at you, a hot flush on your cheeks. "i don't mind it, honestly. i mean, i was never expecting my first relationship to be such a public one but there's no sense in hiding things right?"
"wait, wait, wait. we're in a relationship? that you're okay with being public with?" eunseok says, and he can see you visibly debate back-peddling and taking back your statement or going forward with conviction.
it seems that you've chosen full throttle when you cross your arms over your chest, leaning on the table. "isn't that what you want too? a relationship? i'm assuming that you wouldn't kiss me if you didn't want me to be something more than a friend to you and i wouldn't kiss you if i wasn't open to exploring being that something more."
eunseok feels as though he's on cloud nine, slinking back into his chair with the satisfaction of a cat with a bowl of cream.
"trust me, there's nothing that i want more than that."
+++
as the two of you had expected, the school is quick to catch onto the budding relationship between you and eunseok and quite frankly, it feels refreshing for you to be associated with something other than excelling your academics.
eunseok breathes fresh air into your life just by his mere presence. he coerces you into coming to his soccer matches, never failing to run into the bleachers to scoop you up in his arms and kiss you like you're the only two people in the world.
the news of the resident ms. brain and mr. brawn dating had spread like wildfire, and an instagram post with eunseok spinning you and kissing you after winning the seoul championships garners over four hundred thousand views, your romance going viral. so viral, in fact, that someone had created an instagram account just to document your relationship - the account had over three thousand followers, as of the last time you checked.
you'd initially thought that the attention that your relationship spun up would cause issues between the two of you but more than anything, it caused you to work through any issues that came up with communication and healthy relationship counseling (sungchan flirting with you until eunseok finally got off his ass and apologized after fucking up - only whenever fights were about stupid things that either of you were too proud to give in about).
and just like that, months passed by within the blink of an eye. the instagram account (you're somewhat sure that park wonbin and kim minjeong were running the account from sheer amount of footage from close up the instagram page featured) posted a video of eunseok playing insanely well at a match after one of the times that sungchan had been called in reinforcements.
eunseok's dream college had extended a soccer scholarship, and he'd committed within twenty fours of receiving the offer and soon after, you committed to the same college.
when various people, eunseok included, asked you why you'd chosen to go to the same school as eunseok, rather than a bigger or more prestigious school (although this school was still top six in the nation), you'd just smiled and leaned into eunseok's embrace.
"i can study and do well anywhere. i can't make memories to cherish and share for the rest of my life if i go anywhere else." is all you say to everyone who asked and eunseok thanks his lucky stars that he'd kissed you that day in the cafĂŠ to be able to hold you and talk about a future with the two of you like this.
and just as fast the last couple months had passed by, a full ten years pass by. the ten years are filled with moments of happiness and sadness, laughs and tears, but filled with life that you wouldn't trade for the world.
and when you and eunseok walk together to the high school reunion held at someone's restaurant, hand in hand, looking the same as you had as stupidly in love teenagers ten years ago, next to no one is suprised.
"look who it is! it's mrs. brawn and mr. brain now," someone calls out, causing all of your classmates to erupt into laughter. the both of you just look at each other and smile, flagging down where sungchan and minjeong are sitting and taking your own seats next to them.
"by the way, eunseok, how'd you get our resident genius to go out with you anyway? or even fall in love hard enough to go to the same college as you?" someone you don't really recognize asks from the other side of the restaurant and the entire restaurant buzzes with excitement, waiting for eunseok's answer.
eunseok smiles and exchanges a look with sungchan, a teasing glint in his eyes. "let's just say that sungchan isn't allowed within ten feet of my wife."
and with that, the restaurant breaks out into cheers and laughter, everyone returning to their conversation, the attention turning to the most eligible bachelor of their grade, jung sungchan.
minjeong leans over to whisper in your ear. "it's a good thing you had a private wedding; i bet half of these people don't know that sungchan was eunseok's best man."
you shrug, laughing freely with everyone else. "half of these people also don't know that you and sungchan have been dating for the past three years."
eunseok's wedding band flashes under the light as he raises his glass to toast to the 'inside joke' that the four of you shared, clinking his beer with the three of you.
"to the bambi boy and the winter girl!"
"to mr. brawn and mrs. brain!"
"i can't believe i graduated from ms. brain to mrs. brain."
"and i can't believe that you and eunseok have been together for eleven years instead of fourteen because eunseok was too much of a pussy to ask you out when he started liking you."
"JUNG SUNGCHAN, I'M GOING TO FLAY YOU!"
"don't skin my fiancĂŠ please. you can do whatever you want after the wedding."
"i can't believe my fiancĂŠ hates me this much."
"i can't believe these people are our friends."
"i can't believe i finally scored mrs. brain."
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Because I'm the Weakest
Pairing: yandere!Satosugu x fem!reader
Warnings: Rape/non-con, Dead dove, darkfic, dissociation, trauma, rape fantasy, rape aftermath, vomiting (not during sex), unhealthy relationships, non-consensual drug usage, drugged sex, canon typical violence, sexism, implied/referenced alcohol usage/abuse
Contains: F/M/M, spitroasting, oral sex, penis in vagina sex, blow jobs, face-sitting, come play, overstimulation, voyeurism, slight size kink, humiliation/degradation, vaginal fingering, mentioned Nanami.
Word count: ~6,5k
Summary: Growing up as a female sorcerer has not been easy, especially when you are overshadowed by two prodigies. You used to form a tight-knit friend group, but now in adulthood everyone battled their own demons whether it be a god complex or feelings of inferiority. Gojo Satoru revives a group chat that was almost long forgotten, inviting you and his boyfriend for a long weekend, just like the old days. Before the regrettable night, you wouldn't have ever thought that you'd need to raise a fist against a friend.
A/N: Hey everyone, another fic but this time featuring our two favorite dudes with insanity turned to the max. This fic is once again full of warnings and proceed with caution and read the tags! Remember to take care of yourself. Otherwise enjoy and feel free to like and comment <3
read on ao3 PART II
âBooring,â Satoru complained audibly as he looked through the streaming servicesâ different movies and series. The little icons changed from bombshell babes to twisted faces with titles written in blood. He was sprawled over the corner of a ridiculously huge couch and he was wiggling his foot as a nervous tick of his. He wasnât wearing his usual garb, instead he had opted for something more relaxed and comfortable.
âIf youâre so bored you should help us out in the kitchen,â Suguru sighed, his black hair draping over his shoulders, still slightly wet from the shower he had taken earlier. When you had pointed out that he was leaving droplets of water everywhere where he went, Suguru had just smiled at you and told you that itâs better for hair to air dry.
He held a knife in his right hand and the other one held onto a cucumber to keep it in place. His fingers were slender but by no means unmanly. Suguru wasnât too fixated on the vegetable in front of him, chopping away with confidence only experience would provide.
âAnd where would the fun be in that since I got you two as my private chefs?â Satoru pouted as he shoveled candy in his face.
âYouâre going to lose your appetite, if you eat candy now,â you chimed in, poking the halloumi that kept on sizzling on the pan. The water evaporated in a mist that warmed your cheeks in the cool apartment. It wasnât actually cold in the open plan kitchen, but you had spent long enough in front of the appliances to break a sweat.
âIâd eat it anyway,â the white haired man whined as he got up from the couch finally settling on a tv series that started playing mindlessly in the background. âSo, what am I supposed to do?â He asked after grabbing a piece of pomegranate from a small see through bowl. He walked behind you both like a shark, eyeing the ingredients and you, uncomfortably close.
âSet the table and learn to bitch less,â you joked.
âYou wound me,â Satoru said, feigning sadness, but did as he was told.
The three of you were residing in an apartment that Satoru had bought himself from one of the skyscrapers surrounding Tokyo. After Jujutsu High it had gotten increasingly hard for the three of you to meet as adult responsibilities weighed heavily on both of their shoulders, â especially Satoruâs, but you saw the similar pain carried in Suguru just as well.
You were not weak, but you could not compare to the two prodigies. On the days when you felt down, the pain of third wheeling constantly ate you up, sometimes so much so that you rather left the two men talking together in the group chat. It furthered the wedge between you and them, until the messages became sparse and you almost could pretend not to know them.
It had been six months since the last time you met, but one day Satoru broke the silence and a notification popped up from your shared chat. It had taken you by a surprise, you were vaguely aware that even him and Suguru had issues with fitting each other in their lives, due to individual missions and what not. So the fact that Satoru decided to deliberately send a message to you as well, got you anxiously excited. He reached out to you. You. A high school friend that barely kept in touch with him.
âGuys! I refuse to work this weekend so come to my place. Letâs have a get together like the good old times â¤ď¸ â¤ď¸?? A little sleepover if you will!â
âLol what about the higher ups?â Suguru had asked, typing back way too fast.
âActually never mind I donât want to be made into an accomplice in your crimes,â Suguru had continued.
âAm I invited too?â You had asked, hands shaking slightly as you stared at the bright screen, already tucked into bed. It was late, but Satoru was a known night owl.
âDamn, what have I done to earn this type of reputation đâ Satoru complained, reacting to both your and Suguruâs message. You could hear his voice as if he was there in the same room as you.
âOf course you are invited, silly. I wouldnât send this here if you werenât.â
So now you were there, living an almost ridiculously domestic life with the couple that you had been hanging out with ever since you were sixteen. They had not changed too much. They were still both tall and slender but years had rid them of the rest of the baby fat as they started to resemble more men than boys, vigorous fighting showing in their bodies in an ever gained muscle mass. You supposed you were the same too. Battle hardened. Thatâs the word you were looking for.
You were just about to sit down but you saw long limbs reaching out to the white chair pulling it backwards. You looked at Satoru with a raised eyebrow. He was acting weird.
âWhat? Iâm a host. Iâm being hospitable,â he said, voice melodic as he pressed his hand on your shoulder to pet your arm reassuringly a few times. Suguru laughed quietly as he sat down next to Satoru.
You ate and drank, buzzing with energy. It was like no time had passed and you wondered why did you ever stop talking to these two. After a drink or two you were brave enough to ask for some hot gossip. Like every high school friend, you went through old drama, like how ugly Nanamiâs haircut used to be.
âHas Nanami found love yet?â You had asked. He seemed like the type to find a decent relationship first out of all of you, but to everyoneâs surprise it was these two men.
âDo you still have a crush on him? I heard that heâs quite a looker nowadaysâ Suguru bounced a question back at you with a smile tugging on his lips. It was that one expression that looked a tad too kind.
âNo, I donât. I was just curious,â you tried to move on from the subject. You did not really discuss your relationship history with these two, at least not anymore.
âWhy?â Suguru asked, leaning on the hand he had placed on the table. The atmosphere felt off, it was as if he was challenging you. You looked at Satoru who seemed to be equally as interested in your answer.
You scratched your neck awkwardly.
âI- I think heâs too soft,â you said blushing at the implication of your words. You had turned your gaze to your almost empty bowl, your mind going to improper places. As you were buried in your embarrassment, Satoru and Suguru shared a silent look with each other.
At some point during the evening you had moved to the white haired manâs bedroom. He wanted to show you the view from the window since he lived on the 30th floor. It was magnificent. The busy streets were bustling even during the night and you stared at the small lights that blinked in different colors. Your eyes followed the cars that swerved left and right as some people were gathered up in front of bars for a smoke break. You barely could make them out from the height you were in.
Satoruâs bedroom was basically the size of someoneâs apartment. The bed was huge and sleek, unlike the common area. This room was a lot moodier and darker and it actually showed that he lived here, small bits and bobs decorating shelves and few paintings were hung up on the wall that you reckoned were Suguruâs taste.
Your drinks had changed from light cocktails to expensive red wine that you were almost scared to consume, but when Satoru saw hesitation in you he made a point to assure you that itâs all on him and after that almost instantaneously Suguru asked you something, leaving you no room to overthink.
The uneasiness still followed you. It was a gut feeling that you were really bad at listening to. You did not believe you were in danger â at least youâd like to think that as a jujutsu sorcerer youâd be trained to recognize threats by now. Luckily the red wine relaxed you, lulling you to the feeling of safety.
The volume of music was loud as the three of you listened to some throwback songs that still made you shamelessly want to dance. You were celebrating embarrassingly in Satoruâs room laughing, swaying your bodies along with the beat. It was as if you were in a club, except this was way more intimate. The world spinned around you, the warm lights mixed with the glimpses of the night sky and the longer outlines of your friends. You felt light, time slowing down and going overspeed at the same time as if you were alone on the highway. Your friendsâ smiles stretched on their faces, eyes twinkling manically as both of the men appeared to you in double. Eventually when you tired each other out the whole group collapsed on the bed still humming happily. Satoruâs bed was plush and big enough to have room for the three of you.
You noted the way the silk felt like a warm hug underneath you, the ceiling moving like a slithering snakeâs skin on savannah.
Satoru was lying on his back on the left side of you, his white hair now more tousled than before whereas Suguru was on the right leaving you in the middle of the two men.
âI think we should play a question game,â Satoruâs voice was bordering on a whisper. The music had stopped.
You stayed silent. âSatoru, Iâm not feeling too good,â you managed to say. The bed was a ship and you were a passenger of the sea.
âI didnât know youâre that lightweight,â Satoruâs hand reached out to your head to pet you, the gesture meant to lower your guards, but in your ever increasing discomfort, his touch only managed to make your skin tingle with aversion.
âJust humor us for a bit, it could be like the good old days, right?â Suguru argued, flashing a dead smile at you.
âOkay, whatever. Ask me something,â you rolled your eyes, too tired to fight them in your weird mental and physical stage.
âHmm,â Satoru turned to his side to face you, his blue gaze piercing yours as you were still laying on your back. You had no idea when he had removed his sunglasses. You heard Suguru moving next to you as well. âWhat do you mean by Nanami being too soft?â The way Satoru laid down the question was impish.
The tone of the conversation had taken a full one-eighty and you opened your mouth to answer with only lies on the tip of your tongue, but then you decided against that. Those two had a very good bullshit radar.
âDo you want to hear what I think?â Satoru grinned playfully as he licked his plump lips once.
âI think Nanami would bore you out of your mind, missionary on Mondays without the lights on? Ugh, I wouldnât want that for my worst enemy,â he said, laughter hollow full of malice. You couldnât believe your own ears.
âI think you want it rough and behind that tough girl act, thereâs an insatiable woman with some wild fantasies,â he blabbered his obscene thoughts. âTell me, have you ever had sex with two men?â Gojoâs voice was loud and it was as if he was talking to you from a speaker that had been locked in another room. He was too close, too far away and simultaneously too here.
âWhat the-â you got cut off.
âDonât curse. Itâs unseemly from a woman,â Geto said calmly.
âAnswer me,â Gojo demanded. During high school you would have described Gojoâs eyes as a beautiful spring day. You would have said that he reminded you of blue skies with perfectly white fluffy clouds, but now his eyes had turned to something much paler and darker. They reminded you of deep untouched snow drifts turned to blue in the moonlight as they sparkled ominously, waiting for the first little animal that dared to break the pristine condition.
âWhat did you do to me?â Your voice was not your own, it was weak, the accusation of your words turning dull as the red wine you had drank earlier sanded the edges away.
âNothing permanent,â Geto said.
His admittance striked terror in you. Realization hit you, you were not safe here and you felt the familiar warmth flowing in you like a second nature. You manipulated the cursed energy, channeled it and let it flow steadily in your body guiding the power to your hands, but something in it felt unstable, it felt like a chord that was almost broken just barely connecting.
âDid you know that some drugs really affect the ability to use cursed energy? Not that it would matter in your case,â Geto explained, his voice overflowing around you, sticking to your skin like honey.
âFuck you!â You yelled letting out a gust of wind to both sides, throwing the two men away from you. They landed nimbly to the floor, like cats, as you yourself hopped up from the bed, your vision blurred, walls moving back and forth, small figurines on the shelves changing color others dancing in front of your eye lids. Your head ached, pain banging against your skull, gnawing at the nerve endings that sent panic infused messages across your body, screaming: Stop moving!
âOh so you want to spar? Go on then, show me what you have,â Geto purred.
It was a pathetic attempt in your current state. Your feet took you towards the door that Geto had come to protect. Hands and feet clashed together in close combat as you drew your cursed energy that was flickering unevenly in your body. Every time you got too close to escaping either Geto or Gojo kicked you further away.
The white haired bastard wasnât even using his infinity which only added salt to your wounds. He deliberately chose to prance around you, letting you at times touch him a wild smile on his face. There was no cursed energy, no flashy techniques, just you and two overpowered men.
âDo you remember what they said in school when facing someone stronger than you?â Gojo asked, dodging your fist.
âDonât be a hero,â Geto grabbed your arm and twisted it painfully behind you. âContact someone better equipped to handle it,â he said and shoved you forwards with a force so great that you staggered towards Gojoâs table with the MacBook wobbling with force earning a âHey, thatâs my computer!â protest from the man himself.
The lights went out with a sound of shattering glass, leaving the three of you enveloped in the darkness, only city lights illuminating the room. Disorientated by the sudden change in environment you froze, breathing heavily as the two men practically surrounded you. Gojo appeared in front of you not a hair out of place.
âAnd with that, youâre dead. You really should not get distracted during training,â the white haired man shared his advice talking to you with the same tone he used on his pupils. âTruce?â He offered his hand.
You looked up. There was something sinister about the way they hovered over you. Getoâs beautiful prince-like features had turned harsh and angular, the shadows sharpening his face even more. You swallowed a bunch of bile, the effects of forcing yourself to move taking place.
âThe power disparity is too big,â Geto said. He almost pitied you. You were a smart girl, youâd figure the best move soon.
You grabbed the hand bitterly. Gojo helped you up and Geto wrapped his arm around your waist when you were about to fall again.
âCareful,â he mumbled, his hand trailing underneath your shirt. His touch felt cold against your burning skin that was damp from sweat. âWe wouldnât want you to hurt yourself,â he taunted.
âTake her shirt off. Iâve waited long enough,â Gojo said impatiently, tapping his foot on the floor.
âAlways so demanding,â Geto chuckled as he worked your shirt up, unclasping your bra unceremoniously, your breasts now free for the two men to ogle.
âPerfect tits,â Gojo said as he pawed at you and played with your nipples. You were completely overwhelmed and out of energy. Luckily, you did not have to stand on your own as Geto helped you to stay up his hands unzipping your jeans.
âWhy me?â You squeaked your head drooping in defeat as you looked at Getoâs hand that vanished underneath your panties, your trousers still on you. Your question went unanswered.
âSatoru I think you might have been right about your theory,â You felt Getoâs smile on your neck as he referenced the earlier conversation regarding Nanami.
âReally? Is she wet?â Gojo asked curiously.
âSoaking,â Geto said as he explored your soft folds with ease. âDid fighting us make you feel better about whatâs going to happen? At least you can tell your friends that you did not break easy,â Geto mumbled onto your skin pressing kisses to your neck, his hand still working on you going up and down tantalizing on your slit.
Gojo dropped to his knees pulling down the rest of your clothes. A whimper left your mouth as you shook your head powerlessly.
âLift her leg up,â Gojo instructed. Geto slid his hand behind your right knee, lifting it up till you were wobbling on one foot as you leaned on him for support. The white haired man had his lips slightly apart as he looked in awe at the sight unfolding in front of him. His mouth was watering as Geto maneuvered his hand back to your folds, spreading them in front of Gojoâs face so that his boyfriend could take a long hard look at everything you were offering.
You saw the gears turning in Gojoâs head as his expression turned to a mischievous one. âI want her to sit on my face,â he licked his lips and made his way to the bed, throwing the shirt on the floor.
âCan you move?â Geto asked as he let go of your leg, holding onto your trembling body. He tipped your head towards him, his face looking almost worried. It reminded you of the old times, but this was not the old Suguru. This was someone new. Twisted.
He helped you to the bed, where Gojo had been waiting, completely naked, his chest heaving in anticipation. Your eyes scanned him from head to toe, stopping at his cock that had already started to curve upwards. It already looked big, bigger than anything you had ever taken.
âLike what you see baby? Cause me too,â Gojo said jokingly. âWell, come here then or do you want to fuck us dry? Because Iâm fine with that,â he hurried you, the threat looming over you.
You climbed on top of him, saddling his face. Gojoâs hands immediately grabbed at your ass, pulling you towards his mouth. You could imagine the pink tip of his tongue trying out where you were the most sensitive. He was too impatient to tease you, quickly finding the bundle of nerves that was begging for his attention. He lapped at it as obscenely wet noises filled the room. Gojo sucked on your clit and you moaned loudly, throwing your head back, a sheen layer of sweat on you.
You felt him hum into your cunt as you felt the weight shift behind you on the mattress, Getoâs hand moving on Satoruâs length, pumping it roughly.
âYou see, Satoru here is a bit of a munch. He is loud during the day, but put a cock in his mouth and it works wonders at silencing him. Apparently he likes the taste of pussy too,â Geto said with a devious smile on his lips. Gojo groaned animalistically into your wet heat as the black haired man felt his own hardness straining against his boxers. It took everything in his power to not to take off his clothes and fuck you till you were cock drunk and babbling incoherently, but he had too much fun playing with you.
âHow does it feel like having the strongest sorcerer lapping you up like a regular man?â Getoâs voice was just a hush in your ear. âMen and women around the globe are going to be jealous when they hear that Gojo Satoru wanted to stick his dick in you,â Geto taunted you both as his hand focused on rotating around Satoruâs tip, spreading out the drops of precome around his cock. Satoru bucked his hips up involuntarily.
You came. Hard. You thrashed around Gojoâs head as the man between your legs held onto you stubbornly, licking and sucking through your orgasm. You felt something warm trickling straight to his face as the pressure in the lower half of your body exploded. Your voice was high pitched and desperate as you rode his face till you were sore, your already weak legs giving out.
Gojo pushed you off of him, gasping for air, pupils blown out in arousal. His face glistened in your juices and his saliva.
âYou know what, for a man whoâs shaming me for being talkative, you sure speak a lot yourself Suguru,â he pointed out. Suguru laughed, honest to god laughed, his eyes squinting contently as Satoru pulled him into a kiss.
There was something incredibly erotic watching the two men, knowing that Geto would taste the remnants of you as their lips smacked together messily. Their bodies tangled together, black hair flowing around white as Gojo buried his hand in Getoâs luscious strands. Gojo pulled his boyfriendâs face up gently exposing the bobbing Adam's apple that he kissed reverently. It was now Getoâs turn to saddle Gojo.
âI think you need to take your clothes off. Give her a little show,â Satoru said, biting into the skin on Suguruâs clavicle as his hands fumbled with the black haired manâs belt that opened with a clink.
Geto pulled his black t-shirt over his head, his taut muscles flexing. It felt like forever when Gojo caressed the man on top of him, his face in a constant grin. He took down the boxers inch by inch until Getoâs cock sprang out after being suppressed inside his clothes for too long.
âGet on fours,â Gojo ordered as you clumsily did what he told you to. He moved behind you whereas Geto took place in front of you.
âArch your back.â
You stretched yourself, lowering your torso and propping your butt up almost as if you were offering yourself on a silver platter. Gojoâs hand came down to your ass with force making your body jerk when he dug his nails on the soft skin.
âWow, you must fuck a lot of dudes judging by how low you can go. If I knew you were a whore, I would have bent you over earlier,â he laughed, his finger prodding on your entrance.
Geto pulled you from your hair. It wasnât the nice kind of pain that came when one would grab them near the scalp; instead it stung like hell, when Geto yanked your head up, putting you on the perfect level of his cock.
Gojo inserted one finger simultaneously inside you and almost immediately added another. You whined as his fingers scissored you open, your lips almost touching the head of Geto.
âYou know, I get to lie with this amazing man every day. Show him the same respect as I do,â Gojo said. Had you not been caught up in their fucked up power play, their love for each other would have truly warmed your heart.
Getoâs thumb stroked your cheek as if to apologize for what was about to happen. He let his hand trail down to your bottom lip, swiping across it gently.
âOpen.â
Satoru pushed his hand almost knuckles deep into you, a guttural moan making its escape from your lips as he used his hand to finger fuck you. Geto used your opening mouth to his advantage to stuff his cock in you. He was huge, your jaw already hurting. His tangy taste spreaded in your mouth as he softly rocked back and forth, not wanting to choke you just yet.
You hollowed out your cheeks and focused on the tip of his cock as you used one of your hands to touch what you could not fit. Getoâs eyes were half lidded as he guided your head to a rhythm that he liked as you squirmed underneath Gojoâs touch.
Gojo removed his hand from you leaving you empty, you almost missed the sensation of him, but soon felt the man behind you poking your folds with something much bigger than his fingers. You mewled in panic when he entered you, your eyes widening in shock. God he was huge.
âFocus. Eyes up here,â Geto said, patting your cheek with an open palm. The way you looked up at him made Suguru feel close to high, your pupils widened to the size of a plate, eyes glistening in tears that you held back, still holding onto a sliver of pride. Brave girl, he thought to himself.
Gojo fucked you sloppily, squelching, slapping and your gurgling filling the room as both the men used your body to chase their own highs. You felt like you were drowning and when one withdrew the other one rammed into you without a second thought. It was hard to keep your attention on Geto when his boyfriend did everything in his power to make your task at hand challenging, when his long cock grazed upon that one spot inside you from time to time.
âIâm going to finish in your mouth,â Geto was out of breath, his grip tightened around your skull. Gojo groaned behind you with his fingers digging into your hips. You were sure that youâd have handprints tattooed on your skin by the end of this night.
Getoâs movement got erratic, his cock hitting the back of your throat making you gag around him painfully. The black haired man relished in the wet warmth your mouth provided him. He was panting as pleasure coursed through him, your despaired moans only driving him further. Hot stripes of his come coated your mouth. You wanted to spit it out, or swallow it, anything to get rid of it as your face soured in disgust.
âKeep it in your mouth,â he advised as he pulled out of you. You almost wanted to spit it on his face as an act of defiance. Geto smiled at the confrontational look on your face as if he knew what you were thinking. âGood girl,â he purred when you had decided not to go against him.
Gojo flipped you quickly around to lie on your back, your legs floating in the air awkwardly as he entered back into you swiftly. He pulled you in a feverish kiss, his soft lips slightly swollen. His tongue prodded inside your mouth, Suguruâs come spreading into his mouth as you explored each other. It felt disgusting, playing with someoneâs fluids like this, but somehow it made your cunt clench around your white haired high school friend.
There was something deeply primal in the way Gojo drove into you, his head almost resting on yours as he fucked you deep and hard. You were vaguely aware of Getoâs eyes following the act in front of him, admiring the way Satoruâs muscles moved with every move, drinking up the disheveled look on you.
Satoruâs hips came to halt as he plastered his seed on your walls, making sure that he wasnât too deep, keeping his thrusts shallow enough so he could see him leaking out of your used cunt.
âFuck,â he breathed out, spent, the after glow warming him. âYou didnât come right?â He asked you, feeling slightly tired.
âNo, but it doesnât matter,â you rasped out your throat feeling hoarse after the abuse it had taken. Frankly you wanted to sleep as well.
âSuguru, can you help her out? I want to watch,â Gojo said as he fluffed the pillow underneath him to get into a comfortable position as if he was about to open the television and watch his favorite show.
âIf you hold onto her other leg,â he said as he propped your left leg around his waist and Gojo took hold of your right one. You were helpless and unable to protect yourself when you tried to squirm away from the two devious men.
Getoâs nimble fingers gathered up Satoruâs come that was trickling down between your cheeks. He pushed it back inside you, moving his fingers slowly without a hurry in the world. It reminded you of the calm before a storm.
âYouâre going to give us one more right?â Getoâs voice was reassured when he added another finger into you, thumb trailing to your sensitive clit. He knew just what to do, to get you fast back to the edge that you were teetering on earlier, already feeling overstimulated from the rough treatment you had gotten. His fingers made a come-hither movement hitting precisely your g-spot.
Gojo held onto you whispering sweet nothings to your ear, his thumb caressing your thigh. He was gentle, his touch light, eyes half lidded as he enjoyed the small whimpers coming from your mouth. He spoke to you, told you how much he had wanted you from the beginning. He spoke of how he saw that you wanted him â them. Gojo let you know how well you were doing, taking what they dished out to you, how you were brave and oh so good. He attempted to bury you in his twisted love, six feet underground, anxiety and arousal covering Getoâs fingers.
It was too overwhelming. Gojo next to you, Geto between your legs, your world still spinning around you, overstimulating touch and a coil about to snap. You wailed hollowly as you came apart on Suguruâs fingers one last time.
***
It was deep in the night, around two AM to be precise. You had shot your eyes open as the wave of nausea hit you. The two men had fallen asleep cuddling each other, limbs tangled on each other. You got up as quickly as you could, your head ache punishing you from your choices, stomach churning dangerously.
With a pitter patter from your naked feet, you carried yourself to the extravagant bathroom, barely having time to put the lights on as your nausea took over.
You doubled over the toilet seat, emptying your stomach of your earlier dinner and whatever else your friends had slipped in your drink. You held onto your hair desperately trying not to make a mess. A warm hand landed on your fist bunching up the rest of your hair gently.
âItâs okay. Iâm here,â Suguru said affectionately, stroking your head. âLet it all out. Youâre going to feel better soon.â
The acidic taste filled your mouth once again as if it was reacting to Suguruâs company. Your body forced you to throw up stomach fluids after having nothing else in it.
The way he took care of you brought up memories of the times you had taken one too many drinks, after your partner of that time had broken up with you. You remembered the way he had held you crying, snot and tears covering his shirt as you broke down.
The sound of water pouring into a glass echoed on the walls and you heard the rattle of an ice drawer disturbing the silence.
âYou should drink this,â Satoru showed up leaning on the door frame, offering the glass to you. You hesitated.
âItâs just water.â He said and took a sip as if it would prove you anything. âSee?â
You grabbed it from his hand, when you decided that you didnât care anymore, downing the entire glass in almost one swing. The cold scraped your tender throat punishingly. You should have drank more slowly.
Waking up after the night had turned to day, the windows no longer covered by the blinds. You did not remember a lot of the act, except vomiting, but that came afterwards. The city was already moving fast, a new day offering new opportunities and new exciting journeys.
You felt physically a lot better, still weird, but you no longer felt like collapsing to the ground nor did you see things twice. It was almost like you had a hangover. You looked around Gojoâs room rolling on the bed that was empty feeling relieved of having space.
There were still signs of yesterday's fighting, but random shards had been taken care of and the lightbulb changed into a working one. You had your own pajamas on you, not having the slightest idea when and how you got into your clothes. Feeling nervous you got out of the bedroom walking to the toilet to empty your bladder. As you wiped, you felt around your crotch, searching for the remainder of different body fluids. You had cleaned yourself up. Or someone had.
You washed your hands, scrubbing them together with fervor, pumping out a heap of soap on your palm.
You repeated it once.
Twice.
Until your skin was scrubbed dry.
You looked at yourself in the mirror just to see familiar features, but not anyone you could recognize. You opened the overnight bag that you had left on the side of the sink to brush your teeth and spit out the foaming toothpaste. A smell of dough frying on the pan wafted to your nose as you heard commotion from the kitchen.
You took steps to the living room to find Suguru in front of the stove flipping pancakes as Satoru was hunched over a pile of strawberries nibbling on them happily. Upbeat rock played in the background as the two men joked around and chatted. You stared at them, something seething in you.
âGood morning! Weâre making brunch,â Suguru exclaimed as he flipped a pancake over âDo you want coffee or tea?â
Nails bit into your skin as you clenched your fists together hard, your knuckles turning to white as anger turned on like a switch. You wanted to rage, go absolutely berserker, throw things at them, scream how dare you over and over. Some part of you also wanted to forget the night, pretend that itâs a nightmare, sit down with them to eat some fucking brunch.
âWhat if I tell someone,â it wasnât really a question that you wanted them to answer.
âAnd what would you achieve with that?â Gojo retorted, popping a ridiculously big strawberry in his mouth, leaving the green stem outside as he bit down, the trash floating to the table.
Suguru placed the now ready pancake onto the white plate. He grabbed the black ladle to pour more mixture on the warm pan, before he started speaking calm but collected. It was this matter of fact tone that he used as if he was disappointed in your stupidity since he was always speaking the truth. The audacity of men or something like that.
âYou know first hand how some clans look down on women, not believing that women should be sorcerers in the first place. So how do you think these powerful people are going to react to you saying that two of the strongest sorcerers assaulted you?â He mused, the conversation reminding you of ethics class where people discussed your human rights as a starter dish, completely disregarding that they were talking about real lives.
You knew how those types of people would react. They would see it only as normal, a womanâs place as a breeding machine, your sorcerer blood and womb more precious than your soul. They would argue that you were lucky or maybe that you had asked for it. Besides, it wasnât exactly atypical of people in your line of work going insane, the trail of dead comrades keeping one up for countless nights. And who better to take anger out on than the people who are perceived as less.
âEven if they did believe you, it wouldnât change our life at all. They need our skills and well, his money,â Suguru continued as Satoru grabbed three coffee cups and placed them on the kitchen island. As if, you were staying. âIt would change yours though.â
Thatâs when realization hit you. They were the type of evil that were completely aware of their sins. They knew exactly what was right and wrong, but they simply did not care, the world as their oyster.
âYouâre insane,â a tear rolled down your eye, your body trembling like a leaf.
âNot denying that one,â Satoru quipped, not taking anything serious like usual.
âIf you want to, you can leave. You are free to run your mouth however you want, block our numbers, whatever makes you sleep better. Or you can eat some pancakes as friends and have powerful allies for the rest of your life,â Geto said. âIâll ask again, coffee or tea?â
You bit your lip as the conflicted emotions flashed through your face. You despised that you viewed them still as your friends as much as your enemies. It was weird to love someone who had hurt you in one of the most violating ways possible.
âCoffee,â you mumbled as you sat down on the bar stool hanging your hands on your sides as Suguru poured the dark liquid on the blue cup.
âWe got you Plan B too,â Satoru said, throwing the cardboard box into your hands. âYou should take it. Iâm not ready to be a father,â he added.
You fumbled the package open, popping out the small pill on your hand. You didnât know how they knew that you werenât on birth control nor did you really care. You placed the tablet on your tongue taking generous gulps of water as the couple continued on cooking.
Music played as the sun shone brighter, lighting up the whole kitchen, furniture basking up in the natural glow. You ate in peace, mainly Satoru and Suguru talking together but every once in a while you added something in the conversation. You fell quickly back to the old habits, maybe at times chuckling at their stupid jokes.
You pushed away the night. You tucked it in a corner of your mind that you did not dare to look at for many weeks to come. You were just three old high school buddies catching up, nothing more. The flashbacks you saw were not yours and the long weekend continued on as a happy sleep over.
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Link to Art (credits go to @munchr00m (elaine !) on Twitter!): Sethos/Scaramouche
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Summary: Wanderer and Sethos hang out, but Scaraâs thoughts and uncertainty about their dynamic in the future end up eating at him. Sethos reassures him through convincing means.
A/N: SethoScara!! These two have me in a chokehold and the art and fanfics for these two are amazing. And here is my contribution :) Inspiration for this fic comes from this post. I did my best to retain Scaraâs bratty attitude, but I also wanted to show a softer and vulnerable side to him. So, Iâm sorry if Scaramouche seems OOC to you all. With that being said, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
P.S. There is a small scene that might be slightly NSFW to some, youâll see it when you get to it, so you can skip the section until you donât see any of the stuff you donât want to see. Canât reveal too much for spoilers. If anyoneâs interested in me writing a smut fic (would be my first!) for these two, let me know! Iâll leave a poll :)
Word Count: 1965 Also on AO3!
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The sky was a mix of red and orange hues as the sun set over the horizon. At the base of a tree outside of Sumeru City sat Wanderer and Sethos. The two of them have grown to like each otherâs presence and made the tree their special spot to be with one another.
âBeautiful, isnât it?â Sethos spoke.
âYou have poor taste in beauty,â Scaramouche answered, making Sethos chuckle. âThat wasnât supposed to be funny.â
âHehe, I know. I never get tired of your responses.â
âHmph, weirdo.â
A comforting silence settled afterward before Scaramouche spoke again.
âWhyâŚWhy do you keep putting up with me?â
The seriousness in his tone made Sethos look at him with concern.
âWhat do you mean?â
âIâm a nobody. Someone who tried to become a god. A puppet that was thrown away because they were useless. One that makes mean and snarky comments. Why? Why do you want to be with someone like me?â
A surprised look crossed Sethosâs face.
âIsnât it obvious? Itâs because I like being with you.â
Scaraâs eyes widened as Sethos continued.
âI was curious about your mysterious past and kept pestering you until you told me. When you did, I didnât turn away disgusted or begin to hate you. All it did was make me want to be with you even more.â
Conflicting emotions and uncertainty ran through Wanderer's eyes before they were stopped by a hand on his cheek.
âYou dare-â Scara started, making a move to swat Sethosâs hand away before Sethos started stroking his cheek with his thumb. He went quiet as he made eye contact with Sethos who had an endearing expression on his face.
âI'll take care of you.â
I'll take care of you.
A flicker of light is shown behind Wandererâs eyes upon hearing those words. But as quick as it came, his eyes darkened with uncertainty.
âIt's rotten work.â
âNot to me.â
Surprised, stormy eyes met determined, loving ones.
âNot if it's you.â
Those words were an arrow to his heart as tears from decades of sadness, anger, and hurt threatened to fall. The world seemed to blur around him as his senses were solely focused on the man in front of him.
âThe things you mentioned are in the past. It's time for you to move on and not let them plague your mind.â
Sethos leaned closer, accidentally making Scaraâs hat fall off his head. The latter could hardly care as he felt Sethos comb his fingers through his hair and his breath on his face. Not to mention the soft lips that were barely a millimeter from his own.
âYou aren't useless, Scara.â
Sethosâs warm breath hit him in the face as he spoke.
âYou aren't a nobody either. Since our first interaction with one another, I was obsessed with you. Your hat. Your past. Your attitude. But most importantly, what hid behind those stormy eyes of yours. And the more I got to learn about you, I began falling for you. I wanted you. I liked you. I love being with you. Your sassy attitude, you calling me a busy bee, I cherished those moments. In my eyes, you are the perfect being and you have a place in my heart. I will go to the ends of the world to fight with you. To be with you. ToâŚlove you.â
Sethos pushed forward, softly planting his lips on Wandererâs. He melted into the kiss, kissing back with fervor as Sethos took the lead.
âSethohh- mmm~â
Sethos smiled into Scaraâs mouth, taking pride in making him fall apart. Taking it a step further, he licked his lips asking for entrance. When he met no resistance and instead Wanderer parted his lips, he dove right in.
âSe- mmph! Mmhmm~â
âMmm~â
Sethos sucked his tongue, making him roll his eyes in ecstasy as he tangled his fingers in Sethos's hair. Sethos deepened the kiss, gently pushing his back to the ground.
âS- ahh! Mmm~ Aah! Mmphahh~â
âMmochi~ Hah! Scaraah~ Mmm~ You have hah~ too many ngh~ na- aah~ names~â
They continued their make-out session, drowning in each other's embrace and letting out their feelings for one another.
They broke for breath after some time. Sethos towering over Wanderer with his arms on both sides of his head and the latter laying his head back on the grass looking up at Sethos. His face was flushed, complimenting the pink and orange hues of the sky and Scara couldn't help but reach out a hand towards his cheek, caressing him.
âBeautiful,â he breathed out.
A red tint started to spread to Sethos's ears and a shy smile started to form.
âM-Me?â
âsnort. Yes, you.â
He wrapped his arms around Sethos, bringing him down to his chest.
âI hate how you make me feel so mushy inside."
There's no bite behind those words. Instead, love and affection.
âIt's my job now, honey~â
âArgh, Sethos.â
âWhat? You call me a bee, I call you honey. Plus, you are so sweet-â
âI am not sweet.â
âYes, you are. Especially your taste. Sweet like honey. No wonder I am a bee that is so attracted to you~â
Scara just groaned, his face flushed red. âWhere did you even learn to kiss like that?â he asked, changing the subject.
âOh, that. Heh,â Sethos rubbed the back of his head, rolling off him and laying beside him.
âYou know how they say the quiet ones are the interesting ones? I'm far from being quiet, but since being in the Temple of Silence, I tend to be alone in my thoughts a lot and my imagination runs wild. And when I first laid my eyes on you, I never stopped thinking what it would be like to kiss those lips of yours.â
Wandererâs heart fluttered in his chest, knowing that Sethos was thinking of him from the first time they met.
âAnd how did it feel?â he asked, turning to him.
âWe both know the answer to that.â
âI want to hear it from you.â
Sethos chuckled, facing him. âAlright, if you really want to hear it. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. The moment just felt right. When our lips touched, a pleasant tingling sensation traveled down my spine. Having your lips locked on mine, it just felt like we were meant to be together. Oh! Your moans. Donât get me started on your moans. They were sweet as hon-â
âOkay, you are just teasing and trying to make me flustered.â
âMaybe~ Is it working?â
âNot even.â
âYou sure about that? What's that reddening on your ears?â
âOh, shut up.â
âMake me.â
âIs that a challenge?â
âWhat do you think?â
âOh, you are asking for it, annoying bee.â
âI'll like to see you- ack! Ahahaha! T-Tihihickling is cheheating!â
Scaramouche smirked, hearing his giggles as he tased his sides with ease. âAw. Sucks to be you then~â
âWahahait! Nohohoho fahahair!â
Scara draped himself over Sethos, lazily tracing random patterns from his shoulder blades to his neck to his chest and back again.
âDoesn't take much for me to make you giggle, little bee.â
âHahahaha! Mohohochihi! Gehehet off mehehehe!â Sethos tried to roll around to no avail.
âHmm, let me think about it,â Scara put on a fake thinking face for a few moments before he began to knead Sethosâs hips making him choke on a surprised laugh. âNah.â A smug look crossed his face. âI want to do this all day~â
âGAhahaha! Nohohoho! You ahahare- NAHAHAHA! Nohot thahat SPOHOHOT!â
Sethos shrieked as his lover dug his fingers into his armpits causing him to clamp them down.
âYou are losing, my love~â Wanderer teased, rubbing deep circles into his lover's armpits causing him to howl with laughter.
âAHAHAHA! HOHOHONEY! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!â
âOh really? Here, let me help. Tickle tickle tickle~â
âTHAHAHATâS NOHOHOT HEHELPING! YOUâRE MAHAHAKING IHIHIT WOHORSE!â
âHow about this? Coochie coochie coo~â
âSTAHAHAP TEHEHEASING MEHEHEHE! AHAHAHA!â
âI have no idea what you are talking about,â Scara said, playing dumb.
âYOHUHU LIAHAHAR! YOU- GAHAHAHA! NOHOHO!â
Sethos squealed as Scara used his thumb to massage his upper ribs.
âPLEheaSE ScahahARA!â
âOh, my ticklish, little bee. Begging already? We are barely getting started~â
He decided to have a little mercy on Sethos, slowing down, so he could take a breather.
âThahank youhuhu,â he giggled out.
âIâll tell you what,â Scara started. âIf you donât laugh for 5 minutes straight, you win the challenge and get to tickle me to your heartâs content. If you lose, get ready to be tickled without mercy.â
âPfft, 5 minutes. I can handle that. Challenge accepted!â
Wanderer inwardly grinned, his scheme working as he kissed Sethos with passion. Being caught off guard, Sethos quickly recovered, returning the kiss, unaware of the one hand that was inching closer and closer to his side until-
âMMPHAHAHA!â
Perfect.
âNoho! Youhuhu caught mehe off guahard!â
âI win~â Scara cheekily said. âSeems like that was your best⌠what a pity.â
âYou planned that from the start!â Sethos pouted.
He stuck his tongue out towards Sethos. âBleh, I win and that is all that matters. Come here and give me my prize.â
He lunged toward Sethos, leaving him no time to escape before he crawled his fingers under his clothes and attacked his tummy.
âIâll geHEt yOUhu bahACK! AhAHAhAha!â
âKeep on dreaming little bee~â
After what felt like an eternity to Sethos of Wanderer skittering his fingers along his sensitive spots and teasing him to oblivion, his lover let up, lying right beside him.
âMouchehe, youâre a ruhuthlehess tihickler.â
âHeh, that means that Iâm still good at it or you are just too ticklish for your own good, or maybe both.â
âScaraaa.â
They both fell into a peaceful silence as they stared up at the now starry sky, enjoying each otherâs presence.
âSethos?â Wandererâs voice was soft when he spoke his name.
âHmm?â
âYour words from before, I wanted to hear someone say those words to me for so long.â
âWhich ones? You being sweet?â Sethos teased.
âSethos,â Scara groaned. âIâm trying to be vulnerable here.â
âHehe. Sorry sorry,â he chuckled, turning towards him and hugging him.
âIâm talking about when you told me youâd take care of me,â Scaramouche continued, snuggling into his embrace. âHow itâs not rotten work to you and how you love me.â
He took a breath before continuing.
âIt's all I ever wanted. Someone to say those words to me.â
A shooting star raced through the sky, lighting up his eyes. Sethos saw hope and a new spark of life in those mesmerizing eyes of his.
âI know Iâm a bratty character and thatâll probably never go away, but I love you. I truly love you, even if I donât show it at times. AndâŚand Iâll go to the ends of the world for you too.â
Sethos could see the tips of his ears reddening and he inwardly grinned at how cute he was before going in for a quick peck on the cheek.
âMochi, I love you so much. You are so freakin cute right now. But in all seriousness, Iâm happy that you are in my life and I canât wait to spend all of it with you. My sweet, honey love.â
âArchons, you are going to be the death of me you mushy bee.â
Sethos brought their lips together for a slow and soft kiss. Knocking their foreheads softly together, both of them stared into each otherâs eyes, enjoying the moment before pulling away. Sethos was the first to stand up, grinning from ear to ear. Wanderer shook his head in amusement, picking up his hat and setting it atop his head before reaching out towards his loverâs outstretched hand. They started their way back into the city, hand in hand with fingers entwined.
My Honey.
My Bee.
â
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Unbroken (Jon Snow x Reader -One shot)
Summary: Shortly after the Battle of the Bastards, Sansa discovers some unexpected news regarding YN. Jon is thrilled to hear you're alive, but unfortunately, the news is bitter sweet.
Word count:Â 3234 Sorry (This is a super long one shot for me, I usually try to keep them under 2000 words. But I guess this one got away form me)
Warnings:Â It's pretty dramatic and angsty. YN has been mistreated by Ramsay. I'm sure you know what that means!
Please feel free to send me a message/comment/ask, I would love to know what you think.
A/N:Â This fic was a request from @automaticpandadreamer Hope you like it. God knows you've waited long enough
Hello I love your book Northern Light so musch I'm still reading it three years after discovering it. I was was wondering if you could do like a Jon Snow x reader who is from a warrior house that the Starks have known for a long time. Her house get attacked by the Boltons and Ramsy does....Vile things to her as his plaything and she helps Sansa and Theon escape but not before Ramsay lays a huge whipp across her back giving her a scar but after that she meets Jon and she is happy to see jon .
Jon assumed you were dead. It hurt to even think it, but surely Ramsay would never have allowed you to breathe another day, once you helped Sansa and Theon escape. Never for one moment, did he believe he would return to his childhood home, after all these years and hear Sansa speak the words. âSheâs alive, Jon⌠YNâs alive.â Standing in the middle of the courtyard, his knuckles still covered in Ramsayâs blood, Jon found himself overwhelmed by the unexpected and welcomed news, his mind racing with cherished memories.
During his childhood, you were a regular visitor to Winterfell, accompanying your parents for feasts and celebrations and usually staying long after they returned to Bear Island. And they were some of his happiest memories. Wherever you were, Jon was never far behind. The two of you were all but inseparable. Â
You were not like other girls. Strong, fierce and surprisingly unpretentious for a highborn. Memories flooded back. Watching you shoot bow after bow perfectly into its target, while his fell uselessly to the ground. Could still remember how quickly you could saddle a horse then tease him playfully for being so slow. How many days had he spent sparring with you in that very courtyard? Snapping and splintering countless wooden swords trying to get the better of you, but you were far too quick for him. And how vividly he could recall Catelynâs disapproving stares. Never knowing if it was the fact that, you, a trueborn lady of House Mormont was allowed to train as a warrior. Or the fact that you were allowed to train with him, a bastard. Maybe it was both. Or maybe it bothered her to know that you enjoyed his friendship, maybe even valued it above her own children. Whatever the issue, Jon refused to acknowledge it, even as a little child. He would not allow her disapproval to spoil his time with you.
And when you returned to Bear Island the letters began. Parchments covered from back to front in your handwritten script. Sharing your stories, hopes and dreams, filling the void between your infrequent visits. Miles and miles may have separated you, but those letters brought you closer than ever. You were his best friend. No. You werenât. You were more than that. Much, much more. And up until now he thought he had lost you.
âWhere is she?â Jon barely breathed the words, his voice caught with fragile hope⌠hope that he was not dreaming.
Sansa answered with hesitation, âThe Maestersâ Turret.â And when Jon made a move to leave, she grabbed him by the arm, her eyes filled with concern for both YN and her brother. âSheâs not in a good way, Jon.â
Jon was silent a moment, unsettled by his sisterâs expression, âWhat do you mean⌠is she going to be okay?â He was eager to pull away, to see your face, but Sansa didnât loosen her grip.
Looking across the courtyard Sansa took a breath, her eyes settling on the spot where less than an hour ago Ramsay laid in an unconscious mess beneath Jonâs fists. Turning back to her brother she replied, âYes. She is going to be okay⌠but Ramsay heâŚâ Sansa struggled to find the right words, âHe has left his mark on herâŚâ
Jon didnât quite know what she meant, but he knew it wasnât good. Pulling away from his sister, he wasted no further time, heading straight towards the maesterâs turret. He needed to see YN with his own two eyes⌠needed to see her alive and breathing. Moving through the courtyard his eyes caught sight of Ramsayâs blood, his lips tightening into a hard line as his feet kicked through the crimson dirt. Part of him wishing his fists had drawn Ramsayâs final breath. That man⌠no⌠monster, did not deserve to live another day. And if both Sansa and YN didnât want to take it away themselves, he was more than willing to do it for them
Reaching the turret Maester Wolkan greeted him, but Jon had no time for pleasantries, coming across rather abruptly to the new master of Winterfell, though Jon paid it no thought at all. âLady YN, how is she⌠where is she?â Jonâs eyes searched behind him, seeing nothing but a dimly lit room and a shelving unit crowded with apothecary bottles.
Stepping outside the turret doorway Maester Wolkan closed the door behind him, speaking in hushed tones, confirmation that YN was inside.  âLord Snow, Lady Mormont is currently resting. I have given her milk of the poppy. Lord Ramsay he⌠he left her in a bad way⌠this time.â
Jonâs face contorted at the maesterâs words, as if the sound of them physically hurt his ears. âWhat do you mean, this time⌠what did he do to her?â Jon asked with hesitation, not sure if he was equipped to hear the answer.
Maester Wolkan was a little surprised. Sansa had not long left to find Jon and inform him. Not realising he had given her little chance to explain before leaving her standing in the middle of the courtyard. The maester shifted apprehensively on his feet, not feeling threatened by the former Lord Commander, but rather ill at ease by the intensity of his concern. âAh⌠Unfortunately, Lady YN has been here far too often these past months.â Taking a deep breath he continued, âLord Bolton did not take kindly to her aiding Lady Sansaâs escape.â
Clearing his throat, he grew even more uncomfortable⌠how was he going to explain the extent of the torture inflicted upon this poor woman, when it was clear the man before him cared deeply for her. âIt began with a single lashing the night Sansa escaped,â (leaving out the detail of how brutal that single lashing was; it tore her back wide open), âRamsay would send her here every day so I could treat her wound, only for him to whip her again the very day it healed.â
Jonâs stomach churned, but he could tell the maester still had more to say. Trying to prepare himself for the next onslaught he took a deep breath, before Wolkan continued, âEvery time I would heal her, he would whip her again⌠but last night, he⌠he could have killed her⌠Iâve never seen injuries like it.â
Burning rage twisted at Jon from deep within his core. This animal of a man had repeatedly defiled his sister, murdered Rickon before his very eyes and had been torturing the woman he loved, for months. Not even daring to imagine what other unspeakable things he probably inflicted upon her. Jon could barely think, he needed to see her. Stepping forward he reached for the cast iron latch, the urgency in his features alarming Wolkan, âIâm sorry Lord Snow, she needs to rest⌠please⌠come back tomorrow.â
Shaking his head, Jon replied, his hand already opening the door, âNo Maester⌠Iâm staying with her until she wakes⌠Iâll be quiet.â
Entering the turret, it was difficult to see, the room kept dark by heavy drapes drawn across the windows. And yet, immediately Jon felt some relief. He could hear you breathing. It was dry and raspy, but at least it was steady; it was strong. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the dim candlelight tucked away in the corner. But it was the glow of the hearth flickering around the stone walls that had the air twisting in his chest. It illuminated your form, the shadows rippling across blood-soaked bandages wrapped loosely around your torso. Resting on your stomach, you were so still, eyelids heavy with induced sleep, your hair pinned to the top of your head to keep from interfering with your injuries. The table beside you was a mess of strong-smelling ointments and bandages, while the discarded ones sat overflowing in a bucket underneath, soaked red with your blood.
A wooden chair sat in the corner, but it was not close enough, he needed to be beside you. Moving to grab it, he stopped short when he reached out and noticed his hands. They were covered in dried blood and mud, remnants of the battle that took place outside the castle walls just a few hours earlier. With a deep breath, he realised he needed to clean up just as Maester Wolkan walked in, clearly thinking the same thing.
With fresh towels under his arm and a jug of hot water in his hands, he looked to Jon, âIf youâre going to stay, Lord Snow, youâll need to clean up. Lady YN canât afford to be exposed to any contaminants.â Putting them down on a table behind a screen, he added, âYour sister is bringing you up a fresh tunic.â
Nodding his head, Jon smiled softly, âAye. I just realised that myself.â And no sooner had Jon disappeared behind the screen, came the quiet knock at the door announcing the delivery of his tunic.
Settled in the wooden chair beside you, Jon had time to think. The milk of the poppy had given you much needed hours of rest. He could tell you were heavily sedated because you barely murmured or moved when Maester Wolkan changed your dressings. And he thanked the gods. Never had he seen injuries like it. Any previous scarring left behind by Ramsay was indistinguishable, your poor back⌠it was⌠it, it didnât look like a back at all. In the end he had to turn his head away, unable to imagine what anybody could have done to deserve such treatment, let alone you. Jon sighed heavily, if only he had arrived a few days earlier, then maybe he could have saved you the suffering.
Jon thought about everything that brought you to this very room, forever scarred. It was your loyalty to the Starks, his family. When Robb called his banners, you marched beside him into every battle, leaving him thinking you had died along with his brother at the âRed Wedding.â But in the middle of his grief came some sunshine in the form of a letter. It was sealed in the familiar wax stamp of House Mormont and addressed to him in your beautiful script. Yet, clouds quickly swallowed up the sunshine when he took a moment to breathe, his heart sinking as quickly as it had soared. What if the letter had been sent before that fateful night at The Twins? Though his concern was short lived as his shaking hands unravelled the parchment. Your words making it clear that you were alive.
Dear Jon,
Iâm sorry to be writing under such dark circumstances, wishing I could fill this page as I did when I was a carefree child, to fill it with stories born of joy and hope, and memories to make us smile, but life hasnât followed our childhood dreams. Instead, we are faced with grim reality, leaving us feeling hollow and betrayed. Losing Robb at any time was going to be painful but losing him in the manner we did is incomprehensible. The betrayal and disloyalty that took place at The Twins that treasonous evening leaves me enraged.
Somehow, I was sparred. Sheer luck saved me, after leaving the hall just moments before they locked the door, managing to find my horse amongst the slaughter and escape. Our poor men stood no chance, murdered as they sat around fires drinking the very ale offered by their killers. It was an unforgivable and cowardly act that the North will never forget.
Now that Iâm home, I pray for days that begin and end with no discernible events, but I fear harder times lie ahead, much harder than I can fathom. The number of Wildings reaching Bear Island increases every week. Not to raid, but to seek refuge, and the stories they bring keep me awake at night. As a brother of the Nightâs Watch, Iâm sure youâre no stranger to these stories and the fear I see in their eyes troubles me deeply. Â
Please know that I think of you often. I canât imagine how hard it must have been receiving the news of your fatherâs death and then Robbâs while sworn to the Nightâs Watch. Every day, I pray for the safe return of Arya, Bran and Rickon and hope Sansa finds protection under her new Lannister name.
Take care Jon. I will write again soon, hopefully bringing more light in these uncertain times.
YoursÂ
YN
And your letters continued. Just as you promised. Words reliving cherished memories, furnishing his thoughts with new stories, providing much needed smiles for trying times. Until your final letter arrived. Itâs content still as fresh as the day he read it, âAt first light I will be leaving Bear Island. The Baratheon Army is marching on Winterfell, and I intend to help them take it back from the Boltons.â And that was the last he heard of you. Leaving him with no other conclusion, than believing you died alongside Stannisâ army when Ramsay defeated them in the Wolfswood. All until Sansa showed up at Castle Black and told him all you had done for her.
Jon had held no hope for your survival, sure that Ramsay would make you pay with your life. And yet, Jon had underestimated the cruelty of the beast, could not comprehend the lengths Ramsay would reach to punish your unyielding loyalty. Realising as he stared at the blood-soaked bandages which held your back together, that the sick monster had taken pleasure in the process. He enjoyed both the physical and mental damage he wreaked.
But here you were, still alive and fighting, defying Ramsay in the most determined and tenacious way. It was almost worth letting Ramsay survive if only to see you grow healthy and strong. To see you unbroken. To see the strength in your eyes as the life disappeared from his.
Pulling Jon from his darkening thoughts, came the soft whisper of his name, âJon?â
How long had he been sitting there? Jon had no idea. Somewhere amongst his thoughts he must have fallen asleep, noticing the first light of dawn creeping in around the edges of the drapes. Announcing the arrival of a brand-new day.
Fully alert now Jon slid to the edge of his chair, his heart pounding heavily in his chest, reaching out he gently took your hand, his thumb running back and forth across your knuckles. âYes, YN. Itâs me.â
You winced, as you made a move to sit up, though you tried to hide it.
Wincing in sympathy Jon carefully brushed the hair from your eyes, responding tenderly, âPlease, donât move. Stay there. Maester Wolkan has already tried sending me away. Heâs worried I wonât let you rest. Donât give him an excuse to try it again.â Giving your hand a comforting squeeze, he leaned over, his face just a few inches from yours, his voice barely a breath from cracking, âItâs good to see you YN⌠Iâm so sorry I wasnât here sooner, beforeâŚâ Jonâs eyes betrayed him, involuntarily lingering on your back.
Cutting him short, your words were a little groggy, but clearly, your mind was not, âHush Jon, it wouldnât have mattered when you arrived. He was always going to react like this.â
Without thinking, Jon asked the question he never meant to ask, at least not for some time, âWhy did he do it?â Upset with himself, he tried to take it back, âSorry YN, I didnât mean to ask, donât answer, I donât know why I- â.
Cutting him short again, you answered without hesitation or regret, âI provoked him when he said he was going to take pleasure watching the bastard of Winterfell die.â Anger flashed across your features as you recalled the moment, defiance rooted deeply in your voice, âI told him this battle would be his last⌠That you may be a bastard by name, but he is a true bastard in every other sense of the word.â
Jon thought he saw a smile touch your lips, not sure how you found amusement in your current condition, âHe didnât like it when I told him he was going to lose, that soon the flayed banners will be lying in the dirt where they belong.â  You cleared your throat, the action causing you to wince again, âI can still see his rage, him waiting for an apology, for me to beg for my life⌠But I couldnât⌠I just stared back⌠said, kill me if it makes you feel better⌠But it will not save you.â
Jonâs heart broke, his guilt intensifying. His lips started forming an apology, but you refused to let him speak the words, knowing exactly what was running through his mind. Despite your discomfort, you took your hand from his, reached for his cheek and spoke, âStop Jon, donât you dare apologise. Itâs not your fault⌠heâs a monster. I donât regret it and if I had the chance I would do it again.â Jon shook his head in disbelief, no one would willingly endure your suffering if they had the choice, but here you were speaking the words. Never had he been more in awe of you.  âI would. I had control in that moment⌠I won the battle. He didnât break me, Jon. He couldnât. I wouldnât let him. Not once⌠Not ever.â
Struggling to ignore the heavy lump forming in his throat, he swallowed thickly, forcing himself to remain strong, if only for you. âI donât know how you did it, YN. Youâre stronger than any woman Iâve ever known. Ramsay will pay⌠pay for everything he has done to you and Sansa. What you did for her, I canât⌠I donât know how I can ever repay you.â
Moving your hand from his cheek, you rested your head against the bed, taking his hand your expression softened, your beautiful eyes trying to disguise their pain. Tears gathered behind his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. With a deep breath, you somehow found the strength to smile, âRemember the blue lake I used to talk about when I was little. The volcanic one my father would take me to?â
Jon nodded, a soft smile warming his features, âOf course, you used to talk about it all the time.â Pink touched his cheeks when he recalled, âI still have the picture you drew of it. And the letter you sent it with.â
âYes, I remember asking if I could take you there one day.â Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, your eyes searched his, looking for something. Something to grab on to or hope for. Something to look forward too. And as you spoke again, he knew he would do everything in his power to give you what you needed. âI know defeating Ramsay Bolton is only the beginning. We have many battles left. But promise me, when we come through the other side of them, you will let me take you there.â
Moving closer, he knelt beside you. You looked so tired and drained and somehow even more beautiful than he remembered. With the greatest care he took your face between his palms, placing a feather light kiss to your forehead, his reply more sincere than any words he had ever spoken. âI promise. But for now, you must rest. Sleep⌠Iâll still be here when you wake.â
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Let Them See
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: leon teases you while you're at the bookstore. on the way home, he has to pull over to deal with it.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, oral (m receiving), daddy kink, praise/degradation, dubcon elements (reader is scared of being caught), thigh fucking, he cums inside, car sex, road head, teasing in public, crying, sub space (forgive me if i'm using that incorrectly)
word count: 4.9k
a/n: i feel absolutely depraved. thank you to @sleepyluxe for the idea. this does reference my other fic, but it's not important to the plot. just if you read that one, this is like a little sequel! if you sent me a request, i am working on it, please be patient with me. i hope everyone enjoys. special smooches to everyone who reblogs and comments and sends me asks :) you don't know how much it means to me <3
tags: @dwkfan @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @sleepyluxe @petitecolibri @death-paint @luniaxi @bizzarethirst lmk if you would like to be added to the list!
You gaze out the window of the car, looking around at the beautiful day outside the glass. You softly hum along to the song playing on the radio as Leonâs fingers rub tiny circles on your inner thigh. You occasionally look over at him to watch him drive, your eyes full of all the love in the world. Your boyfriend finally had some time off, and he was spending it with you.
The entire day so far consisted of the two of you going around and just doing whatever you wanted. Just having fun together. Now, you were on the way to the bookstore. You had no shopping agenda, it was just another stop on your series of activities.
He pulls the car into a parking space near the shop and shuts it off. He squeezes your thigh once more before leaning over to kiss your cheek.
âYou ready, sweetheart?â he asks while stroking your face softly.
You nod and lean in for one more sweet kiss.Â
The two of you exit the car and head towards the store. Your hand finds his immediately, interlacing your fingers together. You lean your head against his shoulder as the automatic doors glide apart to let you in. His expression softens when you display your need to be close, and he kisses the crown of your head.
You wander the aisles together, looking through different sections and pointing out different things youâd read or wanted to read. Eventually, you end up in the romance section. Leon shifts his position to stand behind you and watch from over your shoulder. His arms circle your form, encasing you against his chest while he nuzzles the side of your head and kisses your cheek a few times.
You smile and turn your head slightly to give him a small kiss as you read the synopsis of the book in your hand. You guessed he had missed you lately since heâd been working so much. He was usually pretty attached to you right after coming home, and you never minded because why would you? If he needed extra affection, you would never deny him that.
Your intuition was half-correct because your boyfriend had missed you and did want to be in physical contact with you constantly right now, but the reason behind his current touchiness was a different type of longing.
He was so pent up from being away from you. A couple of days before he left for his last mission you had let it slip that you wanted to call him Daddy, and he had been feeling wild ever since. Sure, heâd fucked you until you couldnât walk prior to him leaving and spent nearly all of last night inside of you, but it wasnât enough. He craved you so deeply. He could feel every cell in his body yearning for you.
In his time away, it felt as if images of you clouded his mind in every waking moment. If he wasnât actively fighting for his life, but even in those moments too sometimes, he was thinking of you. Your blissed out, flushed face, and your soft parted lips spilling entrancing sounds of pleasure. The way he could nearly see a physical change once you heard him praise you or remind you to be good for Daddy haunted him each minute he was across the globe from you.
It was like a new part of you had been unlocked to him. A side of you that looked at him with such reverence that he almost couldnât stand it. He loved every facet of your personality, but this piece of you that wanted nothing more than to love him and be taken care of drove him up the wall.
He takes a deep breath while peppering the side of your neck with gentle kisses, inhaling your scent. He lets out a hum next to your ear, quiet enough so only you can hear, but in a tone to let you know what he desires.Â
Despite his hinting, you just smile again and give him another chaste kiss. You were still too focused on that book for his liking. He watches you flip through the pages and scan different passages. He is disinterested for the most part until a certain section of words catches his eye.
âHis manhood glides into her sopping heat,â he reads with a low chuckle. He gives you another peck on your temple. âThis what you read when Iâm gone, honey? So dirty, but I guess I shouldâve known.â
âOh, shut up,â you say with a roll of your eyes. You gently jab your elbow back into his abdomen.
That makes him smile and hold you even tighter against his broad front. His hands slowly rub either side of your body while his warm breath is blowing over your neck.
âNo, itâs ok, baby. I know youâre insatiable. You gotta take care of yourself somehow when Iâm not there,â he says quietly against your skin.
âLeon,â you say in a warning tone. It wasnât so much what he was saying that was starting to get you hot. It was the low rumble of his voice, his lips brushing your throat, and his thick biceps locked around you like boa constrictors.
âI can just see it. You in bed, book in one hand, the other down your shorts, those fingers playing with your pretty, aching pussy. Hips bucking while you bite your lip,â he breathes, âBut itâs probably not enough, is it? No, Iâve got you trained so well, baby girl. I know you canât cum without Daddyâs help. I bet you call out for me when Iâm not there, wishing it was me buried between those cute legs instead of your hand.â
âLeon,â you say, trying to speak in a warning tone, but it comes out as a soft whine. Your cheeks felt hot and your head a little dizzy.
âLeon?â he mocks, âThatâs not who you were crying for last night, sweetheart.â
âDaddy,â you correct yourself quietly, turning your head to look into his eyes. His lips curl further into a predatory grin.
âThatâs it. Good girl,â he coos and kisses your nose, âDaddyâs girl is so smart, remembering things like that. Good to know you keep some of that mind after I fuck it dumb all night.â
The way he taunts you makes it feel like your knees are going to buckle. You try to plead with him through your eyes. The aisle you were in was empty and towards the back of the store, but your mind was running rampant with thoughts of someone else catching the words that left his mouth.
âWhatâs that look for, princess?â he laughs in a hushed tone, âI thought you loved when I talked like that.â
âWhat if someone hears?â you ask softly.
âOh, baby,â he coos, âAre you afraid of someone seeing how pathetic you are for Daddy?â
Heat bunches in your lower abdomen making you shift a little. You nod.
âScared of someone seeing how you rub those gorgeous thighs together? How you canât meet anyoneâs eyes? How you have to hold Daddyâs hand to feel ok?â he whispers before nipping at your earlobe, âAnd all just from a few words.â
Your breath hitches and you fight to keep the whimper blossoming in your throat inside. âWeâll get in trouble,â you say, your voice shaking.
âAw, my sweet girl doesnât want to get in trouble?â he teases, âBaby, weâre just talking. If you can just keep yourself under control, weâll be fine. I know itâs hard for you though. You hear Daddy, and you become such a needy little slut.â
Your head hangs forward a bit. You stare at the ground trying not to let yourself lose it in public. You were slipping into that state of mind where all you wanted was to be good for him. You wanted to just drop to your knees and have him pet your head while you sucked him off.
He knows whatâs going through your mind. He can read you like no other. One of his hands slides down to your stomach to gently caress you there. The book you were holding was long forgotten, and Leon smiles wide as you push it back onto the shelf.
âI mean, even if someone did hear me, it wouldnât be that bad, would it? Itâs not like theyâre seeing you when weâre alone. When youâre whining and crying for my cock like a bitch in heat,â he rasps.
âDaddy, stop,â you whimper. You felt hot and achy with need. You just wanted him to hold you and fuck you until you couldnât think, but you were stuck in the middle of this store with bright lights and people walking around and nowhere to be alone.
âDo you really want me to stop, angel?â he asks, âI know you love this. I know you love feeling all shy and needing me to make it better. I think deep down you want everyone to know what a whore you are for me. You want âem to know how I own you.â
You bite your lip. You were getting so turned on, you felt like you could cry. The mix of shame and arousal swirls inside your head and pushes all other thoughts out. It was just you and Leon right now, no one else mattered. Being seen like this was becoming less of a worry to you.
âYeah, thatâs what I thought,â he says with a smirk, âI know you love it. I bet you if I put my hand down your pants right now, youâd soak my fingers. I just know youâre dripping from being reminded how pathetic you are for me.â
You turn around in his hold to hide your face against his chest. Your arms wrap around his body so that youâre as close as possible. If someone else saw you now, they might just think you were having a bad day and Leon was comforting you in earnest.
Your display of submission amuses him. His face is smug. He rubs your back and cradles your head.
âAw, baby, are you gonna cry? Is this too much for you, sweetheart? Are you embarrassed I can get you this desperate from my voice alone?â he croons.
âYes,â you say. Your tone is desperate, both for him and to leave the store.
âBut why are you embarrassed, honey? You like being claimed, donât you?â he coos and tilts your head up by your chin, taking in your flustered expression, âYeah, you like when people see us, and they know that youâre mine just from one look. So what is there to be embarrassed about, babydoll?â
âI like it⌠but⌠I just⌠because-â you struggle to articulate yourself as you gaze into his piercing eyes and he begins rubbing his knuckles along your jawline.
âBecause you donât want anyone else knowing? No one else can see how much you like being controlled because itâs shameful, isnât it? Itâs humiliating to admit that you like me controlling everything, from the number of times you cum at night down to the clothes you wear when you wake up in the morning. No one else should know the infinite amount of vile, disgusting things you would do if I just asked you to,â he whispers and kisses your hairline.
He swipes his thumb across your lips slowly as he talks. When heâs done, he sticks the digit between your lips. You gently suck on it, maintaining eye contact with him all the while.
His eyebrows raise, indicating how pleased he is with you. âI really do have you perfectly trained. You donât even think about it anymore. You feel any part of me in your mouth and you know to start sucking like a good little slut.â He pulls his thumb back out and smears your saliva over your lips.
âCan we just leave?â you ask softly, your eyes casting down again, âPlease.â
âWhat? You donât want to buy anything? You know Iâll pay,â he teases, knowing that shopping couldnât be further from your mind right now.
âPlease Daddy,â you whisper and look at him desperately. You were so soaked it would be uncomfortable if you stood there for any longer.
He presses a tender kiss to your lips, deciding to give you a break. âYeah, beautiful. We can leave. I donât think you could focus enough to read anything right now even if you wanted to.â
He takes you under his arm and starts to guide you out of the store. You keep your arms around him as you lean into his side.
âThatâs my girl. My good girl,â he whispers and kisses the top of your head while the two of you walk through the exit, âYou just need Daddy right now, donât you baby?â
âMhm,â you hum quietly as you make your way through the parking lot.
When you reach the car, Leon opens the door for you and helps you inside. He then quickly goes around to the other side of the car and gets in the driver's seat. He wastes no time turning it on and getting it into gear. The car whips out of the parking space and out to the road.
Your eyes continuously dart over to him. The urge to hop over the center console and into his lap was all-consuming. He briefly glances at you with a knowing look.
You take that as a signal and slowly reach across the car. Your hand lands at the top of his thigh and slides over his lap to palm him through his jeans. He was already half-hard from tormenting you in the store.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â he asks teasingly.
You tentatively pop the button of his jeans open and tug the zipper down. Your eyes are silently begging while your fingers begin massaging the outline of his length over his boxers.
âJust need to feel it. Please,â you say as your fingertips continue their miniscule movements.
He shakes his head and lets out a laugh while adjusting in his seat to give you better access. âYou need it, do you?â
You nod and maneuver your hand into his underwear for direct contact. Your fingers wrap around him, feeling the heat of it pulsing in your grasp. Your content with that for a while, but soon you want more.
âDaddy, can I please suck your cock?â you ask.
Hearing your soft and sweet voice ask for something so vulgar made his dick twitch with need for you, but he tried to keep his reaction casual.
âLook at you, asking like a good girl,â he teases, âCanât wait until we get home? Did Daddy get you too worked up?â
âYes,â you say timidly, âI just⌠I need it.â
âItâs ok, you donât have to explain,â he says, âYou can suck me off, my love. Just be good, so we donât crash.â
You nod quickly, happy he wasnât going to torment you on the way home too. After unbuckling your seatbelt, you shift and lean over to his seat to put your head in his lap. He splays a protective hand across your back as you get in position. Without hesitation, you get to task and pull him out of his boxers.
You lick the bulging head a few times, but then wrap your lips around it and sink down. You flatten your tongue against the shaft, feeling the veins as you lower your head. He groans and tightens his grip on the steering wheel. His other hand rubs your back in small strokes.
âThere you go, angel,â he says, âFuck, I could never say no to your mouth.â
You suck gently before bobbing your head slowly up and down. One of your hands cups his balls and kneads them carefully. The noises of the blowjob sound through the carâs enclosed space. Leon fights the instinct to buck into your throat. Your mouth was just so warm and wet and soft. Absolute heaven. It was hard for him to focus on the road in this condition.
It was easy for you to focus on giving him head though. You work your mouth over him, paying attention to all his favorite spots and taking him as deep as you can. You rest your nose against his pelvis as you hold him in your throat. His thighs tense and the car jerks a little when he accidentally pushes on the brakes too hard.
âJesus fuck, baby. Ease up a little,â he grunts. His hand on your back coasts up to your neck and caresses the base of your skull.
Not long after he says this, you pull off to catch your breath. While you take your break, you purse your lips and spit a fat glob of saliva onto his cock. It drips onto the head and then slides the rest of the way down to where your fist is now gripping him. You start jerking him and spreading your drool around his shaft.
You press sloppy, wet kisses to his tip. Some of his precum coats your lips before you open your mouth and bring him inside again. You make muted gagging noises while you try to get him deep again.
He wants so badly to watch you, to see that adorable dedicated look on your face and your eyes tearing up as you choke yourself. Itâs driving him crazy having to watch the street ahead of him. He can also feel the simmering build up of release which he doesnât want to do so soon or while heâs driving. His hips twitch more while he white-knuckles the wheel.
âBabe, calm down,â he hisses pointlessly. Youâre wrapped up in your own little world right now, âIf you donât quit it, Iâm gonna cum and then youâre not gonna get to have any fun when we get home.â
You sort of register that comment, but you were absolutely fixated on getting him to blow his load down your throat so you donât stop.
He realizes instantly that youâre not going to let up. He makes a split second decision to pull a sharp turn onto a less busy road. He steers the car off of the asphalt and off road a little bit. Once thereâs substantial distance between your vehicle and the road, he throws it in park and yanks you up by your hair.
âWhen I tell you to do something, itâs not a request,â he states simply.Â
It takes a lot in him to keep up the serious persona and not smile at your face right now. You looked fucked out even though you hadnât even come close to the main event yet. Saliva covers your lips and chin while your eyes project a dazed mix of arousal and guilt.
âBut Daddy, I just wanted to make you feel good,â you say.
âLiar. I know you just wanted some cum down your throat cause youâre a greedy little slut, baby,â he chides, âAlso, is it your job to âtryâ whatever you want?â
You shake your head and look down like a puppy whoâs been caught being bad. âIâm sorry Daddy,â you say softly.
âWhat is your job?â he asks, ignoring your apology.
âTo be a good girl and listen to Daddy.â
âHm, so you do remember. Youâre not stupid then, just deliberately disobedient,â he says.
You open your mouth to dispute that but decide against arguing and shut it again. The way you were shrinking in on yourself made him want to ruin you even more.
âGood, at least it looks like youâre learning. Iâll have to remind you of the rest though,â he says and finally lets go of your hair, âGet your ass in the backseat.â
âBut Daddy-â you start, about to repeat your fears from earlier about being seen.
âEnough with this âbut Daddyâ shit. You wanna act like a whore, thatâs how Iâll treat you,â he says, âBe grateful for the privacy you get. Youâre lucky I didnât just stop the car and fuck you in the middle of the street.â
Your inner thighs were slick with your arousal by this point. You could feel it when you began crawling past your seat to the back of the car. Leon slaps your ass as you make your way there, causing you to yelp.
He simply gets out of the car and enters the backseat through the door. He sits next to you and looks at you expectantly.
âWhat are you waiting for?â he asks, âDo you really need me to guide your every move? I know thatâs not true because you just showed me it wasnât.â
âIâm sorry Daddy,â you say again as you begin removing your clothes. You peel your top off and shimmy out of your pants.
âI know you are, baby. But I still have to teach you your lesson. You have to learn that Daddy knows best,â he says while taking off his own clothing.
You scoot closer to try and assist him, but he manages on his own and flips you over, pinning you to the seats. One hand is locked on the flesh of your hip while the other holds your head down against the leather. Heâs kneeling behind you, hunched over due to his stature in the limited space.
He teases up and down your folds with the angry red tip of his cock, still leaking precum from the close call a few minutes ago. Your body yearns to be filled, but you keep quiet and try to appear patient.
âDo you even deserve my cock?â he asks as he bumps your clit. You would nod, but his hold on your head is strong. âI mean really, maybe I should be focused on training some patience into you. Teach you take what I give you and not vie for more.â
âDaddy, Iâm sorry,â you whimper.
âI know, babydoll, thatâs only the tenth time youâve said that,â he mocks as he slides up and down through your slick, âBut I can really show you what sorry is. Maybe Iâve been too lenient with you. What if, right now, I fuck your thighs? You keep those pretty legs together, nice and tight for me to use like a fleshlight.â
He pushes your thighs together like he described and begins slowly thrusting himself between them. He quietly grunts and kneads your ass.
âPlease Daddy, no, Iâm so-â
âAh ah, donât interrupt,â he tuts, not stopping his hips, âYouâd probably still get off on it. Youâre so whipped for me youâd probably cum if I smiled at you right.â
You stay silent. You knew he was teasing, but it might have been true. He knew all your buttons and just how to push them.
âYeah, you know Iâm right. My poor baby. You canât help it. You donât know any better, do you?â
âNoâŚâ you say quietly before your bottom lip juts out into a pout. The idea of him not fucking you properly while you were possibly the most horny youâd been in your life was deeply upsetting.
âNo, you donât,â he agrees in a condescending tone, âYou just love Daddy so much. Itâs not your fault your body is addicted to me. You donât choose for your cunt to soak through your panties just from hearing my voice, do you? It just happens. Your heart knows it belongs to me.â
He speaks as if heâs comforting you which makes it feel so much worse and so much better at the same time. Your eyes water, the mix of emotion being a lot for you to handle in this state.
âIt doesnât care how pathetic you act because of it. All it knows is that you need your Daddy,â he says, his voice husky. He pulls away from the junction of your thighs and nudges your legs apart with his knees. He positions his cock at your entrance. âThatâs why Iâll give you a pass, baby. Youâre not a bad girl. You just need me to keep you in line sometimes.â
His grip has weakened enough that youâre able to nod. âThank you Daddy,â you choke out as he pushes all the way inside in one go. You were so wet that he had no problem bottoming out immediately.
âGood girl,â he praises through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw, âSo fucking wet, Christ.â
Everything felt right now that he was inside of you. The relief crashed on you like a wave. A couple tears leak from your eyes and your body shudders.
He starts pushing himself in and out, his head tilts back as he does. You clutch the edge of the bench while your eyes flutter. You felt like you were up in the clouds. The feeling of him twitching against your walls as he slid in and out was total euphoria. It was a little much to feel this way from a few strokes, but like he said, you couldnât control it.
You bounce your hips back against his and he smacks it. You can tell from the sting that there will probably be a handprint on the skin. He lets you fuck yourself on it for a little while before he takes over again. He stares down to where the two of you connect, unable to tear his eyes from how your cunt sucks in his cock, your wetness gathering around the spot where your bodies link.
You whimper and cry as he picks up speed, pistoning into you. Your cheek feels numb from being squished on the cushion. Leon notices and leans down closer to you. It wasnât unusual for you to get emotional during sex but seeing it always made his protective urges flare up. He wraps his thick arm around your neck from behind, putting you into a loving headlock. He lays some messy kisses on the side of your temple.
âI love my needy girl so much. You know that right?â he whispers while sensually rolling his hips against your ass, âI wouldnât want you to be any other way. My sweet girl, so sensitive. I love you baby.â
âI love you too,â you cry. You lean into his kisses and lift one of your hands to rest it on his forearm.
Knowing youâre ok, he resumes his harsher thrusts, pulling you by your neck closer to him. He growls into your ear and nuzzles the side of your head.
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum, babe. Canât last in this tight pussy, squeezing me like a fucking anaconda,â he moans.
You bite your lip and grip his arm tighter as you feel your own peak rising within.
âWhere do you want it, baby girl?â he grunts in your ear.
âInside, Daddy. Please,â you whine.
He chuckles and gives you one more kiss on the head for saying please.Â
âI donât even know why I ask anymore. Course you want it in your pussy. Even though you look so cute with Daddyâs cum all over your face, no thoughts in that pretty little head. Just happy you got some attention.â
âI like it inside,â you defend before gasping.
âI know you do, angel,â he says, his voice strained as the ecstasy begins to bubble over, âI like it too. Stuffing you full of me. A little reminder of who owns you once weâre finished.â
You nod as best you can in the headlock before your body seizes and jerks. Your orgasm rips through you, making you shake and moan through tears. You claw at his arm with both hands now, brokenly whimpering for Daddy over and over.
He canât take it anymore. The sight beneath him mixed with the bliss of your cunt fluttering around him, it breaks the resolve inside him. He snaps his hips against you roughly and tightens his arm around you. He growls and grabs the leather seats so hard you think he might rip a chunk out.
He pumps into you repeatedly, draining himself in the warm embrace of your velvety walls. You can feel the thick white ropes filling you up as the sweaty skin of his abdomen rubs against your back.
His hips spasm as he finishes. He rests on top of you for a moment afterwards, panting to catch his breath. He kisses your neck gently and then moves to your ear.
âMy beautiful, perfect girl,â he whispers, âSo good for me, baby, like always.â
He gets off of you so you can sit up. Once you do, he gently holds your jaw and wipes away any leftover tears and saliva on your face. He leans in and gives you a soft kiss.
âSo pretty,â he mumbles against your lips.
The two of you dress in the backseat, pulling your clothes on haphazardly so you can actually go home. This time you get out of the backseat through the door and hop back in the passenger seat. You laugh when you see Leon stretching outside of the driver's door.
âYou ok there, buddy?â you tease when he gets back in.
He smiles, raises his eyebrows, and starts the car up.
âIâm buddy now? Are you over Daddy?â he says, âThis is the thanks I get for working hard to please you.â
âThank you Daddy,â you say overly-sweet, leaning over to kiss his cheek as he pulls back onto the road.
âYou wanna play around, but Iâm not the one who was crying that ten minutes ago when she thought she wouldnât get any dick,â he laughs.
âOh, shut up, Leon!â you say and roll your eyes.
âItâs Leon right now, but I bet you when weâre home in five minutes, Iâll have you begging for Daddy again,â he says and smirks.
You smile and look away, knowing that heâs totally right.
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woah it really has been a long time since i posted but i am so glad to be back and to get back into reading i saw so many of my favourite authors have updated and i am beyond excited to start this journey again but in the mean time here's jimin rec list as promised it was so exciting finishing this list cause i got so nostalgic making it and reading all the old fics i had on my reading list ughhh i just loved it so much and it got me back into the swing of things and i cant wait to make more lists, i do have another jjk list ready and i will post it the day after tomorrow so i hope you enjoy this one and don't forget to show all the love and support in the world to these amazing authors they work so hard to create these fics for us and they deserve endless praise and love for the commitment and generosity they have so please do leave them a comment, heart or reblog a small comment can go a long way here and can make someone smile even bigger so dont don't shy away from making someone happy... as usual you guys know this fics i recommend contain smut so minors don't interact you will be blocked... i really do love hearing from you guys so if you do have a little fic you are super into right now and you just want to rant about how amazing it is feel free to send me an ask đđ¤
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âł No one told you being the other woman would never be easy, No one told you that his love would be two sides to a same coin. No one told you he came to you because you were his escape to his demons. No one told you he would always call you his, but he would never be yours. And most importantly no one told you, He never loved you because you dont destroy the people you love.
FUTURE HEARTS by @jungblue f s a ft. jjk
âł It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.Â
after the applause by @foxymoxynoona
âł Jimin doesn't know how he would have made it this far after the shattering of his world without the support of his thoughtful, generous, helpful neighbor. Hanbyul has lived next to hottie Jimin and his adorable daughter for years now, long enough to remember the wife he was so devoted to and lost far too young. With each safely ensconced on their side of the brick wall of the Parks' grief, it will take an enterprising little scientist to set the stage for a second chance at love.
saved by @to-star-lake s a
rockstar au deep subjects read warnings
midnight memories by @hobipaint f s a
âł there's drunk habits, and then there's drunk mistakes. What do you call meeting your friend - no, âformer friendâ - at a bar, getting drunk with him and sleeping- 'accidentally' - with him? especially when everyone already knows that you stay away from him as much as the day does from night?
Easy. You forget about it.
heartbreak chronicles by @sugaxjpg s
âł Park Jimin had it all â good grades, a place as the soccer teamâs captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campusâ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.Â
drifting by@hongcherry f a
âł After being assigned different partners for your midterm routine, your and Jiminâs relationship starts to deteriorate when you both begin spending more time away from each other and with your assigned partners instead.
growing pains by @taleasnewastime f s a
âł Growing up the daughter of the boss of a gang is never easy, but normally the problems are around being given too many responsibilities, or the risk of being connected to a gang leader, or wanting to escape but not being able to. But youâve got a different problem, you want more responsibility, want to be like your brother whoâs been named heir, want a role in the family gang. Your whole life youâve been denied what you want, being born a female seemingly your main issue; perceived as weak, naĂŻve, trying to step above your station. But as unsupportive and dismissive as your family is, there is always the bright light that is Jimin; the boy you love but can never have.
tuqburni by @solastia f s a ft.myg
âł Youâve spent two years building a life with Yoongi who you loved more than anything in the world. Now, his ex-boyfriend Jimin is back in the picture, and Yoongi begs you not to make him choose between the two of you, offering the choice of a polyamorous relationship. Though your heart is shattered, you agree.
stardust by @venusjeon f a
âł struck by your beauty, Jimin begs to paint you naked behind the world's back so as not to stain your influential familyâhis patronsâwith scandal.
drift by @snackhobi f s
âł You used to think that there was nothing better than the sensation of coming first place. However, your rival- the talented, gorgeous, dangerous Park Jimin- is more than happy to prove you wrong.
the deli diaries by @jimlingss f
âł Working at a grocery store deli is absolutely unbearable (and youâre also perfectly aware of how dramatic you are). But it seems like something, or rather, someone might make the job a bit more manageable.
best of me by @xotoosweet f a
âł when he tells the story of how he met you in a few years, he'll claim that it was meant to be. you'll laugh and call it a coincidence. it was a coincidence that on the first day of summer semester, he decided to go on a run (though he claimed he always ran in the mornings). it was a coincidence that he chose a less traveled path in the university arboretum that morning. and it was definitely a coincidence that you were there, sitting on the rail of the river bridge.
the ten days of ex-mas by @kpopfanfictrash f s a
âł Three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling.
strip by @yoonia f s a
âł Summary | Everything you have done has always been about surviving life and raising your child on your own. Having someone else caring about you was the last thing you had expected. Especially when that someone is the same man you have watched performing every night on stage and secretly admired. But will he run the moment he finds out about your little secret waiting at home?
falling by @/yoonia s a
âł For Park Jimin, you are everything he will ever needâhis assistant, his housekeeper, his task runner, his fairy godmother. For you, he is more than everything. You have dedicated your life for him and, before you even realised it, your heart belongs to him alone. The only problem is that he is never yours, and you are living in a world that your love for him is nothing more than a fairytale ending. As you are suddenly given a chance to wake up and face the real world, will you be ready to embrace it? Will he be ready to deal with the world without you in it?
wrapped around by @jjkfire ft. kth f s a
âł Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesnât seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe theyâre just your kind of type
baby, baby by @hobiwonder f s a
âł When youâve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasnât as easy as it sounds.
love at first touch by bagelswrites (ao3)
âł The first time you meet your soulmate, it leaves a bruise on both of you at the point of contact. From then on, your body begins rejecting any sustenance other than the touch of your soulmate. The trick is, the bruises take a few hours to appear, so you have to figure out who you've touched and find them before you starve to death. But once you do, all you ever need is them. So what happens if you're an idol and you meet your soulmate at a fan event?
our little family by @nightbts f a
âł you were living a simple life filled with simple dreams; combining your two most loved things in life, children and teaching, you were starting out your career as a teacher at the local pre-school. but little did you know, how one child and her very special father, would change your simple life into something extraordinary
one-shot 35
brand new eyes by @missgeniality s
âł Jiminâs eyes had potential to ruin you, and tonight you test the damage.
waves by @shina913 s
âł It's Valentine's Day and your boyfriend decides to spice things up with a little surprise for you.
failure to communicate by @gukslut s
âł Enemies to Lovers/ College AU
physical by @ppersonna f s
âł you cant seem to escape the sexy fitness instructor that seemingly is everywhere you turn. itâs enough to make you irrational.
good for you by @candlewaxandp0lar0ids s
âł Jimin canât help the way he drowns himself in you. Why should he anyway?
ho-ho-home by @jjungkookislife s a
âł Golden neighbor extraordinaire, Park Jimin, is (unintentionally) stealing your spotlight this holiday season. Despite your one sided rivalry with him, all Jimin wants is for you to remember him, to remember your past and hopefully create a future with you.
100km/hour by @chateautae s
âł what exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jiminâs lap? especially when heâs dressed as an angel, and youâre in the sluttiest devil costume ever?
what it's like by @jimilter s
âł Youâve always heard great tales about how good the infamous fuckboy on campus, Park Jimin, is in bed, and wondered if there could be any truth behind these claims when the guy looks like an angel with his cheruby cheeks and precious smiles. So when a new gossip starts to circulate about how âhard he hitsâ, you have had enough of the suspense and decide to finally sample him yourself.
feel your touch by @/jimilter f s a
âł You have always known yourself to be a sexual switch in bed, flipping between exercising and submitting control according to different situations and partners. And this camboy you are addicted to, one that seems to kinda reciprocate your interest, submits so beautifully that you just want to command him. But when things progress to levels you never anticipated, you end up discovering pleasant surprises that might just change your life.
the princeâs cinderella syndrome by @/jimilter f s a ft jjk
âł He shows up at Halloween, every year, dressed the same, and leaves at midnight like some Cinderella. You would think he was a prankster if his eyes didn't look like they contained all the sadness in the world. You don't know him - no one on campus does. You don't know why he appears only once a year. You don't know why he never smiles. But you can't help falling in love with him. Even if he breaks your heart when he abandons you at midnight, again.
scream your panties by @opaljm s a
âł As your midterms have ended and Halloween has arrived, you are looking forward to a pleasant time relaxing and enjoying the festivities at your sorority and Jiminâs frat houses. Luck is not in your favor, though, because things keep going wrong like a trail of dominoes falling â the only upside to your slowly deteriorating day being that you get to end it with your boyfriendâs delicious self between your legs.
first snow, last kiss by @taeshobipop f s a
âł He broke your heart four years ago; the old loving memories of your time together now tainted by pure betrayal. Yet in the haze of new snow, after returning home for the first time, the moments you had once convinced yourself were nothing but a lie, reveal themselves to be otherwise.
antifreeze by @winetae s
âł Jimin participates in the schoolâs adaption of The Nutcracker for extra credit but doesnât expect his new dance partner to a) be this bad at dancing and b) be this fucking cute
what she likes by @untaemedqueen f s
idol au husband au marriage au
only you by @personasintro f s a
âł Â youâve been always there for your best friend, even when he became a single dadÂ
sucker by @/personasintro s a
âł You wish you'd pay more attention to Jimin. Like, how his eyes kept changing color. How cold his skin was, too unrealistically to be natural. Or one second, he flashed you with his sharp canines and the next one he didn't have any. How much he craved for you, but not the way you thought he was.
please, lie to me by @ressjeon s a
âł "centuries of loyalty vs. only months of fucking, how could you miscalculate?"
summer synchrony by @seokkgenie f s a
âł childhood friends to lovers
neon seoul @readyplayerhobi f s a
âł It the city of New Seoul, another homicide isnât newsworthy but instead just a statistic. But when the son of the mayor is murdered in an alley in a shady part of the city? Then itâs important. You and your partner, Detective Park Jimin, are given the honour of investigating the crime. Will you find out who killed him? Or will you fail?
serendipity by @btsracket s a ao3
âł It's serendipitous. Jimin braces for darkness but finds his light instead.
the boyfriend concept by @/kpopfanfictrash s
âł Win a Date with a Porn Star! You saw the sign when you walked in, of course, but you had no idea your friend dropped your name into the raffle. Fast-forward to later that day, when you actually win. You are horrified, of course, with no intention of accepting and setting yourself up for embarrassment. But then you meet Jimin, and decide this might be worth a shot.
Lovely Demons by @/kpopfanfictrash s a
âł As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude â or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years youâve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.
blue blood by @joonbird s a
âł âPrince Jimin was born with blue blood. His coronation is rapidly approaching, but there are two requirements he must fulfil before becoming a king. He must have the skills to fight in battle, and he must have a Queen with blood as blue as his. You, a member of the royal guard, are assigned to teach Jimin the ins and outs of combat. You are not scared of death, of blood, or of battle. What you are scared of however, is falling in love with Jimin, the one man your blood decrees you can never have.â
i want to be with you by @oddinary4bts f s a
âł moving to Seoul has always seemed like a good idea, until the bubble bursts when you realize your new neighbor is Park Jimin, and he's not the sweet angel you've always imagined him to be. Will the reality of Park Jimin forever be a nightmare, or will he turn into a sweet dream?
locked in love by @parkmuse f s a
âł Getting locked in the mall on Christmas eve isnât ideal, but getting locked in the mall with your brothers best friend that you havenât seen in a while? Well, it might have been alright if you didnât have feelings for him.
peaches and cream by @snackhobi s
âł you wouldnât mind your cute neighbour being such a shameless fuckboy if a) the walls werenât so thin and b) he didnât seem intent on adding you as another notch in his bedpost.Â
reset by @/dovechim s
âł We are made of the pieces of what we remember, and we hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there are memories to call our own, there can be no true loss. But Park Jimin has no such privilege.Â
the dark side of the moon by @/dovechim s
âł falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. but youâre only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, thatâs when everything changes.Â
Unconditionally by @kstopping s a
âł Jimin constantly torments you. But you love it.
Instinct by @evangelene f a
âł A lost child appears into your life only to bring you closer Jiminâa man that youâd thought youâd hated once upon a time. Now all you want is to be there for the child, and maybe his fatherâbut only if his mother gets the hell out of the way.
eternal sunlight by @kidguk f s a
âł âcollege and soulmate au where the first words your soulmate will say to you are tattooed on your wrist. jimin thinks he met his soulmate exactly four months after he met and fell in love with you. you canât explain your attraction or your feelings toward him, even though technically youâre meant to be with other people. taehyung and jungkook helpfully suggest that the universe might be glitching.â
foul play by @kimvtae f s a
âł Everyone loves a good rivalry, and the students at your university are no exception. Unluckily for you, the rivalry of the decade is between yourself and a furiously irritating Park Jimin. A top gymnast and a basketball star shouldnât cross paths, but Jimin makes his way into your heart before you can put a stop to it.
lost and found by @/kimvtae s a
âł The only thing bigger than Park Jiminâs ass is his ego. After one too many scandals, after one too many mornings stumbling back to the dorms drunk or ruining the reputations of other idols, Jimin is given an ultimatum: complete a rehabilitation program in America or leave Bangtan.
if we were a movie by @/kimvtae f s a
âł Friends with benefits never worked in the movies, but you and Jimin had been friends for so long, it was bound to work for you. Until, of course, Jimin gets a girlfriend, and you fear you may lose your friendship with him for good.
the pull of the tides by @goldenscript f s
âł The expanse of the deep blue sea has always drawn you in. Each ebb and flow of the tides never ceasing to take your breath away. And now, a boy with hair as light as the morning sun and a smile just as bright does too.Â
hard to say by @floralseokjin f s a
âłyou've had feelings for your best friend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they werenât...?
âŹlooking for pjm library or the other members check out my library
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Hi im really new to this danny Johnson fandom but i really love your fic.
Can i request something for danny and fem s/o surviver who is cosplay his ghostface costume in the trial pls
hewo anon!! i tried my best :3 i may of written a lil too much..
kinktober; cosplaying ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛
DANNY JOHNSON x fem!reader
â nsfw content
summary; youâre spawned into trial wearing dannyâs robe, a sick joke from the entity. danny finds this very amusing.
warnings; danny johnson, stabbing, violence, blood, dbd stuff, p in v, mean and nice danny, theyâre kinda in a relationship, rubbing, pussy slapping, choking, rough sex, creampie, unprotected sex(wrap before u tap) no beta read we die like danny victims
the entity was a sadistic creature, feeding off everyoneâs misery and pain, growing more hungry day and night. it never had a soft spot for you, always humiliating you with embarrassing outfits while everyone else had normal ones.
some trials youâd spawn in your pajamas, others a bikini, once even your own undergarments. each time drew you closer to insanity, especially when a certain someone found it absolutely hilarious. you and danny werenât friends, but he loved to treat you like a lover. he loved to tease you and tunnel you first out of the match or keep you for last to have fun when no one else was around.
you could never predicts his next move. kill you or fuck you?
this time, it was like the entity was throwing a big âfuck youâ to your face, because to your absolute horror, when you spawned into the match you were dressed in a familar robe and mask. it was a taunting punch in the face.
it wasnât very funny to your fellow survivors either, considering meg burst out into a sprint at the sight of you and yuiâs first reaction was to flashlight you. you hissed in discomfort at the bring flash to your eyes, waving your hands aggressively.
âhey, stop that! itâs me!â you groaned loudly, making yui freeze in surprise. she narrows her eyes at you, a scowl tugging at her lips at your little costume.
âwhat the fuck? why are you dressed like that freak?â she huffs, leaning closer to see your eyes through the masks peephole. from a distance, you really did look like danny, but from up close youâd be able to tell it was you from your height and smaller figure, as well as your long lashes peeping from the masks eyeholes.
âi told you, the entity hates me.â you whine dramatically, shaking your head and looking around for a sign of the killer. so far, silence. it was too quiet. you really hoped it wasnât him, that would be even more humiliating. she snickers and pokes the robes fabric, humming in appreciation.
âitâs good fabric.â she comments.
âyeah, it smells like menâs cologne.â you grumble in annoyance, tugging the fabric. she shrugs before tugging you onto a generator.
a few minutes later, you hear a scream come from the forest surrounding the both of you. you cringe at the male voice, recognizing it as steve. poor boy always got tunneled out, mostly because of his annoying attitude. you remembered the fact danny hated steve so much for some odd reason. you shuddered at the thought of danny being the killer this round.
yui frowns at the scream and turns to you, just finishing the generator. your surroundings light up and you both know you only have a few seconds before the killer arrives looking for bloodshed.
âiâll go get the save, you go get on another generator, that good with you?â she smiled, giving you a quick nod before rushing into the dark abyss around you two, leaving you alone.. in a stupid robe.
you sighed to yourself before starting to wander, your eyes glancing around frantically. you heard twigs crunching and the sound of the wind brushing against the leaves, an eerie atmosphere smothering you. the air was foggy, not letting you see too far infront of you. you hated red forest, with its stupid rain and the mud sticking to your soles.
you shiver as another twig snaps right behind you, making you flinch and let out a small yelp. you look over your shoulder, frowning at the silence that follows.
a sudden feeling of exposure stabs you, making you gasp and look around frantically. you were exposed, you had gotten stalked, that meantâ
âare you cosplaying me, doll?â a voice sneers at you from behind, startling you. you yelp as a knife barely misses your gut, sending your body tumbling into the grass. you quickly get back onto your feet, gawking under your plastic mask at his tall figure that looked over you. he was wearing his usual tactical costume, the white shriek tilting its head at you mockingly, blood splattered all over his armor.
âdanny,â you gasp for air, quickly patting some dirt off the costume. he snickers lowly, stepping forward slowly. âi knew you had a crush on me, but cosplaying me? youâre so obsessed.â he laughs.
âdonât get ahead of yourself.â you scoff, looking around for a pallet or shack. this man always knew how to get on your nerves, but he also knew exactly how to make you submit to him. he knew your body better then you did, and you couldnât help but crave him whenever you saw him.
âawww, but you look sooo cute~ whatâs wrong? whyâre you running? am i scaring you?â he cooâs, a big smirk on his devilishly handsome face underneath his mask. his body lunges towards you once again, missing by mere centimeters as you manage to maneuver around the slash.
âyou psycho!â you shriek, breaking out into a sprint towards the nearest pallet. he rolls his eyes and sprints after you, his knife held up high. âyouâre just realizing that?â
as you reach the pallet, you donât get very far into looping before the sensation of a sharp blade being shoved deep into your back sends you stumbling into the mud, gasping for air and choking on your own blood. you whine in pain, feeling him scoop you up into his arms casually.
with other survivors heâd always throw them over his shoulder without any care, hand on their back, but with you he always held you like a little kid. your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms lazily wrapped around his neck as he squeezed your butt. you relaxed into his neck reluctantly as he carries you towards a hook.
âiâll see you later, sweet pea.â he coos as he hooks you, a scream resonating from the bottom of your throat as the sharp metal slices through your shoulder. tears sting at the corner of your eyes as you watch him crouch down into a bush and rush off like the little cockroach he is. what a dick.
you eventually get saved by steve, before you witness him getting downed by danny and gutted on the floor. dannyâs mori was always brutal and gut-wrenching to watch, especially the way he was always extra aggressive when it came to poor little steve.
more screams echo throughout red forest as you fiddle with the generator infront of you, the thick robe you wore lending you warmth from the rain. his stupid little get up was actually a little helpful.
yuiâs scream is the last thing you hear before a lack of sound follows. a stillness of death, you quickly realize. you were the last one, which means hatch had spawned. you could hear the sound of the fog near by, luring you towards the gateway back to camp. you quickly jumped up from the generator and started walking into the trees, hugging yourself under the robe.
you were alone, and it never felt more terrifying. the thought of danny lingering nearby and looking for you sends goosebumps down your spine, a frown tugging at your lips. the sound of twigs snapping has your heart beat racing. you had to find hatch quick beforeâ
you yelp loudly as youâre grabbed from behind, a large arm around your waist pushing you against his chest. your mask is ripped off your face and you gasp at the sudden fast action, your hair tangled from the rough handling. you blink in surprise as youâre met face to face with his mask, his hands crawling up your sides.
âcâmon.â he mutters, not giving you much of a choice before he picks you up like always and holds you close. you donât fight back. you think danny was in a good mood from killing everyone else. you hesitantly hug him back as he carries you to the killer shack, relaxing slightly as youâre sheltered from the rain and the fog.
you donât say a word as he pushes you down onto the wooden flooring, a small whimper leaving you as he presses his knee between your legs through your robe. you canât see his expression through his mask but you can see his dark eyes looking you up and down hungrily, drinking in the sight of you in such a similar outfit.
âyou look so god damn good.â he growls, pushing your shoulders back almost roughly. a small thud is heard as you lean your head back, an exhale slowly leaving you as his hands feel you up through the black fabric. his gloves are rough as they rub your waist and cup your breasts, gently massaging the supple skin, drawing a soft moan from you.
âdidnât seem like you thought that earlier.â you whispered, parting your thighs more to roll your hips into his knee, aching for touch against your sensitive lower body. a pout tugs at your lips as you remembered how mean he was, how he downed you without any care.
he snickers lowly at your pouty expression, bringing a hand from your breasts up to your face. he squished your cheeks together for a few seconds, relishing in how adorable you look, before raising his other hand off your breasts to tug his own mask off. his dark locks spill out, finally getting freed from the hood itâs been caged in.
âcurse me for wanting to see my pretty girl covered in a little bit of blood, am i right?â he hums smoothly, leaning his head down to press his lips against yours, entangling you in a passionate kiss. his hands wrap around you, pulling you to press against him, a content moan coming from both of your mouths at the friction.
âshut up, youâre not funny.â you scoff softly against his lips, parting for a small inhale of oxygen. a trail of saliva connects to two of you before he smashes his lips against yours once again hungrily, not wanting to miss out on your taste.
âi think iâm gonna have you in this robe while i fuck you, sweetheart, i just donât have the heart to pull it off. you look so,â he groans into the kiss, tugging at your hairs like a crazed man, grinding his hips against yours, âfucking,â he gasps, hands trailing down your body to slide under the felt fabric, âgood.â
his hands find their way under your panties and start to rub tight circles onto your clit, making you gasp and moan into the kiss, trying to pull away for your over-due deserved air. he steals your gasps and moans, inhaling it into his mouth as he hungrily kisses you without an inch of hesitance.
âdanny..â you whimper, finally pulling away from his lips to bury your face into his bloody robed-chest. the blood of your friends smother over your face, making your face scrunch up in momentary discomfort. the stench is metallic mixed in with his cheap cologne. it smells just like him.
his fingers are talented with the way they rub figure eights onto your sensitive bud, knowing exactly which direction and angle to do it from, how to make you cum so hard you see white. he knows every secret of your body and how to pleasure you, and he especially knows you like his hand around your throat.
âplease, please,â you ramble, whimpering as his gloved-hand comes up to gently wrap around your throat, squeezing just the right amount of pressure to have you squealing under him. whining for more, your knees against your chest with your pussy throbbing for more.
âplease just fuck me.â you sob, trying to grind your pussy against his hand. he pulls his fingers away from your clit for a split second, a split second too longâ you whine at the loss of contact, before inhaling sharply when he suddenly delivers a harsh smack to your wet pussy.
âh-hey!â you shriek, jolting and letting out a high pitched moan, voice cracking. he scoffs and delivers two more smacks before returning his fingers to your clit, rubbing it just right, tightening his hold on your neck as well. your eyes roll back at the stimulation, almost drooling and squirming your feet weakly.
âdonât tell me what to do, got it?â he growls, giving you a harsh glare that has you clenching down on air. he could spit on your face and youâd moan for more, begging for a kiss.
âmâsorry, please, danny, need you.â you whimper pathetically under your breath, eyes fluttering close. your lashes lay flat against your puffy cheeks, face scrunched up into a tight expression of overwhelming pleasure. you were practically dripping, throbbing for his cock.
âyeah? is that so?â he laughs mockingly, noticing how you started to tense up. you were close, he already knew, with the way your brows furrow together and your lips parted subconsciously. he hums and pushes the thumb of his hand under your chin, raising your head higher while also squeezing your airways. âyou wanna cum for me, sweet girl? gonna cover my gloves with your cum? soak the fabric?â
his taunting words only drive you further down that road, the destination being an orgasm. you nod dumbly, panting for air as the knot in your tummy tightens more and more, almost cramping your belly from how hard you needed it to snap.
a demeaning smile tugs at his lips as he watches you soundlessly beg to cum. he hums in feigned thought, rubbing hard, before suddenly parting when he knew you were about to unfold. he grins down at your shocked expression and sends once again, another harsh smack to your pussy.
âhey! owâ w-what the hell?â you gasp for air, sitting up weakly with your elbows, frowning up at him. your robe was lifted to above your knees, your legs parted infront of him with your pussy on display. clit swollen, pussy soaked, pouty expression⌠he loved rendering you so desperate.
he shrugs casually and presses another âsweetâ kiss to your lips, licking your lips before he parts. you whine and pull away, still grumbly after having your orgasm denied. his smile is devilish and you know heâs the devil, with red horns and a sinister (smelly) aura.
âshhh, itâs okay. iâve got you.â he shushes, petting your hair and pressing little kisses to your face everywhere but your lips. you reluctantly nuzzle into the puppy affection, face scrunching up, hands going to gently tug him closer to you. his eyes glisten with satisfaction, before pushing you back onto your back and opening your legs.
âhold them for me, kay?â he cooâs, leading your hands to hold you knees against your chest. you nod without a word, your ankles in the air by your head as you hold yourself open for the love-sick psycho on top of you. one hand glides up and down your folds, collecting your slickness on his fingers, brushing against your sensitive clit barely.
his other hand undresses himself swiftly, eager to sink himself inside your warmth. he pulls his robe and armor, leaving him in tight briefs that hug his cock, the large bulge obvious. he was hard as a rock after edging you.
a small whimper leaves your throat as he rubs his thick tip against your wet hole, watching as it clenches down, begging for him to push in nice and deep. he cooâs softly at the sight, grinning at the lewd sight and how soaked you were for him.
âyou want me in your little pussy, baby?â he mumbles, one hand rubbing his cock against you, the other keeping your robe bunched up above your waist. the sight of you in his robe with blood on your face and hands aroused him more then he thought was possible.
âyes please,â you cry desperately, trying to press your needy body against his in a pleading attempt for friction. he tuts, his hand going to rub your belly. âwant me in here? warming up your lilâ belly with my big cock? yeah?â he laughs meanly.
you cry out softly as he slides his tip in, gasping in relief at the small sensation before frowning in shock as he immediately pulls back. his cocky expression doesnât go unnoticed by you, but you canât say youâre too surprised. he was known for being a horrible tease, never letting you fully enjoy the experience.
âstop being mean, danny!â you whine, tugging at his dark hair, scowling up at him. he might just cum from your pretty face and tugs on his hair alone, like a pathetic teenage boy.
âugh, such a party pooper.â he murmured, not giving you a moment to process his words before he fully sheathes himself into you, a deep growl coming from his throat as his cock is tightly squeezed. his hands claw at your sides, pulling you impossibly closing, grinding his hips into your soft body and trying to push deeper even if it wasnât feasible.
your breath is knocked out of your lungs, clenching down hard as his cock bullies itself into your tight pussy. you whimper pathetically, feeling the burn as you melt into his body. even with the pain, the feeling of him sliding into you was always so euphoric. it brought a sense of relief and goosebumps, feeling him stretch you out so intensely.
âyeah? keep telling me about it.â he snickers in response to your panting and incoherent mumbles, nuzzling his nose into yours, offering a sense of platitude. he hums softly and rolls his hips into yours, not pulling out one bit, instead rubbing his cock into your walls deeply. your noises only drive him more motivated to ruin you.
after a few long minutes of him rutting into you like an animal in heat, he finally pulls out briefly before he slams back into you, making you cry out and tighten your hold him you. he huffs under his breath, digging his palms into your soft flesh, focusing his eyes on the sight of his cock disappearing into your tight hole over and over again.
the sight is erotic, you limp underneath him with your legs spread wide, his thick cock beating your pussy walls punching your cervix sore, blood in your hands with some saliva from messy kisses slathered on your lips and chin. your eyes are dazed as each thrust has your brain flying around in your little head, your body being pressed harder into the cold flooding underneath you.
âthat feels good?â he rasps, slightly out of breath from the exercise, his hips not stopping for a single second. he was hell bent on using your pussy well. he grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders, pushing himself deeper, groaning into your mouth at the more in-depth angle as he sloppily makes out with you.
little cries and whimpers are swallowed by him as he thrusts against you, battering your pussy with his cock, holding your body tightly and not letting you pull away. he pulls out before shoving each inch back in, his eyes rolling back at the tight sensation. the air is full of sweat and the room is scented with sex, the sound of squelching and slapping being the only thing audible. you were glad everyone else had been sacrificed, as screwed up as that is. it would be even more humiliating if someone walked in on danny using your pussy like a fleshlight.
âyessss,â you cry out desperately, little hands clawing at his neck to pull him in for another desperate kiss, the both of you moaning into each others mouth. itâs sloppy and brutal, his pace, your noises being swallowed by each other. all you can think about is how good it feels to have him inside you and shape your walls for him, to have him so close and squishing you into the ground.
he gasps sharply as your body begins to clamp down on him, brows furrowing in focus as he rams into you over and over again. he can recognize when youâre about to orgasm, he knows you well by now, he knows by the way you tighten and your face scrunches up in bliss. his hand swipes from your waist to your clit, rubbing tight circles.
âcâmon, you wanna cum for me? wanna be a good little slut and squirt all over this cock? hurry the fuck up then,â he hisses lowly, stimulating your clit aggressively and making you weakly kick your legs, gasping for air at how overwhelmed you were. his other hand goes to grip your throat and squeeze at your air ways. your head goes numb and you feel drool come from your mouth and into your chin, lips parted dumbly as you lay there like a doll, being fucked hard.
âgod, youâre so fucking dumb, laying there like a stupid rag doll.â he growls, squeezing your throat a few extra times before snapping his hips forward one last time, a deep groan escaping his throat as he feels your cum squirt around his cock and drip out of your hole. a creamy white ring forms around his cock as he lazily thrusts, admiring the messy sight, a cocky grin tugging at his lips.
after a few long minutes of him torturing you, he finally cums deep inside of you. he pulls you close and whimpers into your neck, clawing at your soft skin and rolling his hips into yours. your skin is doughy and feels like his favorite pillow as he hugs you tight, humming weakly into your skin as your mixed cum leaks out around his cock.
âhowâre you feeling, doll?â he asks quietly, pulling back to gaze into your eyes. you offer a weak smile as he gives you a little peck, his hands going to wipe some stray tears before pulling away. he looks down at your used-pussy and smiles in pride, grinning.
âyeah, i messed her up realll bad, huh?â he chuckled, swiping a finger over your swollen hole and sensitive clit, giggling at how you jump. âso sensitive.â he mocks gently.
you nod weakly in response, too out of it to process his words fully. he coos and scoops you up, gently petting your hair and fixing your panties and robe, nuzzling his nose into yours.
âletâs find you hatch, kay?â he squishes your cheeks lovingly, smiling.
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