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#site: sky lounge#artist: asami#guilty gear#ky kiske#sol badguy#johnny (guilty gear)#may (guilty gear)#axl low#millia rage#jam kuradoberi
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#i usually stay in lounge clothes but iâm starting to feel guilty about it?#idk why#but getting dressed feels ridiculously pointless#polls
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going from extremely unemployed to extremely employed so quick was such a jarring switch tbh
#like by the end of summer i was legit getting BORED. that barely ever happened before#and now im like pleaseee give me a day off where i can just lounge about watching youtube without feeling guilty about not studying#fuck it we ball or whatever
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i wish it was not so hot out and i could lounge on the porch... prime lounging day but its so fucking warm.
#my posts#theres not even really a breeze to make it tolerable đ and lounging indoors is so much less decadent#i only have a few things on my to-do list and they are small and easy to do and i just have to do them before 5#and i am somehow shockingly not feeling guilty/anxious about all the many many things on my longer non-time-sensitive to-do list.#for once.#so i want to enjoy this#going to read some of the archive undying going to wash some dishes going to maybe cut the fabric for a project
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can I request house wardens + leech twins with a reader who doesn't eat enough bc Crowley doesn't give them enough for food, and they end up really ill and collapsing or something. I'm cravin some fluffy comfort rn, pls and thank you đ
I got youđ«Ąđ«Ą as someone who's been through an eerily similar situation, I really liked this request
*à©â©â§âË another crowley momentâąïž
type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, floyd, jade, kalim, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, mentions of food and not eating
Riddle wouldn't even have to like you to rush to your side. but he does like you, which makes it all the worse
after checking your vitals, you're in the infirmary. he's got doctors for parents, after all, and he knows that malnutrition is bad
he should have seen the signs...
with exams coming, he's been so busy, and he assumed that you were just tired from studying
but he can feel guilty later. right now, he needs to focus on you getting well again, and not killing Crowley
(then, of course, he'll look for some legal statute or clause that he can threaten Crowley with so you're fed properly)
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Leona noticed you'd been acting a little weird lately, but watching you collapse still puts him in shock
luckily, Ruggie and Jack are nearby to help you to the infirmary, so Leona can focus on hunting Crowley down like an animal
there are very few times where Leona is particularly grateful for his status, but this is one of them. just one word on how his family will be hearing about Crowley's neglect, and the old bastard is begging him for forgiveness
even after that, Leona still sends Ruggie with snacks and drinks to Ramshackle
and if you ever scare him like that again, you'll regret it (lovingly)
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the news of you collapsing during flight lessons reaches Octavinelle rather fast. no one is particularly surprised, since Floyd had mentioned how easily you'd been bruising lately just the night before, but everyone is certainly worried
Azul is the first at your side, asking you all sorts of questions, worried sick. Jade has to remind him to give you space to rest, since you look exhausted (had you always had those dark circles? how could Azul have not noticed?)
now, Azul and the tweels could easily find a way to pressure Crowley, but they know better than to trust him
from now on, you'll be eating in the Mostro Lounge, free of charge
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perhaps Kalim was just oblivious, because he really didn't think anything was wrong until you were suddenly on the floor in front of him
sure, you'd been a little moody lately, but he figured it was just a thing you were going through. and besides, you know that you can talk to him about anything... right?
Jamil hurries to check your pulse, and shouts for him to get the school nurse- which is jarring, because Jamil never shouts
when you explain everything to Kalim later, he feels... terrible. he should've known- no, he should've asked
Kalim insists you stay at Scarabia while you're recovering, and makes sure you have the most enriching, delicious meals money can buy
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Vil knew it was bad, but not this bad. if he had known you were on the verge of collapsing, he would've taken a firmer approach to getting you to eat
you're going to worry him to death someday, you know that?
after he's done verbally eviscerating Crowley, he'll insist on joining you at every meal. he'll eat at Ramshackle, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, if that's what it takes
he's subtle about it, at least
if he notices that your plate feels empty, he'll just take some food from his and put it on yours. gracefully, elegantly, without a word
you'll come home one day to see your kitchen stocked with vitamins, supplements, and apples (courtesy of Epel)
<3 and a note that says he'll treat you to dinner whenever you want
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never scare Idia like that ever again. he wasn't even with you when you collapsed, and he STILL nearly had a heart attack
listen, he knows he's not a great role model when it comes to nutritional eating, but you have got to tell him these things. he would've had Ortho go get takeout! or something!
typical Crowley behavior, SMH. what does he think you are? a rabbit? even the school horses get treated better...
no way that Idia is going to even bother with that old fart, anyway. you want something? he'll get it for you. you don't even have to ask, he'll just send food to your place (and have Ortho check your vitals more often but shhh)
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I would not want to be in the room when Malleus finds out about this
not even the building. you know what? I'd steer clear of the whole island, because it will not be pretty
when you collapse in front of him, it feels like he's dying, too. the panic sets in, and he sends Lilia to look after you, and Silver and Sebek to escort you to the infirmary, and then he casually threatens to smite Crowley. obviously
if the students and staff of NRC thought Malleus was scary just being Malleus, he's terrifying when he's mad
(rest assured that you will be getting ten times the amount of food from now on)
it's thunderstorms for days after, but he never leaves your side
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#queued#riddle rosehearts x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#jade leech x reader#floyd leech x reader#kalim al asim x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#idia shroud x reader#malleus draconia x reader
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TANGLED DESIRES- p.sh
PAIRING: enemy!sunghoon x f!reader
SYNOPSIS: At a prestigious private school, you and Park Sunghoon are locked in a constant rivalry. During a party at your friend Karinaâs, a heated argument between you two escalates into an unexpected, passionate encounter. The next morning, you wake up in his arms, forcing both of you to confront the new, complicated tension between you. As you navigate the fallout and shifting feelings, you start to question if your biggest enemy might actually be something much more.
GENRE: enemies to lovers, rich kids au
WARNINGS: smut (unprotected sex, oral sex) rivalry, hurt feelings, angst. ALL ARE OF AGE
wc: 15.4k
You attend the most prestigious school in Korea, where the sky-high tuition fees are only accessible to those born into pure wealth. This elite institution is a playground for the richest families, and your name is synonymous with success. Your family, being the owners of one of Koreaâs top corporations, you seem to have everything at your fingertipsâa glamorous life of luxury, an enviable social circle, and endless opportunities.
To the outside world, youâre the quintessential rich girl: impeccably stylish, effortlessly popular, and seemingly flawless. Yet beneath this polished veneer lies a different reality. Despite your privileged upbringing, youâre kind-hearted, fiercely intelligent, and deeply dedicated to everything you do. Your friend group, including Jake, Jay, Heeseung, Sunoo, Niki, Jungwon, Yuna, and Karina, forms a close-knit circle that navigates the pressures of their world together.
But thereâs always been one glaring exception: Park Sunghoon. The feud between the two of you is infamous, an unspoken tension that pulses beneath the surface of your otherwise harmonious friendships. No one really knows how it started, and no one seems to care enough to unravel it. Instead, everyone just tolerates your constant bickering.
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The lunch table is alive with conversation, the usual chatter amplified by the excitement of the latest gossip. Karina sits comfortably beside Heeseung, leaning into him with an easy confidence that only she can pull off. Sheâs in the middle of talking about her parentsâ latest ventureâsomething about opening another resort somewhere exoticâwhen she casually drops the bomb.
âSo, theyâre gone for the whole weekend,â she says, her voice loud enough to catch everyoneâs attention. âAnd you know what that meansâŠâ
Jake perks up immediately, his eyes bright. âParty?â
Karina grins. âObviously. Saturday night, my place. No theme this time, just show up and bring your best energy.â
Yuna claps her hands in excitement. âFinally! Itâs been forever since the last one. I was starting to forget what a real party looks like.â
Jay laughs. âAs if youâd ever forget. You practically live for these things.â
Yuna sticks her tongue out at him, but her smile doesnât waver. âGuilty as charged.â
Heeseung wraps an arm around Karinaâs shoulders, looking amused. âYouâre not worried about your parents finding out?â
She rolls her eyes. âPlease, they wonât even notice. And even if they do, whatâs the worst that could happen? Theyâll just buy me something to make up for being gone.â
âMust be nice,â Niki mutters, leaning back in his chair.
Sunoo nudges him with a grin. âOh, come on, donât act like youâre not excited. You were the first one to ask about the music last time.â
Niki shrugs, but he canât hide his smile. âYeah, well, only if itâs not Sunghoonâs terrible playlist again.â
You glance across the table, catching Sunghoonâs eye. Heâs lounging back in his chair, looking entirely too pleased with himself. âMy playlist was fine, thank you very much,â he retorts. âItâs not my fault you have no taste.â
You snort. âPlease, Sunghoon, your taste in music is as bad as your taste in everything else.â
He looks over at you, eyebrow raised. âAnd whatâs that supposed to mean?â
You shrug, feigning innocence. âNothing, just that your definition of âgoodâ is highly questionable.â
He chuckles, the sound low and irritatingly smug. âComing from you, Iâll take that as a compliment.â
Karina cuts in, sensing the rising tension. âAlright, letâs not turn this into another one of your little spats. Save it for the party, okay?â
Sunghoon smirks, still looking at you. âLooking forward to it already.â
You roll your eyes but canât resist shooting back, âDonât get too excited, I might just ignore you all night.â
âOh, the horror,â he replies, his voice dripping with mock terror. âHow will I ever survive?â
Jay laughs, nudging Jake. âYou know, one day they might actually get along.â
Jake shakes his head, grinning. âNah, whereâs the fun in that?â
Karina steers the conversation back to the party details, running through a list of essentials while Heeseung nods along, offering suggestions. âInvite whoever you want,â she says, âoh except luci, last time I caught her giving mark head in my parents bedroom, I havenât been able to go in there since.â
You laugh and nod in agreement, trying not to notice how Sunghoon is still watching you, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you wonder whatâs going through his head, but then you push the thought away. Whatever it is, itâs probably nothing you need to worry about.
Karina claps her hands, bringing the attention back to her. âSo, everyoneâs in?â
Thereâs a chorus of agreement, and the table erupts into a mix of laughter and excited chatter as plans start to form. You glance over at Sunghoon one more time, catching his eye for a brief second before looking away. This party is already shaping up to be interesting⊠and you have a feeling thatâs an understatement.
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The lunch buzz still lingers in your ears as the group makes its way back across the pristine campus grounds. The sunlight reflects off the sleek, modern architecture of the schoolâs main building, and you canât help but admire the way everything here seems to sparkleâlike even the bricks and mortar are aware of the school's prestige.
You find yourself walking beside Karina, whoâs still chatting excitedly about the party, while Heeseung stays close, throwing in a comment or two. Yuna and Sunoo are a few steps ahead, their heads bent together as they giggle over something on Sunooâs phone. You catch Jake and Jay trailing behind, still debating something about sports cars or the best summer destinations.
Just as youâre about to reach the entrance, you feel a presence beside you. You donât need to turn your head to know who it is; Sunghoon always manages to sidle up to you when you least expect it.
âWhat, are you following me now?â you ask, not breaking your stride.
He chuckles. âOh, please. Donât flatter yourself. It just so happens our lockers are in the same direction.â
âRight,â you drawl, rolling your eyes. âLike you donât go out of your way to annoy me.â
He glances at you, smirk still firmly in place. âMaybe I just like seeing you get all riled up. Itâs entertaining.â
You shoot him a glare, but before you can fire back a retort, the group reaches the main hallway. The chatter from the student body fills the air, a mix of excitement and post-lunch drowsiness. The smell of expensive cologne and designer perfumes lingers in the air, an unmistakable signature of the schoolâs elite.
Karina stops at her locker, Heeseung leaning against it with a casual arm draped over her shoulder. She turns to you, her voice dropping conspiratorially. âSo, youâre coming early on Saturday, right? I need a hand setting things up.â
You nod, grateful for the distraction from Sunghoon. âOf course. Iâll be there.â
âGreat!â She beams. âAnd maybe you can help me make sure everything stays under control. You know how things can get with this crowd.â
Heeseung laughs softly. âGood luck with that. I donât think anyoneâs ever managed to keep Sunoo and Niki under control for more than five minutes.â
As if on cue, Sunoo pops up beside you with a grin. âI heard that, Heeseung! Iâm an angel, thank you very much.â
Niki appears at his side, raising an eyebrow. âAn angel of chaos, maybe.â
The group laughs, and you feel the tension in your shoulders ease. Itâs moments like these that make all the bickering and drama feel worth it.
But then, just as youâre about to make another comment, Sunghoonâs voice cuts through the noise. âSo, Y/N,â he says casually, âwhat are you going to wear to the party? Let me guess⊠something that screams âtrying too hardâ?â
You whip your head around, narrowing your eyes at him. âAnd what are you planning on wearing, Sunghoon? Something that screams âI own everything but a personalityâ?â
Thereâs a collective gasp from your friends, followed by a chorus of laughter. Sunghoon raises his eyebrows, feigning a look of hurt. âOuch, that one actually stung a little. Didnât know you had it in you.â
You cross your arms, feeling a triumphant smile tug at your lips. âIâve got plenty more where that came from. Try me.â
He leans in slightly, lowering his voice just enough that only you can hear. âMaybe I will,â he says, his eyes flicking over you in a way that makes your pulse quicken. âBut youâre going to have to do better than that if you want to get under my skin.â
Youâre about to retort when a voice interrupts. âCan we get through one day without you two turning everything into a competition?â Jay sighs, looking exasperated. âSeriously, itâs exhausting just watching you.â
Jake nods in agreement, though heâs grinning. âYou guys need to find a new hobby. Preferably one that doesnât involve verbal sparring in the middle of the hallway.â
You shrug, unable to resist the urge to keep poking at Sunghoon. âIâm open to suggestions, but I doubt Sunghoon has any better ideas.â
Sunghoon leans back, crossing his arms with a playful smile. âOh, Iâve got plenty of ideas. But I think youâd be too scared to try them.â
Before you can respond, the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. Karina groans. âUgh, saved by the bell. I guess weâll have to pick this up later.â
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As everyone starts to disperse to their respective classes, Sunghoon gives you one last look, a challenge in his eyes. âDonât worry, Y/N,â he says smoothly. âIâll be looking forward to it.â
You roll your eyes, but your heart is beating just a little faster. You canât help but wonder what exactly heâs planning⊠and why a part of you is actually looking forward to finding out.
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The day of the party arrives with a crisp, clear sky and a hint of excitement that seems to permeate every corner of the city. You wake up early, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervous energy. Karina had texted you the night before, reminding you to come over in the afternoon to help set up for the party. You agreed eagerly, knowing that any opportunity to help would give you something to focus on and take your mind off the strange tension building between you and Sunghoon.
When you arrive at Karinaâs mansion, the house is buzzing with activity. Karinaâs housekeeper greets you at the door with a warm smile, directing you to the large, open-plan living area where Karina is already busy coordinating the decorations with a small army of helpers. The space is being transformed into a glamorous party venue with twinkling lights, elegant table settings, and a dance floor that looks like itâs straight out of a high-end club.
Karina spots you as soon as you walk in, her face lighting up with relief and excitement. âY/N! Perfect timing. Iâm so glad youâre here. We could use an extra pair of hands.â
You smile, rolling up your sleeves. âWhat can I do to help?â
Karina hands you a stack of neatly folded napkins and points towards a table covered with party favors. âStart by setting these up on the tables. I want everything to look perfect tonight.â
You get to work, organizing napkins and arranging snack trays, chatting with Karina about the last-minute details. The hours fly by as you work alongside her, the room gradually coming together into a setting that is unmistakably Karinaâs styleâclassy, sophisticated, and just a bit over the top.
As the afternoon drifts into evening, Karina claps her hands and gathers you for a brief break. âAlright, itâs time for a quick change. Youâve been working so hard, and I want you to look as fabulous as the rest of the evening.â
You raise an eyebrow, half-teasing. âWhatâs wrong with what Iâm wearing?â
Karina waves her hand dismissively. âyou donât want me to answer that. cmon youâre hot, why not show off a little?â
Before you can protest, Karina ushers you into her bedroom and pulls out a sleek, little black dress from her closet. The dress is short and simple with a cut that accentuates your figure without being too revealing.
âPut this on,â Karina insists, handing you the dress. âTrust me, youâll look amazing. And donât worry about the hair and makeup; Iâve got that covered too.â
You change quickly, admiring the way the dress fits and the way it makes you feel more confident and glamorous. When you step out of the room, Karina is waiting with a professional-looking makeup kit and a few hair tools.
As she works on your hair and makeup, she chatters away, filling the room with her usual upbeat energy. âyou look sexyâ
You smile at her reflection in the mirror. âThanks, Karina. You donât think itâs a bit much? Itâs definitely more out there than I usually go forâ.
Karina beams, finishing up with a final touch of lipstick. âbabe thereâs no such thing as too much. And who knows, maybe youâll catch someone eye tonight,â she tells you with a wink.
With a laugh and a final look at yourself in the mirror, you feel a surge of excitement. The dress feels perfect, and the makeup and hair make you look polished and ready for the night. As you head back downstairs, you catch sight of Karinaâs smile of approval, and you canât help but feel a bit more confident about the evening ahead.
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The music starts pumping through the walls as you and Karina make your way back downstairs. The final touches have been set, and the room looks like a scene straight out of a teen movie: fairy lights strung up in every corner, a couple of disco balls catching the light just right, and a dance floor that practically begs people to let loose. Karina surveys everything with a grin that stretches from ear to ear.
âSee?â she says, nudging you with her elbow. âThis is why I always go all out.â
You chuckle, glancing around. âOkay, okay, you were right. This does look kind of amazing.â
The doorbell rings, and Karina practically bounces on her toes. âThat must be the first guests! Come on, we have to greet everyone in style.â
The two of you rush to the front door, and soon enough, your friends start streaming in. Sunoo is the first to arrive, with Niki and Jungwon right behind him. They all look ready to have the best night ever, and Sunoo immediately zeroes in on you, his eyes going wide.
âOh. My. God. Y/N!â Sunoo exclaims dramatically, clutching his chest. âLook at you in that little black dress! Who is she?!â
You roll your eyes, fighting back a grin. âAlright, Sunoo, calm down. Itâs just a dress.â
âItâs not just a dress,â Niki interjects with a grin. âItâs the dress. Who are you trying to impress tonight?â
Jungwon nudges Niki. âYeah, spill. Is there someone youâre hoping to catch the eye of?â
You smirk, crossing your arms. âOh, please, like Iâd tell you guys even if there was.â
More of your friends arrive, and soon the room is buzzing with chatter and laughter. Jake and Jay show up not long after, both of them effortlessly cool as always. Jay immediately gets to work DJ-ing from his phone, while Jake heads to the makeshift bar, already concocting a round of mixed drinks.
Then, just as you start to relax, you see himâPark Sunghoon. He steps in, looking annoyingly good in a casual black button-down and jeans. His eyes scan the room until they find you. For a split second, he looks almost surprised, but then his trademark smirk appears.
âWell, well,â Sunghoon says as he strolls over to you, hands casually shoved into his pockets. âLook who decided to play dress-up. You got a hot date tonight or something?â
You scoff, giving him a look. âOh, please, Sunghoon. Unlike you, I donât have to try so hard to impress everyone.â
Sunghoon chuckles, leaning in just slightly. âRight. Because you just show up looking like that for fun?â
Before you can shoot back a retort, Karina swoops in, looping her arm through yours. âHey, Sunghoon, quit being a troll. Y/N looks amazing, and you know it. Now go get a drink and try to be nice for once!â
He holds up his hands, his grin widening. âAlright, alright, Iâll behave... for now.â
You watch as he saunters off to join Jake at the bar, and Karina gives you a knowing look. âDonât let him get under your skin tonight, okay?â
You nod, trying to brush it off, even though youâre still buzzing from his teasing. âYeah, yeah, Iâm good.â
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The party is in full swing nowâmusic thumping, people laughing, and the lights twinkling overhead like stars. You find yourself swept up in the fun, moving from one conversation to the next, the earlier tension with Sunghoon momentarily forgotten. Youâre by the snack table, popping a few chips into your mouth when Haechan sidles up next to you with his signature grin.
âHey, Y/N,â he says smoothly, leaning in a little closer than necessary. âLooking good tonight. That dress is seriously working for you.â
You smile at him, amused by his blatant flirting. âThanks, Haechan. Youâre not looking too bad yourself,â you reply, playing along. Heâs always been a harmless flirt, and you donât mind the attention tonight.
He grins wider, clearly pleased. âI try. But seriously, I canât believe Iâm just now noticing how stunning you are. Were you hiding this whole time or just waiting for the perfect moment to make your grand entrance?â
You laugh, shaking your head. âOh, you know me. Always dramatic,â you joke, and he chuckles, leaning in a bit more.
âYouâre full of surprises, Y/N. Makes me want to know you better,â he says, his voice dropping slightly, and you canât help but laugh at his over-the-top delivery.
What you donât notice is that from across the room, Sunghoon has been watching the entire interaction with a growing frown. Heâs leaning against a wall, a drink in hand, his eyes narrowing as he watches Haechan lean closer to you, flashing that charming smile. His jaw tightens, and his grip on the cup becomes visibly tighter.
Heeseung, whoâs been standing beside him, follows his line of sight and notices the tense look on his friendâs face. A knowing grin spreads across Heeseungâs lips as he leans over to Sunghoon, nudging him with his elbow.
âSomeone looks like theyâve got their feathers ruffled,â Heeseung teases, keeping his voice low so only Sunghoon can hear.
Sunghoon scoffs, rolling his eyes. âIâm fine.â
âSure,â Heeseung laughs. âThatâs why youâve been glaring at Haechan like youâre ready to knock that grin off his face.â
Sunghoon doesnât respond right away, but his eyes remain fixed on you and Haechan. Heeseung watches with amusement, clearly enjoying the show.
âJust admit it, man,â Heeseung continues, his tone light. âYouâre jealous.â
Sunghoon finally looks away from you, giving Heeseung a dismissive look. âIâm not jealous. I just donât like seeing him act like a fool.â
Heeseung snorts. âRight. Because youâre so worried about Haechan embarrassing himself.â He claps a hand on Sunghoonâs shoulder. âCome on, dude, just go talk to her. Or are you afraid sheâll turn you down?â
Sunghoon shoots him a glare. âShut up, Heeseung.â
Heeseung just laughs harder, clearly unbothered by Sunghoonâs mood. âAlright, whatever you say. But just so you know, glaring at Haechan isnât going to do anything except make you look more obvious.â
Sunghoon doesnât answer, but Heeseungâs words seem to hit a nerve. He turns his attention back to you, his expression unreadable, though thereâs still a flicker of something in his eyesâsomething more than just casual interest.
Meanwhile, youâre still chatting with Haechan, completely unaware of the little drama unfolding across the room. But you canât shake the feeling that someoneâs watching you, and when you finally glance up, your eyes meet Sunghoonâs for just a second. He quickly looks away, and you canât help but wonder what that was all about.
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The party continues to buzz around you, but after a while, the noise and energy start to feel a bit overwhelming. You decide you need a break, a moment to yourself away from the chaos. Without saying anything, you slip out of the crowded living room and head toward the balcony, where the air is cooler and the music is just a muffled hum in the background.
You push open the glass doors and step outside, letting the crisp night air hit your face. Itâs a welcome change from the warmth inside. You lean against the railing, taking a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. The stars are faint above the city lights, and you can hear distant sounds of traffic, a reminder of the world continuing outside this little bubble of a party.
You close your eyes for a moment, just enjoying the quiet. But then, you hear the soft sound of footsteps behind you. You turn, half-expecting to see Karina or maybe Sunoo, but your heart skips a beat when you see Sunghoon stepping out onto the balcony.
âWhat do you want, Sunghoon?â you sigh, not bothering to hide your annoyance.
âI could ask you the same thingâ he replies, his voice closer than you expected. You feel the warmth of his body behind you, jus inches away. âRunning away from the party?â
âHardly.â You glance over your shoulder at him. âJust needed a break from all the fakes and liars inside.â
His lips curl into that familiar, infuriating smirk. âAnd here I thought you thrived on that type of thing. Who knew Y/N had limits?â
You roll tour eyes, turning back to the view. âYeah, well, believe it or not I do. But you wouldnât know anything, would you?â
Sunghoon steps closer, his breath brushing against your ear, sending an unwanted shiver down your spine. You feel a rush of heat flood your cheeks and something else you refuse to acknowledge. âYou donât know anything about me, Sunghoon. And id keep it that way if I were you.â
He laughs, a deep, rich sound that makes your skin prickle. âI think you like it when I get under your skin. Why else do you always react like this?â You scoff, turning to face him, only then realizing how close he actually was. âMaybe iâm just tired of you acting like youâre gods gift to the world. newsflash: youâre not.â
His grin widens, and he takes another step closer, invading youâre space entirely as if he wasnât already to begin with. âAdmit it.â he says, his voice dropping lower. âYou like our little games. You like the way I push your buttons.â
Your heart is pounding now, and you hate that heâs right, that thereâs something about him that gets to you in a way no one else does.But you refuse to five him the satisfaction of knowing it. âIn your dreams,â you snap, though the breathlessness in your voice betrays you.
He reaches out, his fingers brushing your arm, and you feel a jolt of heat at the contact. âIs that so?â he whispers, his lips dangerously close to yours now, his eyes dark with challenge. âBecause I think youâre lying. I think you want this as much as I do.â
Your breath hitches, and for a moment, youâre frozen, caught in his gaze. The intensity in his eyes makes your pulse race, a mix of anger and undeniable attraction. Heâs so close now that you can feel his breath your lips, and before you can stop yourself, you grab his shirt, pulling him the last few inches towards you.
âMaybe I just want to shut you up,â you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper. âThen do it,â he taunts, his lips brushing against yours, almost but not quite a kiss. Itâs all the encouragement you need. You close the distance, your mouth crashing against his. His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer, and you press against him, fueled by a mix of anger and desire.
The kiss is intense, a battle of wills as much as it is anything else. His lips are firm, demanding, and you meet him with equal force, neither of you willing to give an inch. Your hands move up to his hair, tugging slightly and he groans against your mouth, deepening the kiss.
Youâre lost in it. Lost in him, every nerve in your body alight with sensation. His hands slide up your back, his touch sending sparks through you, and you hate how much you crave it, hate how much you want him despite everything.
Youâre breathless when you finally pull back, your heart hammering against your ribs. Sunghoonâs lips are parted, his breaths coming in ragged, and his eyes are dark with something dangerousâsomething you know you shouldnât be entertaining.
His hand is still on your waist, his thumb brushing the exposed skin just beneath the hem of your shirt, and you swear every nerve in your body is on fire. He leans in close, his lips grazing your ear, and his voice comes out in a low, almost pleading murmur. âCome back to my place.â
It isnât a question, but thereâs something in his tone that sends a shiver down your spine, a combination of hunger and desperation that mirrors whatâs coursing through your veins. For a moment, youâre temptedâso, so tempted to just say yes and give in to whatever this is. But logic fights its way to the surface, and you pull back just enough to meet his gaze.
âAre you serious?â you ask, your voice wavering more than youâd like.
His expression doesnât falter, his eyes locked onto yours. âDead serious.â He swallows, his grip on your waist tightening, as if heâs afraid youâll slip away. âI donât want this to end here.â
You hesitate, your mind racing. This is SunghoonâPark Sunghoonâthe guy youâve spent so long arguing with, glaring at across rooms, doing everything in your power to avoid. But thereâs something different about the way heâs looking at you now, something raw and real that makes it hard to think clearly.
âI donât know,â you say, trying to sound firm, though your resolve is crumbling by the second. âI mean⊠this is crazy.â
âMaybe,â he agrees, his voice still low, still laced with that edge of desperation. âBut I think you like crazy.â His lips curl into a half-smile, that familiar cockiness tempered with something else, something softer.
You bite your lip, weighing your options, feeling the tension between you bothâhot, magnetic, impossible to ignore. âThis is a bad idea,â you whisper, though even you can hear the lack of conviction in your words.
Sunghoon steps closer, closing the distance again, his forehead almost touching yours. âProbably the worst,â he says, his breath hot against your skin. âBut if you donât say yes, Iâm going to lose my mind.â
You can feel his heartbeat through his shirt, can feel how fast itâs racing, and you know he means it. Part of you is screaming to walk away, to leave now before you make a mistake, but thereâs another partâa louder, more reckless partâthatâs screaming for you to stay, to see where this goes.
âJust one night,â he murmurs, his lips brushing yours again, barely a kiss, just enough to make you shiver. âNo strings, no expectations. Just⊠us.â
You close your eyes, fighting against every instinct telling you to run. But when you open them again, his gaze is still locked onto yours, and you canât deny the heat pooling in your stomach, the way your skin tingles with every touch.
âFine,â you breathe, barely louder than a whisper. âOne night.â
His grin is immediate, but thereâs relief in it too, and he closes the distance, pressing his lips to yours again, this time harder, more insistent. âLetâs get out of here,â he says against your mouth, his hand sliding to intertwine with yours, and you know thereâs no going back now.
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You manage to sneak past your friends to leave Karinaâs mansion, the partygoers and scattered distractions making it all that more simple.
The drive is quiet, both of you caught in your own thoughts. The city passes by in a blur of neon signs and headlights, the streets quieter than they were earlier. You steal a glance at him, watching the way his jaw clenches, the way his fingers tap against the wheel like heâs counting down the seconds.
Sunghoon pulls up to his mansion, its sprawling, modern architecture framed by towering trees and high walls that ensure absolute privacy. The wide driveway curves up to the grand entrance, where soft lights cast a warm glow over the marble steps and tall double doors. You glance around, taking in the sheer size of the placeânot because it surprises you, but because youâve never been here before.
Your own familyâs estate is nothing to scoff at, but thereâs a distinct style to his homeâsomething sleek and almost understated, despite its size. You tilt your head slightly, noticing the details: the way the garden is meticulously maintained, the sharp lines of the building softened by the greenery that surrounds it. Itâs impressive, in a way thatâs different from what youâre used to.
He takes your hand to lead you inside, you follow him down the dimly lit corridor, decorated with family pictures and modern art that costs a fortune. He pauses at his bedroom door, his hand still holding yours, and turns to look at you one more time. âLast chance to change your mind,â he murmurs, though his thumb strokes the back of your hand, a comforting gesture.
You take a deep breath, then shake your head. âIâm not changing my mind.â
A small smile tugs at his lips. âGood,â he whispers, unlocking the door and pushing it open.
You step inside, and he follows, closing the door behind you. The space is dimly lit, warm, and thereâs an unexpected coziness to itâminimalistic but comfortable. The air feels thick with everything unspoken between you.
Sunghoon turns to you, his gaze intense, and he steps closer, his hand moving up to your face, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. âIâve been thinking about this all night,â he admits quietly, his voice almost a growl.
Your breath catches, and you feel the heat rush to your face. âThen stop talking,â you murmur, your own voice breathless.
His lips are on yours in an instant, capturing your mouth in a kiss thatâs all-consuming, filled with all the tension, the want, the frustration thatâs been building for so long. You kiss him back just as fiercely, hands sliding up his chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding beneath your palms.
Sunghoon's hands roamed over your body, squeezing your tits. You let out a small involuntary moan, a grunt leaving him immediately after. His lips move down to your next, trailing up and down before reaching that sweet spot right behind your ear.
It all feels to fucking good, your panties sticking to your core. He moves to sit on the edge of his bed, pulling you into his lap before catching your lips once again. His growing hardness is poking at you. âYou look so fucking sexy in this little dress,â He tells you in a low tone that makes you clench around nothing, the ache between your legs growing. You start grinding on him, his hands grabbing your ass, encouraging you to keep grinding against his clothed length. âThatâs it baby, grind on me, keep rubbing that pretty pussy over my cock.â
Your head is thrown back, lip in between your teeth, his words encouraging your quickening movements. âNeed you so bad, Hoon,â you manage to get out.
âYeah baby? tell me what you need.â He tells you. Itâs almost embarrassing how much you wanted him. âNeed your cock.â Without another word you feel his hands back on your ass, lifting you up and throwing you down on his bed. He looks up at you with mischievious eyes, hovering over you as his hands roam down the sides of your thighs to them hem of your dress. âCan i take this off?â he asks, caressing the soft, exposed skin there.
Eagerly, you nod quickly, reaching for the hem to help him pull it up and over your head. Luckily you opted for a pair of black lacy panties and opposed to your more comfortable ones. He audibly sighs and your exposed figure, âYouâre so beautiful,â He tells you, his fingers working to slide your panties down your legs and tossing them to the side, revealing just how much you wanted him.
âShit baby youâre so wet.â He leans down, placing soft, wet kisses just below your navel, dangerously close to where you wanted him most. âHoon please,â you murmur out. He straightens out, unbuckling his belt to pull down his pants and boxers all in one go. While he wasnât remarkably long, he made up for it in girth. You lick your lips at the sight, anticipation and heat pooling.
He pumps himself a couple times before heâs lining himself up with your entrance. He takes his time, making sure to smear your slick between your clit and his length. You feel his tip parting your folds, your breath hitching in your throat. âYou ready?â his eyes meet yours for assurance. No words come out your mouth, all you do is nod.
He enters you carefully, a strong contrast from his words earlier in the night. The last thing he wants is to rush, just because of how unpatient and horny he is. You close your eyes, holding in the gasp that threatens to escape your lips. âRelax baby, I got you.â
âI know,â you breathe out. The sudden stretch has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. The burn quickly turning into a delicious one. âThatâs it,â he praises you continuing to slide in until heâs nestled completely between your walls. âYou take me so well,â he grunts, his length twitching inside of you.
âFuck me, Hoonâ you murmur, your walls clench around him, throwing his head back at the feeling. Before you know it heâs pulling out of you, only to smack his hips back against yours. It knocks all the oxygen out your lungs, leaving you breathless as he repeats the same action over and over again. âFuck,â you breathe out, focusing on how good he looks above you.
Youâre in a complete feeling of euphoria. Sunghoonâs skills topping those of the few guys youâve slept with before. In that moment, all the bickering and years of back and forth leave your mind completely. The only thing closing your mind is how good him of all people is making you feel.
âHoon⊠faster,â you let out, his hips snapping in a faster pace on command. Your back arches off the bed, hands grasping the sheets in small fists. He notices and reaches for them to thread his fingers through yours, pinning them above your head. âYou like that baby? love how good you feel⊠fuck youâre so tight. Gonna make you cum so hard.â
âIâm so c-close, fuck,â you breathe out. His thrusts become messier and you know heâs close. âCum on my cock pretty,â he grunts, hands letting go of yours to grip your hips. Clenching around him, it takes a few for pumps before youâre both coming undone. His cock twitching inside you as he fucks his cum into you.
He drops his sweaty forehead against your shoulder, quick, deep breaths meeting your skin and he comes down from his high. It takes you both a while before your breathing steadys. âYou good?,â he asks you, settling on the bed beside you. âmhm,â is all you say in response, unsure as to where this leaves your relationship. It all felt to good to ignore. âAre you good?â you ask him after a moment of silence. âBetter than I have in a long time.â
Youâre not sure when you fall asleep. The exhaustion taking over you all at once.
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The morning light filters softly through the heavy curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. You wake to the sound of birds chirping outside, their songs a peaceful contrast to the intensity of the night before. The bed is warm, and youâre nestled comfortably under the covers, Sunghoonâs arm draped over you.
You shift slightly, the movement causing Sunghoon to stir beside you. He mumbles something incoherent, tightening his hold on you before settling back into a deeper sleep. You take a moment to just lie there, letting yourself absorb the strange, surreal comfort of the situation. Thereâs an odd serenity in the room, a calm that feels almost unreal given the whirlwind of emotions that led you here.
As you slowly become more aware, you gently untangle yourself from his embrace, careful not to wake him. You sit up and stretch, glancing around at the elegant room thatâs now your temporary sanctuary. The soft morning light highlights the sleek lines and modern decor, giving the space an almost ethereal quality.
You slide out of bed and make your way to the bathroom, feeling a little self-conscious but determined to gather yourself. You glance at yourself in the mirror, trying to process the whirlwind of the past night. The evidence of sleep lingers in your eyes, and you smooth your hair, mentally preparing yourself for whatever comes next.
When you return to the bedroom, Sunghoon is still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. You take a moment to just watch him, the vulnerability in his expression softened by sleep. Thereâs a part of you that feels a pang of somethingâsoftness, maybe even affectionâthough youâre still trying to fully understand what it all means.
Deciding not to linger too long, you quietly gather your things and start to get dressed. Youâre pulling on your clothes when you hear a rustling behind you. You turn to find Sunghoon blinking awake, his gaze immediately locking on you with a sleepy, yet intense look.
âGood morning,â he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.
You smile softly, trying to keep things light despite the previous night's intensity. âMorning. I didnât want to wake you.â
He stretches lazily, a smirk forming on his lips. âAnd here I was thinking youâd sneak out before I even woke up. Not very considerate of you, you know.â
You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms. âOh, sorry. I didnât realize I was supposed to tiptoe around your mansion.â
He chuckles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. âYeah, well, you should be lucky youâre not being kicked out for your unexpected visit.â
You roll your eyes, pulling on your shirt. âOh, please. Itâs not like I forced my way in. You made it pretty clear you wanted me here.â
His smirk widens. âTrue. And now Iâm faced with the charming aftermath of our little escapade. How do you intend to handle that?â
You shrug, trying to keep your tone casual. âI think we both know this doesnât exactly change things. We still donât like each other. This was⊠a one-off.â
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. âA one-off? Thatâs what weâre calling it now? What happened to all that intense âhateâ from last night?â
You narrow your eyes at him, feeling a bit defensive. âItâs complicated. We both know that. Iâm just here to sort myself out.â
He stands up, stretching with a yawn. âWell, I suppose if youâre done with the morning-after drama, I should at least make you breakfast.â
You look at him skeptically. âBreakfast? Youâre really pulling out the stops now?â
He gives you a mockingly hurt look. âDonât sound so surprised. Even enemies deserve to be fed after a night like that.â
You smirk, shaking your head. âFine. Breakfast it is. But donât think this means Iâm sticking around for a whole lot of chit-chat.â
He grins, clearly pleased with your response. âWouldnât dream of it. Just a quick meal and then you can be on your way.â
As he leads you to the kitchen, you both fall into a familiar rhythm, trading barbs and jabs that feel almost comfortable in their own way. The awkwardness of the night before is still there, but itâs tempered by the humor and banter that defines your relationship.
In the kitchen, Sunghoon starts pulling out ingredients, his movements confident and efficient. You watch him, feeling a strange mix of irritation and appreciation. Despite everything, thereâs something almost endearing about the way heâs trying to play the gracious host.
âSo, whatâs the plan after breakfast?â you ask, grabbing a coffee cup and filling it. âAre we going to pretend like nothing happened, or do you have some other grand gesture in mind?â
He looks over at you with a smirk. âMaybe Iâll just enjoy the novelty of seeing you eat my food. Consider it a small victory.â
You roll your eyes, but thereâs a genuine smile on your lips. âEnjoy it while it lasts. Iâm not here for long.â
He chuckles, placing a plate of food in front of you. âDonât worry, I wonât be offended if you leave right after. Iâm sure weâll find new ways to annoy each other soon enough.â
You take a bite of the breakfast, shaking your head in mock exasperation. âIâll hold you to that.â
As you eat, the tension from the night before begins to ease, replaced by the familiar dynamic of your interactions. Itâs not exactly comfortable, but itâs familiarâa small reminder that despite everything, some things never really change.
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The bell rings, signaling the end of the period, you gather your things and stand up, eager to leave the classroom and escape the strange tension thatâs been hanging between you and Sunghoon all day. Youâre heading toward the door when you feel a light tap on your shoulder. You turn around to find Sunghoon standing close, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
âCan I help you?â you ask, trying to keep your tone neutral.
Sunghoon leans in, his face just inches from yours. His breath is warm against your ear, and you can feel his proximity even though you try to back away slightly. âYou look cute today,â he whispers, his voice low and deliberately teasing.
You freeze for a moment, your heart skipping a beat as his words sink in. Youâre taken aback by the unexpected comment, feeling a rush of irritation mixed with something you canât quite define. You quickly compose yourself, narrowing your eyes at him.
âSeriously?â you hiss, trying to keep your voice low so that no one else hears. âNow youâre trying to play nice? How pathetic.â
Sunghoon pulls back slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. âIâm just making an observation,â he says innocently, though the amusement in his eyes betrays him.
You roll your eyes, your frustration evident. âYeah, well, save it for someone who actually cares. Iâm not in the mood for your games.â
As you turn and walk toward the door, you hear Sunghoonâs laughter behind you, light and mocking. You try to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks as you make your way out of the classroom, determined not to let him get under your skin. Despite your efforts to stay composed, his words linger in your mind, adding to the awkwardness and confusion of the day.
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Lunch at school is a lively affair, with the cafeteria buzzing with the chatter of students and the clatter of trays. You and your friendsâYuna, Karina, and the restâsettle into your usual spot at the table. Sunghoon and his group are seated across from you, and you can feel his gaze lingering on you, even as you try to focus on the conversation with your friends.
Karina is mid-sentence, animatedly discussing the latest school gossip when Sunghoon's voice cuts through. âOh, come on, Y/N. You can't actually believe that nonsense.â
You glance up, catching Sunghoonâs eyes. Heâs smirking, clearly enjoying the opportunity to poke at you. âAnd whatâs so ridiculous about it?â you retort, trying to keep your voice steady despite the irritation brewing inside you.
âSeriously?â Sunghoonâs grin widens. âItâs just a bunch of exaggerated stories. Youâve always had a knack for falling for that kind of thing.â
You roll your eyes, feeling a familiar annoyance bubbling up. âSays the guy whoâs always spouting off about how everythingâs ânot worth his time.ââ
Sunghoon leans back in his chair, folding his arms. âAt least I donât get caught up in every little bit of drama that comes my way.â
You scoff, crossing your arms. âIâm not the one who spends half his day looking for ways to pick fights. Maybe if you werenât so obsessed with making everything a competition, youâd see things more clearly.â
Yuna and Karina exchange glances, trying to stifle their laughter as the two of you go back and forth. Karina nudges you playfully. âLooks like you two are back to your old routine.â
You shoot her a sidelong glance, annoyed but unable to hide a small smile. âOh, you have no idea.â
Meanwhile, Sunghoonâs eyes are fixed on you, his smirk never fading. Every time you catch him looking, you feel a mix of frustration and unease. His gaze is unrelenting, and despite your best efforts to ignore it, you canât help but feel self-conscious.
âWhat are you staring at?â you snap, catching him in the act.
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, his expression innocent. âJust observing. Is that a problem?â
You narrow your eyes, crossing your arms. âMaybe if you had something better to do than harass me, you wouldnât have to be so nosy.â
He chuckles, leaning forward with a teasing glint in his eyes. âMaybe I just enjoy watching you get all riled up. Itâs entertaining.â
You glare at him, feeling your irritation spike. âYeah, well, itâs not exactly a compliment.â
Sunghoon shrugs, still smirking. âSuit yourself.â
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After lunch, you head to your next class with a sense of relief, hoping to escape the tension of the cafeteria. As you settle into your seat, the classroom buzzes with the usual pre-class chatter. You glance around, hoping to avoid any more interactions with Sunghoon, but heâs in the same class, sitting a few rows behind you.
The teacher arrives, and the room quiets down as the lesson begins. You try to focus on the lecture, but the lingering effects of the lunchtime bickering keep your thoughts scattered. Every now and then, you can feel Sunghoonâs eyes on you, though you avoid turning around to confirm it.
Halfway through the class, you feel a small piece of paper land softly on your desk. You glance down to find a note with neat handwriting:
*âCan we at least pretend to be civil? I promise Iâm not plotting your demise.â*
You roll your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. You scribble a quick reply:
âWhy start now? Itâs more fun to keep you on your toes.â
You fold the note and toss it back over your shoulder, hoping it will reach him without drawing too much attention. A few moments later, you see Sunghoonâs hand reach forward to grab it, his expression unreadable.
The rest of the class proceeds in a blur of lectures and notes. The occasional glances you and Sunghoon exchange are filled with unspoken tension, but you both manage to keep your interactions to a minimum.
At the end of your lecture, you pack up your things and make your way out of the classroom. Youâre heading down the hall when you hear Sunghoonâs voice behind you.
âHey, wait up.â
You stop, turning to see him catching up with you. Heâs wearing a casual expression, though thereâs a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
âSeriously? What now?â you ask, trying to keep your tone even.
Sunghoonâs gaze lingers on you, and he seems to consider his next words carefully. âSo, I was thinking⊠why donât you come over to my place later?â
You raise an eyebrow, puzzled. âFor what? We already had our⊠whatever that was.â
Sunghoon gives you a knowing look, his smirk widening. âCome on, you know youâre curious. Besides, you know you want me.â
You feel a rush of heat at his words, and you try to maintain your composure. âAnd what happened to it being a one-night thing? Are you trying to make this a regular thing now?â
Sunghoonâs eyes twinkle with mischief. âMaybe I am. Or maybe I just want to spend more time with you. Either way, I think youâre interested.â
You hesitate, feeling the pull of his words. The desire that was ignited the night before is still burning strong, and you find yourself tempted despite your better judgment.
With a sigh, you give in, unable to resist the allure of what heâs offering. âAlright, fine. Iâll come over. But just to see what you have in mind.â Sunghoonâs smile broadens, clearly pleased with your decision. âGreat. see you later.â
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Later that night, you stand outside Sunghoonâs, house, or rather mansion. With a deep breath, you ring the doorbelll, and a moment later, Sunghoon opens the door. His eyes rake over you, and thereâs that cocky familiar smirk on his face. âYoure here,â he says, stepping aside to let you in. Thereâs no hint of surprise, just a kind of smug statisfaction, like he knew youâd come.
âYeah,â you reply, stepping inside âso whatâs this all about?â Sunghoon doesnât answer immediately. He just walks past you, heading into the foyer. You follow, your curiosity piqued, but you donât miss the way his eyes flicker back to you with that same intent look. He turns around suddenly, before you can even process whatâs happening, heâs closing the distance between you, leaning in like heâs about to kiss you.
âWoah wait,â you say quickly, pressing a hand against him firm chest to stop him. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
Sunghoon pauses, eyebrows raised, but thereâs no real apology in his expression. âWhat do you think in doing?â he counters, his voice low, almost daring him to challenge you. You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart is racing. âI didnât come here just to⊠you know.â
He smirks, leaning in just enough that you feel the warmth of his breath. âThen why did you come here?â
You hesitate, caught between wanting to play it cool and the undeniable pull you feel toward him. âMaybe I was curious.â Sunghoon chuckles, âYouâre here because you want this, sweetheart,â he murmurs, his hand grazing your hip lightly, testing your boundaries.
You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure. âYou think you know everything, donât you?â
His smirk widens. âI know enough.â He leans in again, and this time, his lips brush against your neck, a bold move that sends a jolt of heat through you. You bite your lip, figuring the urge to melt into his touch. âI didnât say you couldââ
âThen stop me,â he challenges, his voice a whisper against your skin. Your mind races every logical thought battling against the desire thatâs been simmering between you since the other night. You hate how easily he gets under your skin, how is arrogance is both infuriating and strangely alluring. But instead of pushing him away, you find yourself lingering, testing the r limits just like he is.
âYouâre infuriating,â you mutter, half annoyed, half breathless. He pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression smug but hungry. âYet I donât see you walking away.â
You hate that heâs right. Instead of anything else, you meet his gaze head on, feeling that dangerous spark between you flicker into something more. âJust shut up and kiss me,â you say, finally giving in, if only to wipe that smug look off his face. And he doesâwithout hesitation, with the kind of intensity that makes your head spin. Itâs heated, unrestrained, and nothing like you imagined, and yet somehow itâs exactly what you wanted.
With a frustrated sigh, you put a hand on his chest and push him back a step. âOkay, seriously, what is this?â you demand, trying to keep your tone steady. âWe canât just keep⊠doing this whenever we feel like it. Itâs stupid.â
He raises an eyebrow, looking way too amused for your liking. âWhy not? You look like youâre enjoying yourself.â
You shoot him a glare. âDonât flatter yourself. I just⊠I donât want this to get messy.â
He smirks, clearly entertained by your struggle. âMessy? You mean you donât want people to know you like kissing me?â
You scoff, crossing your arms. âI donât like anything about you, Sunghoon. But if weâre being honest, thereâs⊠something here, and I donât see it going away anytime soon.â
His grin widens, and you want to slap it right off his face. âSo, what? Youâre proposing a deal?â
You roll your eyes. âMaybe. Friends with benefits. No strings attached, no drama, no catching feelings.â
Sunghoon chuckles, but thereâs an edge to it. âFriends? I donât think weâre even close to that.â
âFine,â you snap, annoyed that heâs right. âEnemies with benefits then. Just⊠an arrangement. To get this out of our systems.â
His gaze darkens, and for a second, you think you see something flicker there, something unreadable. But then he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. âAnd what makes you think Iâd agree to that?â
You raise your chin, meeting his challenge head-on. âBecause you want this just as much as I do. Maybe more.â
He pauses, his lips curling into a slow, wicked smile. âOkay, Iâll bite,â he says, his voice low. âBut hereâs the deal: we do this my way. No whining, no complaining, and you definitely donât get to pretend you donât want it.â
You scowl, hating how cocky he looks, how certain he is that youâll cave. âFine,â you bite back. âBut donât think for a second that this means I like you.â
He laughs, the sound rich and mocking. âTrust me, Iâd hate it if you did.â
You feel your blood boil at his arrogance, but thereâs a thrill in it too, in the way you both seem to enjoy this game. âDeal,â you snap, holding out your hand.
He takes it, but instead of shaking, he pulls you in closer, his lips just inches from yours. âJust remember,â he murmurs, his eyes locked on yours, âthis doesnât change anything. I still canât stand you.â
You smirk, matching his intensity. âRight back at you.â
And before you know it, his lips are crashing against yours again, and all that frustration and anger blurs into something reckless and wild. For now, youâll play his game, but you know this is far from over.
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Over the next few weeks, the âarrangementâ with Sunghoon becomes a twisted game of secrecy and tension. You find yourself sneaking glances in class, meeting him in darkened hallways between periods, and exchanging heated looks across crowded lunch tables. The two of you are constantly dancing on the edge of discovery, and itâs becoming harder to hide the intensity simmering between you.
It starts small. The accidental brush of fingers when passing by in the hallway, the way his eyes linger a little too long when youâre speaking. But then, it escalates. The stolen moments between classes turn into late-night texts and spontaneous meetings wherever you can find some privacy. Empty classrooms, deserted stairwells, even the back of the libraryâplaces where no one would think to find the two of you together. The more time passes, the harder it gets to keep up the charade.
Youâre starting to notice the way his friends glance between you two, confused by the sudden silences or the shared looks you forget to hide. Jay catches you one morning when youâre walking out of the library with Sunghoon following a few steps behind, your hair slightly mussed, your lips redder than usual.
âWhatâs going on there?â he asks, a teasing grin spreading across his face. âYou and Sunghoon plotting world domination or something?â
You laugh it off, rolling your eyes. âPlease. Heâs too much of an idiot for that.â
But Jay looks unconvinced, his gaze flicking back to where Sunghoon is standing, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching you with a smirk thatâs all too knowing. âSure,â Jay says, dragging out the word like heâs not buying it.
At lunch, itâs even worse. Sunghoon sits across from you, his foot nudging yours under the table. Itâs subtle, but itâs enough to send a jolt up your spine. You kick him back, hard, and he just chuckles, leaning back in his chair like heâs thoroughly enjoying the game.
âWhat are you two whispering about?â Yuna asks, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. Youâre both quick to cover it up, but itâs obvious that your friends are starting to catch on.
âNothing,â Sunghoon says smoothly, his voice annoyingly casual. âJust telling Y/N that she looks like she needs more sleep. Those dark circles are really showing.â
Your jaw clenches, but you force a sweet smile, playing along. âOh, donât worry about me. Iâll sleep just fine once I stop seeing your face every day.â
He grins, but thereâs a flicker of something more heated in his eyes, something you recognize all too well. âYeah, right.â
Karina frowns, sensing the tension that seems to hang in the air whenever you two are in the same room. âSeriously, what is up with you guys?â she asks, tilting her head.
You wave it off, laughing a little too loudly. âWeâre just being our usual selves. You know how it isâcanât stand each other.â
But your friends are starting to notice the little things. The way Sunghoonâs gaze always seems to drift in your direction, the way you keep sneaking out of group study sessions with flimsy excuses, only to return looking flustered and breathless. Sunoo even catches you and Sunghoon exchanging hushed words in the corner of the hallway, too close for comfort, and he raises an eyebrow, a mischievous grin forming on his lips.
âAre you two planning a secret mission, or is there something else we should know?â he asks, his tone playful but probing.
Sunghoon just shrugs, but you can feel his eyes on you, daring you to say something. âNo mission,â he replies coolly, âunless itâs trying to survive Y/Nâs terrible attitude.â
You force a laugh, but the heat in your cheeks gives you away. âYeah, well, some of us have better things to do than deal with you, Sunghoon.â
But itâs getting harder to pretend, harder to keep the fire between you from spilling over in front of everyone else. Every time heâs near, it feels like the world narrows down to just the two of you, a constant push and pull thatâs impossible to ignore. The stolen kisses, the midnight texts, the moments of heated bickering that seem to blur into something moreâitâs becoming too much to hide.
And itâs only a matter of time before someone figures it out.
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You grip the sheets of your bed, lip caught between your teeth as sunghoon is under your duvet, tonguing your wet entrance, heat pooling in your belly, felling the intensity of your orgasm creeping up on you.
Itâs all cut short when your door bursts open without warning, and Karina barges in, her voice already raised. âY/N, I swear Iâm going to lose my mindâ!â
You freeze, your heart stopping in your chest. âKarina!â you squeak, quickly yanking the sheets up to your chin. âWhat happened to knocking?â
Karina stops mid-rant, blinking at you. âOh, come on, like I ever knock?â she scoffs, throwing her hands up in frustration. âAnyway, you will not believe what Heeseung just didââ
Sheâs moving closer to the bed, and you panic, shifting slightly to keep Sunghoon hidden beneath the covers. You can feel him tense up, and his hand slips to your thigh under the sheets, pinching you playfully. You bite your lip to stifle a gasp, kneeing him as a warning.
Karina continues her rant, oblivious. âI mean, he had the nerve to ditch me for practice again, and Iâm justâugh, I needed to vent to someone who understands!â
Your mind races, desperately trying to keep her attention away from the suspicious lump between your legs. âThat sounds⊠really frustrating,â you say, a bit too brightly. âBut maybe just, you know, talk to him?â
Karina flops down on the edge of your bed, dangerously close to Sunghoonâs concealed figure. âOh, Iâll talk to him, alright. Iâm just so sick of his stupid excusesââ
Sunghoonâs fingers press into your clit under the sheets. Heâs grinning, enjoying the situation far too much. You jab him again, your heart racing.
Karina glances at you, finally noticing your tense posture. âAre you okay? Youâre acting weird,â she says, her brows furrowing.
You force a laugh, your voice too high. âIâm fine! Just⊠woke up. Didnât expect you to burst in like that.â
She raises an eyebrow. âSince when do you care if I burst in? And why are you so⊠red?â
You feel the heat creeping up your neck. âUh, just⊠hot in here,â you stammer, shifting to keep Sunghoon completely out of sight.
Karina looks like sheâs about to press further, but then she sighs, clearly more focused on her Heeseung drama. âWhatever, I just needed to get that off my chest. He drives me insane!â
You nod quickly. âYeah, I get it. Heâs⊠Heeseung, you know?â Karina gives you a small smile, her frustration easing. âThanks for listening. And seriously, you look so weird right now.â
You laugh nervously. âYeah, just tired.â
Finally, she stands up, heading toward the door. âAlright, Iâll leave you to⊠whatever you were doing. Iâm gonna go call him and give him a piece of my mind.â
You nod eagerly. âGood luck with that!â
As soon as she leaves, you exhale in relief, lifting the cover to eye Sunghoon, whoâs still grinning like an idiot. âWhat?â he whispers, amused.
âWhat?â you repeat, incredulous. âYou almost got us caught, thatâs what!â
He chuckles, pulling you back down under the sheets. âRelax. She didnât notice a thing.â
You roll your eyes, but your heart is still racing from the close call. âYouâre lucky,â you mutter.
Sunghoon just leans in closer, his lips brushing your cheek. âYou love the thrill,â he murmurs.
And damn it, you hate that heâs right.
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It's late, the night air cool against your skin as you lean against the wall outside the school building, waiting for Sunghoon. You don't even know why you agreed to meet him here. Maybe because he seemed so insistent, or maybe because a part of you wanted to see him, even though youâd never admit it.
He arrives moments later, his footsteps heavy as he approaches. Thereâs a different energy about him tonightâsomething serious, something intense. His usual smirk is nowhere to be found, and his hands are shoved deep into his pockets. He stops in front of you, a little too close, and you have to tilt your head up to meet his eyes.
âWhatâs this about?â you ask, trying to sound casual, though your heart is pounding in your chest.
He doesnât answer right away, his gaze boring into yours like heâs searching for something, something he canât quite find. You shift on your feet, uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
âSunghoon?â you prompt, your voice wavering just slightly.
He finally speaks, his tone lower than usual. âIâve been thinking⊠about us,â he says, the words almost hesitant, like heâs testing them out.
You blink, caught off guard. âUs?â
He nods, his expression serious. âYeah, Y/N, us. You and me⊠whatever this is.â
You swallow hard, trying to keep your face neutral. âI thought we agreed itâs nothing,â you reply, but your voice comes out softer than you intended.
Sunghoonâs eyes narrow, frustration flashing in his gaze. âYeah, thatâs what we said,â he agrees, âbut it doesnât feel like nothing to me anymore.â
Your heart skips a beat, and you feel a lump forming in your throat. Youâve never seen him like thisâso open, so exposed. âSunghoon, I donât know what youâre getting at,â you say carefully.
He takes a step closer, his expression more intense. âIâm saying that Iâve caught myself⊠thinking about you. A lot. When youâre not around, Iâm wondering what youâre doing, who youâre with. I hate that it bothers me when I see you talking to other guys, and I canât stand the idea of you being with anyone else.â
You feel a wave of panic rising in your chest. This is too much, too fast. You press your back harder against the wall as if trying to create more distance between you. âSunghoon, this was never supposed to be serious,â you whisper, your voice barely audible.
He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. âI know, and I tried to keep it that way. But every time I see you, every time weâre together⊠I canât help it. I donât want to help it.â
You shake your head, refusing to let his words sink in. âYou donât mean that,â you insist, more to yourself than to him. âYouâre just saying this because itâs⊠new or whatever. Itâll pass.â
Sunghoonâs jaw clenches, and he moves even closer, leaving barely any space between you. âNo, Y/N, it wonât. Iâve tried to stop feeling this way, but I canât. And I know you feel something too, even if you wonât admit it.â
Your pulse quickens, and you feel your resolve starting to crumble. âI donâtââ you begin, but he cuts you off.
âStop lying,â he says firmly, his voice carrying a hint of desperation. âYouâre scared, I get it. But donât pretend like this is all just a game to you.â
You feel a flash of anger, your defenses rising. âWhat if it is, Sunghoon? What if I donât want anything more than what we already have?â
His expression falters for a moment, a flicker of hurt crossing his face. âThen I guess Iâve made a mistake,â he murmurs, taking a step back.
You feel a pang in your chest, a sharp, unexpected ache. âSunghoonâŠâ
He shakes his head, cutting you off. âForget it. I shouldnât have said anything.â
For a second, you want to reach out, to say something, anything, to make that look on his face go away. But the fear of letting your guard down, of admitting that he might be right, keeps you silent.
He takes another step back, his expression hardening. âI wonât bother you about it again,â he says, his voice cold. âLetâs just go back to pretending like none of this ever happened.â
You nod, though you feel a tightness in your throat. âYeah, letâs do that,â you say quietly, even though your chest aches with a feeling you donât want to name.
Sunghoon turns and walks away, and youâre left standing there, the cool night air biting at your skin. You watch him go, feeling something inside you break just a little, and you wonder if maybe youâve made a mistake too.
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The next morning at school, everything feels heavier. The halls are crowded, but itâs like thereâs a spotlight following you, and you canât shake the feeling that everyone knows. You make your way to your locker, avoiding eye contact with anyone, especially Sunghoon.
You donât see him at first, but you feel himâhis presence looming in the periphery. Itâs like heâs everywhere, watching you, and it makes your skin prickle with nerves. You busy yourself with rearranging your textbooks, trying to calm the storm inside your head.
âHey, Y/N,â Karina chirps, appearing beside you. Her usual bright smile is there, but her eyes are curious, searching your face. âAre you okay? You seemed a little⊠off yesterday.â
You force a smile, gripping your locker door tighter than necessary. âYeah, just tired, I guess.â
She studies you for a second longer, then nods. âWell, you should have come to dinner with us last night. It was a total mess, as always, but fun.â
You nod absently, not really listening. Your eyes flick over Karinaâs shoulder and catch Sunghoonâs gaze across the hallway. Heâs leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with an unreadable expression.
âY/N?â Karina prompts, bringing your attention back to her. âYouâre zoning out again.â
âSorry,â you mumble. âJust a lot on my mind.â
Karina glances over her shoulder, following your line of sight. Her brow furrows slightly. âYouâve been weird around Sunghoon lately,â she remarks. âDid something happen?â
Your heart skips a beat, and you quickly shake your head. âNo, nothing. Why would you think that?â
She shrugs, unconvinced. âI donât know⊠Just a feeling.â
Youâre saved from having to respond when the bell rings. You grab your books and make a beeline for your next class, trying to ignore the heat of Sunghoonâs stare burning into your back.
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Class drags on painfully. You canât focus. Your mind is a whirlwind of confusion and annoyance. You thought sneaking around with Sunghoon would be fun, a gameâa way to blow off steam. But now itâs getting messy, and youâre starting to feel the consequences.
When the bell finally rings, you bolt out of the classroom, desperate for fresh air. But as soon as you turn the corner, youâre yanked into an empty hallway.
Sunghoon.
His grip on your arm is firm, and his eyes are intense, searching yours. âWe need to talk,â he says, his voice low.
You pull your arm free, glaring at him. âWhatâs there to talk about, Sunghoon? We agreed this was supposed to be casual. No strings, remember?â
He frowns, clearly irritated by your tone. âYeah, but it doesnât feel like that anymore, does it?â
You cross your arms over your chest, trying to steady your breathing. âThatâs because youâre making it weird. Just⊠back off a little, okay?â
Sunghoonâs jaw clenches, and he takes a step closer. âBack off? Youâre the one acting all paranoid, Y/N.â
âMaybe because you wonât stop staring at me like everyone else canât see it!â you snap back, your voice rising. âThis was supposed to be simple. But youâre turning it into something⊠complicated.â
He scoffs, a humorless smile tugging at his lips. âMaybe because it is complicated. Or have you not noticed?â
You hate the way your chest tightens at his words, the way his closeness makes your heart race. âDonât do this, Sunghoon,â you warn, your voice quieter, more vulnerable than youâd like.
He pauses, his gaze softening just for a second. âDo what?â
âMake this more than it is,â you whisper, feeling a knot form in your throat. âBecause I canât⊠I wonât.â
Sunghoonâs expression hardens again, and he leans back, crossing his arms defensively. âFine,â he mutters. âIf thatâs how you want it.â
You swallow, forcing yourself to stay composed. âYeah. It is.â
He nods curtly, stepping away, his face unreadable. âGood. See you around, then,â he says before turning on his heel and walking away, leaving you standing in the empty hallway with your heart in your throat.
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The next few days are torture. Sunghoon keeps his distance, and you tell yourself itâs for the best. But every time you see him, every time you catch his eyes across the cafeteria or in class, thereâs a hollow ache in your chest that you canât ignore.
Your friends notice the tension. They ask questions, but you shrug it off, pretending everythingâs fine. But you canât stop replaying your last conversation with Sunghoon, the way his face looked when you told him to back off. You hate how much you miss him, even if youâd never admit it to anyone, especially not to him.
One afternoon, as youâre walking to your car after school, you spot him leaning against a tree nearby, talking to some girl you donât recognize. Heâs smiling, that same smile that used to be reserved for your private moments. Something sharp twists in your chest, and you quickly look away, anger flaring up.
He catches your glance and, for a moment, his smile falters. But then he leans in closer to the girl, laughing at something she says, and your stomach churns with a mix of jealousy and frustration.
You grip your bag tighter, feeling a sting behind your eyes. This is exactly why you didnât want things to get complicated. You turn away, refusing to look back.
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â
Sunghoon avoids you. Heâs usually the first one to shoot a teasing remark your way, but heâs silent. The hallways feel strangely empty without his usual jabs, and your friends are starting to notice the shift between you two.
âAre you guys fighting again?â Karina asks, as the two of you walk to lunch. Her tone is half-exasperated, half-amused, but you know sheâs genuinely curious. âYou and Sunghoon, I mean. Thereâs definitely more tension than usual.â
You shrug, trying to seem indifferent, but your stomach twists with anxiety. âWhen arenât we fighting?â you mutter.
She gives you a knowing look, but thankfully doesnât push it further. Youâre not sure how much more of this you can take without your feelings bubbling over. Youâre determined to get through lunch without letting Sunghoon get under your skin, but when you enter the cafeteria, you spot him immediately.
Heâs at your usual table, talking to Heeseung, but his gaze is elsewhere. The second you walk in, his eyes find yours, and thereâs a fleeting moment of something unreadable in his expression. A flash of frustration? Longing? You canât be sure.
You take a deep breath and head over, sliding into your usual seat. Karina sits next to you, and for a moment, everything feels normal. But then Sunghoon starts talking.
âSo,â he says, his tone casual but his eyes locked on you, âHeeseung, heard you and Karina had another spat. What was it this time? You didnât say âI love youâ enough?â
Heeseung rolls his eyes, but Karina just laughs, lightly smacking Heeseungâs arm. âDonât listen to him, babe. Heâs just deflecting from his own issues,â she teases.
Sunghoon smirks, but thereâs no real humor in it. âI donât have issues, Karina. Just people who like to make things complicated,â he says, glancing at you.
You feel your face heat up, irritation boiling over. âOh, please,â you snap back. âLike youâre the picture of simplicity.â
He leans back in his chair, his eyes glinting with challenge. âNever said I was. But at least Iâm honest about it.â
Your chest tightens. âHonest?â you scoff. âYouâve been playing games from the start, Sunghoon.â
He shrugs, feigning indifference. âMaybe I have. But at least I know what I want.â
His words send a jolt of electricity through you, and you clench your jaw, trying to keep your composure. âAnd whatâs that, exactly?â
He leans forward, his voice dropping low so only you can hear. âYou. But you already knew that.â
Your heart skips a beat. For a second, youâre frozen, caught between wanting to slap him and⊠something else. Something youâre not ready to face.
âYouâre such aââ you start, but before you can finish, Sunghoonâs foot nudges yours under the table, and your breath hitches.
Youâre hyper-aware of the table between you, the curious glances from your friends, and the heat creeping up your neck. Sunghoonâs gaze is still on you, challenging, waiting for your response.
You canât help the retort that slips out. âYouâre really enjoying this, arenât you?â
He shrugs with a small grin. âMore than you know.â
Before you can shoot back another insult, heeseung cuts in, oblivious to the tension. âOkay, what is happening between you two? I feel like I missed an entire chapter here.â
Sunghoon doesnât even glance at Heeseung. âNothingâs happening. Right, Y/N?â
âRight,â you reply, forcing a smile, but your voice sounds strained, even to your own ears.
Heeseung and Karina exchange a look, clearly unconvinced. âSure, whatever you say,â Karina murmurs with a smirk. âJust remember, denial isnât just a river in Egypt.â
Sunghoonâs lips twitch in amusement, and he finally looks away, leaning back in his chair as if nothing happened. But under the table, his foot is still lightly brushing against yours, sending sparks up your leg.
You bite the inside of your cheek, determined not to let him see how much heâs getting to you.
But you canât help itâthe sensation, the frustration, and the undeniable attraction between you are all mixing into one chaotic storm.
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The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch, and everyone begins to gather their things. You stand, trying to shake off the tension still lingering between you and Sunghoon, but Karina has other ideas.
âHey, Y/N,â she calls, grabbing your arm just as youâre about to head out. âCan I talk to you for a second?â
You nod, feeling a knot form in your stomach. She leads you to a quieter corner of the hallway, away from the crowd. You can tell by the look on her face that sheâs not letting this go.
Karina crosses her arms, tilting her head slightly. âOkay, seriously,â she starts, her voice low but pointed. âWhat the fuck was that back there?â
You blink, trying to feign ignorance. âWhat was what?â
She rolls her eyes. âDonât play dumb with me. You and Sunghoon⊠there was some serious tension at lunch. It was like watching a live soap opera, and I feel like Iâve missed a few episodes.â
You sigh, glancing around to make sure no one is listening in. âItâs nothing, Karina,â you insist, but even to your own ears, it sounds unconvincing.
Karina raises an eyebrow. âNothing? Really? Because from where I was sitting, it looked like something. A big something.â
You bite your lip, unsure of how much to tell her. âLook, we⊠we just donât get along. You know that.â
âYeah, but this felt different,â she replies, not letting up. âLike, I donât know, it almost seemed like⊠there was something more there.â
Her words hit a little too close to home, and you feel your cheeks heat up. âYouâre imagining things,â you say quickly, but Karinaâs not buying it.
She leans in closer, her expression turning more serious. âY/N, Iâm your best friend. I know when somethingâs up. And that? That was definitely something.â
You hesitate, torn between the urge to confide in her and the fear of admitting the truth. âItâs complicated,â you finally admit, your voice barely a whisper.
Karinaâs eyes widen with intrigue. âComplicated how?â
You swallow hard, looking away. âI donât even know how to explain it. Weâve just⊠been hanging out a little more lately. And things got⊠weird.â
âWeird how?â she presses, clearly not letting this go.
You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. âWeâve been⊠hooking up,â you confess, your voice almost inaudible.
Karinaâs mouth falls open in shock. âWait, what? You and Sunghoon?â She looks like she doesnât know whether to laugh or gasp. âSince when?â
âA few weeks,â you admit, feeling a strange mix of relief and anxiety now that the secret is out.
Karina blinks, taking a moment to process. âAnd you didnât think to tell me?â
âI didnât think it would last this long,â you say defensively. âI thought it was just going to be a one-time thing, but then⊠it wasnât.â
Karinaâs expression softens slightly. âAnd how do you feel about it? About him?â
You shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. âI donât know. Itâs confusing. Half the time, I canât stand him. The other half⊠well, you saw how lunch went.â
Karina lets out a small laugh. âYeah, I did. Itâs like you two canât decide whether you want to kill each other or⊠not.â
You groan, leaning back against the wall. âThatâs exactly how it feels.â
Karina nudges you with her elbow. âJust be careful, okay? Sunghoonâs not exactly known for being straightforward with his feelings.â
You nod, appreciating her concern. âI know. Trust me, Iâm not expecting anything⊠much. Itâs just⊠whatever it is.â
Karina gives you a knowing smile. âAlright, but just remember, Iâm here if you need to talk. Or, you know, if you need me to kick his ass.â
You laugh, feeling some of the tension ease. âIâll keep that in mind.â
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As you walk back to class, you feel a little lighter, but also more uncertain than ever. Because now that Karina knows, it feels more real. And that scares you more than youâd like to admit.
You pause for a moment, letting your thoughts catch up to your racing heart. Sunghoon had admitted it first, hadn't he? In his own cryptic way, heâd confessed he wanted more than just the back-and-forth, more than just the thrill of the chase. You remember the way he looked at you that day, his eyes full of frustration and something else â something softer, something you werenât ready to face.
Heâd said he wanted you. Heâd practically dared you to deny that you wanted him, too. And ever since, youâve been trying to convince yourself that it didn't matter â that it was just some passing thing, some fling to fill the boredom. But it wasn't. It never was.
You sigh deeply, leaning back against the wall of the building. The memory of his words still lingers like a brand on your skin: "I want you." It had sounded so simple when he said it, so sure. Like he wasnât afraid of the mess that came with it.
Youâve been too afraid to admit it to yourself, but now⊠now it feels like youâve been fighting a battle thatâs already lost.
He confessed his feelings first, but youâve been holding back, afraid to let yourself feel the same. Afraid of what it might mean, of how it could change things between you. You thought you could control it, could manage the situation and keep your distance, but all youâve managed to do is dig yourself deeper into this mess.
Youâre tired. Tired of fighting your own heart, tired of pretending youâre unaffected. Tired of feeling like you're caught in this tug-of-war between desire and denial.
*Heâs already put himself out there,* you remind yourself. *He made the first move.* And that thought alone is enough to push you forward, to make you realize that maybe itâs your turn now. Your turn to decide if you want to keep running or if youâre brave enough to let yourself fall.
Pushing off the wall, you feel a wave of determination settle over you. If youâre going to do this, you need to find him and be honest. Not just with him, but with yourself.
Because you donât want to keep this back-and-forth going, this constant dance of pushing and pulling. You want to know where you stand â with him, and with whatever this thing between you is becoming.
You take a deep breath and start walking, knowing exactly where to find him. And this time, youâre not going to let him get away without an answer.
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You find Sunghoon by the lockers, leaning against the metal with that typical nonchalant pose he seems to have perfected. His head is tilted down, focused on his phone, but he looks up as you approach, sensing your presence. His eyes flicker with surprise for just a moment before his usual guarded expression returns.
âWhat do you want?â he asks, his voice laced with that familiar arrogance, but thereâs something else there, tooâan undercurrent of curiosity, maybe even hope.
You donât bother with pleasantries. âWe need to talk,â you say, crossing your arms over your chest. You try to sound firm, but even you can hear the slight waver in your voice. Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
âOh, so now you want to talk?â he retorts, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. âAfter avoiding me all day?â
You roll your eyes, feeling the tension bubble up again. âI wasnât avoiding you,â you snap, even though you both know itâs a lie. âI just needed⊠time to think.â
He straightens up, slipping his phone into his pocket. âThink about what?â he asks, and his tone is a little softer now, less mocking.
You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of your next words pressing down on you. âAbout this. About us,â you say, your voice steadier now. âIâm tired of all this back and forth, Sunghoon. Iâm tired of pretending like thereâs nothing between us when we both know there is.â
His eyes search yours, and for a moment, his guard slips. âI told you how I felt,â he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. âYouâre the one who kept pretending it was just⊠nothing.â
You feel a pang of guilt twist in your stomach. âI know,â you admit, meeting his gaze head-on. âAnd I was wrong. I thought I could just⊠push it away, ignore it. But I canât. Not anymore.â
Sunghoonâs expression softens, just a little. âSo what are you saying?â he asks, his voice careful, as if heâs trying not to hope too much.
You swallow hard, forcing yourself to stay honest. âIâm saying⊠I want to figure this out. I want to try⊠whatever this is between us. But I need you to be real with me, Sunghoon. No more games.â
He takes a step closer, closing the distance between you, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. âIâve been real,â he says, his voice low and intense. âIâve been real since that night at Karinaâs party, and Iâve been waiting for you to catch up.â
Youâre taken aback by the sincerity in his words, by the way his eyes seem to bore into yours like heâs trying to see into your very soul. âIâm here now,â you reply, your voice barely a whisper.
Sunghoon takes another step closer, and now heâs right in front of you, his breath warm on your skin. âSo what do you want?â he murmurs, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. âDo you want me, or are you still trying to convince yourself you donât?â
Your breath catches in your throat, and for a moment, youâre not sure what to say. But then you realize youâve known the answer all along. âI want you,â you admit, your voice steady, finally letting the truth slip past your lips. âBut I donât want to keep pretending like itâs nothing. I want to try⊠something real. But I donât want it to be this constant push and pull, Sunghoon. I canât keep doing that.â
Sunghoonâs lips curl into a small, almost relieved smile. âThen letâs stop playing games,â he says softly, leaning in closer. âLetâs see where this goes, no more pretending. Just you and me.â
You feel a strange sense of relief wash over you at his words, a weight lifting from your chest. âOkay,â you whisper, and it feels like the most honest thing youâve said in a long time.
His smile widens just a fraction, and he closes the final distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in a way that feels both familiar and new. Itâs not the frantic, heated kisses youâve shared beforeâitâs slower, deeper, filled with a promise of something more.
And for the first time, you feel like youâre finally on the same page. Finally moving in the same direction.
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â
Over the next few weeks, things between you and Sunghoon change in ways you never could have anticipated. At first, itâs subtle â small shifts that only the two of you notice. You spend more time together between classes, sitting closer at lunch, and texting late into the night. The playful bickering is still there, but itâs softened somehow, more like an inside joke than a battle.
Your friends donât notice at first. Theyâre used to seeing you and Sunghoon together, arguing about this or that, so the extra time you spend with him doesn't raise any immediate red flags. But eventually, the signs become too obvious to ignore.
One day at lunch, youâre sitting next to Sunghoon, your legs brushing under the table. His hand casually rests on the back of your chair, his thumb occasionally grazing your shoulder. Jay, seated across from you, narrows his eyes, a slow smile spreading across his face. âOkay, whatâs going on?â he asks, his tone teasing but his eyes curious.
You glance over at Sunghoon, who just smirks. âWhat do you mean?â you reply, trying to sound nonchalant, but you can feel the flush creeping up your neck.
Jay gestures between the two of you. âThis,â he says, waving his hand. âYou two. Youâre being weird. Weird even for you two.â
Karina, whoâs been listening in, gasps. âOh my god,â she says, her eyes widening with realization. âAre you guys⊠together?â
The table goes silent for a second, everyone turning to look at you. Sunooâs eyebrows shoot up, and Jake leans forward, looking like heâs trying to solve a particularly complicated math problem.
Sunghoon leans back, crossing his arms over his chest with a grin. âDepends,â he says casually. âWhat do you think?â
You elbow him in the side, rolling your eyes at his vague answer. âYes,â you say, looking at your friends. âWeâre⊠together. Kind of.â
âKind of?â Sunghoon echoes, feigning offense, and you shoot him a playful glare.
âYes, kind of!â you insist, turning back to your friends, who are now staring at you like youâve just revealed youâre secretly an alien. âItâs⊠new.â
Heeseung chuckles. âI mean, Iâm not totally surprised,â he says, leaning back in his chair. âYou two have been like a powder keg waiting to explode for years.â
Yuna nods eagerly. âHonestly, it was about time,â she adds, and you canât help but laugh at her bluntness.
Jungwon, however, looks mildly concerned. âSo, youâre serious?â he asks, glancing between you and Sunghoon. âLike, actually serious?â
Sunghoon looks at you, his smile softening just a bit, and he nods. âYeah,â he says, and thereâs a sincerity in his voice that makes your heart skip a beat. âWeâre serious.â
Your friends take a moment to process this. Then Jake grins. âAlright,â he says, raising his glass of soda. âTo Y/N and Sunghoon. The enemies-to-lovers arc we didnât know we needed.â
You laugh, and everyone joins in, raising their glasses. Itâs strange, in a way, seeing everyone so quickly accept what feels like a massive shift in your life. But it also feels⊠right.
Ëàšà§âïœĄË â
Over the next few days, things become more obvious. You and Sunghoon are no longer trying to hide. He reaches for your hand in the hallways, and you let him. He kisses you on the cheek in front of the others, and they pretend to gag but smile knowingly when they think youâre not looking.
You catch Karinaâs eye one afternoon, and she gives you a grin thatâs part smug, part excited. She leans over, whispering, âSo⊠you finally admitted you like him, huh?â
You smile, shrugging a bit. âGuess so,â you say, and she laughs, nudging you with her elbow.
The hardest part, strangely enough, is getting used to the change yourself. Itâs still weird to not have to hide how you feel, to be able to smile at Sunghoon without wondering if anyone is watching. But with each passing day, it gets a little easier.
And itâs not like everything is perfect. You and Sunghoon still argue â of course, you do. Thatâs just how you are. But thereâs something different now, something that feels less like anger and more like⊠passion. Like youâre both on the same side, even when youâre bickering.
There are moments when you catch him looking at you from across the room, a small smile on his lips, and you feel a warmth spread through your chest. And in those moments, you know â this is real. This is right.
Your friends have stopped asking questions. Theyâve accepted that this is your new normal, and honestly, so have you. The only thing left to do is see where it takes you.
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say you can't sleep, baby, I know
NSFW!Trey x Reader
Synopsis
You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You're trying to rile him up, right? He's supposed to be the responsible, big brother of Heartslabyul, he tries so hard. So, so hard to stay out of trouble and have a normal day-to-day life. Trey used to pride himself on his levelheadedness and restraint, but that all went out the window into a swan dive into the lake when he saw you in his bed in that damn one-piece. âHappy Birthday Trey~â
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[cw/tags] - afab!gn!reader (im sorry folks it's all i know how to write still), NRC is a university in this, domesticity kink, birthday sex, breeding kink (sue me), oral (giving & receiving), trey can be a little mean as a treat
[notes] - i apologize for the person i've become after seeing trey's new b-day card. it does things to me and this is 100% self-indulgent for me. also, tried to use very neutral descriptors for reader so tell me how that went and if it reads well! lastly, the outfit the reader wears is based on sabrina carpenter's outfits from her short n' sweet tour, specifically the baby doll one!
Written while listening to âEspressoâ by Sabrina Carpenter, I recommend listening to it while reading :)
Letâs consider exactly the type of person Trey is.
Ever since heâs started school at NRC, heâs always taken a bit of a parental role in Heartslabyul, even before he became vice housewarden. Even Cater would joke about it when they first became friends:
âYouâre, like, a total big bro! O-M-G, no! Youâre like a dad friend! Iâm totes willing to bet that the incoming freshmen are gonna slip up! Call you Dad or something!â
Evidently, when Riddle came into the picture and Trey was appointed his vice, Cater was proven right. He didnât mind it too much, despite what others might think.Â
He liked the familiarity of it, being the oldest at home, it translated well into his position at Heartslabyul, and it came with the added bonus of being able to minimize any chaos that arose.Â
That was his main goal, especially with Riddleâs temper during his freshman and at the beginning of his sophomore year. Honestly, he had phenomenal conflict resolution skills, and he just wanted to make his life as easy as possible.Â
Everyone at this school liked to make that difficult, though, especially the freshmen of this year.
âOh fuâI mean shâdamâfucâshiâFIDDLESTICKS!â
âDude, just say fuck, why you gotta say the corniest shitâOWâTreyyy! Deuce hit me!â
Deuce had a guilty look on his face as Trey looked up from his notebook to raise a brow at the two.
âW-well, Ace cussed, so he has to put money in the swear jar!â
âAw what! Come on Trey!â Ace whined, shoving Deuceâs face to the side as the latter grunted and started pulling at his cheeks and arm. âRiddleâs not here, heâll never know, so I donât gotta! Donât make me!â
Trey simply smirked and gestured to the jar on the fireplace mantle, helpfully available to everyone in the lounge.Â
âYou know the rules, bud, two thaurmarks for the f-bomb and a .50 cent for the other.â
Ace tossed his head back and groaned, begrudgingly dragging himself over to the jar as he dug around his pocket for change.
âDonât be rude to your father, Ace.â A few giggles and snorts vibrated amongst the small group studying in the lounge as you wagged a finger at Ace, Grim squinting angrily at the book in your lap.Â
Your lips quivered as you hid a laugh, jokingly chastising the ginger.Â
âNo need to be a brat.â
Trey had to withhold a snort at that comment, rich coming from you. He knew better than anyone that you could be as much of a brat as you were another parental figure.
âOh ha-ha, very funny, Prefect. What, does that make you, Mom or Dad 2?â Ace stuck his tongue out at you as you grinned and focused back on Grim.Â
âOkay Grimmy, so remember, what alchemy recipes need mandrake root?â
Watching from the corner of his eye, Trey watched fondly as you murmured soft words to Grim. It reminded him of his Mom talking to his siblings after a nightmare, or of his Dad after one of them would get hurt in the kitchen.Â
Soft, soothing, parental. Youâd make an excellent parent one day.Â
Trey felt himself get warm at the thought, adjusting himself in his seat and looking back at his musicology notes. He couldnât sing very well, but he can memorize notes, and thatâs what the upcoming exam was focused on.Â
Thatâs what he needed to focus on, not the way you cradled Grim against you like a parent with their child. Focus on his alchemy flashcards, and not the way you cleaned up the mess on the table so you could bring everyone a tray of snacks heâd prepared earlier that day. Focus on the history textbook in front of him, and not the way you cleaned up the lounge as it got later and later.
It wasnât fair. It was so unfair how well you fell into the role. Cleaning and humming, one of his spare aprons on you as you wiped down the tables of crumbs and stacked a pile of dishes. It was unfair how sweetly you murmured to the few remaining students, and told them to go to bed and rest up.Â
They obliged, probably half asleep at this rate, since it was an hour until midnight. Ace and Deuce had retired a while ago, the latter leaning on the former as they haphazardly stumbled to their room.Â
Riddle had dropped by after his housewarden meeting, satisfied by the study group, but ultimately stuck to his very strict evening routine.Â
Now it was just you two. Even Grim had been tugged along with Ace and Deuce earlier, not unlike a rag doll slung over their shoulders.Â
âTrey? Honey, when are you going to sleep? Itâs almost midnight.â His eyes fluttered tiredly as he felt your hands slide over his shoulders and a kiss pressed against his temple.
He felt warm again, heat pooling in his belly. You were so unfair.Â
âYou should go to bed soon, come on, Iâll take care of you.â
He can think of a few ways you could âtake careâ of him.Â
âItâs fine, why donât you get Grim and head back to Ramshackle? Curfew is in 30 minutes, you know?â
You rolled your eyes, sighing into his ear, making a tingle go down his spine.
âOkay, but please go to bed soon? I left you a little birthday surprise in your bedroom~â
Trey perked up at that, eyeing your mischievous grin as you waved your fingers goodbye, going down the hallway to the dorms to grab Grim.
To be honest, heâd forgotten that his birthday was tomorrow, heâd been so focused on his midterms that it just slipped his mind. Well, he canât say heâs not excited to see what you got him, especially since youâd been not too subtly probing him for preferences.
He groaned, running his hands over his face and sighing, heavy and exhausted.
âUgh, just a bit more and Iâll retire for the night.â Trey reassured himself, eyes straining as he looked between the books in front of him.Â
The words on the papers blurred after a bit, the sound of the grandclock lulling him further into sleep, his head nodding off until a ping from his phone started him awake.
It was Cater, his Magicam user popping up on his screen.Â
cay-cay_diamond: hbd trey!! đ„łđđđgrats on being an old man now!
Blinking at the clock, Trey realized that it was now a few minutes past midnight, so it was technically his birthday. Heâs lucky that Riddle followed his own sleep schedule so rigorously, or else heâd be getting a scolding for breaking curfew.
luckyclover: Old? Iâm only like 4 months older than you cay-cay_diamond: yeah. old. cay-cay_diamond: anyways! enjoy the gift in ur room!!! i helped (name) pick out the wrapping đđđ
Trey hummed, a small smile on his face as he imagined the two of you bickering over wrapping paper and messily wrapping up a box with a bow. You did seem very excited for him to find it earlier, maybe you two picked something out together.Â
He was curious on what exactly you got him and why you hadnât waited to give it to him at his actual birthday party. And why did you need Cater to help youâŠyouâd always shoo him away when heâd tried helping you with gifts for otherâs birthdays.Â
Stacking his books into his left hand and walking towards the junior dorm rooms, Trey looked at his phone as it pinged again.Â
cay-cay_diamond: on that topic thoooâŠu should rly go 2 ur room and get ur present! the poor thing! theyâve been w8ing very patiently 4 u~ luckyclover: Waiting? (Name)??? cay-cay_diamond: đ€đ€«đ
Trey sighed, shaking his head and tucking his phone away and digging out his room keys. It was times like these, deep into the night, when he was thankful for having his own room. He felt a bit bad now, you probably fell asleep in his bed waiting for him.Â
Though, the thought of you clutching one of his pillows, maybe in one of his sweaters to keep warm, made him smile. Then he could come in, gently take your clothes and shoes off to get you more comfortable, and dress down himself to slip in right behind you.
As he finally managed to get to his room, he heard shuffling as he turned the keys. Trey smirked, noticing that only his rose lamp remained on, and all the drapes to his canopy were now closed.Â
He could just barely make out the shadow of you moving behind them, hearing you gasp and the bed squeak, making him let out a soft laugh under his breath.
âYouâre breaking curfew, you should be asleep you know? You're such a troublemaker sometimes.â Trey teased you as placed his books on his desk, tossing his hat onto its stand and slipping his shoes off to throw them into his wardrobe and grab his slippers.Â
He yawned, the late night really starting to sink into his body as he started undressing, his jacket and vest getting hung back up in the closet as he worked on his sash and unbuttoning his pants. Â
âOnly like a third of the time!â You whined, the bed softly squeaking as you followed his movements behind the canopy. âBesides, I really wanted to give you your present. Donât you want to unwrap me?â
Trey paused at the purr in your voice, narrowing his gaze as he saw your hand ever so slightly move the curtain at the end of the bed to peek at him. You were still mostly shrouded in darkness, but there was a very soft glow coming from inside the canopy, so he could just barely make out your mischievous smile.
Though, you quickly frowned, eyeing him up and down out of concern.Â
âNot if youâre too tired though, you have bags under your eyes, Trey. Do you just wanna go to sleep?â
Giving you a weary smile, Trey finally tossed his sash to the side and reached for the curtains, pushing them to the side to finally take a look at your âmysteriousâ present.Â
âIn a bit, let me see what you got meâŠâ
Treyâs breath hitched, he suddenly felt very wide awake as his eyes roamed up and down your body.Â
From the corner of his eye, he could see that you set up string lights along the top of the canopy for ambiance, making you look like you were almost glowing. Though it wasnât that that made him lose his voice.Â
You were sitting on the edge of his bed with your legs curled underneath you, dressed in the most darling sage-green, sheer baby doll dress. The dress's puffy sleeves and hem were lacy, matching the lace on the stockings.Â
Holy shit you were wearing stockings.
âHa, I wanted to surprise you, I thought you could use a stress reliever.â
You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?
âI shouldâve realized that youâd be tired from studying for midterms, sorry.â
You're trying to rile him up, right?
âBut, still, do you like it? I wrapped myself up just for you~â
He's supposed to be the responsible, big brother of Heartslabyul, he tries so hard. So, so hard to stay out of trouble and have a normal day-to-day life. To behave.
âIn any case,â You shifted onto your knees, the dress splitting in the middle, the only thing keeping it together being a small bow at the base of your neck, revealing the lack of undergarments, just your bare skin underneath. âEven if youâre too tired and just want to sleep, I just wanted to sayâŠâ
Trey leaned in as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in, batting your eyelashes and ghosting your lips over his with a teasing smile. Your hands caressed the back of his neck, a thumb rubbing soothing circles, making him melt.Â
âHappy Birthday Trey~â
Itâs now that he noticed that you even added a gloss to your lips, and he could smell the warm perfume on your neck as you pressed your lips to his, tongue swiping over his mouth, asking for permission to enter. Obliging, Trey sighed into the kiss and tangled his tongue with yours, his hands slipping underneath the baby doll and squeezing at your waist.
He really should go to sleep. He has to wake up early for the party. He has to dress in his birthday robes. He has to make sure that the others donât burn down the kitchen or damage his expensive bakeware as they made his cake.Â
But the way your skin felt under his gloved hands, skin meeting skin, lace, skin, and lace again.
How could he be expected to sleep now?
Trey used to pride himself on his level headedness and restraint, but that all went out the window into a swan dive into the lake when he saw you in his bed in that damn one-piece.
Humming in delight against your mouth, Trey slid his hands down, as you curled into his body in response, and squeezed at the fat of your thighs before picking you up.Â
A yelp left your mouth as he picked you up and tossed you up the bed, pulling off his shirt and tossing it behind him as he crawled on top of you.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he saw the way the dress fell open to expose your body, your chest moving up and down as you watched him with a giddy smile.Â
âOh! I guess youâre not that tiredâah!â
You gasped as Trey grabbed your calves, tugging you up to place the back of your knees on his shoulders. He leaned in to press a chaste kiss to your right thigh, smirking against the lace.Â
âI was tired. I should be asleep,â Trey murmured against your stocking laced skin, pressing kisses as he went farther and farther down. âRestingâkissâUpâkissâbut no.â
He gave you a half-hearted glare, which you responded with a smile and lacing your hands through his hair as he pressed another kiss to the bend where your thigh met your sex.Â
âYou broke curfew, you wanted to keep me up with your little âpresentâ, you know Iâd get in trouble for hiding you out in my room.â
Trey gave you a bite on your thigh, groaning as he felt your hands tighten in his hair, moving back to press a soothing kiss to the mark he left.
âAre you trying to get me in trouble? Throw me in the doghouse?â âCause Iâll make sure you come right with me, after a little taste of my birthday treat.â
The same time he ran his tongue up your sex, Trey could feel you shiver and pull on his hair as he ate you feverishly, like a man starved from food or water for ages.Â
âMmm! Trey!â You threw your head back, bringing one hand up to slam a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries, the walls here werenât known to be sound-proof.Â
He should probably care a bit more, especially when you let out a particularly high-pitched squeal as his tongue began fucking into your hole.Â
âTrey! Oooh, Trey~âÂ
Bringing a finger to join his tongue, Trey smiled against your skin as you squeezed your thighs around his head, using his free hand to push his pants and underwear down to palm at his dick.Â
âTreyâaaaahâwait, let meâmmphâHoneyââ You let out a shuddering gasp, pulling his head up from your sex. Trey locked eyes with you, leaning into the hand you slid down to cup his cheek and caress his lower lips, wiping the slick and drool from the corner of his mouth.
âYes? Honey?â Removing his hand from inside you to cover your own hand and kiss your palm, Trey smiled and hummed, âI like that, you know, reminds me of a husband coming home to his spouse.â
Pressing kisses up your body, soft and tingly, up your neck, and back to your lips where they belonged.
âHmm, I really like the sound of that, (Name) Clover.â You murmured against his lips, smiling as you wrapped a leg around his waist to bring his dick closer to your sex, rubbing against him as you both sighed into each otherâs mouths.Â
âIs that what you want? You want me to be a cute little spouse? Dress up in a cute apron? Greet you when you come home from work?â
So focused on the softness of your lips and the wetness sliding against his dick, Trey didnât even notice you twisting your body to turn him onto his back, the back of his head hitting the back of his pillows as you sat on top with a cheeky grin.Â
âHm? How would my husband want me to welcome him home? A hug? A kiss? Mm, what aboutâŠme?â Trey watched you with flushed cheeks as you kissed down his body, mimicking his earlier actions as you helped him tug off the rest of his clothes.Â
âOh, how nice it would be for you to come back to a warm, clean home with a spouseâŠâ Looking up at him through your eyelashes and giving him a kitten lick to his tip. â...ready to give soft wet holes for you to fill~â
Giving him a vision into that sweet, sweet future, you swallowed his tip, down his shaft, and started sucking.Â
âHaaahââ
Trey lolled his head back into his pillow, letting out a breathless moan as you bobbed your head up and down his length, your hand working the rest that didnât fit into your mouth.Â
âFuuuuck. That does sound niceâmmh!â Reaching his hand down, you immediately took one of your hands to lace it with his, squeezing it as you hummed around his cock.Â
âMy lovely spouseânnnnghâtheir pretty mouthâunnnhâsoft holesâaaaahâall for me to come home to every day, what a dream~â
A particularly harsh suck made Trey arch his back and squeeze your hand harder, a giggle vibrating his dick as you pulled off.Â
âHehe, is this your way of proposing? Kinda dirty to do it with your dick on my mouth.â You giggled, pressing kisses and quick licks along his shaft.Â
âThatâs okay though, you and I both know that deep down, youâre a bit of a pervert. Right?â
Trey scoffed, tugging you up with a bemused smile. âYeah? How can you tell? Thought I hid that pretty well.â
A soft laugh escaping you, you held both of his hands, bringing them up to press kisses on his knuckles, making the green-haired man sigh fondly.Â
âThe way you look at me sometimes, like youâre undressing me. It makes me feel all warm and tingly, especially when I piss you off.â
Both of you let out a breathless moan as your wetness rubbed against his hard dick, grinding against one another as the tip occasionally caught against your hole, making you shiver.Â
âIs it bad that sometimes I wanna get you mad so youâll fuck me real mean? Is it bad that I want you to use me? To fuck your stress out with me?â
A lump forming in his throat, Trey let go of your hands to pull at the string holding your flimsy baby doll together. Eyes half lidded, he pushed the fabric off your shoulders, watching it pool at your elbows as you placed your hands on his chest to steady yourself as your grinding turned into vigorous humping against him, making you both gasp in pleasure.Â
âOoh, Trey, honey, baby, hubby~ Wonât you use me? Be a little mean? Pleeeease? Fuck me, fill me up like I know you want! Pleeeeease Trey? Pretty, pretty please?â
Lips smashed against yours as Trey bolted up, groaning into your mouth as he grabbed your hips in an almost painful grip.Â
He picked you up once again, throwing you on all fours, covers tangling against your knees and hands, as he ripped your dress off and tossed it.Â
Treyâs left hand placed itself on your hip, while his right pushed down on your back, following up your spine to the base of your neck where he pushed you down to shove your face into the sheets, forcing you into a doggy pose.
âSo you do like getting me in trouble, little brat. Fine, Iâll be mean.âÂ
Trey lined his dick against your throbbing hole, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your ear and moving the hand on your neck to wove with your right, squeezing it reassuringly.Â
âSqueeze three times if you need me to stop, otherwise, Iâm going to fuck that brain right out of your pretty little head, since you donât seem to be wanting to use it.â
In one, swift move, Trey slammed his hips to your ass, sinking nearly half his length into your warm, waiting hole.Â
âFUCK! YESâMMMPHâ Burying your face into the sheets to muffle your cries, Trey did the same into your shoulder, shivering at your tightness around him.Â
Setting a rhythm, hips smacking into your ass, Trey worked the rest of his cock into you until he could hear the smack of your ass against his hips, the sound echoing with the creak of the bed.
Your tightness around him was heavenly, as was the sight of you sinking further into the bed and arching your ass to sloppily meet his thrusts. Straightening again, bending your arm back so that your hands could remain intertwined.
His left hand caressed your back and the fat of your behind, before bringing it down in a harsh slap to your ass, making you yelp and squeeze his hand in a vice grip, though you also tightened around his cock.Â
Rubbing a soothing circle against the reddening skin, slowed his thrusts, making you whine and push against him.Â
âHaaah, that okay? Feel good?â Trey murmured, smiling at the frantic nod and wiggle against him. âWant me to keep going?â
âMmmph... yessshh... mmmore, mmmore... pleeeashh, honey~â Your sounds were muffled as you bit into the blanket, getting higher and higher as he obliged, not one to deny you after all.Â
Every other thrust was met with a slap to one cheek, then the other, the skin turning redder and redder with his handprints marking you. The harder he went, the more and more slack you went, until he was eventually just fucking you like his personal toy.Â
Though, you did offer yourself as his present, didnât you? So it was only fair that he got to use his present as he wished, and right now, he wanted to feel you cumming around him.Â
Ceasing his smacks, making you whine, Trey instead melded his body against yours, the weight both overwhelming and comforting, as his left hand instead moved to your sex to rub you to completion.Â
Trey watched as you gasped for breath, completely burying your head into the bed to muffled your screams as you came around him, trembling and squeezing him.Â
The feeling of your walls pulsating around his shaft was becoming dangerously addicting, and he was very greedy for more of that.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck! Iâm so close! You can give me another one, right?â
Slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you up, Trey adjusted you so that you sat on his dick, kissing the side of your neck for reassurance as he let go of your hand to quickly slide his arms under your knees.Â
From all his years of tossing bags of flour and sugar, from kneading dough, from all the labor heâs done as a baker, picking you up was like childâs play.Â
Folding your knees up to your chest so he could hold you, back flush to his chest, was nothing for him. Everything for you, though, your over sensitive hole squeezing down on him again. Â
âFUCK! I caaame! Treytreytreytreyââ You dug a hand into his arm, tossing your head back and lolling your tongue out with a dumb, drooly smile on your lips.Â
âA-almost thereânnghâjust squeeze if I need to stopâIâm so close~â
Smashing his lips against yours for an open mouth, wet kiss, Trey pounded faster into you, determined to feel your walls pulsate again, this time as he filled your insides up like one of his pastries.Â
Then, an awful, perverted thought filled his head, like a devil was whispering in his ear.Â
Why doesnât he fill them up with his kids? Donât stop until his cum is drooling out of their hole, and go again to make up for the lost seed. He already wants them to be his spouse, why not add a few little ones to that picture?
Trey was losing any bit of restraint that he may have had as he was now determined to fullfill his fantasy. Even if you couldnât do it, magic made anything here possible, and right now is good practice anyway.
âIâmâaaaahhhâIâm gonna come inside, okay? Fill you up, yeah?â
Digging your nails into his skin, you nodded against his mouth and whined.Â
âYessssss! Fill me up! Inside! Gimme a baby Trey! I wanna make you a daaaaddy~â
Squeezing your legs further against your chest, Trey pounded faster and faster, trembling as he reached close and closer to his peak.Â
Warmth flooded his body, tingles, and he swears sparks, flying over his skin as he felt you clamp down on him for a third time.Â
Your voice squealed higher and higher, any previous attempt to be quiet for naught as you practically screamed.
Trey shuddered as he finally came, cum flooding your warm insides as you went limp in his arms.Â
Panting for air, both of you remained still for a minute, the bed feeling stuffy with the curtains still closed. After another minute, Trey pulled you up and off of him, shaky as his now limp dick left your warm, comfortable embrace.
Doing his best to gently place you on the bed, Trey let out a breathless laugh as you collapsed on the bed like a rag doll, blinking your eyes tiredly at the ceiling of the canopy.Â
âHaah, sorry, I went too hard there, huh?â
You shook your head, giving him a tired smile and reaching a hand for him, which he took and brought up to kiss.Â
âIt was good, really, good. You liked your present?â
Snorting and nodding, Trey carefully scooped you up to move your head onto the pillows and gently roll off your garter stocking, thumbs rubbing soothing circles as he did.Â
âYeah, I did. Come on, let me get you a shirt.â
You whined as he pulled away, exhaustion starting to steep into him as he tied back the curtains to the canopy to let the stuffiness out. Trey picked up the baby doll heâd tossed earlier, placing it into his wardrobe drawer as he dug out a shirt and sweatpants for himself and a shirt for you.
As he closed the drawer, he noticed your backpack hidden underneath it, digging in it to grab you some underwear. You had packed a pair of pajamas, apparently, butâŠheâd rather see you in his clothes.Â
âHmm, honey? Come to bedâŠâ You whined, hands reaching out for him impatiently as he slipped on his clothes, crawling over to you and helping you slip your underwear and his shirt on.Â
âIâm here, Iâm here.â
Trey slowly blinked, eyelids heavy as he scoop you up to place you two under the covers, the soft mattress making him practically become one with the bed and you as you nestled into his chest.Â
Your legs tangled with his as Trey wrapped his arms around you and tucked your head under his chin. He could feel fatigue and sleep quickly taking over him as your voice vibrated against his chest, soft and sleepy.Â
âHappy birthday honey, IâyawnâloveâŠyouâŠâ
A different kind of warmth, soft and sweet, filled him as he squeezed you tighter against him, murmuring back.Â
âI love you tooâŠâ
*Riiiing* *Riiiiiiiing* *Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing*
An irritating, loud noise filled Treyâs ears as he groaned, half-awake as he turned over to smack his hand on his phone, silencing the alarm.Â
âAahâŠNoisyâŠhhggh.â Trey groaned, rolling over, careful to not crush you under him to blindly reach for his glasses.Â
âGlassesâŠglassesâŠah..â
Plastic and glass finally under his palm, Trey slipped his glasses on his face, ultimately throwing himself back into bed next to you, whoâd begun shifting awake.
âMmm, honey?âÂ
Grunting in response, Trey threw an arm over his eyes, irritated at the sun seeping through the window into his eyes.Â
âEarlyâŠâ
You chuckled, a yawn escaping you as you decided to move closer and slip a hand under his shirt to rub at his chest, pressing kisses into his neck as well.Â
âYouâre so grumpy in the morning. Come on, you've got a big day ahead.â
ââŠUgh, I do?â
Snorting at his response, Trey grunted as he felt you move, peaking under his arm to see you resting on your elbow. You had puffy, dark circles under your eyes from the little sleep you managed to get.Â
âBirthdays are a pretty big deal, right?â Smiling at him, Trey squinted an eye and groaned, squeezing his eyes shut in protest.
âUgggh, yeahâŠâ
Hearing you hum, Trey groaned in surprise as he felt you straddle his waist and caress his neck and cheeks, making him remove his arm to blink up at you.Â
Your hair was a tangled mess, sticking up in all sorts of places. The bags under your eyes more noticeable under the night. His shirt dwarfed you. You were a hot mess, all things considered.Â
He probably wouldnât say it out loud, with how cute you were last night, but he thinks you look most beautiful like this. Better than any frilly, skimpy, or tight outfit.
âCome on, Birthday Boy, want me to give you a little pick me up?â
Kissing him with a smile, Trey moaned into the lazy, sloppy morning kiss, tilting his head back as you pressed kissed down his neck, deciding to work on leaving a love bite at the nape of his neck.
Treyâs phone chimed, making him sigh as he reached for it, letting you continue your love bites and kisses,Â
Squinting at the few messages, it seemed like a few of his friends and classmates were already sending him birthday wishes. Though, a message from Cater made him blot up, a sudden shock of alertness running down his spine.Â
âAh! Trey, what is it?â
cay-cay_diamond: morning!! happy bday 2 the bday boi again! thought i let u no tht u owe me a favor, had 2 cast a silencing spell on ur roum last nite. totes ruined my beauty sleep! cay-cay_diamond: also i know u got ur lil cutie 2 distract ya, but liek dont b l8 2 ur bday breakfast, grimmy might eat it!
âShit, we were too loud, Cater had to cast a silencing spell on the room.â
You made an âohâ shape with your mouth, giving Trey an apologetic smile.Â
âSorry, but at least you enjoyed it, right?â
Trey smiled, more awake now, and nodded, sharing a sweet kiss with you.Â
âDefinitely. You might have to consider making your go-to gift for now on, itâs gotta be my favorite one Iâve ever gotten.â
He solidified that statement with one more, firm, assuring kiss with you, before having to leave your sweet dream into the real world.Â
At least he could have one part of that dream with him at his side from now on: you.Â
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last day before summer vacation i am like a dehydrated man crawling toward an oasis in the desert reaching out with a crusty trembling hand
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YOU WERE IN A VERY INTENSE RUSH.
you grabbed your bag and keys, quickly waving goodbye to heeseung, your mind distracted with the list errands.
but as you step outside, you hear the faint sound of his footsteps following. âhey, arenât you forgetting something?â he calls, a playful pout already forming on his lips.
you turn around to see him standing at the door, arms crossed, giving you that teasing look he often does when heâs feeling mischievous.
you blink, confused for a moment, before it hits youâyou forgot to kiss him goodbye. heeseungâs pout deepens when he sees the realization dawn on your face, but thereâs a twinkle in his eyes. âi guess iâll just go without it thenâŠâ he says dramatically, pretending to be hurt.
you know him well enough to know heâs milking the moment.
rushing back to him, you press a soft kiss on his lips, and instantly his mock pout turns into a satisfied grin. ââ đŹđźđ±đ€ đŽđđŁđ€đ± đąđŽđł .áă
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he grabs you by the waist, pulling you in for a tighter hug than usual, burying his face in your neck. âdonât forget next time,â he mumbles, his voice muffled but laced with affection. âi need my good luck kiss.â
you giggle as he finally lets you go, that familiar warmth in your chest blooming from the simple affection he craves from you.
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JAY WATCHES YOU RUN AROUND THE APARTMENT.
you were clearly in a rush, but his eyes followed you like a hawk.
heâs lounging lazily on the couch, arms stretched out, looking like heâs not particularly bothered by your hurried state.
but when you grab your keys and make a beeline for the door without even a glance back, he raises an eyebrow.
âexcuse me,â he says, in that smooth, calm voice of his. âare you really leaving like that?â
you turn, a bit confused, and see him still sitting there with an unreadable expressionâhe looks so calm it throws you off for a second, but then you notice the slight downturn of his lips.
before you can say anything, he gets up and walks toward you with slow, deliberate steps, stopping just short of you with his hands casually resting on your hips.
âyouâre not leaving me without a kiss, are you?â he asks, his voice now softer, almost teasing, but thereâs that hint of sincerity in his gaze.
you giggled in realization, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to his lips. he hums in contentment, lingering for just a moment longer before pulling back slightly.
âthatâs better,â he says, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks. ânow you can go.â
heâs still holding you close though, his forehead resting against yours for a beat longer, as if heâs soaking in the last bit of your presence before letting you go.
àšà§ âìŹìŹì€ ââ đđđđ đđđ
YOUâRE HALFWAY OUT THE DOOR WHEN YOU HEAR A SCREECH.
a sudden, almost panicked, âwait!â jakeâs voice shouts out, and you turn to see him standing in the hallway, his eyes wide and his lips pulled into a soft pout.
his hands are fidgeting at his sides, clearly not knowing what to do with them as he gazes at you with a mix of confusion and disbelief.
âyou didnât kiss me goodbye,â he says, sounding almost heartbroken, like youâd just committed the ultimate offense.
his brows furrow, and he looks so adorably upset that itâs impossible not to feel guilty.
you step back inside, setting your things down, and walk toward him, already giggling at his over the top reaction.
âiâm sorry, baby,â you say, cupping his face gently in your handsâhis eyes immediately soften, but he holds onto the pout for just a second longer.
âyou canât just leave without kissing me goodbye. how am i supposed to function?â he teases, his voice playful, but thereâs an undertone of genuine affection.
you press a tender kiss to his lips, and his hands slide up to hold your waist, pulling you a little closer.
he smiles into the kiss, the warmth of his affection practically radiating from him. ânow i can survive the rest of the day,â he says dramatically, earning a laugh from you as you pull away.
heâs all smiles now, content and happy, as he watches you leave with that soft look in his eyes.
àšà§ âë°ì±í ââ đđđđ đđđđđđđđ
YOUâRE ALREADY AT THE ELEVATOR WHEN YOUR PHONE BUZZES.
glancing at the screen, you see a message from sunghoonâsparking your curiosity.
âyou forgot something.â at first, youâre puzzled, thinking maybe you left something important behind.
but as you open the message in confusion, another text quickly followsââmy kiss.â
you canât help but laugh, picturing him sitting there, pretending to be indifferent but clearly sulking over the fact you didnât kiss him goodbye.
you reply with a kissy face emoji, but before you can step into the elevator, you hear footsteps approaching.
sunghoon appears at the end of the hall, walking toward you with tiny stomps that warms your heart with adoration, thereâs a slight blush on his cheeks.
âyou seriously forgot?â he says, sounding almost offended, but thereâs a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. he stops just in front of you, tilting his head slightly as if waiting for an explanation.
feeling a little mischievous, you tease him by pretending not to know what heâs talking about.
âforgot what?â you ask, keeping your face innocent. his lips twitch, fighting back a smile, but he quickly recovers, his arms crossing over his chest in mock indignation.
âyou know exactly what,â he mutters, leaning down slightly so your faces are close.
you can see how his eyes soften despite the act, and with a soft laugh, you lean up to plant a kiss on his lips.
his hands instinctively come up to rest on your shoulders, pulling you in closer for just a second longer than necessary.
as you pull away, he mumbles a quiet, âdonât forget next time,â before giving you a small, almost shy smile.
heâs trying to play it cool, but you can tell that little gesture made his whole morning.
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Shut Up, Mom! â includes: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Toji & Sukuna (REQUESTED) Masterlist
You stand firm in the kitchen, arms crossed, after denying your child's request for more sweets. Gojo lounges casually nearby, a faint smile playing on his lips. Your little one, clearly frustrated, looks up at you and blurts out, "Shut up, Mom!"
The air grows tense instantly. Gojo's blue eyes narrow, the usually playful glint gone in a flash. He straightens, walking over to kneel beside your child, his expression serious yet calm. "Hey, we don't talk to Mom like that," he says, his voice low but firm. He gently cups your child's cheek, his touch a blend of sternness and care. "Mom loves you and makes rules to keep you from getting sick. Apologize to her."
Your child glances between you and Gojo, recognizing the gravity in his usually lighthearted father's eyes. "I'm sorry, Mom," they mumble, looking down.
Gojo's smile returns, a bit softer now. He ruffles their hair. "Good. Now, how about we find something else fun to do together?"Â
In the living room, you're putting away toys when your child whines for more TV time. When you deny the request, they stomp their foot and shout, "Shut up, Mom!"
Geto, who has been quietly reading on the couch, lowers his book, his usually calm demeanor shifting to one of quiet authority. He stands, approaching your child with a measured stride. "We don't speak to Mom like that," he says softly, yet his voice carries a weight that demands respect. He kneels to meet their eye level. "Why did you say that?"
Your child looks guilty, fidgeting under Geto's steady gaze. "I was mad."
Geto nods, his expression softening slightly. "I understand being mad, but words have power. Use them to express your feelings, not to hurt others. Apologize to Mom."
With a small nod, your child turns to you. "Sorry, Mom."
Geto smiles, patting their shoulder. "Good. Now, let's find a way to enjoy the rest of our day without TV."
You're in the study, helping your child with their homework when they throw down their pencil in frustration. "Shut up, Mom!" they snap when you suggest they redo a wrong answer.
Nanami, who had just walked in with a cup of tea for you, freezes. His jaw tightens, and he places the cup on the desk with deliberate calmness. He steps over, placing a hand on your child's shoulder. "We do not speak to Mom that way," he says, his tone firm but not loud. "She is here to help you."
Your child looks up at him, eyes wide. "But it's hard!"
Nanami nods, his expression softening but remaining serious. "I know it's hard, but being disrespectful doesn't make it easier. Apologize to Mom and let's try again together."
Your child sighs, looking down. "I'm sorry, Mom."
Nanami gives you a small, reassuring smile before turning back to your child. "Good. Now, let's tackle this problem together, step by step."
In the middle of a family game night, you deny your child an extra turn, trying to teach fairness. They scowl and shout, "Shut up, Mom!"
Choso, who has been arranging the next round of pieces, looks up sharply. His eyes, usually so gentle, darken with concern. He sets the pieces down and moves closer, crouching beside your child. "That's not how we talk to Mom," he says, his voice calm but with an edge of disappointment. "Mom is being fair."
Your child pouts, crossing their arms. "It's not fair!"
Choso sighs, placing a hand on their small shoulder. "Life isn't always fair, but respect is important. Apologize to Mom and let's continue our game with kindness."
Your child hesitates, then mumbles, "Sorry, Mom."
Choso smiles softly, nodding. "Thank you. Now, let's see if we can make the game more fun for everyone."
During a meal, you tell your child they can't have dessert until they finish their vegetables. They glare at you and shout, "Shut up, Mom!"
Sukuna, who has been eating quietly, pauses mid-bite. His eyes flash dangerously, and he slowly puts down his utensils. Rising from his seat, he moves with a predatory grace to stand beside your child. "What did you just say?" he asks, his voice low and menacing.
Your child shrinks back, suddenly aware of the gravity of their outburst. "I... I said shut up..."
Sukuna leans down, his presence overwhelming. "You will not speak to your mother that way," he growls. "She deserves your respect. Apologize. Now."
Trembling, your child looks up at you. "I'm sorry, Mom."
Sukuna straightens, his intense gaze still fixed on them. "Good. Now, eat your vegetables. Or I eat your toes"
"Ryo!"
You deny your child's request to stay up late, and they respond with a defiant, "Shut up, Mom!"
Toji, who has been leaning against the doorframe, straightens immediately. His expression hardens, and he walks over, his steps heavy with purpose. Kneeling down, he looks your child directly in the eye, his voice a low rumble. "We don't talk to Mom like that. Ever."
Your child squirms under his intense gaze. "But I want to stay up!"
Toji shakes his head, his tone leaving no room for argument. "That doesn't matter. Respect is non-negotiable. Apologize to Mom right now."
Your child glances at you, then back at Toji, clearly chastened. "Sorry, Mom."
Toji's expression softens slightly, and he ruffles their hair. "Good. Now let's get ready for bed. No arguments."
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Driver Danny.
Danny goes to Gotham (you can pick why) and he's strapped for cash.
So he tries everything to keep the flickering lights on and the leaky roof over his head.
Dishwashing, pizza delivering, grocery shop Manning, beverage making, tutoring.
He does everything.
Eventually he ends up doing less then legal stuff.
Keeping a look out while a store gets robbed (didn't really feel guilty for that one, the owner was an asshole) work at the iceberg lounge.
Somehow he ends up as a gettaway driver...
Danny, the son of Jack "what's a red light?" Fenton.
He becomes the most sort after driver in Gotham.
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hi :D can you do jjk boys doing like a tiktok prank and telling reader to shut up but they've a really bad day and either get mad/really sad? angst with or w/o comfort plz
CAN YOU SHUT UP FOR A SEC?!
featuring: gojo satoru. fushiguro megumi. itadori yuuji. geto suguru.
n. some comfort and some w/o comfort lol. thanks for the req babes, not breaking my angst writing stride. if you could understand why i wrote gojo like that, then you paid attention to s2. enjoy </3
GOJO SATORU. you dropped your bag by the door and took a deep breath, hoping to find some comfort in his presence; finding your boyfriend lounging on the couch, his eyes glued to the tv screen.
âsatoru,â you said, voice tinged with fatigue. âi had a really bad day today. the higher ups are a fucking painââ
âshut up, babe, iâm watching tv. see?â without looking away from the tv, gojo cut off your words.
you froze, the sting of his words hitting you harder than you expected. you stared at him in disbelief, feeling a mix of hurt and anger rising within you. âwow. thanks for that. really needed it today,â you said laced with passive aggression.
gojo finally turned his head to look at you, but it was too late. you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, and you didnât want him to see you cry. you pivoted and exited the living room, displacing him in the process.
as you retreated to the bedroom, you could hear the faint sound of the tv continuing in the background. the reality of the situation settled in, and you felt the tears spill over, silently streaming down your face. you sank onto the bed, burying your face in your hands.
moments later, the sound of the tv stopped, and you heard footsteps approaching the bedroom door. it opened slowly, and gojo stepped inside, looking all confused and a tad concerned. âbabe,â he said softly, âseriously, whatâs going on?â
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. âcanât you see iâm busy? can you shut up for a sec?â
you froze, his words hitting you like a punch to the gut. your shoulders slumped further, and you felt a knot form in your stomach. âi donât need this today. just leave me alone,â you muttered, turning on your heel and heading towards the door.
megumiâs head snapped up as he realized something was wrong. âwait, hold on,â he called out, but you didnât stop. âhey, i was just joking. come on, talk to me.â
your pace quickened as you left the dorm room, but you remained silent. you needed to leave before you totally lost it because you could feel the tears starting to burn in your eyes. megumi's voice could be heard calling after you as you went down the corridor; growing more concerned with each attempt.
âplease, wait!â he shouted, tone now filled with worry. âfuck, i didnât mean it like that! itâs a tiktok prank, babe!â
you kept moving, the door closing behind you as you stepped outside into the crisp evening air. you leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. the last thing you needed was more pain on top of an already unbearable day.
ITADORI YUUJI. anger flared within you and your eyes widened. âwhy would you say that to me? whatâs wrong with you?â you snapped, voice sharp as a knife.
yuujiâs gaze moved to look at you, and he immediately saw the pain in your eyes. his expression shifted from surprise to regret. âwait, wait, baby, iâm so sorry! itâs just a tiktok prank. i swear i didnât mean it like that. please, forgive me.â
âa tiktok prank? do you think this is funny?â
he scrambled off the couch and came over to you, face earnest and pleading. âno, no, itâs not funny. i thought it would be harmless, but i can see now that it wasnât the right time. iâm really sorryâŠâ
âforgive me, please?â
you took a deep breath, trying to calm down. the sincerity in his voice and the worry in his eyes made it hard to stay mad at him. âyuuji, iâve had a really bad day. the last thing i needed was for you to tell me to shut up.â
your boyfriend nodded vigorously, looking like a guilty puppy. âi know. i messed up big time. can we start over? weâll order your favorite takeout and watch a movie? my treat!â
GETO SUGURU. your frustration, already simmering beneath the surface, boiled over. âexcuse me? you donât get to talk to me like that, geto suguru. especially not today!â
âwhoa, hey, calm down. it was just a tiktok prank. i didnât mean it seriously.â
âand you think thatâs funny?â
the guy stood up, hands raised in a placating gesture, trying to approach you cautiously. âokay, okay, i get it. not funny. iâm sorry. how about we forget about it and i make it up to you?â
you could see the genuine concern in his eyes, but you werenât ready to let it go just yet. âyou really donât understand how bad my day has been, do you? and you choose today to pull something like this?â
suguru sighed, taking a step closer to you. âi do understand. iâm sorry i made it worse. i was just trying to be playful. let me make it up to you.â he dropped his voice to a softer, flirtatious tone, a small smirk tugging at his lips. âyou know i canât stand it when youâre upset with me.â
âyou damn flirt,â you huffed, trying to maintain your anger, but the familiar charm in his voice made it difficult. âyou canât just flirt your way out of everything, geto suguru. iâm still mad.â
he stepped closer, gently taking your hands in his. âmaybe not, but i can try. let me make it up to you tonight. we can do whatever you want. iâll be on my best behavior, promise.â
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blow me instead?
â âWhy should I blow out the candles, when you can just blow me instead?â prompt
pairing | lee felix x gender-neutral reader
genre | smut â 18+ is strongly advised!
cw | established relationship ; dom felix ; oral sex (blowjob) ; finger sucking ; cum swallowing ; deep throating
words | 2.6k ~ ( 2,693 ) + 2 fake texts !
notes | a lil smth for felix's bday. jisung's will be posted at a later date when i've finished it :( donât forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i hope you all enjoy! âč3
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you forgot. youâve forgotten the most important day of the year and you are currently kicking yourself for it. itâs felixâs birthday, the one day of the year that you look forward to every single year â but for some unknown reason, this year you forgot.
maybe itâs because youâve both been really busy that you havenât given it a second thought. youâre always well prepared for things like this, but this year it slipped your mind.
you knew you forgotten something but you couldn't tell what. you had that nagging feeling in the back of your mind but you pushed it to the side. âiâll figure it out laterâ you always told yourself only to forget â once again.
it wasn't until the day before, did you looked at your calendar and see â15th septâ circled and decorated in hearts, labelled âfelixâs bday!!â did you panic. that nagging feeling quickly turned into a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. worry and panic washing over you and coating your skin in a cold sweat.
it was way into the night to go to the store to pick something up. everything was closed. you thought about making him something but realised that you don't have the materials to do so. so a quick search on the web was your last resort. you hoped you could find something that would do next day delivery but alas, after several hours of searching and drawing up blanks, did you accept your fate.
you woke up the day of his birthday, feeling guilty and it's eating you alive. you don't think you'd be able to face to him without bursting into tears.
âi should at least wish him a happy birthday.â you mumble. you take your phone from the night stand and open up felix's contact. your thumb hovers over the green circle.Â
you hesitate. lips pursed together. you overthink. you can hear his sullen tone of voice. you can see his facial expressions twisted into sadness. your heart aches and feels tight, like someone is gripping onto it.
âfuck. i can't.â you throw your phone onto the bed beside you, watching it bounce from impact before rubbing your face with your hands and groaning. âmaybe a shower will help me. iâll call him then!âÂ
you didn't call him. in fact, you spent the whole day avoiding him. you did pop to the store and buy a small box of cupcakes and some candles. you had this idea of surprising him by turning up at his place with a fancy birthday cake, thinking it's better than nothing, but when the store only had cupcakes to offer, that idea was quick to fizzle out.
the cakes are now sitting on the counter, untouched and unopened. you're in your lounge wear on the sofa, TV on but you're not tuned into whatever show it's playing. instead, you're on your social media, looking at what felix has been up to the whole day.
pictures of felix with chan, jisung and hyunjin. birthday wishes from friends and family flood his profiles. you're glad he's had a good day but that guilt just won't go away.Â
you've shamelessly avoided him the whole day because you couldn't face him. it's cowardly of you and you know it, but in a way, you just shut off.
you rush to your feet. your sock covered soles slapping against the floor as you rush to the door. you open it and come face to face with a not so pleased looking felix.
'âi see you're still alive.â you swallow. he sounds irritated. he's angry at you and you don't blame him.
âfelix, iââ
âare you going to let me in or are we just going to stand out in the hallway?â he cuts you off. you look down at your feet and shuffle to the side, opening the door wider for him.
he walks in, kicking off his shoes and hanging up his coat as you close the door behind him. he notices the unopened cupcakes and pack of birthday candles by the side of them.
âso?â he starts as he looks at you. your chin is tucked into your chest, fingers fiddling with one another. you feel like a child about to be told off by a parent.
âi'm so sorry, felix.â you start, keeping your eyes glued to your feet. you don't want to make eye contact with him because the guilt of forgetting is eating you alive. it's making you feel incredibly nauseous.
âfor?â his arms crossed against his chest as he looks down at you, brow raised. his authoritative and dominant aura seeps out from his pores and clouds you, suffocating you in the process.
â... iâuhâŠâ you start, words lodged in your throat. felix lets out a small, irritated sigh. âI forgot about your birthday.âÂ
your voice is small and cracks. you furiously blink back the tears that are threatening to spill from your lower lash line.
âyou forgot?â you nod slowly. ïżœïżœïżœis that why you've been avoiding me?â you nod again. âwhy?â
âbecause i thought you'd be angry at me⊠like right now.â felix runs his fingers through his hair slowly.
âiâm not angry that you forgot. it happens. iâm angry because you avoided me on my birthday.â
âi know.. iâm sorry.â you look up at him and chew your bottom lip. the cupcakes catch the corner of your eye. you rush to then, opening them and the candles before sticking one in the middle of the cake.
felix follows you and watches you with eager eyes. his gaze suddenly feels hot. he licks his lips as he admires your body, eyes flickering up and down.
he's undressing you with his eyes.Â
you turn around, holding the cupcake in your hand with the candle flame flickering. you present it in front of felix and smile.
âi got you cupcakes though. i know it's not much but i couldn't find anything on such short noticeâŠâ felix simply hums and looks at the cake, then you. âare you not going to blow it out?â you question after some seconds pass.
felix leans in close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear as his voice drops and becomes low and deep. his warm breath fans against your ear as he speaks.
âwhy should i blow out the candles when you can just blow me instead?âÂ
goosebumps ripple along your skin. your heart suddenly starts racing. his breath feels ticklish against your ear, body temperature suddenly rising
âf-felix!â you squeak as he pulls back, finding amusement at your shocked facial expression.Â
âi assume you didn't get me a gift so i can consider a blowjob as one. and if you do a good job, maybe iâll let you off the hook for avoiding me on my special day.âÂ
âiââ you swallow a little, the heat from the candle is radiating onto your chin, adding to the increase of your own body temperature.
felix keeps his brow raised before trailing his hand down his torso to his groin where he squeezes and groans softly.
you can't take your eyes off him. you watch his hand squeeze and palm himself through his jeans. his veins bulging from his hands and arms.Â
he kicks his head back a little, lips parting and giving you a view of his outstretched neck. his adams apple bobbing with his swallows. soft moan and grunts leaving his parted lips.
âdon't just stand there.â his deep voice brings you back down to reality. âblow me.â
you place the cake down on the counter (after you blow out the candle) before kneeling in front of felix. he looks down at you. his dominate aura making you feel small and vulnerable but excited.
you can feel the pit of your stomach tingle and bubble with excitement. warmth coating your groin. the tips of your fingers and toes feel electric from the surging feeling of excitement that's mixed in with hormones.
you reach up and slide your hands up and under his t-shirt. his warm skin hugs the tips of your fingers. the sturdiness of his abs flexing and tensing with his stomach moving in time with his breathing.
you feel his smooth skin, tracing his muscles with your fingers. the only thing that isn't smooth, however, is the small, yet noticeable happy trail that runs from his belly button and disappears below his jean waistband.
âmhm..â felix hums softly, your touch giving him goosebumps. you move your hands lower until they come into contact with the rough fabric of his denim jeans.
you look up at him, asking for permission with your eyes to which he gives with a nod of his head.
you unbutton and unzip his jeans slowly, revealing that he is wearing black designer boxer shorts. you notice how his bulge is slowly, but surely, getting bigger with each passing second as he anticipates and waits.
you pull his jeans down to his knees. you press the palm of your hand against his crotch, massaging him slowly. he huffs. his cock twitching against the palm of your hand.
you give him a few gentle squeezes. your touch is too gentle for his liking so he looks down again you with glossy eyes.
âharder.â
you oblige by wrapping your fingers around his clothed length and squeezing, hard. his hips buck slightly and a soft, deep moan falls from his lips.
you feel his warm hand pressing against your cheek as his fingers graze along your jawline before bumping against your bottom lip.
he slowly strokes your lip, chewing on his own.Â
âlook at me.â you look up at him, making eye contact. two of his fingers nudge between your lips, gently pushing past them as you part them.
âgood.â he whispers as his fingers caress your tongue. your brows furrow together, lips wrapping around the two digits as you suck. your saliva coats felix's fingers thoroughly whilst he pushes them further into your mouth until they're fully encapsulated in the warmth of your mouth.
the hand that around his clothed length has slowed down and is now loosely gripping him. your groin feels hot and excited, tingles in your stomach as felix explores the inside of your mouth with his two fingers before pulling them out slowly.
he gives a satisfying âhmâ before instructing you to continue with the nod of his head.
you whimper a little and reach up with both hands, grabbing the waistband of his boxer shorts. your fingertips brush against his hot skin, causing felix to shiver and huff in excitement.
you slowly pull down his underwear, revealing his happy train and v-lines slowly before his erect penis is revealed, bouncing and twitching at the sudden cold air hitting his hot shaft.
felix lets out a small breath of relief. the feeling of being restrained is no longer an issue. his hips buck slightly as you wrap your hand around the base of his shaft, stroking it slowly.
you watch the man above you slowly crumble. his penis twitching, pre-cum leaking from his slit. his shaft is hot against the palm of your hand, tip red and a few veins protruding along the sides.
your hand glides up and down his penis, rotating at the top. you use the pad of your thumb to gently rub his tip, smearing the pre-cum and making his tip glisten.
the sensitivity gets to felix. his hips rocking a little in your hand against his will, thigh muscles noticeable twitching. his head flops to the side slightly, half-lidded eyes looking down at you and watching your every move.
you lean in and lick the side of his shaft a few times before pressing your tongue against his tip and swiping it several times. his salty pre-cum coats your tastes buds, making you feel more excited.
you rub your thighs together as the heat in your groin is unbearable at this point. you're desperate for some sort of friction and attention but you're too into pleasuring felix. with the way felix is right now, you know he is going to be selfish and chase his own high.
your free hand cups and caresses his balls. felix hums softly as you roll and squeeze them gently in your hand whilst kitten licking his tip.
âcâmon, baby. you know i need more than that.âÂ
you close your eyes as you wrap your lips around his tip. felix shudders and huffs a little, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. you gently suckle on his tip, swirling your tongue around it a few times before slowly lowering your head and pushing more of him into your mouth.
the corner of your lips feels stretched, mouth stuffed. you try to make your jaw slack but even that is a struggle with how thick and long felix is.
you struggle to put half of his length in, settling with a little under. you can feel his tip bumping the back of your throat and saliva is quick to accumulate in your mouth.
felix huffs and puffs, body shuddering and twitching. he reaches down and runs his fingers through your hair a few times.Â
you start to bob your head slowly. your hand stroking what your mouth struggles to reach. the head and hand move in synch with each other, providing equally, if not more, pleasure to felix.
he feels the pleasure rushing through his veins and burning. his toes curl against the floorboards and his grip on your hair tightening with each suck as a way to keep him stable and grounded.
â...fuck ⊠baby, m-more..â he pants.
you oblige, increasing speed and intensity. felix's moans become more intense and breathy. his body and mind failing to comprehend the intense feeling of warmth and wetness from your mouth as well as the coolness of your palm.
â... oh fuck.. yes⊠so fucking goodâŠâÂ
this just encourages you even more. you remove your hand and place them both on his thighs for stability. you push your head further down his length until you can feel it down your throat.
you hold back your gag reflex, swallowing a few times to tighten your throat around him. felix lets out a string of incoherent moans and whispers.Â
your jaw hurts. your lips hurts. your knees hurt and you can't breath but listening to felix whimper and crumble makes it all worth.
you feel him twitch in your mouth. his hips thrusting involuntarily. he's a mess and he's close.
his balls are tightening and his body is coated in a thin layer of sweat. the sensitivity of his cock head is overbearing.Â
âdonât stop.. 'm close..â he struggles to say between his moaning. his strangled moans mix in with the sloppy, wet sounds of your mouth.Â
he lowers his head, chin tucked into chest as he whimpers. a string of âfuckâ leaves his lips as he grips onto you. it doesnt take him long. his cock twitches in your mouth, hot fluid coating your tongue and throat.
felix whimpers and whines, huffing and puffing. his body twitches and jerks. you help him ride out his orgasm before slowly pulling away.Â
you look up at him, making eye contact as you swallow. felix shudders and strokes your swollen bottom lip, saliva collecting on the pad of his thumb.
âyou did good, yn.â with felix's help, you rise to your feet. the numb feeling of pain on your knees becoming more noticeable now that your legs are outstretched.
âdoes this mean iâm forgiven?â you mumble. felix nods and strokes your hair gently.
âsorta.â you look at him slightly confused. âmy birthday isn't over just yet, yn.â
âtrue⊠so, what do you want?âÂ
felix takes you by the hand and drags you to the bedroom. he gently throws you onto the bed, stripping himself of his clothing as you lean on your forearms and watch.
âi want so much more.â he purrs as he crawls onto the bed, towering over you and kissing the shell of your ear.
âiâm a greedy man, yn. you should know that a blowjob is not nearly enough to satisfy me.â
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Ferocious beasts with soft bellies
Pairing: Eris x Rhysâs sister!reader | WC: 2.5k | warnings: mentions of pregnancy, some violence from dogs
Summary: Erisâs hounds know youâre pregnant before either of you do, driving the two of you wild with their newfound devotion to you.
Authorâs note: hi everyone!!! Thanks for joining me this week, I hope you had a great time!! This one ends on a note I didnât expect it to, but I do have plans to write follow-ups I kinda wanted to break this up into two. Also this is part of my gingerfucker series, but can be read as a standalone okay love ya bye đ
Erisâs hounds were incredibly well-trained. He spent thousands of hours when they were pups instilling in them commands, tracking and hunting skills, and alerting him to intruders on the property.
At least, they used to be well-trained.
These days Clover, the leader of the pack, would not allow you out of her sight. All twelve hounds wandered through your house as they pleased, often keeping you company in Erisâs absence. They would lounge about, finding warm sunny spots throughout the house to take afternoon naps in. Youâd usually have one or two lazily trail you around the house, staying in the beds you had placed in several of the rooms.
Lately their attachment and sudden devotion to you was getting out of hand. Clover was practically sewn into your side the way she followed you around - she hardly let you out of her sight, keeping an eye on you at all times, following you as you moved through the house. She was even beginning to ignore Erisâs commands, opting to stay at your feet, following you around the house, or with her head curled on your lap.
When you and Eris publicly began your mateship, you had begged him to allow the dogs into your shared bed. âJust one,â you had pouted, âI donât like waking alone.â
Despite his grumbling, Eris had obliged your request. Things with your family were still quite rough - it had been almost a year by now since you left the Night Court, being unceremoniously abdicated from the throne. You had been in contact with most of your family by this point except for Rhysand, who was still refusing to speak with you since he forced you out of âhis courtâ, as he had called it.
Despite your best efforts, Eris still felt guilty over it, the rift in your family caused by the discovery of your mateship. You usually tried to soothe him, not wanting him to feel guilt over the decisions you made. You would choose him over and over again, and problems with Rhysand or any member of your family were not going to stop that from continuing. Besides, his guilt would be better suited as ire towards Rhysand.
Sometimes you did use his guilt to get what you want.
Which is why it initially did take Clover much coaxing to jump into the bed at all, a notion she thought ridiculous at first, but once her paws melted into the mattress, she was quick to lay directly on your side of the bed, placing her head atop your pillow.
âTraitor,â Eris had muttered as you cuddled up to her, petting her soft head.
After getting her into the bed, Clover spent most nights curled up at your feet or by your side, your nights often spent squished between her long body and Erisâs. Soon enough, you were back to asking Eris for another one to sleep in your bed.
âSo Clover doesnât get lonely.â
He spent ages debating with you that no, she doesnât need a companion in bed with her. It was ridiculous. The three of you were enough for one bed, and he hated to think of how a second hound would complicate things.
He didnât want to admit it, but he did quite enjoy it when heâd throw an arm around you in the middle of the night and his fingers would meet Cloverâs soft fur from the other side of you.
It also soothed some minor worry in him to have you protected from all sides, despite your being more than capable of defending yourself. The mating bond was a precious gift, but it was also a minor curse with the way it coursed through his veins, needing to protect you, to keep you safe, and to keep you both satiated.
âEr, our bedâs plenty big enough for more hounds.â
âYes, but theyâll get too spoiled. Youâve already turned Clover rotten.â
âI have done no such thing,â you cross your arms, trying to look utterly appalled at his accusation. He gives you a pointed look, then turns his gaze behind you.
Your gaze turned to the hound seated behind you, her long limbs spread across your bed, her little leg kicks and soft snores bringing a small chuckle to your lips that you quickly turned into a scoff.
âThat proves nothing.â
In the several months since allowing Clover and Cinnamon in your bed, they were still obedient. They left the bed without disturbing you in the mornings, they rotated who laid next to you and who slept at the foot of the bed, and they would never go to bed without either you or Eris prompting them to.
That all stopped a few weeks ago.
Erisâs hounds had always been fond of you - Eris had spoken of them for centuries before you were able to see any of them. The way he had spoken of them had helped you see he was capable of caring about something that wasnât himself.
That was its own revelation.
Meeting the hounds was quite nerve-wracking for you - he told you they were quite cold to new fae, and they had detested Lucienâs overeagerness to befriend them - a grudge they still held many centuries later.
âI believe they smelled the desperation leaking from his pores, tainted their perception of him,â he quipped.
Despite Erisâ warnings, you were not prepared for them to warm up to you as much as they had. He brought out his most trusted hound, Clover, to meet you, and youâre not sure if it was the way Erisâ scent was forever entwined with your own, but she warmed to you immediately. She circled your legs before sitting directly next to you, placing her head beneath your hand.
âWhat does this mean?â you whisper to Eris, not wanting to scare her or set her off.
âShe wants you to pet her.â
Your confused expression makes his eyes dance with amusement.
âSurely you understand that means to stroke her head.â He raises his hand in demonstration, petting the air with a bemused look on his face.
You huff, âshe could bite me, I apologize for wanting to wait a moment before touching a creature youâve told me is dangerous.â
âShe is dangerous, but surely sheâs capable of being more than one thing.â
Nowadays she was capable of such a feat - she was not only beloved by you, but she was also a constant thorn in your side.
It started with subtle things, conversations with Eris where you tried to express how odd they were behaving one night while you sat in Erisâ study, helping him sort through correspondence from his brothers about the lands they oversee.
âClover followed me into the bathroom.â
âPerhaps I should put some cushions for her to lay down while you bathe. Iâm fond of the sight, perhaps she is too.â
You roll your eyes, âIâm serious, Er. Sheâs behaving strangely.â
Eris set the letter from Moros down, his attention fixed on you. âYou spoil her, she is merely being affectionate. Youâll get used to it.â
Eris was wrong, Cloverâs behavior only getting worse as the days went on.
âClover, stay.â
Cloverâs brown eyes observed you, your finger pointing toward the floor indicating for her to stay, tone full of finality - a princessâs tone, a high ladyâs tone. You were determined to get the hound to listen to you, commanding her to stay in your chambers.
You passed through the door, heading down to speak with one of your advisorâs who insisted he speak with you as soon as possible. You rolled your eyes just thinking about his current issue with one of the trade routes that flows into Spring and how last time he wanted to speak to you, you enjoyed watching the vein on his forehead throb at your reluctance to take his ill advice.
Perhaps during this meeting the vein will pop, at least then the meeting would come with entertainment.
You look down and are startled when you see Cloverâs body in step with yours, her fur shimmering in the light as if she were smoke rising from the ground.
Cauldron boil me, Eris is going to kill me if Iâve ruined all of their training.
You stop, pointing in the opposite direction, whispering, âgo, shoo Clover.â You donât even want to consider how she got through the closed door.
Clover just sits in front of you, her gaze piercing, seeing something you canât. You blow out a breath, hands running through your hair, âokay, you may come with me.â
Youâd regret those words.
Clover strode into the room before you, sniffing the air as her nails clacked across the floor. Her focus shifted to the male in the room, Flintâs eyes narrowing at her. She moved her body closer to the floor as she stalked towards him, the hair along her spine raising into the shape of a fin. Her ears were pulled back, a low rumble emitting from her chest.
âClover!â
Your voice is chastising, but Clover does not let her guard down as she slowly approaches Flint. His eyes are full of fear as she approaches, her feet circling him. He spins in a circle, not letting her eyes leave his.
âClover!â
You whistle her stop command, but she ignores it. She circled Flint the way she circles mice and rabbits.
She always loved playing with her food.
âWhat is this? Control your hound.â Flintâs voice is annoyed as Clover raises her head, baring her teeth at him.
âIâm trying.â
You move forward, reaching to grab Cloverâs neck, instead missing and falling forward towards Flint. His arms catch your forearms, but Clover was not a fan of his touch and her teeth swiftly sank into the leg of his trousers. Her grip was strong as she tugged at his pants, and he began stammering, shaking his leg trying to rid his pants of her. He backed away toward the door, and once he reached the threshold, Clover let go of her grip, almost causing the male to fall over.
Her growls echoed down the hall as she watched him run down the hall before scampering back towards you, confusion and shock on your face at all that just transpired.
The hound just licked your face gently before laying next to you, her head in your lap.
You sighed, certain that Eris would kill you for ruining Clover.
Later that night, Eris made hisbway to your shared chambers, a bit surprised to find you already asleep. The hour wasnât too late, however he had caught you dozing while reading over some requests regarding equipment for some farms.
He stripped his clothes, the finery being replaced by some loose trousers before moving towards the bed to find that the hounds had placed themselves on either side of you, Cinnamon occupying his spot on the bed.
âCinnamon, down.â
The brown hound does not listen to the command, the only response a long sigh of her breath. He stared at the hound - a seventy year old beast who was one of the easiest hounds heâd ever trained, knowing how he expected her to behave from an incredibly young age.
Cinnamon was no Clover, but she was second in their chain of command. Clover was on your other side, soft snores coming from her snout.
There was plenty of room in the bed for the two of you, the two hounds, and, truthfully, several more hounds. Your preference for larger beds from when you had your wings never left after you lost them.
Eris laid in the bed, determined he could outmaneuver his hounds. He moved a hand out to your face, stroking your hair before a soft growl cut him off.
His hand stilled, eyes wide at such a response from Cinnamon. His nostrils begin flaring, heat rising to the surface of his skin in anger. He could feel the roar of the bond in his ears, frustration boiling within him at the defiance and aggression at him touching his own mate.
He tried to swallow it down, refusing to erupt in his own bed while you slept peacefully next to him. His fuse was a short one, his temper always loosely held back by a quick tongue that allowed him to loosen the reins ever so slightly.
He watched them, their bodies curled around your own and thought about your complaints of them following you around, believing it to be a consequence of your softness towards them.
You were spoiling them rotten. You were a few weeks away from giving them table scraps, for Motherâs sake. But then his thoughts veered into Flintâs description of what occurred, Clover guarding you from Flintâs touch like a mother hen-
His heart stalls in his chest, a heavy realization settling over him as he sits up, Sierra growling softly at his abrupt movements.
You were pregnant. You had to be - it was the only logical conclusion other than all twelve of his hounds losing their minds simultaneously. They must be able to scent it on you before fae senses could pick them up.
He wonders briefly if Lucienâs magical eye could see it.
Eris lay frozen on the bed, his thoughts swirling with what to do, how he was going to handle this. He was still quite new to his tenure as high lord - the work wasnât unexpected by any means, however his position was still quite vulnerable - new power always attracted violence attempting to see how far that power extended.
Things were still difficult in your personal lives - he and Lucien were on tenuous speaking terms, you and Rhysand were not on speaking terms. The two of you hadnât spoken in almost a year.
It was all so damn complicated - you hadnât had a coronation as high lady yet, wanting to wait until Rhysand would show up to have the ceremony. The logistics of a babe at such a crucial turning point politically could open Eris up to glaring vulnerabilities.
Long fingers tap at his chest, trying to keep himself somewhat grounded in reality. He had no confirmation for this - his reasoning behind such a theory were founded on the strange behavior of his hounds. He was being a ridiculous fool to get so worked up over unconfirmed theories.
Yet the image of a swaddled little thing kept gnawing at his mind - tiny toes, a tiny nose, tiny fingers wrapping around his. He had adored his brothers when they were much younger, when the world under Beron could be disguised as a good place. Perhaps he could do it.
Eris laid awake for several hours, your soft breathing calming him as he sat and thought about all the possible ways he could ruin all of this.
A tiny part of him let himself hope that, in spite of it all, he wouldnât.
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if its ok can i request a overblot boys and ruggie and kamil with a reader that just forgets to eat? like they can go the whole day without eating then suddenly they just get dizzy cause they haven't eaten and when they get asked why they passed out/not ate they're like "lol yeah i forgot to eat my bad gangđ§đ»" they're just so nonchalant and act like its whateverđits ok if not if this makes you uncomfortable!! Love your blog pookie and make sure YOU eat properlyđ„đ„
ahh... just like me fr. this ask actually reminded me to eat, thank you!
summary: reader who forgets to eat type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, ruggie, azul, jamil, kalim, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, mentions of food and not eating!
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Riddle is also guilty of this
it's not that he's neglectful, it's just that...
...well... he's a little neglectful
it's usually Trey who has to remind him to take breaks from studying
none of that will stop him from scolding you, though
"What were you thinking, going a whole day without a meal? It's no wonder you're always so tired!"
expect lots of snacks from him after he's done berating you
he sends someone every day to make sure you've had something
(both a blessing and a curse)
you'll be in your room then suddenly Che'nya is there asking if you had lunch yet
and if not, you'll be recieving an invitation to Heartslabyul for tea
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Leona can't be bothered to ask why you're always so... out of it
he just assumes that's your personality
he even teases you for it, once or twice
then Jack offhandedly mentions that you rarely eat until dinner, and he gets all... worried
Ugh
suddenly, his room is always stocked with your favorite snacks from Sam's
what? no, they're not for you. he's just taken a liking to 'em. but you're welcome to have some if you'd like
his act is unconvincing
"What? Stop looking at me like that. I'm not some sap. I'm just making sure you don't go passing out on me,"
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Ruggie is worried that Crowley's cut your food rations
he'd been mooching off of you for a few months now, after all
plus, he knows what it's like to go hungry
of course, he doesn't outright ask. he doesn't want to embarrass you or anything
he just... casually offers to split meals and comes over once a week with half of his forage greens
"What, this? Nah, I just had extra. What, you're complaining about free food? Shishishi,"
you repay the gesture by making him a few meals, and it becomes a little tradition between the two of you
*à©â©â§âË
why, oh why, does Azul have to care about you so much?
he's become familiar that exact look on your face; distant, dizzy, disoriented...
and he's caught himself mid-scold far too many times
"Have you no sense of self-preservation? You can't keep relying on others to care for you; you'll only be taken advantage of,"
...and, of course, he's the poor soul who cares for you
he convinces himself that verbal reminders cost nothing
then he starts sending the tweels to make sure you've eaten
and then he insists you drop by the Mostro Lounge at least once a day
it's not that he's giving you his time and energy for free
he's just making an investment in you!
that's it. NOTHING ELSE! (<- lies)
(cue tweels giggling in the background)
*à©â©â§âË
poor Jamil
first Kalim, and now he has you to worry about, too?
of course; he has no obligation to help. that's what he tells himself
nothing will happen if he just ignores you
...except that sinking feeling in his stomach
Sevens, help him...
he starts letting you help around the kitchen
just... tidying up, doing the dishes, etc
and if you happen to want a bite of what he's cooking? ohoho, who is he to deny you the chance to test for poison?
(feigns to mention that these dishes have already been tasted)
"Good? Why, I'm flattered. You're welcome to help any time- how about tomorrow?"
*à©â©â§âË
Kalim will never pass a chance to host
you offhandedly mention that you forget to eat sometimes? just come over for breakfast!
and lunch
and dinner!
and you'll stay for dessert, too, won't you?
he's nothing if not gracious, and he has a penchant for taking care of others
he likes feeling useful, after all
just be ready to give him your full thoughts and feelings on every dish; he's already making a mental list of your favorites to serve every time you come over
"Hungry? No problem! We have all your faves waiting for you. What music do you want to listen to while we eat?"
*à©â©â§âË
you know that Vil loves you, right?
so, so much?
good. because that love makes him want to shake you
of all the stupid things...
it's no use trying to hide it from him; you could look and act completely normal and he'd still see right through you
he can just tell
he has to restrain himself from threatening Crowley into letting you stay at Pomefiore so he can care for you
Vil believes you're capable, after all. you just need a little push
"I've set a daily reminder and stocked your kitchen. Remember that some food is better than none. If you need me for anything, I'll see to it as soon as possible,"
you can expect Epel and Rook to ask if you've eaten, on his behalf, every time you run into each other
*à©â©â§âË
Idia sets like, 30 reminders in your phone
he knows as well as you do that three measly alarms won't be enough
...he, too, is guilty of forgetting to eat
he probably makes you a custom alarm sound and everything
a little pavlovian conditioning never hurt anyone, right? it's basically no different than training an AI
...or something like that
will send Ortho over to check your vitals every once in a while
"it's NBD. can't have u losing all your lives on me. who would tolerate me then?"
*à©â©â§âË
thank your lucky stars it's Malleus who notices your drowsiness first and not Lilia
Malleus, at least, will find you something edible to eat
he's trying to keep you alive, after all
he's very sweet and gentle about it
soft little reminders, nudges to keep you awake... he will up and leave a dorm meeting if he realizes he doesn't know if you'd had anything yet today
Malleus is very conscious about human mortality, and is very... delicate about it
he's just a little overprotective, that's all
it mostly comes to sharing little treats together every now and then. it feels less awkward when you're together, after all
"There is no need to thank me. I'm simply happy to spend my time with you,"
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