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Pairing: Hybrid!Lion Jeongin x Reader (Fem)
Genre: Smut
Warnings: This is honestly super soft, King/Queen used a lot, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Praise, Oral(Both), Mentions of back scratching, Sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings!
A/N: I really didnât have any ideas for this but god did it turn out so good imo. I really hope you enjoy it cause I loved writing it. Honestly Iâve loved all these so far!
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Being a hairstylist you met all walks of people. However today was the first time you were heading to a clients house. A wealthy man who was paying a pretty penny to have you come to him instead. When you pulled up to his beautiful house he had someone waiting for you at the door. He greeted you, taking you down the long hall into a room. The man that greeted you had your heart pounding. His thick main like hair, cute ears peaking from it a sharp smile to match his sharp jaw line. And that stare- those eyes could pierce glass.
âAh youâre here!â He said smiling he reached out his hand to shake it. That smile showed off those sharp pearly white but it also showed off those cute little dimples he had.
âNice to meet you Mr. Yangâ you said with a smile.
âJust call me Jeonginâ he said.
âGot it, so uhm Jeongin what would you like me to do for you?â You asked.
âRight right the hair, are you thirsty at all?â He asked before moving towards the small fridge in the room. He grabbed you a bottle of water not even waiting for your response.
âOh thank you!â You said politely.
He was so unbelievably handsome. His presence was almost scary but as soon as he smiled it just went away. When he handed you the water your hands grazing one anotherâs he felt a jolt up his spine. You were definitely the one he thought.
Once you both got situated you wet his hair getting ready to cut it. Brushing it out he almost sounded like he was purring. âY/n are you not wondering why I asked for you specifically?â He said in almost a hum.
âHmm- I mean I didnât wanna pry. Just figured you wanted someone with experience for your hairâ you said honestly.
âExperience huh?â He said with a small chuckle. âIf you want me to be honest I requested you because there was something about youâ he said.
âYeah? Whatâs that?â You asked as you slowly clipped away some of his locks. His hair was so fluffy, it felt so clean and soft.
âI believe you to be my mateâ he said with a smirk. âMy father always told me I would know, I thought he was just full of shit however when I saw you..â he trailed off. âWhen I saw you I knew you were the one.â
âI-I-â you tried to choke out some words but you couldnât really wrap your head around what he was saying.
âAre you finished with my hair?â He said snapping you out of your stuttering mess.
âUhm ye- yes Iâm doneâ you said letting him get up.
âAah I look like a million bucksâ he said with a chuckle.
When he turned back to look at you he could see the redness on your face. He strolled over to you taking your hands into his pulling you into him. âEvery king needs their queen right?â He said his words coming out like honey. You nod not knowing what to say, your heart was pounding, palms becoming clammy. He leaned in his lips ghostly against yours. âTell me if you want me to stopâ he said before kissing you gently. You didnât expect him to be so soft with his movement however he felt so gentle like he was afraid of hurting you.
He kissed you lovingly hand coming up to cup your face. He leaned your body against the wall kissing you deeply his tongue swiping at your lips. When his other hand came down to grab at your ass you let out a soft whimper letting his tongue slide into your mouth. His hand gripped firmly pulling you as close as he could. You could feel his length pressing against you, your body moving before your brain could stop you. You stroked him through his pants making a low growl escape his lips. He was a little surprised at your actions but not wanting to stop you.
Youâd be lying if the feeling of him against you didnât have a spark. It was almost like a fire burning, like everything felt right. Maybe he was right? You didnât know much about how mates worked especially with lions however that wasnât what you wanted to think about right now. Not when his kisses moved down to your jaw, down to your neck. He licked at your skin making your body jolt, your hand gripping at his cock ever so slightly. âAh angel-â he groaned out.
You didnât know what came over you. Dropping to your knees looking up at him with almost doe eyes. His soft expression that met yours made your heart skip a beat. He let you pull his pants down his cock finally freeing from the confines of it. He let out an almost sigh of relief. âMay I my king?â You say feeling it being a little cheesy but holy shit did he like it. His cock twitched at your words.
He cupped your chin thumb rubbing against your lip. âAnything for my queenâ he said softly. When you kissed the tip of his cock his head was already falling back. His cock was thick and long the base being thicker than the rest. You licked around his head before taking in as much as you could. You swirled your tongue around him bobbing your head back and forth. You could feel his legs becoming shaky. His hands coming to your hair to pull it to the side as he watched you take him all in.
When your eyes met his gaze his hips bucked unexpectedly, to the both of you actually. You gagged a bit making him pull away âI-Iâm sorry I-â he stuttered out before you quickly took him in once more. You didnât mind or honestly care right now. He tasted so good, almost addicting. You sucked him like you were on a mission. You were just so lost in him in everything of him. Meeting his gaze once more those doe eyes making him groan louder than he was already. He quickly pulled you away once more making you whine.
âMâsorry Angel, but I can smell how wet you are and fuck- Iâm gonna lose it if I canât taste youâ he said pulling you up to him. He moved you to the chair he has been sitting on swiftly pulling down your pants and panties. He could see your cunt glistening making his mouth almost water. He wanted to take his time, wanted to kiss every inch of you but he felt like he was dying. Like if he didnât eat you out right now he would die. He dove into your cunt lapping at everything he could. His tongue darting into your wet folds fucking into you.
Your legs griped around him making him growl. His strong hands came up to grip at your thighs nails slightly digging into you. âI wanna watch that pretty face of yoursâ he said before nipping at your clit. His fingers came up pushing into you slowly. He needed to stretch you out enough so it wouldnât hurt when you took him. âJeongin pleaseâ you choked out hands flying to his freshly cut hair gripping it tightly.
âWhat do you need my angel?â He purred.
âYou- please I need youâ you said staring down at him and how could he deny you? Especially when you were asking so nicely.
âYou sure you can take me? I donât wanna hurt-â
âI can- please- please fuck me my kingâ
Those words passing your lips once more, he moved so fastly. Standing up gripping the base of his cock. He spit in his hand taking extra precaution so he would just slide right in. He went slowly pushing in inch by inch almost. He kept his eyes on you for any sign of pain but he was only met with a blissful look. He couldnât help himself, he pushed fully into you filling you full. The stretch wasnât painful. Oh no it felt like heaven.
He leaned down to kiss you passionately as he slowly fucked into you. Your hands came around griping at his back. âMy beautiful queen, my- my beautiful mateâ he said softly against your lips. He moved back enough to look into your eyes. âAh- you feel so good- you were meant for me- I was- was meant for you. Can you feel it?â He babbled out.
You nodded ây-yesâ
The smile that stretched across his face when you said that made your heart melt. He was looking at you with so much love so much fondness like youâve been together for years. He felt like he could almost cry at the feeling. âMy beautiful angel-â he said sweetly. âCan- can I go faster?â
You couldnât help but feel something by him asking. Again it was like he didnât want to hurt you. Like you were the most precious thing to him. âPlease-â
His hips snapped back and back in so fastly. You heard a low growl coming from deep with in his chest. His hand came up to cup your face keeping eye contact with you the whole time. âYouâre taking me so well Angel- doing- doing so good for me. I need you- to cum with me. Please cum with meâ his words almost a plea.
His other hand came down to play with your clit. Those long pretty fingers toyed with your nub ever so perfectly. âMâso closeâ you moaned out.
âI know- youâre clenching around me so fucking tightly- I think Iâm gonna lose my mindâ he admitted.
His thrusts became sloppy his head wanting to fall back. Eyes wanting to roll back but he couldnât he wanted to watch you cum around him. Needed too. âYouâre all mine right? Gonna be my queen?â He said.
âYes! All yours my kingâ you said. His thrusts were becoming sloppier but fuck was he hitting you so deeply. His cock head bulling against your cervix with every thrust. He could feel your nails digging into his back only adding to the pleasure. âCu- cumming!â You almost screamed out. He watched your face contort in pleasure, body trembling under him. He was gone.
He wrapped his arms around you thrusting into one last time before cumming deep inside you. The thicker part of his cock pushing past your entrance fully seating itself inside you. You donât know how but the combined feeling of his cum and the full length of his cock buried in you. You were cumming once more only seconds from your first high. Your body was shaking never feeling an orgasm that intense. He purred against you, hands trying to sooth you. âSsh itâs ok, I got you Angel.â He cooâd.
His arms held onto you tightly bodyâs meshed together. He left soft kisses to any part of you he could. âMy beautiful queen did so wellâ he said sweetly against your skin.
After your high subsided and both of you catching your barring he pulled away slightly. His eyes still full of so much love as he smiled down at you. âSo you really wanna be mine?â He said almost like everything that had happened wasnât enough confirmation.
You couldnât help but chuckle this big intimidating man needing so much reassurance. âYes sillyâ you said with a smile. That smile of yours melted him, you could get away with anything with that smile with him. You started laughing making him look at you almost confused.
âWhatâs so funnyâ he said with a small pout.
âYour hairs all messed up you look like you have a birds nest on your headâ you teased.
When he leaned back looking at the small mirror in the room he started laughing himself. âWell I know a hairstylist that could fix thatâ he said with a fond smile.
He surly treated you like a queen after that. He was so happy to have you. Showing you off as much as he could. Spoiling you even when you told him not to. On his birthday you got him this necklace with both of your engraved in it. When you gifted it to him he almost cried. He could buy anything he wanted, but to have you go out of his way to do something so sweet. Ugh he just loved it. He wore it everyday never wanting to take it off. He really had everything now. Heâd trade all his riches if it meant heâd have you.
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genre(s) -> smut, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> Song Mingi x reader warning(s) -> smut, mdni. 18+ words -> 2.2k
abstract -> insecurties sometimes need to be faced
y/nâs perspective
Waking up in the middle of the night to Hongjoongâs screaming wasnât what I expected to ever happen⊠Seonghwa and Yeosang? Maybe⊠but Hongjoong and Mingi? Not at all.
âYah! Seriously youâve woken everyone upâ I heard Seonghwa say in a groggy voice. âYouâll wake up y/nnie if you continue⊠â I heard Wooyoung say in a tired voice and saw him hug San⊠âNever mind you did wake her up,â Yeosang said as he approached me and kissed my forehead. âAh- Sorry⊠Mingi is just acting differentâ he said and San laughed. âAre you scared of the overgrown wolf now?â San asked and Hongjoong growled at him.Â
âHow difficult can he be? If anything you mightâve done somethingâ Seonghwa said and he scoffed. âMingi-ah!! Unlockââ âGo away!!â The wolf interrupted the tiger. âYouâve already wokenââ âShut up you stupid overgrown cat!!â he said and I was shocked at what was happening.
Yeosang laughed at the tigerâs expression of pure shock at the wolf hybridâs behavior⊠and his comment towards him.Â
âY/n, Mingi is being mean to the cats!â Wooyoung said as he sleepily wrapped his arms around me. âItâs unfair! Itâs my room too!â Hongjoong yelled and kicked the door only to hear a growl shortly afterwards.Â
âEveryone just go to sleep⊠Hongjoong you can sleep in my roomâ I said, already tired and wanted to quickly go back to the warm bed. I was sleepy and didnât pay attention to the otherâs complaints. But luckily Seonghwa was left for damage control.Â
âShut up all of you⊠Hongjoong will just have to take her bed tonightâÂ
I woke up to a cuddly tiger. I smiled softly at how sweet he was. A major difference from when we first met.
I saw my door open slightly and saw familiar eyes. It suddenly swings open. âYouâre awake!!â Wooyoung said loudly, waking up the tiger who groaned and hugged me tighter.Â
âHey, let go of her!!â San said and the tiger scoffed. âI have breakfast all done so get up you lazy tiger!â Wooyoung said and I got the chance to brush my teeth and wash my face before going for breakfast.Â
âDid you sleep well?â Yeosang asked and I nodded. âI hope Hongjoong didnât snore, '' Seonghwa said and Yeosang laughed. It was rare that the two got along outside of their room⊠instead, it's almost like they bully and tease each other to show how they care. It was weirdly toxic.
I noticed everyone here but Mingi.Â
âThe wolf is still hogging up my roomâ Hongjoong angrily said while eating toast. âIâll bring some food to him,â I said and Wooyoung didnât let me.Â
âWhatever heâs dealing with is hybrid-relatedââ âHe wonât hurt meâ I cut him off and he looked away but I noticed the flushed cheeks he had.
âIt might be his heat?âÂ
mingiâs perspective
For some reason, Hongjoongâs presence annoyed me. I felt angry. No⊠needy? I didnât know.
I heard a knock and I was about to yell at them before I recognized the sweet scent.Â
No⊠I can never be angry at her.
âMingi are you okay?â she asked but I didnât know what to sayâŠ
I unlocked the door silently when she realized and entered, only making her scent stronger. It made me⊠even more hungry for her.
âThere's a suspicion youâre in heat,â she said and I groaned. I hated my heat⊠the she-devil would always trap me in the closet until it ended. The thing with hearts is that I couldnât ever get off by myself⊠so when the time came that my heart or even Yunhoâs came weâd admit each other to heat hotels. It was uncomfortable.
I nodded while looking away from her.Â
âYou can go to a heat hotel or suppressants?â I asked and I wondered if I should go for the option most familiar to me.Â
Heat Hotels werenât the worst⊠Most of the time it was actually helpful.Â
âYou might wanna get advice from a hybrid though not meâ
âHongjoong is the only one to go to the hotel,â San told me while the rest seemed to agree. âYeosang, did you go to one?â Seonghwa asked while the doberman scoffed. âNo, I didnât! I wouldnât waste my time with some stupid run-down hotelâ he growled out.Â
I highly doubt he went to one with his experience.Â
âIt was only Hongjoong '' Seonghwa said while the orange tiger seemed uninterested in talking about his experience. âOh and threatened his heat partner and almost had y/n under a lawsuit,â Yeosang said and I sighed. âJust ask her for help,â San noted and I was shocked they were allowing it so easy.Â
The tigers told me how the two canine hybrids completely shut them out until circumstances happened.Â
âYou wonât be satisfied if you go to a hot hotel. Not with the boner you had when you left your room with y/n '' Yeosang teased and I growled softly.Â
âHave you ever even had sex Mingi?â Seonghwa asked and I nodded. âIâve gone to heat hotels beforeâ I confessed and they sighed.Â
âEven if you do decide on a heat hotel theyâll just comment on how youâre a pet. Hybrids seem to hate or pity âcollectiblesâ and just taunt you the entire timeâ Hongjoong said and I wondered if that's how it was.Â
Was it really that different now that I had a fancy collar?
âWhat if you just go there without a collar?â Wooyoung asked and they shook their heads. âThey have a collar policy,â I said.
âI think if he doesnât want to mate with y/n let him go and see if he survives longer than Hongjoong,â Seonghwa teased but I think it was the best idea.
She wouldnât want me as a mate anyway. Who would?
âIf you feel uncomfortable, have the staff call me okay?â she asked and I nodded.Â
Theyâre pairing me off with another dog hybrid. It wasnât until I got into the room that I saw what breed⊠a golden retriever.
âHi!â she said with a big smile and her tail wagging. The staff left me with her and I felt nothing but sadness. I missed Yunho.Â
âYouâre a lot bigger than I thought when they told me you were a wolf-runt hybrid,â she said and I tried not to let that offend me. It was normal for hybrids to point out if they were runts.
âYou smell like a lot of hybrids though,â she said and I nodded. âI live with five other hybrids,â I said and she looked shocked. âIâm the only one. My owner is nice but she wants to get another hybridâ she pouted and I sighed. Some owners may show favoritism if they do get multiple hybrids.
âWhat is it like?â she asked and I laughed. âChaoticâ I answered and she nodded. She looked up at me with big doe eyes that I almost mistook her for a deer hybrid.Â
âYou wanna start?âÂ
y/nâs perspective
âHeâs been gone for four daysâ Wooyoung whined about missing the wolf hybrid. âIâm surprised how long heâs staying there for,â Hongjoong said and I had to agree.Â
Mingi was shy and sweet. I didnât expect him to last long at a Hyatt hotel.Â
âAngel, there's a new perfume I want!â Yeosang said and I smiled. âOh?â I said and he nodded. âIt's only available for pick up in the storeâ he pouted and I nodded.Â
I was already ready and Wooyoung wanted to tag along.Â
The three of us went to pick up his perfume and a second one for Seonghwa who would probably steal Yeosangâs if we didnât.
We were picking up some food when I got a call about the heat hotel.
âI donât wanna go near thereâ âMe either!â the two hybrids said and I sighed. âPlease itâll be quick to pick up Mingi,â I said and they agreed eventually.
We got near the hotel when Yeosang was hugging my arm. âHello, the hybrid paired up with Mingi was picked up early. We wanted to know if you would like a refund for the rest of the days you paid or pair him up with someone new?â she asked and I looked at Mingi who shook his head.Â
âIâll take him now,â I said as she handed me the refund and a paper of the other hybridâs information. She was a golden retriever hybrid, a purebred too.
âThat's such a disgusting place,â Yeosang said and I noticed how quiet Mingi is. I was getting worried⊠was he okay? Hongjoong was quite like this too when he came to the heat-hotel but that's because of his hatred of how he was called a collectible⊠was Mingi okay?
We got home and he was still a bit off⊠was it something that happened?
I followed Mingi to his room when he must've noticed me. He didnât say anything and waited for me.Â
âAre you okay?â I asked and he nodded. âJust⊠pent up?â he said in a low voice, almost not sure of himself⊠âDid something happenââ âShe reminded me of Yunho⊠She was a golden retriever hybrid. I guess I was a little angry? I was too rough with herâŠâ he confessed and I kneeled.Â
Lately, Kun has been telling me that heâs been a little off when mentioning Yunho. Almost territorial against the dog hybrid who he hasn't seen.Â
âIs your heat done?â I asked and he shook his head. âIt's okay⊠I only have a few more days leftâ he said and I shook my head.Â
âI could help?â He looked at me confused. âIf that makes you uncomfortable I have heat suppressantââ âPlease help meâ
no oneâs perspective
Mingi almost didnât know what he was doing. He had very little experience with his heats⊠he wasn't a virgin but he was also inexperienced⊠and it's not like you were any better.
âI donât want to hurt you like I did herâ he muttered⊠âYou wonât⊠you mustâve been remembering Yunho huh?â you reassured and he nodded.Â
âThis is my home⊠I finally have something of my own that I donât share with himâ he confessed his wish and you gave him a soft smile âWeâll always be your family,âÂ
That mustâve comforted him⊠and probably gave him the courage to kiss you gently, almost too scared to go rough⊠It was an intimate and almost desperate kiss.Â
He then started kissing you on your jaw and neck feeling him suck on your skin making marks of his that will surely tick off the others. Especially Yeosang and HongjoongâŠ
Desperate for it to escalate you grabbed his hands to make him a little more comfortable and placed them on your chest as he started to massage your chest with each one getting rougher.Â
He then ripped the shirt you had on to start marking your skin lower now. Sucking and teasing your chest as he got more rough.Â
He looked at you with pleading eyes when his hands found your waist and softly tugged on the pants you were wearing. You nod silently and he takes them off along with your panties.Â
He circled your clit with his hands before thrusting his fingers into you. Mingi was very tall and his fingers were reaching places that fingers hadn't found before. It was all new territory as he would be the biggest one youâd take out of all your hybrids.Â
At some point the pleasure was too much you couldnât hold in the whimpers and moans that you let out while he decided to now stretch you and prepare you for his size. âGive me one⊠just one before I go inside you please, pup,â he had pleaded as you felt your body snap and you listen to him cumming once now by his fingers. Coming off that high you didnât notice the shuffling as he now lined himself up to your entrance even tapping your clit with his tip. He grabbed your thighs and looked at you silently seeing if I was okay. In which youâd give him a soft smile that would only fuel his head to get rough with you and corrupt you.
You couldnât have suspected his size would hurt and stretched you open to the point that it would feel like San taking your virginity all over again.Â
âIâm sorry just a little more please?â heâd apologize and soon beg breathlessly as he bottomed out. He moved to kiss away the tears that fell down your cheeks even licking them up to taste the salty liquid. Â
âWe can stopââ you shook my head and even gripped his arm tighter so he didnât move. âYouâre just so big⊠I need to get used to itâ you whined out and he nodded as he kissed you in hopes to distract you from the burning sensation whilst he was inside you.Â
As he stayed still you began to grow frustrated wanting him to move. Whining out âMingiâ he chuckled softly. You were okay but it only irritated you and made you more impatient. He was going painfully slow⊠and you wanted more.Â
âPlease Mingi, fasterâ you pleaded and he nodded as he started going faster. Hybrids were more sensitive during heats but especially now since Mingi has a few days with his heat he started getting desperate and you forgot a crucial detail.
Mingi was a canine hybrid.Â
âIâm sorry pup⊠you can handle it itâll be okayâ he said as he continued giving me sweet praises as he knotted me. Which gave you a delicious type pain as he grew in size.
âShhh⊠you said youâd help me right? Just a little moreâ
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A Room Without Windows (Webcomic)
Created by: Dacto Gongji
Genre: BL/Mystery
This webcomic is only about 5 chapters, but my goodness does it have a good twist at the end. Considering it starts out with kidnapping, amputation and memory loss, you know you're in for a good ride.
The story starts out with Song Gi Tae waking up in an underground bunker. He can't seem to remember anything past that he was on a date for a bit and that one of his legs has been cut off. He's been underground for about one and a half months only being fed by someone who comes in every day to give him lunch. Gi Tae gets aggressive and attempts to attack the man, Ji Hoon, but Ji Hoon only wants to know more about him and take care of him, however, Gi Tae continues to reject him as he's the one who has cut off his leg. Gi Tae has a nightmare about being able to escape, only to be caught by Ji Hoon and have him tear apart his other leg with his teeth. To get a hairpin that Ji Hoon is wearing, Gi Tae is willing to sleep with him so that he can use the hairpin to pick the lock. Despite the two having sex, Ji Hoon actually does catch Gi Tae taking one of his hairpins, but allows him to keep it as a gift. Ji Hoon sends him out to get sweets, and while Gi Tae is picking the lock, he starts to wonder how he was able to gain these skills. Opening the door, he finds that he has been locked in a facility, and takes the elevator up to the first floor. Despite his instincts yelling at him, he decides to open the door to the outside only to get attacked by a zombie. He starts to remember what happened the days before. He remembers his last days before the zombie apocalypse, where he was buying food for his date before all hell broke loose. After almost a decade, he ends up with a group of people starving in the snow. Given that his leg was already damaged, the rest of the group attempts to cut his leg off to eat it, attacking him as they travel. This is where Ji Hoon comes in and defends him by killing off the rest of the members and carries him back to the bunker. Upon remembering this, Gi Tae realizes there's nobody out there for him anymore, and is about to kill himself before Ji Hoon's face flashes in his mind. We get backstory of Ji Hoon when he was younger, seeing that his family was already aware that the zombie apocalypse was coming, they built a bunker for everyone to live under. The live relatively happy, until one by one the people in the bunker disappear, his mother and father leaving him behind with a bunker filled with food. Ji Hoon lived happily alone, occasionally going out to get toys and other things, while maintaining the bunker, however, eventually started feeling extremely lonely after a while. He decides to go out and finds Gi Tae with the others, with Gi Tae announcing what he's done to survive to get the others off his back. He falls in love with Gi Tae at first sight and kills the other members, taking him back to the bunker and cutting off his leg. However, after a while of Gi Tae rejecting Ji Hoon, he eventually lost his memories, with Ji Hoon worried that if he reminded Gi Tae of what happened, he would try to hurt himself again as he did before. Ji Hoon goes out, finding a prosthetic leg and sweets for Gi Tae, and goes home to find him crying in the bed. He promises to be together with him forever, and to take care of him.
Even though Ji Hoon seems to be a cruel person in the very beginning, seeing that he did cut off Gi Tae's leg, we see that this is actually probably the best case scenario for both of them given the twist of the zombie apocalypse. It is a very fun way to see how the main character's perspective gets flipped around, something that reminds me a bit of how The Black Mirror was done. The twist for the yandere to actually be (for the most part) rather caring is really nice, and it's well done for a story that is only about 5 chapters. Gi Tae really both lucky and unlucky that Ji Hoon took interest in him given that he probably would have died otherwise if Ji Hoon didn't interfere and kill the rest of the survivors.
Ji Hoon as a yandere is kind of interesting given that he's more of the innocent type, as he was raised in the bunker for pretty much all of his life, but wasn't really given a chance to develop properly due to the fact that his parents left him before he became an adult. As a result, he has a more childlike personality, only really falling for Gi Tae because of his "puberty" though he had the extreme patience to wait nine years for him to regain his memories, which is extremely impressive. He does kill off about five different people to save Gi Tae along with disregarding other survivors when he goes to find the prosthetic leg for Gi Tae and takes great care in making sure that Gi Tae is fed properly, even happy that he was able to give a gift to Ji Hoon, even if it was used for him to escape temporarily. I've seen in some of the twitter extras, that Ji Hoon even helps Gi Tae walk on his new prosthetic leg in the end.
Overall, I think that this webcomic is very good for a short story, giving a nice backstory for both characters and how they came to met each other, as well as a bit of a subversion of how the yandere is really like given the situation and the concept of the story.
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My favourite thing about AOT is that when Eren first met Armin and Mikasa, he scared the hell out of them
Like imagine this: You just had the worst day of your life. A bunch of kids beat you up/ you watched your parents get killed then you got kidnapped and out of nowhere a creepy little kid in a red scarf shows up and he is like âyo, wanna tatakae and be my bestie forever :)â
#even in the lost girls OVA when Eren walked into Mikasaâs house acting like he owned the place the poor girl was scared of him lmaoo#Eren would be that one boy in kindergarten who would bite the other kids and push them off of the swings and slides#One of my favourite scenes is when Grisha is like (hey Eren be be nice to Mikasa and try to be friends with her I donât want you to be an#outcast) and Eren is like I will be nice to her if she is nice to me >:(#and Grisha is like sweetheart this is why you only have one friend đ#like if Zeke and Eren were raised together Eren would give him younger brother trauma#kid Eren was born to be in a horror movie fr#he would have done wonders for that genre#eren jeager#eren yeager#armin arlert#mikasa ackerman#EMA#eremika#attack on titan#aot#shingeki no kyojin#snk#shiganshina trio
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Taffe poses a difficult, and even chilling, question about the great figures of the Henrician court. So much of our focus as writers and readers is only on the royal court that we tend to see it as a moral universe, in which there are good guys and bad guys â heroes, villains, and victims. However, there was a whole world beyond the palace walls and, while not everybody went to court willingly, many did. Taffe therefore asks if there is always a binary between victim and perpetrator in cases of tyranny. Janeâs fate in 1542 was tragic, he argues, but that does not necessarily mean that she herself was not complicit in some of the Henrician regimeâs earlier horrors. Put another way â is it credible that somebody could have survived, and often thrived, at Henry VIIIâs court for twenty years without being prepared to mutilate their own conscience in order to do so? And this brutal question does not just apply to Jane, but to most of her courtly contemporaries. Thomas More, who handed down the death penalty to religious opponents when he was in favour only to then have it turned on him a few years later; Katherine of Aragon, who thought nothing of trying to send a dead kingâs mutilated corpse to her husband as a grotesque trophy and then wept at her own demotion from the throne; Anne Boleyn, who pleaded for some religious dissenters but chose to remain thunderously mute as men were castrated, tortured, and hacked apart in the streets of London; Thomas Cromwell, who pushed the law to acrobatic limits of flexibility to deliver for his king the gold and heads that he wanted; Catherine Howard, who accepted the confiscated treasures of martyred monks and abbots; Thomas Cranmer, who condemned people to burn long before the same fate came to him. They all cheered the monster on, until the day it turned round and consumed them, too. Is it possible that so many of these sixteenth-century figures who have passionate admirers today â who see them as victims, heroes, geniuses, or even saints â were in fact simultaneously beneficiaries of this regime and its victims?
Courting Scandal: The Rise and Fall of Jane Boleyn, Lady Rochford
#he still annoys me but i have to say this is a superb review#(i would probably also give 4 stars altho i don't really much agree with taffe's judgement of her character#just for how exhaustive and compelling this work is on henrician court life in general)#i just really don't like how he writes about henry altho i think here the 'monster' might be courtly ambition#also have to wonder why he mentions howard accepting confiscated items from dissolution but not jane?#he said elsewhere he realizes he didn't give JS a fair shake now but like that is true...idk why warnicke has been the only to mention it#also historians reviewing historians is my favorite genre#and ok i'll have to retract what i previously said OH did review this book#but not on her blog exhaustively as she's done other works so i maintain that#like i'd be very interested in a piece by piece critique and she doesn't provide examples of what she's claiming in hers#*courtly ambition/ worldly glory
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iâm begging you for some nsfw hcs with wade & logan
i NEED more info about jealous sex with them specifically
please and thank you đđ
Jealousy Sex - Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson
Pairing: Logan Howlett x reader (no pronouns are used but has a pussy) x Wade Wilson
Genre: smut/nsfw
CW: poly! relationship, jealousy, possession, scent kink/scenting, taunting & humiliation, oral, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, AFTERCARE
omg of course!! the two of them being jealous over you would be such a handful >~< id love to write a full length of this sometime too!! thank you for the request lovely đ
these two are such a handful when theyâre jealous
Logan has no patience for other men getting in your personal space
if some other guy is talking to you too long or starting to get a little too close
he comes and stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck
heâll make a big show of it too, sucking at your skin and breathing in your scent
âdâya smell that? hm?â
you scrunch your eyebrows together, wondering whatâs about to come
âthatâs my scent. mine. all fuckinâ over ya.â
heâs dragging you upstairs to the nearest locked bedroom before you can even react
sex with him while heâs jealous can go either way depending on just how riled up he is
sometimes itâs deep and intimate, going until youâve forgotten the rest of the world
or itâs rough and hard and biting, until your head is spinning and his name is the only thing you can remember
heâll have you face down in the pillows, his grip on your hips so tight you swear heâs using his claws
his cock bullies so deep inside of you that tears form in your eyes and you have to wind your hands into the sheets to keep from screaming
and once you throw Wade into the mixâŠ
Wade does NOT get jealous easily & even if he does, he just jokes it off
it would take a lot to get him going & god help you if he does
heâll swoop in when someoneâs hitting on you and press himself in real close
not nearly as showy as Logan but heâll make real good eye contact with them and call them out for it
âi know i knowâ heâll kiss the side of your head. âso fuckable, right?â
heâll have you propped on the counter of the nearest bathroom, his face stuffed between your legs in an instant
heâs holding your legs open with ease & relentlessly licking your poor, overstimulated clit
every time you try to shuffle away or close your legs heâs pushing them further apart
âahahah, not yet baby. if you can still move then I havenât done my job right.â
when theyâre together & jealous?? youâre not leaving that room for hours and theyâre going to fucking ruin you
theyâll have you whining and overstimulated long before either of them slip inside of you
they take turns over who gets to eat you out, the other holding your legs open and mumbling a tantalizing mix of praise and degradation in your ears
theyâre both dirty talk kings
by the time Logan slips his cock through your folds, your legs are already shaking
youâre moaning so damn loud that Wade has to shove his cock in your mouth to keep the people at the party from hearing
the two of them can go for hours thanks to their regeneration and if you think youâre getting out anytime before thatâŠ
once youâre nice and fucked out in Loganâs arms, Wadeâs sliding his cock inside of you and then theyâre both fucking you
they get SO caught up in the moment trying to one up each other tooâthe only thing they can agree upon is that youâre theirs
when the night is over, youâll be stuffed to the brim with cum and half-conscious, fucked out on the bed
theyâll clean you up nice and good though
Wade is the best ever at aftercare, heâll always have water and a warm cloth for you (or in this case, a tshirt he stole from the closet)
meanwhile Logan will massage your aching muscles and shaking limbs, kissing your feverish skin
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if you enjoy content like this, interactions go a long way! i appreciate every like, comment & reblog i receive ^^
#deadpool#Wolverine#deadpool and Wolverine#Deadpool x reader#deadpool x you#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#Wade Wilson x reader#wade Wilson x you#Wade Wilson#logan Howlett x reader#logan Howlett x you#logan Howlett#deadpool Headcanons#Wolverine Headcanons#Wolverine smut#deadpool smut#logan Howlett Headcanons#Wade Wilson Headcanons
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 michelin star
pairing: bangchan x f!reader
genre: one-shot, idol au, smut
word count: 7,2K
warnings: oral (f. receiving) â cunnilingus â face sitting! â almost getting caught â not established!relationship â thigh!kink (chan is huuungry in this fic)
summary: heâs been ignoring you, only leaving you to wonder what exactly you have done to make him so quiet and one night you just have enough of it as much as he had enough of trying to keep himself away from you
authorâs note: so happy for everyone that saw skz in milan and london! (not jealous at all)
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You have noticed it first at the practice room last week. How jumpy he was. Overly sweaty from only warming up before the practice, stretching his arms over his head with a long sigh. You watched him from one of the couches in the room â how he kept wiping the palms of hands over his sweatpants, scrunching the material between his fingers. How he kept running a hand through his messy curls, before putting his baseball hat back on, only to mess up his hair again. His tongue licked at his bottom lip, little chapped, tasting his own sweat that kept running down his forehead, but he didnât looked thirsty â at least for water.
And you definitely werenât the only one to notice his unusual behavior. Minho kept a careful eye on him, not saying anything, but as he would catch your eye, you could see the small concern in them. As time passed by that day, you stopped scrolling through your phone as every time you would look down, you heard the guys sighing what sounded like in defeat. You put your phone down, just catching as Chan stumbled over his own foot and it seemed like by the reaction of the other guys, this was the thing they were so annoyed about. They donât usually get like this, getting annoyed about someoneâs mistakes and as you look up it wasnât even that.
Everyone looked at Chan in confusion, asking him if everything was okay. Him, like the good leader he was, brushed them off, saying he was just maybe getting rusty and then saying he again didnât sleep that well. Everyone seemed to believe him, but something wasnât just adding up. For just a small glimpse of his eyes on your figure told you that somewhat it wasnât truly it. But you didnât know that all of this was because of you.
The second time that this weird behavior of his appeared was in the middle of recording. You came in, carrying drinks for everyone and as weirdly as it sounded, you could just feel him staring into the back of your head when you gave Seungmin his drink. You huffed under your breath from the way his glare made you feel so small, smoothing down your skirt, before walking up to him and Changbin who sat next to him.
You smiled at the other who at least not like his friend mirrored your expression as you put his drink down. From the spot you were standing you leaned over the back of Changbinâs chair, arm stretched out with his drink, but it was like your hand had frozen over it at that moment. Chan with his thumb between his lips, bit at his nail as he burned holes into your exposed legs. You caught a glimpse of how his eyes became darker in the few seconds. He looked up, brown eyes falling on your waist where your soft tummy was slightly spilling over your skirt, from the corner of his eye catching the way your hand slightly began to shook, before finally glancing at you through his lashes. You have never seen him look like that, he almost looked like he was angry with you, but before you could even question your own thoughts, he took his drink from your slightly shaking hand, giving you a small âthanksâ, his attention again everywhere, but you.
Soon the thought of him being angry with you became the only relevant thing to you. He didnât talk to you for whatever reason. You two got along well, always so open with each other, but suddenly you felt like you were strangers again. He didnât acknowledge your presence whatsoever and that hurt you. For the past few days your mind was occupied with him only, also wondering what possibly you couldâve done so wrong to make him act this way.
You thought back at the night you spend over at the dorms. Maybe you did something that day? However you canât think of anything. Maybe it was the thing of you trying to get the guys to stay that day at home, as it was so hot outside, plans of going out to the park completely forgotten by then. They agreed with you, happily, laying on the cold ground in light clothes, fan on maximum, all of you completely basking in the cold air. No, that wasnât it. He also agreed with your idea. He was laying down under the couch while you took every inch of it for yourself. The guys hated the idea of their skin sticking into the material, so they let you have it, like the gentlemen they are.
NoâŠyou really have no idea, why he is like this and that made you even more mad.
You couldnât take it anymore. The constant guilt and sadness rising in your chest. Every time he looked away from you made you sick. Maybe, it is because you have been hanging around a lot more lately as it was the beginning of summer. Maybe, he is just bothered by your nonstop presenceâŠThe past few days the others kept their eyes on both of you, shocking you by keeping their mouths shut. Suddenly they didnât have anything to say. You and Chan are great friends and seeing you two ignoring each other like that â well, it was only one sided anyway, made them realize that they probably shouldnât mess with whatever this thing between you two is.
You also did exactly that. You waited for him to say something, do anything, but he didnât. You stayed quiet, but it was slowly killing you. He was starting to drive you crazy from his constant short glances, not being able, for whatever reason, to fully look at you. So, you decided to finally make him.
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Your hand formed into a fist, for a second raised in the air, before finally knocking on the door. You bite at your lip, chewing it, tasting your strawberry chapstick on your tongue. The breath you took was already stuck in your throat, choking you as the door flings immediately open. You somewhere in your mind hoped he would greet you, but you are more thankful for the vibrant smile sent your way from the freckled boy, standing in front of you.
âHey, Y/N.â Felix greets you, tugging you quickly into a small hug, making you stumble from his strong pull.
You sigh shortly into his shoulder. âHi, Lixie.â You pull away from him, exchanging a small knowing look with each other, before he lead you inside the dorm.
You told the freckled blonde everything. From the way you felt absolutely clueless of what to do, to the way this whole situation made you feel. You realized through your words that needed so badly to be spoken, how much time you were actually spending with him before this whole situation. It was such a normal thing to be at each otherâs sides that you have never noticed that maybe it was too much for him. Chan is kind. He never said anything hurtful ever to you, but maybe he should. Felix listened to your every word, weighting them, looking carefully over your expressive face. That also, even when you were laying your heart out, was kind of a little suspicious. He did listened always, yes, but something is telling you that he just knew something you donâtâŠ
You didnât question him as he for the matter decided for you to come the next day to their dorm where everyone would be present. No way for him to avoid you at that matter as you all will spend your time watching something in the living room. However as you walk through the hallway to glance into said room, everyone turn their headsâŠeveryone expect him â because he wasnât even there.
Everyoneâs greetings died hallway as they notice your expression. âWhereâs Chan?â You wondered out loud, fidgeting slightly under their gazes as they all briefly share a look.
âHeâs in his bedroom.â
You sigh, so quietly that it wasnât even heard over the television. A hand falls on to your shoulder next, making you look up at the blonde who frowns at your own expression. âIâll go get him.â
âNo.â You say, rather firmly as the sadness and disappointment slowly melts into anger, pulling away from Felix who just blinks at your answer. âIâll go.â He simply nods, seeing that there is no way for either of them to tell you otherwise, silently watching you make your way to Chanâs bedroom. You held your head high, looking confident in your steps, determined to finally hold your ground, but as soon as you turn the corner your back meets the hallway wall with a big shaky sigh.
You play with the fabric of your skirt, pulling and tugging so roughly that you hear the fabric tearing from your movements. Your eyes glare holes into the closed door to his bedroom at the end of the hallway, the only source of light being the soft hue of his blue led lights coming from the bottom of the door. You know that you shouldnât bother him when he is in his room, probably working on another song or something, but the rule was no working when there is a movie night. Also, most importantly, you are really starting to feel the adrenaline rushing in. How he can just ignore you like that? Donât you at least deserve an explanation?
Soon enough, you are standing right before the door. Hand almost shaking as you knock on it few times. You donât even know why you are suddenly so nervous. You hope that the reason why he become so distant isnât something too complicated. A grunt comes out from behind the closed door and you donât even say anything that it is you, maybe because you just know he would again just avoid you.
You came into the room, closing the door behind you and silently playing for a moment with the lock as your eyes fall on to Chan. He sat at his table, headphones on, back turned to you, but after a moment of just not hearing anything, he finally looks at you. Immediately his eyes seem to flicker with that emotion again as he glanced you over.
âHeyâŠâ He trails off, quietly, almost like he mumbled it to himself mostly.
âHey.â You say back, swallowing the lump in your throat, watching as he again turns away from you. Even from your position at the door, holding the handle, like you would just walk out at any moment, you could feel how tense his shoulders were. You thought that you were stubborn, hardheaded, but you for sure were proved otherwise by the man before you. It anger you even more, the silent treatment he put you in is slowly drowning you. âAre you coming? The guys already started the movie without us.â You continued, hands falling to your sides to fumble with the hem of your skirt again.
You watch him nod at your statement, almost like shrugging you off, the frown on your face deepening at that. âYeah, sure just give me a moment Iâll be there.â Chan, says, nonchalantly, his attention on the screen of his open laptop.
The pout on your lips slowly turns into sneer as you just stood there for a moment looking at him. Canât he just say something already? Like at least acknowledge your presence, not making you feel like air. âWhat did I do?â You say, arms crossing over your chest.
He humms then, just that. The fact that he still kept ignoring you, makes you stump over to him with heavy sigh, pulling one side of his headphones from his ear, your rough movements, making him yelp. His hand flies to the top of his ear that is slowly turning red, frowning at the small sting. He looks up at you with big eyes, lips parted. At least now he is finally looking at you.
âWhat did I do?â You question him again, arms still hugging your chest, like forming some sort of shield around yourself.
His eyes widened for a split second. He knows what you are talking about. ââŠ..what?â Comes out from his lips, eyes almost burning holes on your face, unblinking.
You at his stare and weird behavior become for a second embarrassed by your sudden outburst, seeing him so collected and calm. But you were sure you werenât imagining things, something seriously was wrong. With him or with you? You still donât know. You have the right to be upset as he even now, keeps avoiding you in some way, it is like he was looking through you, eyes completely unfocused, but hard.
You sigh through your nose, your hard face softening as you again feel the guilt creeping up to you. âIt seems like I did something.â
âNo, you didnât do anything.â He almost said robotically, fast, like he was scared he would suddenly say something completely different, but that is exactly what you want. He is still holding back.
Your face falls at his words. âDo you think I didnât notice you ignoring me?â He at that, looks away from you, eyes flickering down to stare at your exposed legs. He stayed silent at your words, watching his knuckles turn white from how much he is gripping the armrests. âChan, just tell me what I did, because I honestly have no ideaâŠâ
Sighing, you canât fight the frown forming on your face. You watch him close his eyes, mirroring your sigh, but that is the only thing he did. You have never realize that your presence bothered him so much. Are you really that annoying? Maybe if you didnât always require his company almost everywhere you go, this whole situation wouldnât even happened. His awful silence gave away so much, the pull at his eyebrows and rigid breathing. You already said enough, you think and he in return didnât, so you just got the feeling that he doesnât want you here anymore.
You fight back tears of anger mostly, twirling around to maybe lock yourself in the bathroom for a while to calm down, but you werenât even able to take a step further as you suddenly hear his mumble.
âYouâre so stupidâŠâ
Your head immediately whips around, startling him by the anger radiating from you. âExcuse me?â You almost spit out, emotions on the edge. You canât believe that he just said that to you, ready to throw some insults back, but his frantic movements stop you.
His eyes snap wide open, twirling in his chair to face you, throwing his arms in the air. âNo! Not you, itâs meâŠâ He at that places his hands over his face, his next words being muffled. âOh, fuck, Iâm not mad at you or anything. Can we just forget it?â
You want to laugh in disbelief at his words. You for these past few days felt horrible and now he just expects you to forget it? You are seeing red, but you still try to keep your voice down, aware of the other people still present. âNo?â You say incredulously, chest rising wildly. âYouâve been so weird, I want to know whyâŠâ I deserve it, you wanted to say. His face falls, fingers pressing into his eyelids as a broken noise falls from his mouth. He looked troubled and you are becoming even more concern about what this is truly about. You are scared, thinking the most horrible things imaginable.
âI canâtââ Chan says firstly to himself, before pulling his hands away from his face to look at you. âI canât tell you.â
âWhy?â You almost whisper, eyes trailing over his reddish eyes and you hope those arenât tears reflecting in them.
âYou will hate me.â
That was his simple answer. Even now you do not hate him. How could you possibly? There isnât truly a situation in mind that could make you hate him. It was such strong emotion and feeling it towards him, would make you hate yourself mostly. You were angry with him. The way he keeps ignoring, makes you feel so unwanted, but seeing him like this makes all the anger melt away as there was only concern left behind. You shake your head at his words, again finding it difficult to be truly be angry with him as he looked as broken as you felt inside. âTrust me, nothing could propably make me angrierâŠâ You say, wholeheartedly, trying to ease this invisible tension between you two.
Chan look at you with a look that told you; we will see. He again glanced away from you, playing with the rings on his fingers, before sighing in defeat. ââŠ.you remember the time you spend the night when there was that killing heat?â
âYeah?â You said, shrugging and coming closer to him. You do remembered it and you are becoming really curious about what he will say next as you also thought about that day as the solution to this problem.
As you took a step closer to him, towering over him as he still sat in his chair, his head snaps away from you again. The rough moment made him twirl away from you slightly, watching him bite his lip. âFuckâŠI canât even look at youââ
Now you do laugh in disbelief, hands flying in the air before they slap against your thighs. âWhy not?â He doesnât answer again and from your own outburst you donât even see the way he scrunches up the material of his shorts. âGod dammit, Christopherââ
He briefly stills at the sound of his name, before a gasp rings in the air. It came from him as he felt your hand at the back of the headrest, your pretty nails briefly scratching his skull. A shiver runs down his spine, eyes wide when you turn him around to face you. He immediately panics at that, his hands that were digging into the armrests flying to push you away, but they only hover as his eyes again fall on to your legs. âPlease just stay thereâŠâ He watches your face crunch up in hurt, but he simply couldnât catch his breath by the way your body is so close to his. âStay there!â
Your own eyes widened, stilling in your spot a few inches away from him. The thing that makes you snap out from your thoughts is the way his chest kept rising up and down, you are getting a little scared that he in any moment would just smother. Your head tilts down, the hands on either side of his head, falling back to your sides. As they touched the skin of your legs, he almost jumps as your hand grazes over his, still stretched out one. âChan?â You call out him, watching his frozen body slowly melt at the sound of his name falling from your lips.
He keeps his eyes dead set on your legs, arms still in air, you almost want to laugh at his silly position. âSo you remember that night, right?â He asked, voice serious.
You wonder again what exactly happened that made him like this. âYeahâŠâ The way you knew that this day is somehow relevant, but still not knowing fully what you did, makes you take in a shaky breath.
âGodâŠI canât get it out of my headââ You watch his hands form into fists, cheeks on fire slightly from the way he basically growls. âYour â you were wearing those goddamn shorts, if you can even call them that and I fucking tried to look awayâŠbut it only became worst when you started to only wear these skirts..and, and â fuck, Iâm so sorry, I c-canât â this is so wrong.â
Your mouth is left open, the more he talked the more he looked at you and for the first time you wish he didnât, because he was looking at you in such way that it made you subconsciously rub your thighs together. He however did noticed, his last words coming out choked at the way the meat of your thighs rubbed together. Chan is ready to just stand up and leave, not being able to control himself anymore.
You immediately stop him, hands flying to his shoulders, pressing him back down. âHey!â You raise your voice at him, but both of you can hear the way you also choke over such a simple word. âI donât understandâŠâ You kind of did, but you need to hear more, because you canât take any more subtle words, though those words that left him so far, made you almost fall on to your knees.
His eyes glossed over and not from what you think. Chan doesnât know what exactly happened that day. He thought, knew, you were attractive, but he never had such vile thoughts running through his mind about you. Maybe it was the way, you looked that day on the couch. Skin glistening, the sweat making your perfume smell so intoxicating. Your hair was sticking to your skin, frown on your features, chewing your bottom lip. It also didnât help him keep his sanity â the way your legs looked from his view. He didnât know why he chose that position. He didnât know at that moment if he should feel blessed or just be completely begging for mercy to get the image of your yummy thighs from his head. The way you layed there, completely exhausted, not even seeing the way your shorts rolled right up to your hips â this is it.
Your legs, your fucking thighs were the thing that made him go so distant. He for a while kept it this to himself, because how could he talk about such thing with anyone? He felt dirty every time he thought back at the way your thighs looked. He wanted to just fucking bite them every time you would walk pass him, because like if you knew, you started to wear dresses and skirtsâŠAfter few days when everyone seem to notice his change of behavior, he told Felix. To his shock, he only laughed, saying that it was so silly of him to be like that just because of your thighs. But they werenât any thighsâŠthey were yours and also Felix told him that day how he wasnât the only one thinking about you like that. He couldnât fight the jealousy rising in his chest as he listened to the words his band members kept saying about you, but who could he judge. He probably was the worst out of all of them.
âI started to ignore you, not because of something you did, but it was because of meâŠI always feel like such a pervert looking at you, but I canât help itâŠthey look so fucking good â I donât want to ruin anything between usâŠâ
You do feel weight being drop off from your shoulders as well as also the rumbling in your lower tummy. He looked so on the edge right now that you kind of found something amusing about it. He thought that maybe you would be absolutely mad, freaked out about his weird behavior, but it made the most pleasant feeling warm up your insides. âSo, you were just ignoring, because you are horny?â Your voice held a teasing tone, swaying on your feet, feeling giddy inside.
His eyes widened at that. âNo! WellâŠdonât say it like thatâŠâ Chan trails off, feeling his ears get red, face flaming hot. His eyes travel back to you as you suddenly take a step closer to him, knees almost touching.
He looked like a deer caught in headlights from the way your droopy eyes gaze down at him, bottom lip caught between your teeth. He just knows you are not even doing it on purpose. âWhat exactly made you so hot all over?â You wonder out loud.
The question makes him swallow nervously, realizing that the tension in the room is slowly forming into something completely different from the way you firstly step inside his room. He immediately flicker his eyes down, already giving you the answer. ââŠyour thighsâŠI like your thighsâŠâ
You tstked, basking in the way he started to become so shy and bashful. âThatâs it? Tell me what else Chris.â
He again almost jumps out of his seat, but it only makes him touch his knees with your lower thighs, shocking him all over. âThatâs it, I swear! I really only thought about your thighs andâŠâ Chan curse himself for continuing after that as he saw you raise an eyebrow in question. Do you even know the effect you have on him? He probably looks pretty pathetic right now, but he really doesnât seem to care as you tilt your head down at him, fanning your pretty eyelashes. âAnd how they would look spilling over my fingersâŠâ
You suck in breath, fingers brushing over his as you stumble over thin air. His gaze turns dark at the way you almost cower. You can feel your own cheeks heating up, suddenly becoming shy under his gaze. It is the same look as the one he gave you back in the studio, now you know what it means. You could feel how his gaze changed the whole vibe of the room and you are now the one becoming bashful. âThatâs it?â You mumble, bottom lip pouting from the way you donât even have the confidence to fully speak.
âNoâŠthereâs so much more.â He licks his lips, catching how your eyes follow the movement of his tongue. âBut it would be better if I show you instead?â
âChanâŠâ You say his name, breathless.
He sighs heavily, eyes going everywhere, all over you. âJust say yes or no, because i think Iâll go fucking crazy otherwise.â
You shiver at his voice, the deepness vibrating your whole body. âYes!â You almost shout and before you could even finish answering, he pulls you by your waist to his body.
His pretty fingers dig into the dip of your waist, letting you see that you could still pull away, but you only pull yourself closer to him. You let yourself fall into his lap, bottom half resting on his legs. Before you could even do anything else, he held you there, a little away from his chest so he could still look into your eyes. How did you never notice the hunger he held for you? It was completely written in his eyes, looking at you like you hung the moon. âCan I kiss you?â He says, chest bumping subtly with yours from his heavy breathing. You again want to laugh at such question, pulling the back of his head to yours closer instead. Your lips touch with gentleness for a few seconds, his lips so pillowy you canât wait for him to kiss every inch of your body. As you pull away from each other, you give each other a long look, before one of his hands on your waist comes to weave in your hair, tugging at the root.
You gasp at the sudden roughness, letting him push his lips to your pulse, it jumping under his touch. You already probably look like a total wreck and it didnât help the fact that just by a small tilt of your hips you could feel his hard-on. He sighs with you, kissing, licking at your neck, sending shivers all over your body. When he feels your sudden shift of your hips, something comes over him. The way his friends talked about you, made his grip tighten around your hair, pulling out a whimper from you.
He doesnât ignore that noise, making the feeling even better with his kisses on the left side of your neck. You moan when you feel him sucking at your skin, melting into his touch even more. He start to nip at you, soaking you up in his spit from how wild he is making out with your neck. You canât even breathe from the way he presses himself into you, making your own hand tighten around his head, him letting out a brutal groan that came from the back of his throat.
It makes him stop for a moment and you took the opportunity to pull him to your mouth. His lips felt puffy, so delicious, making you delirious from his taste alone. His tongue clashed over yours, letting your mouth open for him to just fuck you with it, as he is completely messy with it. You donât even care about your mixed spit falling onto your shirt, but you do react when he pulls away from you urgently.
âSit on my face.â
âWhatââ You canât even answer as he slaps his hands on your thighs, massaging roughly the fat between his fingers. âChan I donât knowâŠI have never done it â I donât want to hurt you.â You say, also breathless, freezing when the tip of his fingers almost touched your clothed core.
âI donât care, fucking choke me with these thighs to dead, I really donât fucking careââ
âOkay!â You answer, head snapping back to the door to his bedroom, suddenly remembering that you are in fact not the only people in the dorm right now. Your small concern melts away when youâre suddenly hoist up.
You yelp, gasp rather loudly, your hand flying to grasp his shoulders as he grip the underside of your thighs. You are shocked about how easily he just lift you up, not missing the cheeky grin on his face. You melt momentarily at the sight of his strong arms bulging, veins so prominent, you could probably spend the whole night just biting at them. He also canât help himself getting even more hard and impatient at the thought of finally having you.
He turns around swiftly, not even giving you a warning as he throws you on his bed. You again let out a startled sound, body completely emerging into the soft mattress, bed springs screeching wildly when he falls on top of you. Your small complaint is silenced by his lips on your own, biting immediately at your bottom lip. You are already having a hard time controlling your own desires, hips jumping up and when they just softly touch his, you moan into him.
He breathes you in, heavy breaths mixing with yours, lowering himself to fully graze his cock over your cunt. The sounds you are making are really getting into his head, pushing into you just right, precum ruining his shorts. âFuckââ You whimper, pulling at the bottom of his shirt, nails scratching at his lower stomach. His mind was basically all over the place, but when you wrap your godforsaken legs around him, sqeeezing his hips, he sits up. You jump a little from how quick the movement is, ready to question him if you did something wrong, but you are only left confused when he falls backwards into his pillow. How can someone look this good from that angleâŠ
âCome here-â You are already climbing up his body by then, sitting down on his lap like before, but from this position you could feel even more. You canât help, but press yourself harder on his clothed cock. You drool at the feeling, eyes closing to fully savour the feeling.
He sucks in breath from your smooth movements, letting you hump your pretty little clit over him as he again gets lost in your body. Chan hopes you know how good you are looking right now. Face scrunch up, hair messy from his fingers, hands pulling at his shirt like it is the only hold of sanity you have left. He bit his bottom lip, hands again traveling up your legs, peeking from your soft pink skirt and as he lifts it up a little by accidentâŠhe comes across your same colored silk panties. He will fucking cum in his pants if he doesnât have you on his face right now.
You are pulled from your blissful state as Chan pulls you closer to him, lifting you up slightly with his strength. Your eyes open, looking into his, again glistening under your hungry gaze. âPlease, sit on my face.â
You gasp softly again, but you canât stop the desire spreading across your face. âAre you sure?â Your hand caressed his features, thumb going over the bridge of his nose, making his eyes close for a second. He for an answer pulls you again closer, making you sit up. âWait â let me just-â You make a move to get up from him, but he immediately grabs you tightly in his grasp.
You wanted to maybe pull down your skirt for him to get a better access to your leaking cunt, but he possibly couldnât miss the opportunity of having you like this. Still in that pretty skirt and matching panties, like you almost knew this was going to happened. The thought of you just wearing the same thing after, juices and his spit coating your thighs, silently hoping that the guys would be able to smell him on you, made his cock jump in his shorts. âKeep it on, allâŠâ He says, voice deep, almost not being able to hear him from the way he is already so drunk on you.
You shiver then, shuffling finally up his body, stopping at his chest, chin just grazing the inside of your thigh. âJust stop me if you canât breathe.â He could smell your scent from here, no way he will miss the opportunity of being choked to death by your weight on his nose. He actually also never done it before, he only got the idea when you came into the picture and he canât thought of anyone else doing it to him.
Your fingers touch briefly his as you lift up your skirt to your waist, waiting for him to shuffle down. You gasp at the sight of his face so close to your pussy, as he only groans in response from the way he could see the wet patch on your underwear growing. His hands play with the meat of your thighs, the softness, making him turn his head to suck at the skin. You moan quietly, still aware that you two are not alone, but you just canât help yourself from moaning again as he sucks on the inside of your thigh. You could already see the purple blotches forming, not even mad when he does the same with the other. It tickled slightly, a giggle falling from your lips, hand immediately going to your mouth to silent your laugh.
However he only melts at that sound, a grin becoming prominent on his lips and you could feel it against your skin. You are just so cute and adorable, but he had to shock you by lowering you finally to his lips. No sound though leaves you, only mouth hanging open when his tongue licks a long stripe up your clothed pussy. You curse, legs trembling slightly from the way he just started to make out with your center.
You could feel his saliva smearing all over you or maybe it was your juices? Chan is already going dizzy from your tanginess, cursing himself for not talking to you sooner. He for second pulls away from you, licking at his lips, not missing anything you are giving him. A sigh leaves him when his eyes trail over the visible outline of your pussy.
âPlease-â You whimper, hips rolling slightly in the air and he almost came right there from that. The idea of you riding his face is the only thing he can think of right now, so he just pushes your ruined panties to the side, showing his mouth into your soaking cunt.
You yelp again, hand shooting to grip at his hair but it only makes you fall forward, basically squishing your whole bottom half into him. You immediately try to sit up, but he only pulls you further down. His tongue is everywhere. You are absolutely wrecked, teeth biting at your tongue to silence yourself, because how good is he?
You have never been eaten out like this before. The angle made his nose graze your clit just right and you donât even have the strength to pull yourself up, concern about him breathing flying out the window. However Chan really doesnât seem to care, happy you are the only thing he is breathing in. The way you just try to move away from the intense feeling, made his own hips jump. The grip he has on your legs, will propably make bruises later, but it actually made the feeling even better.
You think you are almost crying from the pleasure, drooling when his tongue breaches you and he shivers at your raw taste â delicious like a Michelin star meal. Your back arches at that, pushing yourself even harder against him. The shift makes him moan into you, pulling himself away from you for a moment, but you could still feel him working you up. âRide my face-â You gasp and whimper when his hand gives your right cheek a nasty slap, making you jump, clit hitting the bridge of his nose. âYeah, babyâŠjust like that â good girl.â
He isnât holding you up anymore, just laying there as you shift nervously. The cuteness like you are, you are still slightly shy with your movements. It is honestly endearing, but right now he just wants you to suffocate him. He basically shoves you down on his face, one hand playing with your asscheek and the other gripping at your leg.
You feel sweat dripping down your forehead, whimpering. Chan helps you with your movements, before you finally start riding his face on your own, just like he wanted. He only groans into you, the sound vibrating around your clit, his lips wrapping around it. When he suck at it, pulling your inner labia into his mouth, you almost cum right there. Your hand comes down to caress his soft curls, completely opposite from your wild movements. You look down, eyes glossy, but not missing the hungry look he gives you in return.
You could already feel your lower belly rumbling in the very familiar feeling, completely lost in the moment. His pretty nose, which you always complimented, rubs against you in the most delicious way. Your mind is fuzzy, mouth hanging open when you start to feel the ecstasy, but then a loud unexpected noice startles you, making you jump.
âAre you guys okay in there?â
Your eyes fly wide open, falling on to equally frightened Chan. Your breathing is heavy, quietly trying to catch your breath with him, before he slightly lifts you up to answer Han. âAll good!â He answers, voice raspy.
You look at him in confusion when he suddenly grabs you by your waist, giving you a small peak at his drenched face. You donât even have time to apologize for the mess you did, head still fuzzy from your ruined orgasm, when he flings you up in the air and making you fall onto your back.
Your surprise gasp is unheard by his overly loud voice, like he just knew you would do that. âWeâll be right there-â You donât miss the cheeky grin on his lips, watching him kiss your pubic bone, before wrapping your legs around his head. âJust have to finish somethingâŠâ He mumbles and at that he flattens his tongue, pressing it right at your puffy clit. Your hand quickly flies to your lips, crying out into your skin when he wildly moves his head side to side, almost missing Hanâs answer.
âOkay! Just donât eat each other.â
Oh, for sureâŠ
You donât even care that he could probably still hear your loud cry of pleasure as Chan basically devours you. Your legs start to tremble, back arching, a hand holding your bottom half down. You are losing your mind about how good he is, fingers tugging at his hair as he only suck harder. âIâm gonna cum â fuuuuckâ He at your words, pulls his mouth lower, again shoving his tongue into your cunt.
âCum babygirl, I want it.â Chan growls, head tilting up so your clit hits his nose again. Even if the position is starting to hurt, he will never complain about that pain ever, because the image of your eyes rolling into the back of your head, was definitely worth it.
Your whole body trembles, legs pressing his head even closer to you as the rope snaps. You donât even hear yourself anymore, letting your lips open wide, moaning wildly in pleasure. You could feel yourself leaking all over his face. The high doesnât even stop, because he doesnât stop. You feel tear run down your face, sitting up, gasping as his only quickened is movements.
You almost want to scream at the burning feeling, hole fluttering around his tongue. âPlease stop â Iâm gonna cum again!â He only looks up at you, so innocently you canât stop your hips tilting up to his face. As the second peak starts to approach your hand, falls to his, squeezing it, nails scratching his skin as the immense pleasure hits you again, now even more intense as you didnât even have time to clam your body from the first. You see completely white, ears ringing as you fall back down in exhaustion, just letting him lick your cream all up, whole body shaking. Your heart beats wildly inside your chest, body slumping tiredly into the sheets. You donât even feel him pulling away from your red, puffy pussy, neither him falling next to you.
When you feel a hand touching your cheek softly, moving away the wet strands of hair from your face, your eye peaks open slightly. You sighs in bliss, a drunk smile stretching across your lips at the look he gives you. âYou, okay?â What kind of question is even that? You feel like you had out of body experience, still feeling the lingering burning sensation.
âYeah.â You say, voice little, maybe from your screaming. You really donât even care anymore about the guys hearing you as Chan gives you the most loving, soft kiss. You taste yourself on his lips, looking up at him, eyes tracing over the wetness coating his face. You are sure that every time you will look at him from now on, you will see him under you eating your cunt like thereâs no tomorrow. Definitely one of the best memories you have of him.
You grin again, pulling yourself up, only slumping right back with a huff. Chan laughs at you, cooing, pulling you against him instead. You could feel how his own heart is jumping as your head hits his chest and you canât help smiling further. âYou know, youâre not the only one kind of obsessed.â You say, at his silence looking up at him.
He humms in question, brows furrowed, ignoring the sudden loud noises, like cheering, coming from the living room as you are the only thing he will ever put his attention into from now on.
âYou have really nice ass.â
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DAD AND DOLLARS -p.js-
pairingâ dad!jay x money struggling fem!reader
synopsis: The hot rich dad next door needs a babysitter? Sign you up.
genre: smut minors do not interact, dilf au, slight age gap (jay is in mid 20s while reader is in early 20s), p with plot, p with feelings
wc: 12.9k
-all warnings below cut-
warnings: slight jealously, profanity, kissing, alcohol consumption
smut warnings: unprotected sex (just donât that), p in v, praising, dirty talk, oral (fem rec.), fingering, squirting, breeding kink, creampies, usage of nicknames (doll, good girl, sir)
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You looked dead center at your laptop to see the ridiculous total number summed up. Over thousands of dollars of student debt is yet to be paid off and youâre not even halfway done.
You closed your computer shut because if it was out of sight it was out of mind, at least for the time being. You sighed, rubbing your temple hoping to soothe the ache forming but the sudden loud beeping of a truck backing up disrupted your train of thought.
The annoying blaring sound only worsened your headache that it felt like it was going to explode any second. Your eye twitched, you were already running on 2 hours of sleep, you hoped to at least get some sleep in before working until late in the night.
Standing up from your table, you walked over to the small window that allowed just enough space to see outside but your eyes narrowed seeing someoneâs back quite literally blocking your view. You quietly mumbled under your breath before wacking open your door.
You currently were in no mood to deal with any solisticing today.
âLook-â You began but quickly stopped when you see the scene before you, a manâa hot man at that, not much older than you or at least you assumed carrying a little girl who resembles him
His hair perfectly combed back showing off his forehead and neatly done undercut with his sharp jawline that looks like it could quite literally cut you in half, a nose bridge all tall and mighty as he wore a simplistic nude pink button up that managed to make your knees weak.
Not a lot of people canât pull that color off but he sure as hell can.
What stood out to you the most was the jewelry that shone in the sunlight blinding you. Just from the mere pieces of jewelry alone, you could practically feel the success flowing through and out of him.
The jewelry the little girl wore outcompeted each and every single one you could ever own. And yet, that wasnât enough to make you peel your eyes away. You hadnât realized how long youâve been staring until the said little girl pointed it out.
Embarrassed, you finally looked away and the mysterious man cleared his throat. âAh, if you'll excuse my daughterâ
Wait what. Daughter?!
You held yourself back from dropping your jaw. Even though you were assuming he wasnât much older than you, he already has a daughter, a young one at that and youâre over here stressing over student debt. What stressful time you must be having.
âWeâve been up since this morning moving in, so she is a little antsy. Please do forgive us for disrupting youâ
Anyone would be if theyâve been up since morning to mo- Wait Moving in?
It mustâve shown on your face because the male in front of you lightly chuckled but it wasnât like the usual chuckles that you hear from other guys. It was rather deeper, more mellow and rumbled out of him and it twisted your insides out.
âWeâve just moved in next doorâ He adjusted his daughter into one arm hoisting her up with ease while his free hand extended a hand to shake with yours, âPleasure to meet you, Iâm Park Jongseongâ
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Another exhausting day, another terrible pay.
Youâre genuinely wondering how youâre going to manage to just make it by this upcoming month without falling into a hole and never coming out of it.
Your current job isnât nearly enough to cover all your expenses in the slightest but thereâs such a shortage of job opportunities that youâre stuck there until some miracle falls into your lap and presents you with all the answers to your prayers.
Rubbing your shoulders, you twist your head side to side to feel the crack of your neck relieving you from the tension in it but thatâs when you hear the deep faint voice thatâs been taunting your mind ever since youâve heard it.
Before you could even prepare yourself or more like jam your keys into the lock to rush in before getting caught you hear the small greeting for you, âHi miss!â You nervously gulp before turning around replacing your mumbled breath with a sweet smile towards the little girl holding her dadâs index finger with her small hand
âWell hi there!â You cheerily returned her greet with a fast wave, your eyes remained trained on her not daring to look up to her father hoping there would be no interaction between but the universe was not in your favor today
âComing back after a long day?â His voice filled your mind again and you held back a nervous smile not trusting yourself to speak only left you to nod at his words
Your eyes rose higher until you caught him and he gave a tight smile and you swore your heart mightâve exploded right then and there. It was something so simple yet it had your mind reeling.
You awkwardly touched your neck making it seem like it was sore when in reality you were making sure you still had a pulse.
âSay goodbye honey, sheâs had a long day at work. Iâm sure she needs some restâ Jay softly spoke to his daughter who looked up to your shaky eyes and raised her hand to wave goodbye to you
Your heart melted as you happily waved goodbye to her.
Too caught up in the moment, you seemed to have forgotten the very man you were successfully ignoring for those few seconds his daughter had your attention, âMake sure to rest wellâ
Before you could register the words, they were already walking past you in hushed whispers. Your mouth hung open trying to figure out a response that didnât embarrass you.
âThank you Jongseong. Same to youâ You opted to say through the few second turmoil and when he turned around hearing your voice, itâs corny to admit but it was like slow motion
Everything seemed to be forgotten about as you were solely focused on him. The earrings that hung from his ears, his folded up sleeves exposing his forearm and watch until you saw his beautiful smile. A warm genuine smile.
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âWoah- Hold on. You mean to tell me that good looking man I saw on my way here was your neighbor?!â Your friend shrieked once you broke the news to her
Supposed to be an important study session for your upcoming exam somehow turned into a 3 hour talking session, laptops and papers discarded.
You groan at your friend's words, hate having to be reminded that he was indeed your neighbor. So close yet so far from you.
âHe dresses so damn good, looks like he has a lot ofâ Your friend rubbed her fingers together with raised eyebrows making you roll your eyes, âPlus I saw him with his little sister, heâs such a good brotherâ
âThatâs his daughterâ You unconsciously said and you didnât realize until you took notice of the silence from your friend who stared at you like she had just seen a ghost
âYou mean to tell me that was his daughter with him..?â You nodded your head and your friend nearly fell off of her chair at the sudden revelation, âHoly shit⊠Youâre living next door to a dilf!â Your friend screech as she stumbled in her seat over to you
You jumped when she clasped your hands into hers, hopeful eyes staring directly into you with a certain mischievous gleam you knew far too well.
âSo when are you getting on that?â Your friend raised an eyebrow and you shot her a confused look
âGetting on what?â
Your friend had to take a minute or so to just look at you in amusement but not in a good way.
âYou mean to tell me you havenât even thought about getting together with him ever since you saw him?!â
You yanked your hands away before lightly pushing her away shaking your head. âHeâs either married or at least seeing someoneâ You said trying to make it believable for yourself more than for herâbut you always noticed the lack of band on his ring finger every time you saw him or any sign of anyone else living with him besides his daughter
âI didnât see any ring on his fingerâ Your friend shrugged her shoulders, tilting her head to the side
So he must be seeing someone. Because thereâs no way that he is single and roaming the streets just like that.
You quickly went to grab your discarded laptop to move on from the topic. This was enough talking for today about your undeniably hot neighbor who just so happened to be a dad.
Your friend suddenly slammed your laptop shut. âWhat are you doing?â You asked but saw her finger pointed directly towards you
âNo bigger question is what are you doingâ Emphasizing the you in her sentence
You stared at her dumbfounded, making her groan in annoyance.
âWhen was the last time you went on a date?â You opened your mouth to respond, âI mean an actual dateâ You closed your mouth right up
âExactly! Itâs been so long since youâve been treated, why not indulge in this nonsense just a littleâ She squished her thumb and index finger together showing basically no space in between them
âIn case you forgot, Iâm a broke student trying to get by till the end of this month. I donât have ti-â
âYeah yeah I know. You donât have time. You donât have the money. You donât have new or fancy clothesâ Your friend cited the same excuses youâve given to excuse yourself from anything thrown your way, âBut donât let it stop you this time. I have a good feeling about this oneâ She softly hummed with a soft smile hoping you take her words truthfully
âHeâs most definitely seeing someoneâ You softly muttered
âAnd if heâs not?â
The question made you think. Even if there was the slimmest chance that he was in fact single and was not seeing anyone, why would he look your way? You donât have much to offer.
âHeâs a dadâ You reminded but her soft smile dropped into something more menacing
âWell thatâs just the cherry on top, no?â
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âWhat would I do without you?â Your friend chimed, wrapping your sweater over her, it was well past midnight and you finally concluded your study session after all this time and you couldnât wait to fall asleep
âYouâd be walking yourself out in the freezing coldâ She chuckled at your response knowing it was the truth but she happily skipped ahead but stopped in her tracks raising and hand up to stop you
Before you could ask anything, she pulled your arm to where she is and thatâs where you see Jay. His little girl fast asleep in his arms, her puffy cheeks squishing against his broad shoulder as he carefully closed the door shut wanting to make as minimal noise as possible.
He locked the car and stuffed his keys into his trench coat and right when he turned he caught sight of you and your friend looking, he furrowed his eyebrows immediately noticing how you werenât wearing a sweater even though you were clearly cold from the shiver you let out.
Instantly you gave a quick smile to him not sure why he furrowed his eyebrows towards you but he kindly returned your smile with his own before walking past you and your friend still making sure his daughter was still fast asleep.
As he walked past you caught a whiff of his musk cologne and you wholeheartedly wanted to delve straight into it. It made your head woozy, it wasnât strong enough that it was overbearing but it was strong just enough that made sure his presence was embroidered into your mind even when he was long gone.
âOhâ You heard your friend murmur and you turned to look at her dazed expression staring at where he once stood at the side of his car, âYou actually got a double D living next doorâ
âDouble what?â Pure confusion written over your face and she rolled her eyes as if it was the most known thing in the whole wide world
âHello, a double D! A father who has money. Dad and dollars!â
Youâve just had a revelation.
âYou my friend have a hot and rich double D living next door to youâ
âYouâre unbearableâ You scoffed but you gasped when she lightly hit you
âThatâs youâ
âBut I am being so serious right now, you better get on that man before I doâ Before you could retaliate her sentence you heard faint shuffling coming towards your direction and to your surprise, you turned to see Jay coming back minus his daughter
âOhâ He stopped in his tracks seeing you and your friend, âYouâre still here?â It easily could be mistaken as a harsh slap to the face but his tone was soft and gentle that there was nothing to it besides true curiosity
You opened your mouth praying that something coherent would come out but your friend knew better than to trust you and let you figure it out on your own. Especially when he was right there.
âShe was just being such a kind friend and walking me outâ Your friend softly patted your back and you mentally cursed at how cold her hands were against your thin covered back
âWhat about you? Coming out again?â Your friend tilted her head and you had to hold yourself back from dragging her away
âHave to bring the grocery upâ Jay lightly waved the car keys before unlocking his car as the trunk slowly opened
âWe can help you!â Your friend suddenly chimed in and you felt all color drain from your face, you just werenât sure if it was from the cold finally getting to your numb face or how he stops walking and turns around
âYou want to help?â He raised an eyebrow and your friend eagerly nodded and threaded closer to him, when his eyes moved from her onto you wanting to see if you were coming along you remained frozen in place
All the time you were merely in his presence, your body shut down on you as you became just a hollow vessel. He expected a responseâany response from you but when he was received with nothing his lips formed a thin line and nodded his head.
âW-wait of course sheâs going to helpâ Your friend awkwardly chuckled before walking back over to you, âIt must be the cold getting to her. Silly her for not wearing a sweaterâ
You came back to your senses when your friend smacked your arm and you winced feeling how your spiky skin was far more sensitive to touch from how long youâve been out there.
Yet, you didnât have any chance to collect yourself as she dragged you with her in front of him as she gleamed with a smile. He blinked at the sudden appearance of you in front of him while you gulped harshly trying to keep your thoughts sane.
Even up close, your eyes looked over his face, never able to settle on a single feature until you landed on the slightly chapped lips but moved your eyes up to catch his eyes. Under dim lighting he looked phenomenal.
âAlright letâs get those groceriesâ Your friend peeped
You looked away from him down to the ground before softly nodding your head. You were going to help gather some bags but you stopped when you felt a weight place around your shoulder. You looked down to see the trench coat over your body.
Turning to face Jay, he gave a gentle nod. âYou need it way more than meâ His voice rumbled throughout your mind earning the gears to shift inside you by his voice and gesture alone
His eyes examined you in his coat before softly smiling to himself at his thoughts, âNext time make sure to bundle up before going out. You can catch a cold easilyâ
The cold that was once lived in your body faded away into pure warmth and it was all thanks to your neighbor living next door.
It hadnât taken long until all the groceries were brought into his place in one trip. Your friend huffed, shaking her head as if she had run a marathon.
You softly chuckled at her state and softly padded her back to help regulate her breathing again. Underestimating her energy after hours of studying finally caught up to her.
âWho⊠Goes grocery shopping at this time?â Your friend pants
âI guess thatâll be meâ Jay chuckles earning a curious look from you which he catches, âThereâs not enough time in the day that allows me to properly shop and get everything I need, especially when Iâm with my daughterâ
âSounds like you need a babysitter-â Your friend starts but abruptly stops, you looked over to her and saw the same mischievous look on her face and it sent unease to rest in your stomach
âA babysitter would be niceâ Jay lowly sighed but waved it off, grateful to spend time with his daughter despite his busy schedule, âI just havenât had the time to properly look into thatâ
âWell look no further because I know the perfect babysitter for youâ Your eyes widen and youâre suddenly pulled forward once again and stood in the middle of Jayâs place looking like an animal caught in headlights staring right at him
âW-wa-Whâ You tried to speak but nothing came out as you tried to adjust to what your friend just offered, who she just offered which was you
âYou?â Jay sucked his teeth as he looked at you noticing how his trench engulfed your body and unconsciously you straightened out your posture, âJust for uhm precautions⊠Why would you be a good babysitter?â
The sudden light hearted demeanor from him changed instantly and you couldnât blame him. Two random girlsâone of them your neighbor who you barely speak to, was just offered to take care of your daughter just like that. Youâd be surprised if he didnât do this even if itâs late at night and heâs still yet to put the groceries away.
âI-I wonât mind looking after your daughterâ You explained as best as you can as you felt Jayâs piercing gaze on you. Adjusting his jacket over you, your eyes flickered around, âI live right next door so Iâll never be far- Plus my schedule is pretty flexible even with schoolingâ
âAnd I mean itâll benefit you in the end right? Iâll do everything I have to do to properly take care of herâ
âI'd like to help you outâ You managed to give a smile the moment you made eye contact with him which you hoped didnât creep him out, âI mean- You know to make sure you donât get burned out so quickly and have time to focus on yourself! Trust me I know how it feels and itâs not funâ You awkwardly chuckled and you could hear your friend smacking her forehead behind you
His eyes never left yours and it felt like he was able to read every thought in your head. There was a moment of silence and you wanted to lay down in a hole and never show your face again. You nibbled on your lip as you watched Jayâs hard gaze on you.
He let out a sigh nodding his head, âAlright. When can you start?â
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Running around gathering your belongings into your bag still making sure to be as quiet as possible in order to not disturb the sleeping child in your bed.
You picked up a sudden dropped shift with the expectation of receiving a higher pay for the unexpected inconvenience. You could really care less for the ungodly hour youâll have to work, money is money and you desperately need it.
And right on time, you heard the faint knock at your door and you knew it was none other than Jay picking up his daughter.
This was only your first week babysitting her, the first time awkward but easy but after the 4th day it was better than the first timeâmuch better or at least you thought it was.
At your door, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before carefully opening it to reveal Jay on the other side of it. A striking simple black suit that pierced your heart like an arrow as he adjusted his watch.
He raised his head to the sound of the door opening and gave a gentle smile making warmth spread across your chest. The silly little infatuation is driving you mad.
âHi Jongseongâ You greeted him, moving to the side just enough to welcome him in, âShe was a little more tired today. Sheâs sleeping right now, just give me a second and Iâll go get herâ
Without even being able to say a word, he watched as you disappeared. Normally, his daughter would be full of energy ready to greet him at the door when it was time to be picked up.
Keeping his lips in a straight line, he looked around your place noticing it was simple but homey. It spoke loud of who you were as a person which heâs come to realize, he doesnât know much of.
He only knew the basic things about you but nothing in depth that could make him stand out in your life. He let out a deep sigh at the thought and rubbed his nape but stopped seeing you carefully carrying his daughter.
Her head rubbing against the juncture of your neck, her small arms wrapped around you and the fondness you looked at her with when she let out a small whine when you tried to hand her over to him.
Jay isnât one to think of anything when seeing someone more specifically a woman holding his daughter but something bloomed in his chest as he watched you whispering in her ear making his daughter pull her ahead away from you to him.
He opened his mouth with a smile and extended his arms which his daughter easily slipped into from yours to his. âHi sweetheartâ He gasped as she quickly knocked her head into his chest and curled into her fatherâs embrace
You handed over her sparkly pink school bag towards Jay which contrasted his attire but you think it suited him quite well and found it more cute.
âThank you so much for looking after herâ He softly said and just hearing his soft voice made your knees want to buckle but stuck with just waving it off as nothing
His eyes looked you up and down and took notice of your clothing. Rather than the comfy clothes you wore the first time he came to pick up his daughter, you wore more formal clothing this time a jacket wrapped around you with your bag hanging off your shoulder and phone in hand.
Your phone vibrated and you looked at it to silently curse under your breath which didnât go unnoticed by him. âIs everything okay?â He asked and you forgot that he was still there for a second
You replaced your frown with a quick smile, âYeah, I just have to head out soon for my shiftâ
Jayâs eyebrows knitted together, âA shift? This late?â
âWhatever can pay the billsâ You sadly chuckled and shrugged it off not noticing how Jay stared at you perplexed, he just got off his shift and here you were going to yours
âHow are you going to get there?â
âWalking but if Iâm lucky I can catch a busâ You explained but noticing time passing by you donât think the chances are high
Jay remained silent, contemplating something as you walked them out. His daughter stirred awake when you locked your front door. You quickly apologized and tried to soothe her back to sleep but she looked between you and your dad with sleepy eyes. âWhere are you going?â Her voiced slurred with sleepiness
âI have to go workâ You softly explained but she tried to reach out to you shaking her head
She mumbles something ineligible and you softly giggled before stroking her head leveling with her whispering a soft goodbye again. Jay watched all of this unfold between his daughter and you, the same bloom in his chest forming all over again.
âI can take you thereâ Jay spoke before being able to comprehend his own thought process,
Your hand dropped to fall to your side. His eyes widened as he stared at your shocked expression
What the hell is he saying? His mouth opened and closed trying to follow up his statement but nothing came out. But his daughter seemed to understand him better than he understands himself. âYes!â Her energy suddenly boosted up at the thought of being able to spend more time with you
Jay stared at his daughter, shocked at her quick interest, he looked over to you and saw the shake of your eyes before letting out a strained laugh. âI donât want it to be an inconvenienceâ You said
âRidiculousâ He chuckled not realizing how it made the harsh thump in your heart hard to ignore, âPleaseâ His voice softer than the first time
How could you say no to him? Well easy. You couldnât.
Jayâs car reflected his personality perfectly. Nice and sleek, the black shining leatherâReal leatherânot some fake leatherette to taint his car. His daughter and your happy chatter filling the car as he follows the GPS to your job.
One could easily mistake the dynamic. Easily. His foot slowed down on the brake pedal coming to a stop in front of the shops that illuminated in bright colors, 24 hours.
â24 hours?â He softly muttered not thinking youâd pick up on it but hearing your light sigh he moved from the sign to you who had a small smile
âLike I said. Whatever pays the billsâ You said, âThank you for the ride I really do appreciate itâ Your smile growing before turning your body in the seat to reach out your hand to the little girl in the back
âDonât give your dad a hard time mhm?â You hummed which caused her to pout her lips, trying to reach other to grab your hand to keep you longer but the restraints of her car seat kept her in place
You shot Jay a different smile. Something warm and tense before stepping out of the car, waving goodbye to them before heading into your job with slack shoulders.
How couldâve he have been so naive, selfish, just so stupid. Youâve been taking care of his daughter while heâs been at work. Picking her up, cleaning up after her, making sure to give the proper meals needed all whilst welcoming her into your place easily, allowing her to sleep in your bed even holding back from taking regular scheduled hours to look after her just to end up working ungodly hours just to get money.
Money that shouldâve been in your bank account from the first hour you looked after his daughter and yet, he hadnât paid you a single dime.
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At the same time you heard the knock of the door. âRight on timeâ You said while standing up and making your way over to the door which you expected her to follow suit
You opened the door just enough, âHi Jong-â But it slammed shut in front of his face
Your jaw dropped letting out a loud gasp to see his daughterâs hand on the door, a deep frown on her face before clinging onto your leg, shaking her head. âDonât want to see himâ She huffed
Knitting your eyebrows you crouched the door peeling her off your leg to hold her arms. âNow that wasnât very nice to do but why donât you want to see him?â You softly asked but you let out strained a yelp when she launched her arms around your neck
You wrapped an arm around her, hoisting her up. âIâm going to open the door okay?â The lack of response from her made your lip tug to the side before opening the door again
Jay rubbing his creased forehead stopped. You gave an apologetic confused smile but he gave a tired smile in return almost as if he expected it. âItâs time to go back homeâ You whispered into the little girlâs ear but she let out a whine, roughly shaking her head and only held onto you tighter
Confusion written over your face as you tried to peel her off her body into Jayâs but she wouldnât budge.
Letting out a deep sigh, he ran a hand through his neat hair. The locks slotted through each crack easily, messily ruining the sleek style into something far more loose.
Awkwardly shaking your head from that thought to look at Jay. âWhy donât you come in?â You motioned him inside just like how you always did
How you welcomed him so easily when he hadnât welcomed you like that showed the constraint he held himself up to. Sighing heavily as he walked in, you closed the door behind himârocking the girl in your arms who hadnât looked at her father once.
âMake yourself comfortable Jongseongâ
âI feel like weâll be here for a whileâ
And after hours of quite literal utter silence in your place, Jayâs daughter finally fell asleep in your arms.
âSheâs asleepâ You softly whispered to Jay who immediately perked up from the chair, sleepy eyes seeing his daughter happily laying against your body, a content smile on her face while in your embrace
âOh I didnât know you were sleeping-â
âNo, it's fine. Iâm sorry I fell asleepâ Jay tried rubbing his hands over his eyes to wake himself up
âStressful day?â You softly questioned, it was a little invasive but the lack of sleep infiltrated your regular thought process that you spewed anything that came to mind
Jay stayed silent for a moment, his hands moving away from his eyes to look over to your droopy ones. You still managed to have a smile plastered on your face, especially to him.
There werenât many times he could be vulnerable, not when he has to prioritize his daughter over everything, to make money which is never an issue for him just to make sure his daughter could have anything and everything she could ever want.
A need to fill the void that no material could ever fulfill.
âJust a littleâ He deeply sighed, his back sinking into the seat again, his arm resting against the armchair
You nipped at your lip, âWant to talk about it?â Each word smaller than the last not wanting to overstep a boundary with him but it was an invisible opportunity that heâs been wanting, waiting for so long
âThatâll be niceâ
As you laid Jayâs daughter into your bed, he stayed next to you the entire time. He knelt to the ground, placing a soft kiss on her forehead, mumbling something inaudible for you to hear before stroking his cheek with a saddening gaze.
He tugged at your sheets making sure she was fully covered before turning to face you. You looked at him with complete utter fondness and he stopped his movement. His gaze remained on you for a split second longer than he wanted trying to pull back his wandering thoughts from going deeper.
Clearing his throat, he knelt up from the ground which brought you out from the haze that you were. Your eyes widened as his eyes never left yours and you quickly turned a heel, âI-I have some wine, do you drink wine? Is wine good?â You rambled
Jay stared at your figure. He let out a deep sigh which soon grew into a small smile when you turned around to face him. The light behind illuminating your figure. âWine is perfectâ
Jay sat across from you, his usually strict attire now messed up. Three unbuttoned buttons from his shirt. Sleeves rolled all the way up to his elbow, his hair out of his slicked style to a messy middle part. Legs barely spread open, his lower body pushed forward as he twirled the wine left in his glass.
âSheâs upset with me todayâ Jay sipped drops of wine out of his glass before resting it onto his lap, âI mean I donât blame her. I promised that her mom and I would take her out butâŠâ He sighed heavily
The mention of the mother made you suddenly tense. The first time you ever heard anything about her, neither did Jay or his daughter ever speak of her in your presence.
You gulped harshly, shifting on the couch. The material under your body is clinging onto your skin somehow. Itâs a normal reaction right or maybe youâre overthinking. It must be the alcohol seeping into your system already even though you hadnât taken a sip yet.
âWe both got caught up in work so we had to reschedule but I had to be the bearer of bad news and when I had to break it to her, of course she was upsetâ
âIâm actually surprised she didnât complain to you about it. She made it very known that she was upset at me and her motherâ Jay sadly chuckled to himself, his eyes trained on the wine glass
âItâs not your faultâ He quickly looked to you surprised to see the disagreement of opinion, âI mean- Thereâs some things that we canât controlâ
âEspecially when you and your wife work-â
âSheâs not my wifeâ
Defying silence surrounds you and Jay. He was quick to rebuttal the assumption and it tingles something in your gut.
âMe and her mother co-parent. We were young and reckless and everything just happened before we even realized it and now we have our precious little girlâ Jay chuckled looking up from the wine glass to look at you, a certain glint in his eyes.
âBut weâre not- Iâm not marriedâ
You couldnât look away from his eyes. They were enticing, captivating you deeper into the very thing you were holding yourself back from. Jayâs eyes never faltered from yours and you wondered how.
Trying to snap yourself from the moment to ground yourself in reality because even if he wasnât marriedâJust co-parenting, he has to be seeing someone.
âO-Oh I seeâ You said, his eyes boring straight into yours
You harshly gulped while trying to ignore the bubbling warmth of hope soaring through you. A voice deep inside your mind voicing out your deepest desires.
Feeling as if Jay could see right through you and hear these thoughts made you shift in your spot again. What if he could hear them? What if he thinks itâs strange?
Through the slimmest possible lens, what if he felt the same way.
âStill donât blame yourself for it⊠Iâm sure sheâll understand sooner or later. Maybe take her out to help somewhat ease the situation until you and uhm her mother can take her outâ You offered some advice as best as you could
Jay remained silent listening to you. His eyes finally look away from you and you let out a silent sigh of relief from the release of his hard gaze.
âTaking her outâŠâ Jayâs voice was barely above a whisper, he twirled the wine once again deep in thought
You stared at him, anticipation slipping deep into each crevice as possible in you until he spoke up again with his eyes looking back up to you, âDefinitely will have to do thatâ
There felt more to his words than the surfacing original topic of it yet, you couldnât place your finger on it.
âYou know she talks about you a lotâ You were the one to look at him in shock
âReally? I hope itâs good thi-â
âAlwaysâ He interrupted taking another sip of the alcoholic drink to slip past in his throat, âItâs always good thingsâ He smiled towards and there was the same warmth you felt whenever you with him grow 10 folds
âIâve been meaning to give this to you. Iâm sorry that itâs taken me so long please forgive meâ Jay shuffled through his discarded jacket before pulling out an envelope leaning over to slide it over to you
âWha-â His shirt fell just enough that if you dared to look longer you could see the necklace dangling and past it was his sculpted chest
You pulled your eyes to the envelope and grabbed it with shaky hands trying to hold back from showing the burning of your cheeks. Your palm clammy trying to open the envelope but slipping every time.
You continued to try opening the envelope but soon Jayâs calloused warm hands engulfed yours. You jumped at the sudden contact but not enough to pull your hands away. Looking up to him, his face is daringly close to yours.
Able to feel his breath brush against yours, you smelled the hint of wine but it made your insides churn in a rather dark way instead.
âSlow dollâ His voice slurred and fluttering, âTake it nice and slowâ
His fingers clasped over yours, guiding your movement in carefully opening the envelope. Holding your breath as he made your fingers slip into the envelope slowly slotting your fingers to grab the thin paper inside to pull out.
There was a slight shudder rumbling out of your breath causing him to slip up a smirk. Your eyes widen in pure shock as you read over the words on the paper or more like check.
A check written out to not even a hundred dollars but instead 2 thousand dollars.
âI-I- Jong-Jongseongâ
Your mouth fell slack as you tried to find any words that could form at least anything in the slightest but nothing came out. âWhen are you free?â He whispered, his nose bumped against yours, his eyes looking deep and searching in yours
Your hands fell down with his on top, âIâd like to take you outâ
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An all black outfit. The button up something you hadnât seen before. It accented his shoulders that screamed to you, his daring built back that your fingers itched to claw at. His more relaxed but styled hair with the singular strand falling in front.
Jay looked so good but he wasnât staying. Instead he was going out while you were staying at his place to babysit his daughter like you always do.
And yet, selfishly you shouldâve made some lie that you were busy and wouldnât be able to babysit his daughter.
But the look in his eyes swooned you and the silent hidden excitement from him landed you right on his couch with his daughter plastered against your side having to watch her dad finish getting ready.
âPlease call in case of anything. Itâs just some job party, nothing important. They always host themâ He rambled trying to diminish the past excitement he had, âActually you know what? Iâm not going anywhere, Iâll just stay with you bothâ Jay said beginning to take off his watch
âJayâ You simply said which made him stop, he looked over to you letting out a deep sigh, âGo to it. When was the last time you were able to enjoy yourself?â
Two weeks ago when I took you out is what he wouldâve said if he had the courage to.
That day two weeks ago had been the highlight of his social life that heâs had in years. Always being so focused on working and taking care of his daughter, he never paid attention to anything outside of it until you came into the picture.
He can remember it so vividly almost as if he were to be reliving it again. Your sweet smile greeting him and his daughter. âHiâ He breathlessly let out seeing you
He awkwardly fumbled with his suit as you took notice of his different style of hair different from the usual one you see him in. Instead of the usual strict sleek hair, it was loosely done, his hair moved to each side to expose his forehead slightly.
âHi miss!â You looked down to see his daughter dressed up as she crashed her body onto your body in a bear-like hug looking up to you with sparkly eyes
Letting out a heartfelt chuckle, you stroked her head before looking up to Jay with a gentle expression. Heâs never been bothered with seeing others with daughter and yet, everytime with you, he feels a twinge twist in his chest watching you and his daughter.
âDaddy give her your gift!â His daughter chirped making him flinch at the sudden spotlight on him, you tilted your head in confusion and he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck before straining out a laugh
He pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and your smile dropped before quickly growing into a bigger one. You nipped at your lip to hold it back anymore but it was near impossible.
âGuess the surprise is ruinedâ He softly murmur but you shook your head at his words and grabbed the bouquet
âIt caught me off guard so I think itâs a successâ You chuckled before grasping the bouquet, âTheyâre beautifulâ You admired the flowers while he only looked at you
Jay was floored. âYeah I knowâ He mumbled under his breath going unnoticed by you
âThank you Jayâ You looked up to catch him staring at you with a certain sparkle as he looked at you, he let out his own smile and if it wasn't for his daughter tugging at his hand, he wouldnât have gotten out of the daze he was in any time soon
Instinctively looking at his daughter, he gave two fingers for her to hold and she looked over to you with her hand open. Instantly you knew what she wanted and allowed her to grasp your fingers.
âLetâs head out shall we? Our reservation is soon-â
âDaddy worked hard!â His daughter chipped in cutting him off, âAlways on the phone talking to people for itâ His daughter spoke making the tips of Jayâs ears turn bright red as you stifled a laugh
âOh did he now?â You raised an eyebrow looking over to Jay who hadnât said a single thing to rebuttal the accusation, it was true, he wasnât going to deny it
He wanted everything to be perfect and by the end of it, it was indeed perfect. Jay held his sleeping daughter in his arms, your hand wrapped around his bicep able to feel the slight bulge of it as he walked you to your front door.
Jay felt accomplished. The day was filled with nothing but laughter and chatter minus the exception of sudden silence when many people mistaken them as a beautiful loving family out to dinner which always left Jay in a ringing frenzy until you snapped him out of it everytime.
He didnât know why the usage of family with you, to have you be mistaken as the mother of his daughter or as his wife left him hot and his heart pattering against his chest.
âThank you Jay for today. I had such a wonderful timeâ You smiled brightly and he was growing too accustomed to see your beautiful smile towards him
âIt was my pleasureâ He gave a tight smile as he felt sudden jitters all around, âIâm sure she enjoyed it tooâ He gestured towards his sleeping daughter
You nodded your head, a look of contemplation in your eyes before unlocking your door but right before you opened it, you quickly spun around and planted a peck on his cheek before fumbling with the door behind you.
Jay froze for a moment and just before you could slip through his fingers he strangled out a sound to stop you. You turned around, a faint dust of blush heating your cheeks as you lowered your gaze.
He gulped harshly not thinking this far ahead but knowing he had to come up with something, âI-I uhm if you want to of course- Iâd like to take you againâ He jumbled his words together until some sentence was formed
He anxiously looked at your dropped expression as you raised your head to look at him and heâll never be able to forget the chuckle you let out as you nodded your head softly biting back your smile.
The beating of his heart reminded him of what it was like to feel like a little kid having their first crush ever all over again. It never bothered him not feeling this in a long time but now being able to experience it again, it felt nice.
And yet, somehow he never managed to gain any courage to see when you were free. Excusing it to be poor scheduling with his working hours and you taking care of his daughter and schooling hours with the very few work hours you snagged just for extra pocket money even when he offered to pay triple the amount heâs been already paying youâWhich was nearly 3 thousand dollars daily.
Money is not an issue for Jay, never has been and never will be and heâs more than willing to cover all and any expenses you may have. His only issue is not nearly having enough courage to ask you again.
âDonât worry about us, you know we always have our own fun here. Go have yoursâ Your reassuring voice reminded him of reality as you smiled through a fake smile
As wonderful the idea was if Jay stayed in that exact same outfit and didnât go out for everyone to throw themselves at him. You knew it was unreasonable, these job parties are probably hosted in the first place with hopes that he shows up to at least one of them.
Ignoring the bubbling gnaw in your stomach twisting your stomach inside and out, Jay lets out a defeat sigh, clicking his watch back on and dusting off the imaginary dust off his clothes.
âSay goodbyeâ You whispered and Jayâs daughter smiled widely waving goodbye to her dad who stared at her and you in complete awe
He walked over, his hand resting on the armchair and leaning down to kiss his daughter on the forehead. In the process the same musk cologne filled your nose making your head dizzy and having him in closer proximity made your heart thump out of your chest.
His side profile was nothing but sheer perfection. You nibbled at your lip as you examined his features up close, always finding yourself in this very position. And yet, he was beyond reach.
Your lips tugged downwards but tried to replace it with a smile when Jay pulled away and looked over to you. His eyes boring into your wavering ones like usual, there was a split moment of hesitance. You gulped trying to ignore the patter of your heart.
Instead of saying goodbye, Jayâs breath shakily fanned yours with a staggering thing smile plastering on his face, âSee you soonâ
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He expected the party to loosen every fiber in his body but instead his emotions were only heightened ten folds. Every passing second heâs looking at his watch counting down the milliseconds waiting for what seems like a reasonable time to leave.
Sighing heavily, he shakes his head. He shouldnât have listened to you. Heâd rather spend tonight with you and his daughter watching whatever you guys put on.
Swashing the drink in hand not having taken a single sip from the moment he arrived, his arms resting against the rail as he overlooked to see everyone enjoying themselves. He let out another heavy sigh just to check his watch again.
âMr. Park you look tensedâ He looked up to see his employee leaning against the rail next to him giving him a sly smile
Being the boss he is, he dropped his sullen face to give a professional smile. âDo I?â He sucked his teeth letting out a quick stifle laugh
She giggled at his remark like it was the funniest thing ever said, âIs it perhaps about your daughter?â She tilted her head and Jay didnât like the fact she carelessly mentions his daughter
However, giving the benefit of the doubt, he assumes it must be the alcohol in her system noticing the nearly empty glass at hand.
He lets out an awkward laugh and tilts his head to the side giving no response. âOr is there stuff happening at home? Yâknow I would love to help out in anyway I can Mr. Parkâ The employee rubbed her hand up and down his arm slurring her words together
His eyes followed her movements and carefully pulled his arm away checking the time, âWill you look at that I have to get back home to my girlsâ
âYour girls?â The employee muttered to herself in confusion but she wasnât able to dwell on it anymore when Jay took away the glass with a small smile
âDonât drink anymore tonight. Make sure to rest properly and take some medicine in the morningâ Jay nodded his head and easily turned his heel walking past the other employees who all wondered where he was going but none dared to ask
It didnât take long for Jay to get back to his but on the drive home, he was in pure contemplation. His elbow resting on the open window, feeling the night breeze fanning his face as his fingers played with his lips.
He possibly couldnât. He shouldnât even be thinking about you in this light and yet every time he sees you, he feels like heâs experiencing his first crush all over again.
Jay rushed out of his car once he parked it. Standing outside his front door, his hand raised to softly knock against it. After a few seconds of waiting which felt like an eternity. The door opened with your soft voice. âJongseong?â
Right when the door was opened wide enough, Jay stepped in not forgetting to lock the door behind him. He knew his daughter was fast asleep considering the time. It was just you and him.
You stared at Jay confused at the lack of response from him but you gasped when he suddenly grasped your hands, feeling the familiar calloused feel of them scratching your skin.
He looked deeply into your eyes and you nearly felt your heart burst out of your chest. Thereâs always been an underlying feeling thatâs been infiltrating him from the moment he first met you.
A pretty, money struggling woman that he wants as his to bask away into the sunset and take care of forever.
Jayâs hand held your lower back, his other hand holding the middle of your back flushing you against his. You let out a small squeal the moment your bodies clashed. His breath fanned over yours and the very faint smell of the musk cologne caused a shiver to run up your spine.
Youâve never seen him like this. So raw with emotion, yearning eyes, a tug at his lips. âJa-Jay?- Jongseong?â You stuttered not knowing how to address him in this moment, your heart thumping out of your chest
He drew in closer, his lips closing in on yours, âCall me Jay. Call me Jongseong. You can call me whatever you wantâ
âJust call out to meâ You felt his lips grazing yours before he softly planted them against each other
Your squished hands shivered but they carefully climbed higher until they reached his sharp jaw as you pushed further into his lips. Jay let out a pleased sigh feeling the reciprocation. His hand on your mid back traveled to grasp the back of your head.
His hands turned your body, his body filling in any empty space that dared to be left behind. Your hands squeeze in between under his arms, grasping onto the behind his shoulders in a desperate need.
Your mind was reeling, not a single thought in it besides the dadâThe hot dad next door, Park Jongseong.
His tongue gilded against your lip, begging for entrance. You easily allowed him to explore your mouth. His teeth tugging at your bottom lip in a haste making your squeal.
âGoing to have to be a quiet dollâ However, he wasnât sure if he could keep up with his own words, Jay felt drunk when he was kissing you
Your lips grew swollen from how long heâs been kissing you but not once did he stop, the lack of oxygen would never stop him from kissing you.
The tips of your fingers dug deeper into his shoulder causing him to let out a loan groan at the feel. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was how badly he wants to make you his.
Jayâs arms loosened around your body enough to make his hands land on your hips to carefully guide your body deeper into his home that now always welcomes you in.
You allowed yourself to melt in his embrace. Every touch felt like fire against your skin, your arms flailed to wrap around his neck making sure not even for a second did his lip ever leave yours. Your teasing fingertips entangled in his hair.
Jay bit your lip to keep himself silent through the dizzy feeling of your tugs. The moment you reached his bedroom, the door closed shut as he quickly pushed you onto his bed, never detaching his mouth from yours.
His body slotted between your legs, as you wrapped around him. Holding him to keep him closeâdaring for him to get farther than just a few centimeters away only to drag him back in.
The feel of lightheadedness was finally catching up, through the few milliseconds that you both stopped to change positions were you able to properly breathe but it was taken away when Jay crashed his lips back onto yours.
The same repeated motions felt like an eternity that you never wanted to escape from. Jayâs hands holding your waist tightly while yours traveled playing with the back hairs loving how they run perfectly in between.
Jayâs been kissing you like a starved man who has been deprived of any sense of touch for so long which wasnât far from the truth. One final tug at your lips before the wave of air filled your lungs through a loud pant.
Gasping for air contrasted the pucker of your lips ushering more kisses. Jay let out a deep chuckle, his thumb rubbing at your sides now planting softer pecks on your lips with a side smile tugging at his lips.
âMoreâ Your voice slurred, âPleaseâ
Your breathless pleas only fueled him further. Who was he to deny your desperate pleas.
âTalk to me. What do you want, doll?â He hummed in the juncture of your neck, his mouth leaving feathering kisses in its wake
The simple nickname leads to the attempt to squish your legs together, forgetting how Jay rested in the middle. He caught your attempt and let out a chuckle.
âYou like being called doll or do you like the fact that youâre my doll? Which one is it, mhm?â An unexplainable courage taking over him that he couldnât remember why he didnât ask you out from the moment he knew what he wanted
You could feel the smirk radiating off of him and you rolled your eyes which didnât go unnoticed by him. He sucked in his teeth, his hand grabbing your chin with force to make you look at him.
âNow donât be a bratâ He tooted before letting out a smirk, âUse your big girl words, which is it?â
Already have succumbed to him and his words from the moment you saw him standing at your front door. âYour dollâ You softly said
Pleased with the words, he let go of your chin to capture your lips with his, the kiss softer than the first one. His hand gilded higher up your side. You moaned in the kiss, happy to feel his lips on yours again.
Your hands wrapped around his neck to keep him in place, âLet me spoil youâ He murmured, your lips grew in a smirk which he felt, his hand tightened on your waist as if in a warming
Pulling away with a heavy pant, you looked up to him with curious eyes which captivated him, âI spend a lot of money you knowâ You snapped your fingers, âJust like thatâŠâ Your voice becoming lower than the last
Jay let out a laugh, his head dropping, âWell can you waste my money as quickly as I earn it?â His head raised when he questioned you
You froze at the retaliation. You nervously gulped before letting out a shy smile. You shook your head. Jay hummed in satisfaction at the response before planting kisses at the side of your neck. âDidnât think soâ
Closing your eyes, you lose yourself in the sensation. Your body contorted with each of his feather kisses, you bit your lip loving each second of his mouth on your body.
While they moved lower and lower while his hands managed to slip under your shirt feeling your burning bare skin under his touch. You let out a louder gasp than intended when you felt his hand cup at your breast through your bra.
Your eyes shot open only to see Jay looking up to you with a gleam and smirk written all over his face. His hand dragged from under your shirt to your legs, his fingertips gliding until he reached the waist of your pants.
You let out a shaky breath, his eyes pleading for permission. You slowly nodded your head. âWhat a good girlâ He whispered the praise before dragging your pants down
The air caught in your throat but quickly noticing how he was leaving the sticky undergarment clinging to you, you stopped his hands from moving any further.
Jay immediately stopped and looked at you with worried eyes. He retracted his hands away and began to pull away but right when he was going to speak, you engulfed his hands to bring them back.
Stretching out his fingers, you looped them under to grab everything. Jay froze feeling the fabric of your underwear at his fingertips. He looked away with wide eyes to you but you gave a reassuring smile before allowing yourself to melt back into his bed.
âDonât be so shyâ You whispered loud enough for him to hear, he let out strained chuckle before nodding his head
He pulled down every piece of fabric in one motion. You unconsciously squished your legs together, âItâs okay. You donât have to do a single thing. Iâll take care of youâ He softly reassured as he pried open your knees to expose you to him
You closed your eyes shut while your hands fisted at his sheets. Jayâs eyes zeroed in on the glistening entrance that invited him to devour. Opening his mouth with a big breath, he went in and placed an open mouth kiss on your core.
You squealed and jumped from the contact but Jay hooked his arms under your legs before you could fully pull away from him. He groaned at the taste of your captivating arousal on his taste buds. His tongue glided over your folds lathering and mixing his saliva with your arousal.
âJong-Jayâ You breathlessly let out as one of your hands grabbed a fist full of hair, tugging at it while Jayâs mouth sucked and sucked practically all wetness from you
Jayâs groan vibrated from your core all the way to your head, infiltrating it with ease. No response to your calls of his name as he continued to lap at your pussy. Shivering with each kiss and suck, you let out a loud gasp when you felt the intrusion of his tongue teasing your gaping hole.
Jay immediately pulled away, the string of saliva connecting his mouth to your soaked smeared entrance, you nearly came to the scene.
âShhh, you have to be quiteâ He brought a single finger over his mouth, a smirk played on his mouth seeing the fading string on his lips, his finger glided over his swollen mouth
It collected all that was left over and Jay brought the finger into his mouth, tasting the lovely essence of you. He lightly hummed before bringing his finger out and gliding it over your mouth. âOpenâ The tone stern made you listen without hesitance
Seeing how easily you opened your mouth to welcome the singular finger in without any resistance had his pants grow tighter. Your tongue swirled around his finger, your eyes never letting go with his. He smirked wildly as he pushed his finger further down your throat.
A dark cloud consumed his mind. The rationality he tried to maintain drifted further away. You tried to take as much as you could, feeling how his fingers went further down.
âLooks like you can take stuff wellâ Jay sneered, a crazed looked in his eyes before you began choking on his finger, feeling the flesh reaching the back of your throat
Pulling his finger away, your mouth closed in on it, letting it out with a pop when his finger left the warmth of your mouth. His finger now covered in your saliva, he admired it.
Looking back at you only to see the wide hopeful eyes you stared at him with a loopy smile. âBeautifulâ He whispered softly to himself before lowering his head back down
Expecting or more like anticipating the feel of his mouth again, you let out a louder gasp at the slip of his two fingers into your gaping hole. âWas just calling to be filled. I couldnât ignore itâ Jay muttered breathlessly as your walls clenched around him, âI promised to take care of you, didnât I?â
âJ-Jayâ Your hand tried to grappled with his wrist but the drag of fingers near lying slipping out just to slip back him made you stop
Knuckles deep into you, he pulled out again just to shove them back in, repeating the same motion over and over again. The squelch of your arousal and the quiet pants let out, your mind became hazy quickly, âQuiet dollâ Jay whispered
Before you could retain a sense of awareness to respond, his mouth attached to your swollen begging bundle of nerves and the first suck made you let out a loud moan.
Your hand flew to cover your mouth and with wide eyes you stared at Jay who froze. The single beautiful noise he heard made him smile against you.
He looked to see you covering your mouth, worried filling your eyes. Your chest rising and dropping. His freehand traveled up to replace your hand with his own. His thumb stroked your cheek, a sharp look in his eyes.
Maintaining a good pace, his fingers pumped into your welcoming entrance, never forgetting to curl and scissor you open. You let your moans fall into his hand, muffled more and more, the more he pressed down harder.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head feeling the flick of his tongue on your clit as if it were the sweetest treat to ever exist. The stimulation made you shake and back arch just for him. Breathing as best as you could through your nose with each calculated and careful rub to the nerves had you fisting fisting at his hair while your legs wrapped around his head latching him onto your pussy.
âSo fucking sweetâ He murmured to your muffled moans, âGive it to me. Be a good girlâ He knew you were on the edge, the pulse of you around his fingers was the near indicator, sucking him more and deeper into you
âJayâ You wail in his mouth before lightly biting on his palm to keep quiet as best as you could, âJa-Jongseong!â You let out louder when suddenly a gush of release shot out of you as you came over his fingers with a tight clench that forced his fingers out of you
Jay moved his fingers over your folds encouraging more of your juices to be released as he slurped as much out of your leaking entrance as he could, not wanting a single thing to go to waste. His tongue only add more to your sensitivity as you body contorted even after it finally came to a stop, âHelping you outâ The kisses were only constant while your whines and heavy pants continued, combining together
He stopped with one final kiss before finally pulling away and releasing your mouth from his hand. Your mind trying to comprehend and come down from the new height of pleasure, you let out a loud relieved sigh with a hidden shudder of satisfaction.
Seeing his smeared cover chin and loopy smile he had on his face made your chest flutter, âYou okay there?â Jay lightly chuckled at your weak nod, âBig girl words doll. You know how to use themâ Jay rose to hover above you
âFuck me Jayâ
Jay smirked letting out a hiss âWasted no time and used such nasty wordsâ
âThink you can be quiet for me?â Jay hummed trickled down your mind straight to your pulsating hole waiting to be filled
Nodding your head quickly and covering your mouth with your own hands made Jayâs lips tug to the side in pleasure. Jay fumbled with his belt, his eyes never leaving your lingering one and managed to free himself from the restraints of his pants with a strained sigh.
Your eyes widened zeroing in on the prominent bulge that was daring to burst any second, âLet me help youâ He whispered replacing your hand with his
Titling his head to the side admiring the scene beneath him. Sprawled onto his messed up sheets that heâll have to change after this, a daze filled look in your eye and his hand lightly covering your mouth.
Jay used his freehand as best as he could to free his raging hard-on thatâs been deprived for many years. Your eyes watched his every move to see how his cock sprung against his abdomen, having your jaw drop. A very much leaking tip and small twitches at the freedom and something that was bigâvery big.
He felt the slack of your mouth and chuckled to himself feeling the pride swell his chest. âWhatâs wrong doll?â He murmured when removing his hand waiting for some type of response
Your mouth opened and closed trying to form some type of articulating thought but nothing came out. âThink you can handle all of it? Can you think of taking me all in here mhmm?â Jayâs hand rubbed over your stomach in a slow manner
âThink you can be a good girl and stay quiet while I fuck you senseless?â
You were able to feel the thumping against your chest that you feared he would be able to hear. You donât think in your wildest dreams would you be able to take someone like Jay. Yet, now in your wildest reality, youâll tryâwell more like you will.
You tugged at Jayâs forearm whilst maintaining eye contact with him. The soft tug at your bottom lip as you threaded his hand to cover your mouth. You nodded your head as your eyes looked at him with greed. âWhy donât you find out?â
To your shock, Jay softly tugged his arm away from your hold. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he tapped at your leg, âTurn aroundâ
Seeming getting used to your jaw falling slack, you looked at him in shock but didnât hear an ounce of sputter in his tone. Not wanting to risk being left all hot and bothered even though you knew Jay wouldnât dare. You were not testing his patience today.
With a harsh gulp, you flipped your body over. Jayâs hands hovering over your hips before tugging them up before you could fully lay them onto his bed. Your upper body pressed into the mattress, feeling the messed up sheets sticking to the side of your face.
Your hands fisted at the sheets at the new exposure you had for him while your cheeks burned in shyness. He rubbed your hips in awe, pulling one of your cheeks to the side to get a glimpse of the arousal covered crevice. âIs this all for me doll?â
âA-All for you. Just youâ
His other hand grabbed the heft into his palm before aligning at your entrance. âRemember to keep quietâ He reminded, âTake a nice big deep breath for meâ
You followed his instructions but before you could fully respond you felt the larger intrusion of his tip to your gaping hole making you silently gasp. The stretch compared to nothing youâve ever felt before and would possibly never.
âFuckâ You breathlessly let out as Jay continued to sink himself deeper
Jay tried his best to not ram himself entirely into the delicious confinement you provided but it called for himâwhile sucking and welcoming him inside.
âS-shit taking me so goodâ He muttered as quietly as he could, âCould stay inside you foreverâ
You felt like you were being split in half just by his cock alone. Your ragged breaths followed after another trying to remember Jayâs advice and not get lost in the sensation.
You peered over your shoulder as best as you could to see how Jayâs looked to where he entered you. The sheer consecration and control made your mind stutter.
Without a warning, in a single thrust, your body jolted forward and you felt full. You gasped loudly, the sheets crumbling more under your clamped hands and body. Your lip shivered as you tried to keep your noises to a minimum.
âJ-Jayâ Your voice cracked trying to get adjusted to your walls being so stretched out by him
âItâs okay, I got youâ His reassurance filled your chest with warmth, taking a few breaths to regulate your body, you weakly nodded your head as you dug your head into the mattress to muffle yourself, âSo good for meâ He uttered softly tracing your back
Moving his hips once, he quickly got lost in the sense of you wrapped around him. His thrust left you nearly empty only to be filled the next second. Each precise move was calculated to each maximum pleasure possible for you. Nearly able to feel his tip already hitting deep to your g-spot, poking to your insides in a teasing manner.
Your muffled moans fueled Jay further to the edge. He gripped at your hips, his slow pace now picking up only slightly. You were taking all of him and he never felt prouder. âTaking me like such a good girl, so damn proud of youâ
Feeling like your head was submerged in water, you relished in his praise. The senses that were always on high alert whenever he was around came crumbling down and became filled with him.
âF-for youâ You blabbed against the sheets and Jay managed to hear it making him tap at your lower back as he carefully placed his body onto of yours to melt as one
Each thrust led you further into the mattress, your mouth opened leaving small moans in its wake, leaving your mind blank to only focus on the fulfillment you had inside.
Turning your head to the side, you let out whined filled pants. âTake it doll- Not a fucking soundâ Jay grunted darkly into your ear
Your mind tried to recall the words just said to you. But deeper and stronger was the desire to let Jay know how he was making you feel. Feeling you clamp around him harder and the silent pants soon became quiet moans.
âT-Too good. âm sorryâ You mewled as he continued to thrust into you, âSo good, can-canât help itâ Your body meshed as he continued
You took a loud deep breath while a whine rumbled out of your chest when he suddenly stopped his thrust, âAs much as I would love to hear youâ Jayâs sudden harsh thrust caught you off guard with a yelp, âYou need to be quietâ Each word followed by another harsh thrust that touched nearly every thing imaginable inside of you
Your broken wails were muffled by the bedding once again. Seeing the recoil of when he and you meet only fueled a carnal desire in him more. âGonna breed your sweet pussy dollâ
âYouâll be so full of meâŠWill you like that?â Jay grunts having the calculated thrust embodied your mind and body just for him
His words added to the fire that was consuming your body whole. You nodded your head roughly. âRemember what I said. Big girl wordsâ Jayâs voice lulled into your ear, âWant me to fill you up thatâll you feel it inside of you? Until itâs moving around in you with each step you take?â
The obscene noises only grew louder against his bed as you tried to form a proper sentence to please Jay. âY-yesâ You pleaded as best as you could, âPlease Ja-Jayâ
âWhatever you ask for dollâ Jay snapped his hips harsher, as you clawed at the sheets for support, âTaking me so fucking good- Bet youâll take everything I give youâ
You weakly nodded your head, âWill- F-For youâ You murmured
His thrust grew frantic and irregular, his constant grunts filled your ears. The more you clamped around him, not daring to let him go of the welcoming embrace you had around him drew him nearer his organsm.
âDoinâ so good for meâ His hand held onto your body when he felt you tightened as you let out the loudest moan of the night as you came all over his cock
Your body shivered as you entered a state of pure bliss. âTake it- Just a little more for me- Câmon dollâ His praises slipped passed your gaze and deep into your heart making the clench you had on Jay limit his range of motion but it was enough to have him snap and paint your pink velvet walls white of him.
A low groan slipped his mouth as he halted his thrust to properly fill you to the brim just like how he promised. He watched how you pulsed around him but none of the cum dared to fall out as you took everything he split into you.
Jayâs chest rose up and down, softly pulling out his semi hard cock out of you hearing the small hiss you let out at the sudden emptiness. Your body laid face first on his bed, your body rising and falling with each heavy pant. He smiled softly as he helped you turn your body around to face him.
There he realized his biggest mistake as he saw you masked in an afterglow. Your mouth was slack slightly opened, quiet whines fell out every now and then, your half lidded eyes staring up at him.
His eyes traveled to where he once was inside of you to see the few clumps of cum that spilled out. He cooed before quickly scooping whatever he could to sleek it over your folds before pushing it back in where he left it.
You whined loudly and slightly jolted at your sensitivity being tested when his fingers entered you again. âYou did so good for me- Such a good girl for me fuck⊠Iâm so proud of youâ Jay planted a messy peck against your cheek, âLetâs get you cleaned upâ He whispered
As he was going to remove his fingers out of you, you consciously tightened around them. You lazily shook your head unable to articulate proper sentences that wouldnât lead you back on his cock again which ultimately failed, âWant your cockâ You slurred catching Jay off guard as he let out a strained cough
âWha-What was that doll?â
âI want your cock again sirâ
Like a switch went off in his head. Jayâs demeanor changed. Never knowing the single usage of sir could alter his mind forever. Instantly needing to give you moreâmore than anything you could ever ask for, wanting to spoil you rotten until you grow sick and tired of him.
He needs to fill you up until you possibly couldnât hold any more of his cum in you. Softly prying your legs open, he aligned himself at your entrance again gaining your attention at how he easily complied to your request. âNo need to ask me twice dollâ
. Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ę
The faint bristle of wind coming in through the slightly ajared window, the direct sunlight shining through caused Jayâs face to flinch before groggily opening his eyes with a low groan.
Normally, his daughter jumps on his bed to wake him from dreamless sleep during the weekends. Yet, it was different this time. He managed to wake up on his own to no ruckus but instead a peaceful morning.
Attempting to stretch out his limbs to release some of the tension and drowsiness from it, he stops when he hears the muffled grumbles and faint sound of crinkling sheets. Tilting his head to the side, there he saw you and his daughter basked in the sunlight right next to him.
His daughter coddled in between while you laid against his numb arm, both sound asleep. He fondly smiled to himself before placing soft kisses on each of your foreheads, careful to not stir either of you awake. This was all he could have ever dreamed of.
âMy beautiful girlsâ
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18+. mdni. smut. kinda perv!eddie x fem!reader. he is a lil freaky in this i'll admit.
a/n: i just love the idea of the citrus six all living together lol idk i think itâs so nice also i have never watched cheers i just googled 1991 american tv shows and picked one at random LMAO ++ for the movie, i thought itâd be a nice lil easter egg for them to watch something with winona in:,)
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eddie doesnât know who you are or why youâre coming to visit or why exactly it was him that was being made to vacate his room for the two weeks that you were here.Â
âcâmon eddie,â robin pleads, nay, demands, âyou sleep on the couch most nights anyway, whatâs the difference?âÂ
âuh, maybe because itâs my room? i donât want some random girl in there touching my stuff,â almost flabbergasted that sheâs even asking.Â
âsheâs not a random girl,â robin frowns, âsheâs my friend and she needs somewhere to stay.âÂ
âtell her thereâs a great hotel in town,â rolling his eyes, trying to leave the conversation before she breaks out the puppy dog eyes. "i'll even give her a ride if you ask nicely," no longer interested in entertaining this conversation.
âiâll give you fifty bucks,â robin deadpans, using her last resort.
this was bribery of the highest order but eddie's not stupid. fifty bucks is fifty bucks.
ânow?âÂ
she sighs, sliding her wallet from her pocket to reluctantly hand over the bill. she stops just before it touches his palm, âpromise youâll clean your room.âÂ
eddie goes to grab the paper but robinâs faster, jolting her hand into the air, âand change your sheets.âÂ
âokay,â he huffs, holding his palm outstretched.Â
she graciously places the note down, smiling wickedly as she does so before skipping off back to her own room.Â
he can only roll his eyes, turning around to the shit hole that was his room, wondering if fifty dollars was worth having to tackle it.Â
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eddieâs sat on the couch when you arrive, barely looking back as robin begins to fuss, talking loudly about your journey. he doesnât really care enough to involve himself, besides, elvis presley had just given sam a very important message.Â
âeddie,â robin hisses, standing in front of the screen, âdonât be rude, say hello,â her hands firmly on her hips like she was his mother or something.Â
he looks up at the looming figure by the couch, hoping his eyes hadnât given his immediate shock away too much.Â
you flash him a sheepish smile back, waggling your fingers in a short wave.Â
two weeks on the couch didnât seem so bad now.Â
not if you were sleeping in his bed.Â
itâs just a shame that he wouldnât be in there sharing it.Â
âhey,â he stands, hoping to indiscreetly catch his breath, âiâm- uh, iâm eddie,â offering his hand out, though he regrets it as soon as itâs done.Â
who shakes hands now? christ. he needed to get a grip, and badly.Â
âhey,â you reply, your name dripping from your tongue. though you do shake his hand, not bothering to hide your confusion in the process.Â
âeddie very kindly said you could have his room,â a bright, big sarcastic smile on her lips.Â
âyeah.. no biggie..â christ, heâs almost panting. âdo whatever you want in there.. or you know, just- just make yourself at home.âÂ
his desperate pleas for the earth to split open and swallow him whole go unanswered. instead, robin shoots him a concerned glare before ushering you away from his weird, longing gaze.Â
'pull it together loser' she mouths before disappearing, leaving him to reflect upon how utterly hard he had just fumbled that entire situation.Â
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when everyoneâs home from work and youâve exchanged niceties and greetings with the rest of the house, robin brightly suggests a movie.Â
eddie usually hated movie nights in the house.Â
jonathan would want to watch some indie cult classic that no one else had ever heard of, steve wanted to watch some dumb comedy that only heâd find funny and then nancy and robin typically opted for the romance genre.Â
leaving eddie and argyle with absolutely no choice but to sit in silence as they bickered.Â
tonight itâs different, you get to pick.Â
and now heâs not saying that whatever you choose will forever change the way he views you but.. well, thatâs actually exactly it.Â
you land on edward scissorhands.Â
not the worst choice you couldâve made, and hey, his mom used to call him edward when he was in real bad trouble.Â
in the end, it doesnât really matter what you had picked because eddie canât muster up enough energy to actually care about the film. not while your thighs are peeking out from underneath your oversized shirt. he canât help but wonder what theyâd feel like wrapped around his ears. what previous sounds would fall out of your mouth in response.
at some point during the movie, you stand up and walk out of the room to the kitchen but that doesnât stop him. staring through the open door, marvelling at the way the hem of your shirt lifts, exposing the tiny shorts you had on underneath.Â
heâs practically hanging over the back of the couch to get a look, craning his neck at a ninety degree angle just to get a glimpse of your soft, pillowy skin. pinching himself as he tries to resist the urge to just sink his teeth into your inner thigh.
robin jabs her elbow into his ribcage, drawing his eyes back to the room with a grunt and a harsh glare thrown her way.Â
âyouâve been staring at her all night,â she whispers angrily into his ear, âstop it, or next time itâs your balls,â a harsh warning he didnât find entirely necessary.Â
you sidle back into the room, drink in hand and eddie canât help but let his eyes wander over again, short glances that robin hopefully wouldnât pick up on.Â
he canât help it, some magnetic force swaying his gaze in your direction. he wishes so badly that he could just crawl out of his head and tell you how much he wanted you.Â
unfortunately for eddie, heâd instead spend the night dreaming of your ass and all the ways he could have you if heâd only grow a backbone.Â
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living alongside you is an entirely new feat eddieâs not sure heâll survive.Â
itâs torturous.Â
testing the limits of how ridiculously horny one man can get without self-imploding.Â
so close and yet so far. each night youâd tuck yourself into his bed, doing god knows what in between his sheets all without eddie getting a look in.
of course heâd made up a hundred different scenarios to fall asleep to each night.Â
his favourite being the one where he walks into his bedroom to find you mouth open, legs apart, too encapsulated in your pleasure to notice him. only until you do, inviting him closer, between those supple thighs of yours, a forbidden nirvana heâll never get to know.Â
though more often than not heâs cruelly forced back into reality by robin ripping the curtains open at the ass crack of dawn, blaring sunlight on his face as you slip away from the grapples of his dream land.Â
now is his opportunity, the house quiet, bar the muffled giggles of you and robin upstairs. heâs safe for now, he thinks, rather foolishly. itâs late, the rest of them asleep or too busy in their own rooms to catch him in the act.Â
eddieâs never done anything like this before. itâs disgusting, perverted to the core.Â
good grief, this is prosecutable behaviour.Â
tiptoeing down the hall to his room, the door open just a crack, enticing him in further. he can still hear you on the floor above, giving him enough confidence to push it open a little more, edging inside with a quick glance back down the hall, just in case.Â
gratefully it seemed that you were just as messy as he was, your clothes strewn across the floor. his eyes immediately turning to the peeking of lace from under the pile. glancing one last time at the cracked door, ensuring that absolutely nobody would see him.Â
reaching down to gather the fabric in one quick swoop, bunching them in his palm as he lets out a quick sigh of relief.Â
oh fuck. they were so soft, fingers spreading to really get a feel. he wasn't even going to take them, he'd just wanted a little look, something to help his overactive imagination get all the important details right.
âwhat are you doing?â startling him in this precarious position, the lace of your underwear entangled around his fingertips.Â
eddie freezes, he can feel the heat rising through his chest, all the way up to the tips of his ears. scarlet red.Â
âuh.. i..i-i donât know..â he hasnât done anything like this before, he swears.Â
your mouth is open in a sort of half-smirk, half-perplexed gawp, closing the door before he could bolt.Â
you move around the mess, creeping closer until he can feel you brushing against his side, peering over into his hand.Â
âoh wow..â you remark, breath hot and sweet against his cheek, âwhat were you gonna do with those?âÂ
eddie feels sick, trying not to projectile vomit across his room. thereâs no way you wouldnât tell robin. fuck. he could hear you now, voice full of disgust, robin laughing at how pathetic he was.Â
ân-nothing i swear..â stumbling through his sentence, âi was just..â excuses fail to come to mind, âi was uhm.. looking for something,â the absolute best his flustered mind to muster up.Â
âoh really?â reaching around to untangle them from his hand, âyou sure about that?âÂ
thereâs no anger to your voice, but he doesnât dare turn around to look at your face. afraid of what heâll find. your eyes pitying, sad that he has to root around your dirty laundry to get off.Â
âiâm- iâm sure,â though the crack in his voice gives him away.Â
you hum, coming around to stand in front of his gormless face, âso you donât wanna keep these?â holding the evidence up to his face, the hem just barely grazing his cheek.Â
eddieâs knees almost buckle, his breath shuddering as any semblance of composure he had left, floats right out the window.Â
âhere,â reaching forward to tuck the baby blue fabric into the waistband of his sweatpants, your eyes never once leaving his as you do so. âyou keep those.. but next time just ask, okay?âÂ
he nods like an obedient dog, lapping up the scraps you were throwing him. he could stand here all night long, keeping up the weird little power game youâd started.Â
âgoodnight eddie,â you smile, giving him a gentle nudge, a sign for him to get the fuck out.Â
you were the master, he was just the lap dog, eager to please.Â
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at breakfast the next morning, he struggles to even keep his eyes open. having spent an embarrassingly long amount of time on the couch last night shamelessly sniffing the lace youâd gifted him.Â
you donât even acknowledge it, or him for that matter. happily chatting along with nancy about some news article.Â
âoh and eddie,â robin begins, flashing him a stern look, âi donât appreciate finding your fucking panties in between the couch cushions,âÂ
he chokes on his mouthful, his knife clattering against the table in shock. a multitude of eyes turn to stare at the spectacle he was making.Â
âtheyâre- theyâre not mine,â clearing his throat as he clears his name, though he doesnât dare look in your direction, terrified that heâd absolutely lose his mind if he did.Â
âwell whoeverâs they are, i donât care, stop leaving them on the couch.. iâm sure our guest doesnât want to sit amongst dirty underwear,â she bites, calming down now she had gotten her point across.Â
if only she knew.Â
eddie mustâve fallen asleep with them still attached to his hand, thanking his lucky stars that no one had walked in on him with them pressed to his nose. Â
he keeps his head low, focusing on the plate in front of him. nothing had ever been as mortifying as this. not even the time he had slipped off the dinner table in the middle of the cafeteria.Â
cutlery scrapes and clinks against the china, uncomfortable silence until argyle clears his throat, âgnarly meal robin, thanks dude,â seemingly settling the tense atmosphere, for now.Â
everybody hums in agreement, getting back to their food without another word. but your eyes peek up, meeting his with an indescribable glint. and really, the worst part is that eddie would sit through this horrific situation a hundred more times, just for one more measly sniff at your panties.Â
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eddie canât take it anymore.Â
heâs never been so pent up in his entire life. and heâs tried to hold on until he could move back into his room but he couldnât last any longer.Â
but heâs careful, waiting for everyone to trundle on off to bed, listening carefully for the muted click of the light switch and even then, waiting another hour to be sure.Â
the clock glares an alarming 1:04 by the time his belt clinks and his jeans come down, the first of them would be awake in just a few hours, ready to take you on to the airport.Â
he wishes it wouldâve played out differently, that he wouldnât be sat here on the last night of your stay alone. but alas, eddieâs never been particularly brave and especially not in regards to hot women.Â
your panties wrapped around his right hand as he spits on his left, wrapping around his stiff cock while his fingertips play with the lace in his other hand.Â
âohh fuck,â he hisses, wanting nothing more than to start hollering the house down.Â
robin wouldnât be too pleased if she ever found out what heâd done. and he canât really afford to get the entire couch dry-cleaned so he really must be careful.Â
thinking quick, he shoves his t-shirt into his mouth, muffling the chorus of grunts and groans threatening to spill over into the dark room. the muted light from the tv illuminates his face, breathing loudly through his noseÂ
he hadnât heard the door open or the soft sound of your feet padding down the hall, only made aware of your presence when he reopens his eyes, near enough jumping out of his bones.Â
how long had you been there watching him shudder and whine?
âfuck,â he exclaims, fist still wrapped tight around his throbbing cock, too aroused to care about it too much.Â
âyou want some help with that?âÂ
eddie looks at his dick, then back at you, mouth hung open in a mixture of awe and confusion.Â
itâs not very clear but you move closer anyway, sinking to your knees and nestling in between his spread legs.Â
âokay?â maintaining eye contact despite how difficult it was, eyes bright and eager.Â
he nods, unable to comprehend what was happening. knowing heâd wake up from this twisted dream to some soggy boxers and a whole lotta shame.Â
your palm wraps around the base of his cock, shooing his hands away to make room, smiling as your lips wrap around the already leaking tip. were you a psychopath? were you placed on this earth to goad and tease him?
this isnât real. this isnât real. the voice repeats around his head though itâs quickly silenced by your tongue swirling circles around the tip of his cock, readjusting his t-shirt to bite down harshly on the fabric.Â
eddieâs hands lay useless on his thighs, twitching to intertwine with your hair, still doubting the reality of the situation. this could all be a dream and the second he touches your hair, youâd disappear from in front of his eyes.
the t-shirt falls from his lips, âfuuck,â grunting into the tense air, gritting his teeth so as to not expose your precarious position to the rest of the house.Â
the wet sounds of your lips wrapped tight around his cock make his toes curl, his hands find your hair, not without prompting from you. tugging gently at the tendrils as his head starts to spin.Â
when your eyes look up to meet his, eddie thinks he might just cum right down your throat then and there. he can see that troublesome glint in your eye, a roaring fire that he so desperately wants to keep stoking.Â
your fingers slide up his thigh, finding his neglected balls and with a slight smirk, you grab ahold, gently fondling them as his brain melts out of his ears.Â
no one had ever, ever made him feel so good. collectively losing brain cells when you hum on his cock, getting just as much out of this as he was.Â
âoh yeah, fuck- shit fuck, iâmcummingiâmcummingiâmcumming,â eddieâs mouth rushes, louder than he ever shouldâve been. bright flashes of light fill his peripheral, using your scalp as leverage to keep himself on the couch.Â
his hips stutter, thrusting into your mouth with his fingers tight in your hair, yanking harshly in an effort to get your lips off of him before he came everywhere.Â
you donât budge, nails digging into his thigh as his release seeps down your throat, his eyes squeezing shut as his fist instinctively comes up to muffle his mouth, moaning into his clammy palm instead of alerting the entire house.Â
eddieâs other hand lets go of his strong hold on your hair, allowing you to get off of his dick, panting happily as you sit up between his knees and with lips glistening with his release, you kiss him. all soft and gentle while his brain fails to compute.Â
it should be gross. but eddie just canât find it in himself to care, because in reality, this was the hottest thing that had ever happened in his measly little life.Â
âplease let me taste you,â he begs between kisses, grasping desperately at your waist, the fabric of your shirt slipping between his desperate fingers.
you giggle, pulling back to look at him through the dimmed light, ânot now,â you hover just above, constantly teasing and unobtainable
âwell when?" jutting his bottom lip out in hopes it'd convince you to change your mind.
"when i'm back," letting him down gently. eddie'd count the seconds till you came back if that was what it took to get even a tiny glimpse of your pussy.
âwhat time do you leave?â he pants, chasing your lips. eddie was nothing if not a chancer, though if it hadn't happened already, there's a miniscule chance of it happening now.
âseven,â whispering back, a hint of annoyance that this build up had only crescendoed now, just as you were about to leave. he'll blame robin for that, poking her nose in and trying to turn him off. it shouldn't have worked. he should've been braver.
âbut itâs your turn,â an awful sadness and regret overcoming him. someone better, someone like steve, would've had you pinned to that couch by now, his head between your thighs and your slick dripping down his chin. Â
ânext time,â only repeating yourself, smiling coyly before you plant one last kiss to his longing lips before standing fully upright and disappearing back off to his room, leaving him reeling with a story nobody else would ever believe.
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// park sunghoon //
pairing: player!sunghoon x quiet!femreader
word count- 3.6k
genre/cws- fluff, slight angst, falling in love, confessions, he fell first and harder, sunghoon grows a soft spot for reader, sunghoon becomes a changed man, reader is done with sunghoon
summary-Sunghoon didnât realize he fell into his own trap until it was too late and he was falling in love
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Sunghoon and you were the picture perfect polar opposites. He had people lined up trying to fulfill their deep desire of even getting a sliver of a chance with him.
And he thrived in this. He knew the sheer power he held so he always used it to his advantage. Everyone knew Park Sunghoonâs name like a chant and you never understood why people would crumble to his feet.
He lived a world that you wished to never get involved with.
Yet what made your world slow down is hearing his name called alongside yours.
Before you could even register what was happening, you could hear the painful drag of the chair next to you as you slowly turn to be met with the one and only, Park Sunghoon.
The infamous smile plastered on his face as his body was faced towards you. He had this demeanor that you were undeniably drawn to but forced yourself out of that daze.
âGuess weâre partnersâ The moment he spoke, all eyes were on you
You awkwardly nodded your head as you tried to ignore the stares burning into your entire existence and focus in front of you.
You knew there were people that would kill to be in your spot, and truthfully speaking you had no problem switching.
When Sunghoon who was waiting for some type of reaction from you received nothing, he raised an eyebrow, confused but assumed you were simply trying to comprehend how he was in front of you.
âNo need to freak out or anything, itâs really me-â Before he could even finish he sentence you raised a hand to stop him
Normally, you wouldnât waste time even speaking to people like Sunghoon. There was no point, neither ever crossed paths before nor have you even acknowledged each otherâs existence.
But now you had to bear with him until the end of the project if you wanted a good grade.
When you gave no response after shutting Sunghoon up, he could feel the embarrassment rising which was rare (a big lie).
âI look forward to working with you. Iâve heard nothing but wonderful things about youâ He tried to catch your attention as you seemed to focus on the lesson rather than on him
He gave a slight frown but wiped it off before having a smirk plaster onto his face. He could feel the excitement coursing through his mind and he knew exactly what it meant.
When the lesson was done, he turned expecting to see you beside him but to his shock you were already out of the classroom. He grumbled and quickly went after you.
What you thought was finally peace and no lurking eyes on you turned to ruckus around you when Sunghoon suddenly appeared next to you.
His mouth whispered right into your ear and you immediately jerked yourself away in confusion. He gave a warm smile and grabbed your bag from you to hold it.
âYou walk so fast, it was hard to catch up to youâ He joked and the look you gave him mustâve shown your discomfort because he awkwardly cleared his throat
You tried to grab your bag from him but before you could reach it, he moved his body and you almost lost your balance.
He was quick to catch you to make sure you didnât fall (you were never going to fall in the first place).
You stared at him as he gave another smile but you quickly pushed him away and grabbed your bag from him before huffing out a sigh and walking away.
Of course you knew who Park Sunghoon is, but that also meant you knew the reputation surrounding him. He had people lined up for him for a reason and you werenât going to allow yourself to fall for his trap.
As you were walking you were going to pull out your phone from your bag, but the moment you did a piece of paper fell out as well.
You tilted your head confused before reaching to pick it up soon your mouth was agape when you saw the written phone number on it.
âMy number -p.shâ
Now you didnât want to text Sunghoon, especially with the way that he had given his number. It felt like he was treating you as someone who simply wanted to get the attention of being involved with him.
You knew deep down that was far from the truth but you had to swallow your pride for a moment as you typed his number in for a contact.
Sunghoon was in bed, lazily resting an arm over his eyes as he could feel the drowsiness take over. But right when he was going to shut his eyes, his phone pinged from a notification.
Normally, he would ignore it and deal with it whenever he had the energy to but something in him told him to check it.
He groaned before grabbing his phone seeing just who decided to text him so late at night.
He saw an unsaved number but the message attached to it made him shoot up from his bed with a slight smirk forming on his face.
: Letâs meet tomorrow to start the project
âOver here!â Sunghoon waved once he saw you, the people passing gave a weird look to him before going their way
You observed how he never truly cared about the publicâs opinion on him. He knew that there would be people that praise him and people that despise him, nothing you could do about it.
But now that you were assigned a project with him you knew from the very start what it came with. You didnât enjoy being the center of attention and having him lingering around you was quite troublesome.
âHow was your morning?â He asked sweetly but you believed you saw right through it and simply ignored his question
He was taken aback from the lack of response but he nodded his head, realizing that it would take a lot more for him to slither his way into your heart.
âLetâs head in shall we?â Sunghoon opened the door for you and with the faintest âthank youâ, he was already grinning like an idiot
He was sure that you would get caught up by him soon or later, it was only a matter of strategic timing and planning to get the job done.
âSo whatâs your favorite movie?â Sunghoon tried to garner your attention but you didnât give him any, he sighed heavily after being rejected for the twentieth time
He was growing tiresome trying to get your attention on something that wasnât something for the project.
âUhm so whatâs your favorite-â
âI heard you the first time, I am just choosing to ignore youâ You finally put your pen down before looking at him which caught him off guard
He shifted in his seat and cleared his throat, not expecting that (or any) reaction. The two stared at each other for a moment and for the first time ever, Sunghoon was the one to shift his gaze away.
âLetâs continue workingâ You softly said before picking up your pen again but as he tried to recover from the lost of the staring contest he sighed heavily
âWhy donât we take a break for now, my hand hurts from all the writingâ You glanced over to Sunghoonâs paper, only to see he had only written his name on it
You glared towards him and he gave a cheeky smile which he thought would make you smile at least but nothing. You kept your stoic expression, unamused by his attempt to make you smile (you found it humorous that he failed instead).
âIs this why youâre failing the class?â Sunghoon choked on air and coughed loudly hearing your response
âHow do you know that?â Sunghoon loudly whispered as he looked around making sure no one heard your remark
âYou always complain about your grade in classâ You stated and he sighed before embarrassingly looking away but suddenly an idea popped in his head
âSo youâre paying attention to me?â He raised an eyebrow to you teasingly
âItâs hard not to when youâre so loud about itâ Sunghoonâs world alongside his ego shattered hearing your rebuttal to his attempt to tease you
This is not how he planned this day to go.
Sunghoon cleared his throat loudly before picking up his pen and taking glances at his laptop before writing on the piece of paper, wishing to simply disintegrate into the universe.
You noticed his reaction and you were glad he was working but you felt bad, you didnât mean to come off as rude, itâs just what you observed from him.
You itched to apologize, your mouth opening every now and then but nothing came out. You sighed before continuing to write on your paper, an awkward silence resting over the two of you.
âIâll walk you homeâ You didnât expect for Sunghoon to offer this especially when the rest of the evening was pure silence between the two of you
You were going to deny Sunghoonâs offer but he was quick to gather your bag along with his.
Another thing that you observed about Sunghoon was that he was stubborn but troublesome for him you were also stubborn.
âItâs okay I can make it home by myselfâ You tried to grab your bag from him but he was already walking away with it
If this is what Sunghoon thought could win you over, he is mistaken. You sighed annoyed but decided to not put up a fight, you were tired and just wanted to get home as quickly as possible.
As you and Sunghoon were walking to your place he tried to make small talk with you. You wanted to walk in silence but he was determined to have a decent conversation with you.
The talks were brief but you realized that there a slight shift in Sunghoonâs demeanor. It was more relaxed and gentle and maybe even a little genuine. A side youâve never seen before from him.
But you reminded yourself this could easily be one of his antics to have you wrapped in his fingers. But before you knew it, you were already at your front doorstep.
âThank you for walking me homeâ Sunghoon easily waved it off as nothing
âAlso Iâm sorry if what I said earlier come off as rude, it wasnât my intentionâ
âGoodnightâ After you finally apologized, you entered your place and closed the door behind you before he could even respond
Sunghoon stood surprised for a moment before softly letting out a genuine chuckle.
You heard a ping from your phone and when you looked at it, you found yourself letting out the smallest smile ever.
Sunghoon: Itâs okay you werenât wrong. Goodnight to you as well
From when you stepped foot onto campus, all eyes were on you again. You tried to remind yourself that this was only temporarily and soon you could go back to your old lifestyle without Sunghoon in your life.
But that moment wasnât now because you suddenly felt a poke to your head and when you turned, you were met with Sunghoonâs cheeky smile.
âLetâs walk togetherâ He hummed, you sighed realizing that he really wasnât going down without a fight so you werenât going to put up one
You nodded your head as you waited for him to catch up to you. Sunghoon smiled realizing that youâre starting to warm up to him even if it is a tiny bit.
You: Where are you?
You: We said we were meeting today to finish
You sighed as time passed by and there was no sign of Sunghoon. You scoffed to yourself realizing he left you stranded.
What did you expect, he probably left all the work for you to ensure that he can pass. You scoffed as you placed your head into yours hands before groaning loudly.
Having to do the project by yourself wasnât something foreign to you, but you were still annoyed.
You had to pick up on his slack. You werenât going to allow someone like Sunghoon to taint your grade because of careless actions.
You were disappointed would be an understatement. You assumed the least he could do is give you a heads up if he isnât able to make it, but it seemed you hoped too much for the impossible.
Hours passed by and you were still engrossed in the project trying to complete it, you could feel the pure exhaustion catching up but you needed to push through.
âBye Sunghoonâ The teasing tone had a faint smirk form on Sunghoonâs face whilst waving goodbye
He pulled out his phone and saw the time, 3 am, he sighed knowing he was going to get a good nights rest the moment he landed on his bed.
He placed his phone back into his pocket and right when he turned, there he saw you through a window.
You were yet to see him but he saw how you yawned and tiredly rested your head on your arm as a pillow and closed your eyes.
Thatâs when it finally clicked in Sunghoonâs mind. He was supposed to meet up with you today to finish the project. He cursed at himself before entering the place you were in.
He quickly made his way over to you but you were already fast asleep. He saw your laptop open with paper scattered around.
He got too distracted that he forgot he was meeting up with you today and he knew all efforts of trying to get you warming up to him now went out the window.
He wasnât one to care about how people perceived him but you mustâve thought heâs even more of a jerk than what you already thought he was.
Sunghoon made sure to be quiet to not disturb your sleep as he carefully sat next to you before grabbing your laptop.
He scrolled and saw that you were practically almost done with the project. The guilt that rested in stomach grew even more and began to eat him up, you picked up his slack because of his ignorance.
Sunghoon knew you wouldnât easily forgive him and he doesnât blame you. But the least he could do is let you sleep while he takes care of the rest.
He carefully draped his jacket over you as he noticed you were directly under an air vent. He looked for a split second longer than what he wanted to, you looked so peaceful when sleeping.
He found a faint smile growing but stopped to bring himself back to focus on finishing the project.
He grabbed a spare sticky note and a few moments later placed it next to your mousepad, before starting to type into your laptop.
Your eyes fluttered opened as you could feel a bright light hitting your face. You used your hand to cover the sunlight but noticed a jacket draped over you and you froze.
You hazily looked around and you jumped when you noticed Sunghoon asleep next to you with your laptop in front of him. You quickly grabbed your laptop to see what he had done but to your surprise you saw the project was completely finished and revised.
You donât know when you fell asleep, let alone when he even arrived so you were shocked to wake up next to him.
You were pleased that at least the project was done, however your gaze soon caught the sticky note stuck near your mousepad.
âI know this is the weakest way to apologize, but I am really sorry for leaving you hanging.
Rest well, Iâll take care of everything elseâ
You shifted your gaze onto Sunghoon but what you didnât expect was for him to be looking at you back. Normally you wouldâve reverted your eyes away but you were in some trance, an extra flutter in your heart made you realize you were falling.
But you werenât the only one. With the sunrise setting upon you and the look you were giving him, Sunghoon found himself in utter awe of you as his heart fluttered against his chest.
That was something new.
Now Sunghoonn was wide awake in bed with you haunting his mind, he doesnât get it. The project was long done and no matter how much he tried to distract himself, he always found his mind drifting off to you.
He didnât have a guilty conscience anymore, you made it very clear that you had forgiven him (after much apologies) so why could he only think about you.
You and him would even text quite often (heâs the one always texting first) but even still that wasnât enough to quench his unexplainable desire.
He doesnât know what was taking over him, it was like heâs flipped. He was leaving his old habits behind, deciding to hit the gym more often, barely going out the way he used to, he even started to pay attention in lessons and participate in activities.
And anytime he did anything, he felt an urge to text you and let you know what he has been up to. There were times where he did text you but then there were times when he held back.
Tonight was not one of those nights, he decided to give in to the burning desire that desperately needed to get extinguished.
Sunghoon: You awake?
He impatiently watched, hoping for your response and he immediately piked when his phone pinged.
You: Why?
Sunghoon found himself smiling dumbfounded at your message, in that moment his smile slightly faltered as the realization hit him like a bucket of cold water.
Now he finally realized what the desire that burns in him meant.
Now you didnât expect to see Sunghoon at your front doorstep, especially to catch him mid pep talk. He froze when he heard your door open and the two stared at each other for a moment before he straightened out his posture.
He awkwardly coughed at the silence, all thoughts and rationality he prepared went out the window as he just stared at you with wide eyes.
âUh what are you doing here?â You asked him and his mind immediately went on overdrive
He continued to stay silent and stare at you. You looked around for a moment before softly nodding your head.
âDo you want to-â Before you could even finish, Sunghoon easily cut you off
âI like youâ That was more straightforward than he intended to say but heâs never confessed before, heâs new to this
You stared at Sunghoon flustered with his sudden confession, does he actually like you or is he toying with your feelings until he gets bored and moves on.
âI know this is out of nowhere and you have every right to question my intentionsâ He was aware of the reputation he made for himself but he was really praying it doesnât affect him now
âBut I promise you wholeheartedly that I am genuine about my words and my feelings, I really do like youâ
âIâm not sure when I started to like you, but you started to consume every crevice in my mind. Everything that I did, I wondered what you would say about itâ
âIt was actually driving me insane because I never and I mean it ever felt that way before and I canât lie I was nervous at firstâ
âI thought you wouldâve brush me off after the project, thatâs why I kept texting you. Something in me needed to know if there could be a possible usâ
âThis burning desire wouldnât let me go from its grasp and the only way I figured to subside it was to tell you how I truly feltâ Sunghoon finished his small rant and let out a heavy pant before nervously looking to see your reaction
You stared at him wide eyed as you proceed the information. The pounding of your heart clearly indicated something and you knew that very well.
With each passing second of no response from you, the more it kills him slowly.
âYou like me?â Your voice was soft and this melted right through Sunghoon, how he underestimated the hold you had on him
He softly nodded his head and your heart finally exploded. All the times when your fingers fidgeted over your keyboard wanting to text him and he somehow read your mind and texted you first.
But there was a thought lingering at the back of your head. What if he was just saying this to get you to fall into the trap you couldnât escape from.
âHow come you didnât fall for someone else?â It was too late for your mind to register that you accidentally voiced out your thought
You stumbled over your words trying to take back what you said and Sunghoon found it amusing, he made his way over to you. The loopy smile he had as he brought his mouth to your ear, his breath feathered over your ear making your body shiver.
âBecause I am too busy being yoursâ Sunghoon whispered and those words sent a shock throughout your whole body
âIs this you crawling to me Sunghoon?â You teased and he chuckled at you response but nodded his head before facing back to you
âIf you allow me, Iâll crawl back to you as many times as I have to in order to prove my feelings to youâ
âNever thought, I would be the one to hear those words from youâ
âSpecial words for a special personâ Your smile began to grow and you couldnât hold it back any longer
Seeing your smile made Sunghoon weak in his knees that he knew he had to make you smile every single day. You had Park Sunghoon wrapped around your fingers and neither expected the tables to turn.
The trap that Sunghoon had intended to have you fall into now consumed him instead of you. But truthfully speaking, he didnât mind it because deep down he unconsciously knew he was yours from the start.
âWill you allow me take you out on a date? Promise Iâll be there maybe even before youâ
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summary: jeongguk's busy working, but you need him.
pairings: husband! jk x fem!reader
genre: smut
rating: 18+
word count: 2k
warnings/includes: nsfw, smut, reader is impatient and horny af, swearing, softdom!jk, sub!reader, pet names, use of his korean name, thigh grinding, cockblocking, teasing, clit play, fingering, finger sucking, choking, spanking, doggy, missionary, bigdick!jk, unprotected sex, praise kink, cumming inside, orgasms, overstimulation, playful banter, fluff at the end.
back to library
"shit baby, one second."
jeongguk reached into his pocket and pulled out his buzzing phone.
he grimaced when he saw who it was.
"fuck, it's work."
he moved off of you, kissed you quickly and then disappeared downstairs.
as soon as he picked up that call, you knew it would be the end of your heavy make-out session that was most definitely going to lead to sex.
you knew that he'd be working for at least another hour after that, which wasn't something you wanted at all.
what were you meant to do with yourself during that time?
you lay back on the bed and sighed heavily.
you stared at the ceiling.
his bulge that had been pressed against you just moments ago was the only thing you could think of right now.
and it would have been inside of you if it wasn't for that damn phone call.
you put your hands up in front of your face and stared at them.
they wouldn't never do justice to him.
"fuck." you shut your eyes. there wasn't really anything you could do except wait.
you had been lying in bed for 20 minutes and it was no surprise that your state had become a lot worse.
you were fighting the urge to touch yourself.
your hand had wandered in between your thighs a few times but never actually stayed there.
after another torturous 10 minutes, you could still hear his voice faintly from downstairs.
you were about to lose your mind, you were so impatient. it wasn't going to get any better unless you did something about it.
so you finally decided to go downstairs and see him.
you stopped when you reached the bottom, quietly peering into the dining room to see him.
he was sitting at the table, his legs spread slightly, one hand was tapping on his thigh and the other was spinning a pen. he had his laptop and phone infront of him.
you looked down, his bulge was still visible from under his tight black pants.
your pussy throbbed for him.
if only that was inside of you right now.
and to make things even worse, he obviously hadn't bothered to redo the buttons that you had undone on his shirt from earlier. this meant that his chest was partly exposed. you wondered if he had done that on purpose...
he definitely did.
you slowly walked into the room. jeongguk spotted you almost instantly, a subtle smirk formed on his face.
he beckoned for you to go over to him and you didn't hesitate to do so.
you stood next to him, your hand went to stroke his hair. you listened to the man on the phone for a minute, then he went away. "you okay honey?"
he wrapped his hand around the inside of your thigh and slowly stroked up and down.
it took everything inside of you not to moan.
"i'm bored gguk. how much longer are you gonna be?"
he glanced at his watch,
"10 more minutes?" he looked up at you and you raised your eyebrow, "is that a definite answer?" you asked and he rested his head against you, "m'sorry, i'm trying baby."
your hand stroked his hair again, "i just miss you." you tell him and he smiled, squeezing you, "i miss you too."
he tapped you to get you to sit on his thigh.
this was perfect.
your clit was throbbing, begging for friction and jeongguks thigh was the only thing that could provide you with that right now.
you couldn't help but slightly grind your hips against him, squeezing your thighs tightly together.
a small moan escaped jeongguk's lips. he dropped his head onto your shoulder as you started to grind harder.
suddenly the man returned out of knowhere and started talking again, jeongguk quickly grabbed his phone to listen.
you narrowed your eyes.
whoever was talking on the phone, you now hated.
if the word "cockblocker" was a person, it would be him.
he squeezed your thigh, "okay baby, i need a few more minutes. i'll be up soon i promise."
you looked at him with pleading eyes and he pouted at you, "i'm sorry. i love you."
he kissed your hand and you stood up. you looked at his phone then back to jeongguk. you tapped your wrist twice to make sure he knew he was being timed.
he gave you an apologetic smile before returning to the call.
you walked over to the stairs to go up to the bedroom.
back to where you started.
although, unfortunately this time, you're even more horny.
you thought about the man on the phone, then you started feeling annoyed again.
you paced around the room.
"a few more minutes" ?
yeah fucking right.
you walked over to the bed, lay down, buried your face into the pillows and screamed. you lay in that position and did absolutely nothing for the next 10 minutes that passed.
and no, jeongguk still wasnât finished with his phone call.
you thought it was stupid that you felt like crying.
oh, how insane this man made you.
"i should have never married him." you'd said to yourself.
you absolutely did not mean that.
occasionally, you thought about going downstairs again just to hang up the phone for him because you were so desperate.
you also contemplated touching yourself again but ended up deciding against it.
"fucking hurry up!" you groaned and at that exact moment, as if done deliberately, he walked into the room.
with a stupid fucking smirk on his face.
"why are you smiling?" you asked as he sat down next to you on the edge of the bed.
his hand came to gently stroke your hair, "you're really that desperate huh?" you rolled over to your side so that you couldn't see him. "are you not?" you asked and he scoffed.
"what do you think baby?" he sighed.
the way he delivered those words made you feel stupid for even asking the question in the first place.
he sighed, looking at you as his hand travelled slowly down your body to your waist.
"that was close though baby. i could've got caught." he said and you turned your head slightly to look at him, "what do you mean?"
his lips slightly parted into a smile, "don't play dumb with me."
he grabbed your waist and turned you over so that you were facing him again.
you huffed in annoyance, which caused jeongguk to laugh at your reaction, "why are you so annoyed?"
you rolled your eyes, "you were gone for ages gguk."
he looked at you sadly and nodded, "yeah, but it's work baby. it happens."
his hands dipped in between your thighs.
"s'why you gotta be patient sometimes. "
you shrugged, "can't help it."
jeongguk grinned, "good thing i'm here now."
your legs spread ever so slightly and he groaned, feeling the wet material of your panties,
"fuck, i'm sorry i had to leave like that."
you exhaled sharply, "no, i get it but you don't realise how fucking hard it was."
he smiled at you, "know what else is hard?"
you shoot him a unamused look. then you look in between his legs and-
fuck. he wasn't lying.
"but seriously baby, don't think i didn't feel the same way." he looked at you, a smile tugging at his lips.
you closed your eyes and nodded slightly.
jeongguk watched as his hand moved slowly in between your thighs, causing you to moan.
he smirked, "you like that?" he asked, applying more pressure to your pussy.
"mmh, stop teasing gguk," you groaned.
he grinned and decided to ignore you.
his thumb continued to gently circle your swollen nub through the fabric of your panties.
"gguk," your hips lifted upwards, "please," he kissed the top of your head and then gently tugged down your panties, licking his lips as soon as his eyes met your dripping cunt.
"all this for me huh?" he asked entering one finger inside of your wet hole.
you moaned a "yes" and rolled your hips against his hand.
he then pushed a second finger in, moaning as you clenched down around it.
he slid them slowly in and out, closing his eyes, loving how wet you were and knowing it was all because of him.
"mmh..."
his growing hard was pressing against the tight fabric of his pants.
he couldn't wait any longer.
he kissed you, unbuttoning his shirt at the same time before pulling it off.
his hand cupped your cheek and he couldn't help but moan as his tongue slipped into your mouth.
"fuck-" he panted, his kisses became messier and his hips involuntarily grazed against your pussy, over and over.
"gonna fuck you now baby," he breathed, "turn around."
you did what you were told and he climbed onto the bed.
in one swift motion, he pulled out his cock, thick, swollen and glistening with pre-cum.
you groaned out of annoyance, "fuck gguk, just put it in please?"
he smirked at how impatient you were.
he spat down on his cock, pumped it a few times and then aligned himself with your leaking hole.
he held your hips and sank himself slowly inside of you, moaning shamelessly as he felt your walls engulfing his length.
you let out a needy whine, he was so deep inside of you had actually forgotten how big he was.
"god, you're so tight." he groaned as he began to move back and forth inside of you.
"gguk, go faster," you whined as he gripped the back of your hair, he fucked his hips faster into you, letting out small grunts as he did so.
"better baby?" he asked, tilting his head back and shutting his eyes, "ahh fuck-" he hit your g-spot hard, fast, his hands came back to your hips to move them in time with his.
you moaned, clenching around him continously as he kept hitting that one spot that always had you uncontrollably cumming.
he noticed the change in pitch when you moaned, he knew you were close.
you felt a short burst of sharp pain across you ass and realised that he spanked you, "you gonna cum for me baby?"
the way he had uttered those words made you weak, your eyes shut and you moans became silent gasps for air.
your orgasm washed over you, your whole body became still for a moment, clenching your walls tightly around him,
"fuck yes," he moaned, picking up the pace.
his hips thrusted faster, the wet lewd sounds from your bodies filled the room.
he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
you were snapped back into reality when he unexpectedly pulled out of you.
before you could do or say anything, he flipped you over and placed you underneath him.
he leant down and moulded his mouth with yours, moaning softly as he sank himself back into you once more.
he rocked his hips slowly.
you were so wet that fucking in and out of you was the easiest thing in the world right now.
he grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his hips, his face buried in your neck and he pushed his hips deeper into you.
"gguk," you whined, "gonna cum again,"
he smiled against your neck and lifted your hips upwards so he could hit your g-spot yet again but he was slower this time, you weren't sure if that made it better or worse.
his hands travelled up your body to your lips, brushing against them before he pushed them into your mouth.
his moans were muffled against your neck as you sucked on them âpart of him wished it was his dick insteadâ
"fuck," he felt your walls contract around him.
his eyes squeezed shut, his eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, his moans were starting to break into whines, his breathing quickened just like his pace did.
he reluctantly removed his fingers from your mouth and moved them to your wrap around your neck, squeezing it slightly.
the whimper that you let out made his cock jump inside of you.
"mhm,"
his hips stuttered as he shot ropes of his warm cum inside of you.
his moans were shaky, he was slowing down his movements, gently biting and sucking on your neck until his hips stopped.
he groaned when he pulled out of you, watching you drip with his release.
he lay down next to you, his finger gently tracing the outline of your jaw.
your hand ran though his hair, he closed his eyes in pleasure. "was that worth the wait?" he smiled, his eyes still shut. you smiled back at him and somehow managed to weakly shrug, "you could say that..."
he opened his eyes, looking at you in disbelief, you giggled at his reaction, "aw ggukie, i'm joking."
he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and nodded unamused.
you smiled up at him, "i love you ggukie." he wrapped his hands around your waist and leaned his head against yous.
he stared at the wedding ring on your left hand.
"i love you too baby."
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â summary: when you transferred to U.A., you didn't anticipate slipping on a pair of chopsticks in the middle of the crowded cafeteria during your first week. however, what was more surprising was the unexpected fall for the boy who gracefully caught you.
â pairing: shouto todoroki x fem!reader
â genre: fluff, strangers to friends to lovers
â word count: 13.1k
â warnings & tags: sfw, female pronouns are used, usage of y/n l/n, Class 1-A are now third-year students aka 18+, swearing, the usual U.A. chaos, reader has a Quirk, misunderstandings, some training violence, minor injuries, mentions and discussions of insecurities, aizawa briefly belittles the reader as a form of motivation, beginnings of a panic attack but it's cut short, there is one instance of the reader appearing to be âflushedâ in regards to a fever, since this is my first bnha fic some characters might be ooc? | please kindly let me know if I missed any tags!
â author's note: AHHHH HERE IT IS! I've been working on this for almost a year now and I am so excited to finally share it with all of you. Honestly, I didn't think I would ever finish this story, but I kept slowly chipping away at it thanks in part to the encouragement from @andypantsx3, @missrosegold, and @getstarried. Special thanks to @pikatsum for beta-reading this for me! Thank you girls. This is for youđ«¶đ»
The cafeteria at U.A. High School was a pretty chaotic environment, you quickly learned within your first week after transferring from another Hero Course in the countryside. There were multiple things that could and would happen after the famous students had gotten some much-needed nutrients in their systems.
It was only three days into the school year and nothing had happened just yet, but in the U.A. world, that something was overdue.
The first chaotic event of the year that everyone had been anxiouslyâor in some cases, excitinglyâwaiting for happened on Thursday.
The day started off average; you got to school with three minutes to spare, which was a new record, but you had forgotten your pencil pouch in your dorm room, so you had to borrow some pencils from a girl who sat in front of you; Mina Ashido.
âThank you,â you whispered as you took the pastel pink utensil from her. There was even a cute little fluffy puffball at the end in exchange for an eraser. Good thing you had an eraser in your bag.
âNo problem! I gotcha!â She physically lit up and gave you a bright smile before turning back to focus on the blackboard.
You somehow managed to get through your morning classes running on the four hours of sleep you got the night before. You were cutting it quite close to passing out at your desk during calculus class, but you were saved by the lunch bell.
As soon as you stepped foot into the hallway, you were wrapped up in the faint, delicious scent of your favorite food coming from the cafeteria. Your mouth instantly watered, and you made a mad dash for the source of the delicious scent.
âHey!â a sharp voice made you freeze in your steps. You glanced over your shoulder to find Tenya Iida, Class 3-Aâs representative, glaring at you. The light reflecting off his glasses made him appear more threatening than he really was, but regardless, you still found yourself shying away from his harsh glare and rapid-moving hands. As they passed by, some students gave you apologetic smiles while others were not shy about openly staring at the scene before them, wondering what you possibly could have done to induce the wrath of the student representative. âThere is to be no running in the halls!â You cowered some more at his brisk and overly formal tone.
Geez, what a stuck-up, you thought to yourself.
âMy apologies, Iida.â You respond with a bow. He accepted your apology with a curt nod before he continued on his way to the cafeteria.
You waited for him to pass before rising from your bow. âWow, he makes it feel like I broke the law or something.â You mused aloud.
âDonât take it personally,â a comforting voice said from behind you. You turned to find Momo Yaoyorozu, Ochako Uraraka, and Tsuyu Asui standing before you. Ochako gave you a slight wave in greeting. âIida can be quite demanding,â Yaoyorozu reassured you.
âThank you.â
Tsuyu regarded you with gentle onyx eyes. âItâs L/N, right?â
You smiled, happy that she remembered your name from roll call. âY-yeah! Iâm Y/N L/N.â You introduced yourself. âI, um, already know who you guys are.â You suddenly felt shy, and you bashfully rubbed the back of your neck out of nervous habit.
Before your transfer was finalized, you did extensive research into your future schoolâs history and future classmates. Thankfullyâor unfortunately, depending on how you look at itâa lot of information is public knowledge; the various attacks on the school in the year leading up to and the conclusion of the War between the Paranormal Liberation Front and the Heroes, not to mention the various televised sports festivals, and the fact that the members of Class 1-A are practically household names even before their graduation.
The girls invited you to sit with them in the cafeteria. You had been keeping to yourself the first few days of school, choosing to observe from afar the already established social circles and friend groups. You had waited for an invitation to join one of said groups, and here was your opportunity.
The four of you made small talk as you made your way through the lunch line and to the table. Right away, Asui told you to call her by her given name. You told them about your life growing up in the countrysideâwith you and Uraraka bonding over your shared reason for becoming Pro Heroesâabout the friends you had, embarrassingly funny stories from your junior high days, and eventually what led you to transfer to U.A.
âWell, this is the best Hero Course in the country!â you all laughed. âBut to be frank, the only teacher at my old academy who could handle my Quirk retired, and none of the other academies within the prefecture had the resources to help me advance. Plus, my mentor is an U.A. alumnus, so naturally, the only other choice was U.A.â
Yaoyorozu hummed. âIt is a shame about your mentor retiring, but that is what led you to transfer to U.A., and for that, I am grateful.â The class vice representative regarded you kindly. âI am a firm believer of things happening for a reason, and your transfer doesnât change that.â
Uraraka nodded her agreement. âMomoâs right. U.A. is a place where anybody can make a difference, and I think you will find success here.â
You were rendered speechless. The tips of your ears turned red as your classmates regarded you with so much hope and sincerity in their eyes. âUh . . . I,â you bashfully scratched the back of your head. Not knowing how to respond, you instead reached for the small bottle of milk on your lunch tray and brought it to your lips.
However, before you could take a sip, a BOOM erupted from the front of the cafeteria, accompanied by a gruff voice yelling, âDonât walk in front of me, Icy-Hot!â You reflexively jolted at the loud noises and lost your grip on the glass, spilling the half-full bottle all over the front of your uniform.
âShit,â you exclaimed as you instinctually rose from your seat, only to quickly sit down again when the liquid started to fall to the floor. The girls gasped and were quick to hand you all the napkins in the vicinity.
âAre you okay, Y/N?â Asui asked as she watched you pat down your sodden skirt.
âYeah, Iâm okay.â You waved off her concern as you continued to wipe away the remaining liquid. The napkins managed to soak up most of it, but your skirt was still damp. If you didnât change skirts, you were going to smell of milk for the rest of the day, and you didnât want to start off the school year with a reputation for smelling vile. âIâm going to go back to the dorm really quickly and change into a clean uniform. Please let Mr. Snipe know that I will be late for class.â
âDo you want us to accompany you?â Yaoyorozu asked. She began to rise from her seat, but you stopped her.
âNo, no. Iâm okay, really.â You gave her what you hoped to be a reassuring grin instead of a grimace. âThank you for offering, Yaoyorozu, but Iâll be fine.â Before your classmates could respond, you stood from the table and made your way to the exit.
Great, this is just great, you thought as you walked, not really paying attention to where you were going. As soon as I make some friends, I make a fool of myself.
Unbeknownst to you, there was an obstacle in the aisle directly ahead. You were too distracted by your growing inner turmoil to notice the pair of metal chopsticks lying on the ground before you until your foot made contact and slipped out from under you.
It all happened so fast that you couldnât even react.
Time froze as you became weightless, and you felt your body become briefly suspended in the air. Before you could react and rotate your body to prevent yourself from violently banging your head on the tiled floor, gravity took hold and yanked you back down toward the ground. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to witness your classmatesâ reactions to your misfortune.
Great, now Iâm gonna embarrass myself in front of the entire school. Fuck you, chopsticks.
You prepared yourself for the pain of hitting the hard floor but were shocked when you were suddenly wrapped in a chilled warmth. You did slam into a hard surface, but this didnât feel like the cold tile you expected.
âAre you all right?â a voice asked from above. You opened your eyes, only to find yourself captivated by a beautiful graphite and turquoise gaze. Your mouth opened to respond to the inquiry, but you couldnât speak. This strange yet calming gaze hypnotized you, causing the rest of the world to fade into a buzzing silence. You watched as the perfect eyebrows of the owner of those magical eyes furrowed downward at your prolonged silence, the action momentarily drawing your attention.
With your attention span no longer zeroed in on the heterochromatic gaze, the world around you suddenly slammed back into your senses at full force. The volume of your fellow classmatesâ conversations was deafening at first, but your ears grew accustomed once again to zone them out and focus on the person before you.
It took about thirty seconds for the entirety of your current predicament to register within your brain.
You were hanging about ten centimeters off the ground. The only thing keeping you upright and injury-free was Shouto Todorokiâs firm grip on your wrist.
âUm, hello?â the dual-haired teenager once again drew your attention to him. His grip slightly tightened before he tugged you up onto your feet.
âI think you broke her, Icy-Hot.â A rough voice drawled from your peripheral.
The intrusion of the other voice is what finally brought you out of your stunned silence. âNo, Iâm okay. Not broken.â
âDid you hit your head?â Todoroki inquired. He steadied you on your feet but didnât release your wrist from his hold. Katsuki Bakugou was standing off to the side, trying to appear like he wasnât involved with either one of you.
âI-I donât think so.â As you reached down to brush yourself off, you caught a whiff of the unflattering scent of old milk emitting from your clothes. You held back your gag and turned to face Todoroki and Bakugou. âIâm sorry to rush, but I really do need to go.â You gave a quick bow. âThank you for catching me, Todoroki. Bye!â
The two boys watched you sprint away like a bat out of hell. âTâfuck is her problem,â Bakugou muttered. âFuckinâ extra makinâ me late for lunch.â
Todoroki didnât respond to his classmateâs remarks. His lips pursed together as he watched you nearly run into a couple of first years before you disappeared around a corner, out of sight.
âDonâ even think âbout it, Icy-Hot.â Bakugou drawled from beside him. Todoroki cocked an eyebrow, the only sign of emotion on his otherwise indifferent expression. âGettinâ involved with âhat extra will ruin your precious bloodline.â
You tried to forget about the cafeteria incident, but the embarrassing ordeal refused to secede from the forefront of your mind. As you lay in bed that night, your thoughts ran a hundred kilometers a minute, antagonizing and overanalyzing every second of what had happened.
As the night dragged on, your thoughts shifted from the overall event to one single individual: Shouto Todoroki. You knew who he was, of course. You didnât grow up underneath a rock. Yet, you werenât prepared for how much more handsome he was in person than on the news or in photos.
You overanalyzed everything he did in the brief two minutes you were blessed to be in his company, every word he said, and every brief flash of emotion that showed in his heterochromatic eyes. Todoroki had tried to approach you after training in Ground Beta once you had returned from the dorms, but you avoided him, not wanting to face him again so soon after the embarrassing first meeting.
By Sunday, you had begun to forget about your embarrassing cafeteria incident. Your newfound friends didnât bring up the spilled milk, and thankfully, they didnât see you slip on the chopsticks and fall into Shouto Todorokiâs muscular arms. You breathed a sigh of relief when you found out that last part. You didnât want them to think you were a total klutz.
Todoroki may think otherwise.
As you were rounding the corner to walk back up the stairs to head back to your dorm room, Todoroki happened to be walking down. You both turned at the same time and walked straight into each other.
He wasnât fazed by the sudden collision; however, you were taken completely off guard. No matter how strong you may be, suddenly walking into about a hundred kilos of pure muscle would make anyone stumble. While he remained steadily standing, you, on the other hand, fell back onto your ass.
It took about three seconds for the two of you to comprehend what the hell had just happened. You groaned out when pain flashed across your backside.
âMy apologies, I did not see you.â Todoroki said as he offered you a hand. You begrudgingly accepted his assistance, face heating as your super handsome classmate helped you to your feet for the second time in a week.
âThank you,â you bowed your head to him. You brushed away some dust from your sweatpants, finding yourself too shy to look back up.
You felt a firm, yet gentle hand land on your shoulder. You jerked your head upwards to meet Todorokiâs captivating gaze. âAre you injured?â His heterochromatic eyes searched you for any injury, and they glimmered with relief when he found none.
âNo, Iâm okay,â you reassured the male. âI may be a little bruised in the morning, but I will be fine.â Not to mention my bruised ego.
Todoroki hummed in acknowledgment, his hand still resting on your shoulder. His eyes were hyper-fixated on you, leaving you to feel bare under his intense gaze.
You shifted your weight back and forth as the silence between you dragged on for a couple more seconds. âUm, Iââ You cleared your throat. âI should be on my way now. Got things to study, you know.â You told him with an awkward laugh.
You moved to step around him when it became obvious he wasnât going to move. Your movements are what must have shaken him out of his stupor, with him bashfully stepping to the side to allow you access to the stairway.
âRight.â He said as you walked by. âTake care, Y/N.â You startled at his sudden usage of your given name, but nevertheless, you felt oddly relieved. You smiled shyly and bid him goodbye. Nothing else was said between the two of you, but you felt his eyes on you as you walked up the stairs.
I hope he likes cinnamon; you thought as you peered into the oven.
To be fair, you should have considered that before laboring for over two hours making kinako cinnamon cookies from scratchâwhich absolutely failed. Therefore, as a last resort, you were forced to run to the store and buy a box mix.
The he in question?
Shouto Todoroki.
It had been several days since your embarrassing first interaction with the dual-haired male and forty-five hours since your second, literal, run-inânot that you were keeping track, of course.
You wanted to do something nice for him as a way to apologize for your newfound clumsiness and thank him for his assistance in both instances. Your calligraphy skills were not . . . up to par, so to say, by any means, so a handmade thank-you card was off the table, and you highly doubt Todoroki was a flower guy. Not to mention his affluent background, so buying him a gift or offering to take him out to dinner was nullâand way too straightforward for two people who were barely even acquaintances.
Therefore, you were left with only one option: homemade cookies.
Besides, all the old aunties back home always said the quickest way to win anyone over was through food.
âOoooh, something smells amazing!â someone exclaimed from the stairway. Smiling slyly to yourself, you turned away from the oven to the new arrival.
You hadnât interacted much with Rikido Sato save for the casual good morning greetings and thanking him for the delicious red velvet cupcake he baked for you as a welcoming gift to U.A.
âThanks,â you said, grinning at the male.
The combined low mutterings of more approaching classmates brought your and Satoâs attention to the doorway where Mina Ashido, Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, and Hanta Sero were entering the dorm.
âWoah something smells fantastic!â Kaminari said, gazing into the kitchen in hopes of spotting the source of the delicious scent.
âYeah, it does!â Kirishima agreed.
âOh my gosh, what is it?â Ashido asked as she walked over. Her eyes lit up when she spotted you. âL/N! Did you make something?â
âI did.â You confirmed with a slight nod. âIâm making kinako cinnamon cookies.â
âOooooh, yummy!â the pinkette exclaimed as she bounced over to peer into the oven. Your other classmates quickly joined her, all of them staring into the soft, golden light of the oven with stars in their eyes.
âThey look so good!â Kaminari was practically drooling at the tawny treats. At that moment, the timer went off with a soft ting! You politely shooed your classmates back as you pulled a hand towel over your hands.
âStep back, everyone,â you warned as you opened the oven door. âTheyâre going to be hot.â You carefully reached in and grabbed the cooking tray, cautiously sliding it off the rack and fully into your cloth-covered hands. Despite taking precautions, you hissed as the hot aluminum seeped through the towel and made contact with your flesh. As quickly as you could without dropping the pan of cookies, you turned and set it down on the kitchen island.
âThese look delicious!â
âWoah, man, they look amazing!â
âI bet they taste as scrumptious as they loââ
You zoned out the boysâ compliments as you moved to the sink and turned on the tap.
âL/N, are you okay?â Ashido asked as she followed you. Her question caught the other's attention, and they, too, turned to watch you quizzingly.
âYes, Iâm fine.â Your response ended with a wince as your skin made contact with the cool water.
âHere, let me see,â Ashido gestured to your hand. With your permission, she took your wrist with gentle fingers and held it up for you both to inspect. Your skin was reddened slightly, but it wasnât anything serious. You let out a sigh of relief. âItâs not serious, thankfully, but we should still put some burn cream on it just in case,â Ashido advised as she turned off the tap.
You nodded your head again and followed the pink-haired girl as she went to retrieve the first-aid kit. Before you walked too far from the kitchen, you shouted over your shoulder to your classmates, âPlease donât eat the cookies, boys! They are still hot and are for someone special!â
There was a noticeable delay in response to your warning. After a pregnant pause, there was a muffled, âokamph!â in response. You were about to turn around and make sure that they werenât eating your treats, but Ashido calling your name changed your plans.
âLetâs fix you up, yeah?â She said as you both entered the girls' bathroom. Ashido gestured for you to sit on the counter while she dug through the first-aid kit for burn cream.
âThank you, Ashido,â you said a few moments later as she lightly applied the cream to the worst of the reddening. Your skin wasnât blistering, which was a good sign, but it was beginning to ache.
âNo problem,â she replied. She began to gently rub the cream into your skin, mindful of the sore spots. She beamed at you as she said, âAnd you can just call me Mina. We are friends!â
You smiled at her. âOkay, Mina.â The two of you were silent for a couple of minutes as Mina continued to dress your burns.
âSo,â she started, breaking the silence. âWho did you make the cookies for?â
You sharply inhaled. âW-what? What do you mean?â You tried to play it off by playing dumb, but Mina gave you an are you kidding me look.
âDonât play that game with me, girl.â She scolded you. âSo, tell me, who is this âspecial someoneâ?â
You let out a heavy sigh, dropping your shoulders in defeat. âOne of our classmates. . .â You trailed off, turning away from the pinkette, and absentmindedly twirling a strand of hair around your finger.
Minaâs eyes lit up and her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. âOh my God, seriously?!?â She squealed. You turned to face her again. âGirl, you absolutely gotta tell me! Who is it?!â She went to grab ahold of your hands but stopped herself when she remembered your injury. âSorry.â
âItâs okay.â You said. âBut, um, Iââ You hesitated, searching for the right words, but you couldnât find them. âIâm sorry, but I canât.â You said, barely above a whisper, turning away from your classmate once more in embarrassment.
Mina leaned back, taken by surprise by your change of tone. She studied you for a few seconds, her expression falling when she saw the look on your face; the clenching of your jaw.
âItâs okay, girl,â she reassured you. She set the roll of bandages down on the counter as she finished wrapping your hand. âYou donât have to tell me who your crush is if you donât want to.â
You whipped back around to face her, eyes wide. âC-crush?!â you stammered out. âW-what?! I donât have a crush! I never said I did.â you explained.
âYeah, sure,â Mina smirked at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. âYou wouldnât of baked cookies for them if you didnât like them.â
âUm, because Iâm nice?â you asked with a lilt in your voice. Mina does have a point, though, you thought.
Mina laughed. âYeah, sure. Letâs go with that.â
A couple of minutes later, you and the pinkette exited the bathroom, laughing over something Mina had said. Your hand had been expertly wrapped and treated with some burn cream. Your injury didnât even hurt anymore, but you were still going to check in tomorrow with Recovery Girl as a precaution.
As you rounded the corner to go back into the kitchen, you stopped dead in your tracks as your eyes fell to the now-empty pan where twenty cookies sat not even ten minutes ago. Mina stopped next to you, and you could see her giving you a questionable look, but you didnâtâcouldnâtâacknowledge her. You just stared blankly at the pan, trying to process what you were seeing.
What the hell? you thought.
âAh, man,â a voice drawled out. You slowly turned towards the source; Denki Kaminari. He was lounging against the counter as he rubbed his stomach for emphasis. âThose cinnamon kinako cookies were delicious!â Your brain blanked out when you heard that, the organ pathetically trying to comprehend and respond to the current situation.
âYouâre telling me!â Kirishima piped up from beside the blond. Sero and Sato voiced their agreement from where they were seated on the couches. âThey really hit the spot after the day I had.â The redhead noticed you and Mina. âHey, guys, welcome back!â he greeted with a wave, a broad smile overtaking his features. âHowâs your hand?â
You did not formulate an answer right away, your brain still processing the crumbled remains of your cookies. Your delay didnât go unnoticed by the others, but before they could question it, Mina came to your rescue.
âItâs okay! Y/N is alright, nothing major.â She informed them. Kirishimaâs gaze left you to focus on the pinkette by your side, but Kaminariâs remained transfixed on your blank expression.
âOh, well, thatâs great to hear! I was worriedââ
âBut you should be ashamed!â Mina cut the redhead off, tone sharp as a blade. âAll of you.â
âWhatâ?â
âMina, whyâ?â
Kirishima and Kaminari spoke at once, their voices clashing, but the pinkette interrupted them once more.
âY/N didnât make those cookies for you.â She said. âShe made them for someone special, yet you guys ate them even after she told you not to.â She just about bit the last part out. The boys gaped at Mina, her scolding catching them by surprise.
âIs that true?â Sato asked, rising from the couch to approach you. Everyone fixated their attention on you, waiting for a response.
You hesitated at the sudden limelight, and also in shyness. When you originally set out to bake the kinako cookies for Todoroki, you didnât expect them to 1.) burn your hand and 2.) for them to be eaten by others. Even though you were upset, you didnât want the others to be ashamed or scolded. But they did eat them after I told them not to, you thought, pondering your next move.
After a few moments, you squared your shoulders and steadily said, âYes. I . . . made them for somebody.â At your words, the roomâs atmosphere soured. The boysâ shoulders slumped as they realized their mistake.
âShoot, L/N, Iâm sorry,â Kaminari said, stepping forward to gently grab your uninjured hand and bow.
âYeah,â Kirishima added, scratching the back of his neck and looking away slightly. âThat wasnât really manly of us.â
âYeah, sorry,â Sero intoned, looking sheepish.
Sato came to stand in front of you next to Kaminari, who still had a gentle hold of your hand. âIâll be more than happy to remake the cookies for you.â He said. âIf you want that, of course.â
You smiled, though it was closed-lipped. âThank you, Sato, but not today.â He bowed his head.
Suddenly, the front doors slammed open, startling the six of you. You all watched, shell-shackedâyou did, at leastâas a fuming Bakugou stepped inside, loudly exclaiming, âI had âhat dumbass villain handled! Damn Sidekick extra jusâ had to step ân andââ He noticed your little group gaping at him. âThe hell âre ya fools lookinâ at?â As the words left his mouth, the other two members of the infamous U.A. trio entered as well.
âKacchan,â Izuku Midoriya said, trying to placate the explosive male. âHe was just trying to . . .â The rest of his sentence fizzled into the background as the entirety of your attention span landed on Shouto Todoroki.
It had already been well-established that the youngest Todoroki son was even more handsome in person, but seeing him in his Hero costume did things to you. Your mouth almost dropped open to gawk at his god-like appearance, but you clenched your jaw tightly shut to avoid that catastrophe. Despite that, you were pretty positive your eyes were as wide as saucers, greedily taking every inch of him in as if it were the last time you would see him.
I should sue him for the cost of my medical bills when I develop heart palpitations, you thought.
âShut the hell up, ya stupid nerd.â Bakugou snapped at a sputtering Midoriya, drawing your attention once more. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.
âIs he always this angry?â you asked under your breath; half-serious, half-rhetorical.
âOh, yeah,â Mina confirmed, voice just as low.
Sero snickered from his post next to Sato. âYou get used to it after a while,â he reassured you.
One of Kirishimaâs blinding smiles makes its appearance once again. âKatsukiâs always been passionate about, well, everything.â He told you, not bothering to lower his voice. âItâs who he is. We love him regardless.â
Sato chimed in with, âPlatonically.â The boys snickered and Mina rolled her eyes, yet there was a small smile playing on her lips.
âEven though his sour attitude can be harsh and lowkey over the top,â Kaminari began, eyes shining with mischief. âIt sure makes him fun to mess with!â Your companions groaned in exasperation and started to voice their reservations.
âNo, Denki. Leave him beââ Mina urged him.
âAwe, come on, man. Donâtââ
âHeyy~ Katsuki,â Kaminari crooned, rocking back on his heels as the pale blondâs attention zeroed in on him. Kirishima and Sato facepalmed. âWhy have trouble catching a âdumbass villainâ?â he teased. âBad day? Your head not in the game?â The hair on your arms rose to attention as an electric charge swept the room, putting everyone on edge. Kaminariâs baiting also drew the attention of the explosive maleâs companions. Your eyes briefly met captivating graphite and turquoise, eliciting a sharp gasp to leave your lungs.
âYouâre gonna regret the day you were born, dumbass!â Bakugou bellowed, pointing an accusatory finger at the electric blond, snapping your attention from the hypnotizing gaze. You fully expected him to charge the male, already taking a cautionary step back, but instead of explosions ripping apart the building, Bakugou grunted and moved towards the showers.
Mina turned to the blond and shouted, âNow why did you do that, Denki? You know better than to rile Katsuki up like that!â
Kirishima dragged a large hand down his face before running it through his unruly red locks. âIâll go check on him,â he announced before jogging after the sandy-blond. You were at a loss for words as you continued to watch your classmates scold a shit-grinning Kaminari, not even the tiniest bit remorseful for his teasing of Bakugou.
âPlease donât take Kacchanâs rashness to heart.â A new voice piped up. You turned to meet the electric green gaze of none other than Izuku Midoriya, the new generationâs proclaimed Symbol of Peace. âIâm s-sorry, I donât think we have properly met. Iâve been in and out of campus latelyâwith missions and such.â He practically skipped over to stand in front of you. He smiled brightly as he gently took your hands in his large, calloused ones. âIâm Izuku Midoriya. Iâm so happy you are here at U.A.!â he excitedly exclaimed, lightly squeezing your entwined hands. You couldnât hide your wince and small gasp of pain as Midoriya unknowingly squeezed your burns. The green-haired male let go of your hands so fast as if he was the one burned instead of you, eyes growing wide. âOh my gosh, are you okay?!â he asked, noticing the bandages wrapped tightly around your hand. Midoriyaâs frenzy caught the other's attention, and all eyes were on you yet again.
The tips of your ears grew hot at the unwavering attention from the Heroes-in-trainingâespecially from a certain icy-hot male who made your heart falter in its beating. âY-yeah, Iâm f-fine.â You stuttered as you met each of your classmate's gazes, trying to reassure them of your stability.
âWhat happened?â Todoroki inquired, eyes hawkishly zeroed in on your face.
âU-um, well . . .â you trailed off, words fading from your brain as you slightly cowered under his unwavering attention. âIââ
âShe burned herself while baking kinako cookies,â Sero spoke for you, having caught onto your growing anxiousness. You didnât miss Todorokiâs eyes narrowing at the black-haired maleâs words. Sato and Kaminari made noises of agreement, the blond absentmindedly rubbing his stomach in content.
Midoriyaâs eyes shined. âReally? You did?!â He looked behind you to the kitchen, eyes searching for the aforementioned treats. âWhere are they?â he asked when he didnât spot any, only a plate littered with crumbs. He turned his attention back to you. You opened your mouth to answer, but a wave of shame overcame you as your eyes once again met those of the one you had made the cookies for.
Mina noticed your hesitation, giving you a knowing look as she answered for you. âThe three idiots to your left ate them all,â she said with a little bite to her words, glaring daggers at the culprits. âAfter they were specifically told not to.â She reaffirmed. The boys shuddered at the reminder of their disobedience. The pinkette turned her attention back to the green-haired and dual-haired males. âI patched her up, though. The burns are minor.â
Midoriya nodded his head in understanding. âYou should still see Recovery Girl,â he instructed, unashamedly expressing his concern for someone he had just properly met. âAt least let her take a look at it.â
âIâm going to stop by to see her in the morning,â you reassured him, words coming back now that your mind was a little clear. His shoulders slumped in relief.
âYou should rest, Y/N.â Todorokiâs searing gaze trailed over your form, calculating eyes searching for any additional outward signs of injury or discomfort. âAfter suffering an injury, no matter how insignificant, rest is important.â He softly chided.
âR-right.â You stammered out, at a loss for how else to respond to your handsome classmate's concern other than compliance. A wave of exhaustion washed over you at that moment. Your feet stumbled as you became lightheaded for a split second. You noticed the dual-haired male take a step towards you, catching onto your sudden exhaustion, but you quickly rightened yourself. âThank you, Todoroki.â Youâre not exactly sure why you thanked him, or what for. His concern, perhaps? He subtly nodded as you turned from the small group, breathlessly mumbling some sort of farewell and something about retiring to your room for the rest of the day.
The others muttered their goodbyes as you made your way to the stairwell.
As you walked up the stairs, head hung low, your throat began to burn and your vision began to blur with tears. The first one fell when you reached your floor, quickly followed by a couple more. You wiped them away, sniffing, as you made your way to your door. You didnât react to the sudden presence next to you and the weight draped around your shoulders.
Mina didnât say anything, only traced comforting circles into your back as tears flowed freely down your cheeks.
The next day, you and your classmates were gathered outside Gym Gamma for an impromptu training session. You were surprised that Class 3-A still regularly trained together, but in your defense, that assumption came from someone who didnât have many options when it came to sparing partners up until your transferâa major shortcoming in retrospect.
âToday we are working on âlast standâ combat.â Mr. Aizawa drawled in his natural I Donât Give A Fuck tone. âClose-quarter combat in which a violent assailant has obtained the upper hand and corners you in an attempt to defeat you.â He proceeded to explain the instructions of the training exercise and pair the students into groups of four who would take turns being the Heroes and the assailants.
âMidoriya will be with Jirou.â Mr. Aizawa intoned, briefly glancing at the two students to confirm they heard. âTodoroki will be with L/N.â Your muscles stiffened when you heard that. Your heart began to race as you watched the red-and-white-haired male make his way over to you.
âH-hi,â you greeted him, giving a soft smile.
âHello,â he said, politely inclining his head. âI look forward to working with you.â
âSame here.â You said before facing forward once more as the first group began their round. You and Todoroki observed the match in silence, with you paying extra attention to your classmatesâ movements and taking mental notes of how they incorporated their Quirks into hand-to-hand combat.
The sound of approaching footsteps drew your attention. Expecting the new additions to be Ochako and Asui, you turned to greet them with a warm smile but paused when instead of your friends, Midoriya and Kyoka Jirou were standing next to you, both with warm expressions on their faces.
âHi!â Midoriya greeted with a wide smile and a small wave. âIâm excited for this training exercise! Itâs going to be so cool to see everyoneâs improvement with hand-to-hand combat over the break! And any new moves! Or Quirk Awakenings! Orââ You had a hard time keeping up with what he was saying as it turned into a stuttering rant as he went on about each individualâs Quirk.
The rumors were true regarding his ramblings, you mused to yourself, wondering how long he could go on for before a small hand on his shoulder made him take pause.
âMidoriya,â Jirou intoned. âCalm down.â His cheeks flushed a bright red. He began laughing nervously while absentmindedly rubbing the back of his neck.
âS-sorry,â he said, shyfully.
âItâs okay,â you reassured him. âI agree with your stance, though. Observing others' skills is an effective way to improve your own. Get an idea or two.â You turned your attention back to the ongoing training, taking mental notes of your classmatesâ fighting stances and their defensive moves, trying to get a better understanding of the why behind them. You pulled a small item from your jacket pocket, absentmindedly rubbing it between your thumb and forefinger. The movement caught Midoriyaâs attention.
âWhat is that?â he asked, green eyes alight with curiosity.
âWhat? This?â You held up your good luck charm; a small, pink parrot keychain from a popular cartoon series you had won years ago at one of your hometownâs summer festivals. It was lucky because at the moment, while little you were trying to win, your Quirk had manifested. âItâs my good luck charm,â you explained the pink parrotâs value to you.
âOh, cool!â Midoriya exclaimed. âYou know, I used to have a good luck charmâit was my super rare exclusive All Might trading card! First edition!â His eyes shined as he reminisced. âI would bring it with me everywhere! Even Kacchanââ
âDeku,â drawled a low voice from the other side of your gathered class. The temperature fell as Bakugouâs vermillion eyes narrowed onto Midoriya. âDonât say another word.â
âHeâs such a fanboy.â Jirou chuckled, fondness seeping into her voice. Midoriya smiled sheepishly, not bothering even to try to deny the label. You spent the time until your groupâs turn getting to know the two, quickly finding out that you and Jirou share the same taste in music; vowing to swap playlists after class. You were so caught up in your conversation that you almost forgot about Todoroki's presence, if not for the awareness of a body next to you. His chilled warmth seeped into your muscles, causing you to relax one moment, and tense up another.
âAre you all right?â he softly inquired, spying your tensed posture.
âYeah, Iâm good.â You replied, softly smiling but it didnât reach your eyes. âJust a lilâ nervous, is all.â
Todoroki frowned slightly, not understanding how you could be experiencing anxiousness. âWhâ?â
âOh yeah!â Midoriya suddenly interjected. âThis is going to be your first time demonstrating your Quirk, huh?â he asked you. âOr at least this is gonna be the first time I will see it. What is it again? Objectânoâum, yeah, anyway I bet it is awesome!â His eyes still shined with his enthusiasm and curiosity. âSometime you gotta let me ask you about it! I have so many! Does it work like Ochakoâs Zero Gravity? Or Yaoyorozuâs Creation?â
You couldnât help but give a small laugh at his eagerness. You had never met someone as enthusiastic about Quirks as Izuku Midoriya. It was kind of refreshing to interact with someone as passionate as he was.
âKind of,â you began, silently pondering over what you know of the brunetteâs Quirk and comparing it to your own. âOchako and I have the same limitations when it comes to the weight of an object, but besides that, our Quirks are different.â Your Quirk was object manipulation; you could telepathically manipulate objects within a certain range. To you, your Quirk wasnât all thatâwasnât anything unique by any meansâbut to others, you were seen as a powerful goddess. âTo be honest, Iâm lacking in hand-to-hand combat skills.â You sheepishly smiled.
âReally?â Midoriya asked, blinking in shock. âI thought your previous school would have prepared you for all types of situations.â Jirou nodded her agreement with the green-haired male. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Shouto continue to observe you with a calculating expression on his face.
âUnfortunately, no.â You shrugged. âTheir curriculum was more focused on improving the individualâs Quirk than learning how to fight without it.â
âOh, wow,â Jirou said. âThat could put you at a great disadvantage down the line.â
You nodded. âYeah, I know. Thatâs whyââ You were cut off by Mr. Aizawa calling for your group to begin your training round. âWelp, this is it, I guess.â You chuckled nervously.
Midoriya gave you a reassuring smile. âYouâll do great!â he said, giving you a thumbs-up accompanied by a warm smile.
âDo your best,â Jirou added before moving towards the training pitch.
You started to follow, but a cool hand on your shoulder made you pause, shivering softly. You turned to find Todoroki giving you an expectant look. âYouâll do fine,â he said, confidently. He looked as if he put his entire faith in you. âIâll be by your side the entire time.â
You felt a surge of confidence fill you at his words. You gave him a determined look. âRight,â you said. âWe got this.â
You swear up and down his eyes twinkled when he looked at you, but it could have been a trick of the light. âYou got this.â He replied, softly. The two of you walked into the pitch together, side by side.
The training went . . . not terrible, but it could have been better on your end.
Todoroki, Midoriya, and Jirou were amazing. Even without using their Quirks, they each were a force to be reckoned with. You were captivated by how swiftly they movedâas if they were ballerinas performing Danse des Petits Cygnes.
You werenât on the same level as them and the rest of Class 3-A. You knew that, and you acknowledged it, but to see and be confronted by it so bluntly in person made you feel a whole other level of embarrassment and shame. You werenât weak by any means, you could hold your own in a fight for some time, but not like your classmates couldâand had.
Perhaps that is what separates you from your classmates. They have battle experience. Hell, they fought in a fucking war for crying out loud while you were on the other side of the country, guarding civilian shelters. You were fortunate not to see much bloodshed, but maybe that brought you to a disadvantage against these future Heroes surrounding you.
The horn had sounded as Jirou pinned you in the dirt for the sixth time, signaling the end of the round. You heard the sounds of Midoriya and Todorokiâs scuffling come to a halt from somewhere off to your left as Jirou lifted herself off of you. She offered you a hand as you began to rise from the ground. You accepted her extended hand with a grimace as the muscles in your back burned.
âNice work.â Mr. Aizawa said as the four of you approached. âYou performed adequately,â he addressed Jirou, Todoroki, and Midoriya. He turned to you. âYou, not so much.â
You flinched as the words landed home. Damn, you thought, but heâs not wrong. You had naively allowed yourself to believe that Eraserhead wouldnât call out your inferiority, at least in front of others. Then again, he was Eraserheadâinfamous for his bluntness and apathy.
âYour skills are greatly lacking in hand-to-hand combat,â he continued. âI havenât seen somebody so physically inadequate since your classmates were first years. Coming from another Hero Course, especially one with its reputation, itâs to be expected that youâre not up to par with your new classmates, but I didnât think it would be this bad.â As he spoke, he never broke eye contact with you, scrutinizing you. Even with one eye, his unrelenting gaze made you feel as if he could see every minuscule detail about you. âBased on the performance I saw today, it was a mistake to put you in this class.â
You heard a gasp from one of your classmates; its owner unknown. You gulped down your shame and remained silent. You had a feeling Aizawa wasnât finished with you.
âFrom here on out, I expect you to train harder and push yourself further than anyone else. Extra training, extra classesâanything that will make you catch up.â His eye narrowed. âIf I do not see substantial improvement in one month, you will be expelled. No exceptions.â
Your eyes widened, but your shock did not stop you from replying. âYes, sir.â You said, keeping your tone neutral as you mulled over his words. Although extreme, I understand the reason for Mr. Aizawaâs methods, you thought. Heâs right though. Iâm far from even scrapping the level these guys are on. I need to be more disciplined and work even harder if I want to stand on equal ground with my classmates. Resolve made, you promised, âI will go Plus Ultra!â
âYaass, Y/N!â Mina cheered. âWoohoo!â
Aizawa didnât say anything else to you, promptly dismissing the class. Midoriya praised your performance and commented on his wish to sit down and talk in-depth with you regarding your Quirk. You promptly accepted his request, telling him you would let him know when you were free. He smiled before walking off to join Iida and Ochako.
âIf it means anything,â a voice suddenly intoned from behind you. You spun around, having not sensed the person's approach. You werenât all that surprised to find Todoroki there, softly regarding you. âI think you did well.â
You scoffed but smiled softly. âThank you, but you donât have to patronize me. I have a lot of work to do if I want to catch up.â
âYou will,â he declared, before quickly clarifying, âCatch up. Especially with my help.â
You furrowed your brows. âExcuse me?â
âShould I repeat myself?â he inquired, his heterochromatic eyes swimming in mirth. âI will assist you in your training and classes.â
You didnât respond right away, regarding him with suspicion. You waited for him to name a condition for his help, but when he offered none, you relaxed. âThank you, Todoroki.â You inclined your head. âI greatly appreciate it.â
âShouto,â he corrected.
You blinked at him, taken aback. âWhat?â
âShouto,â he reiterated. âYou may call me Shouto. We are friends, are we not?â
You gaped at him for a moment, processing his words. âYe-yeah!â you said a little too loudly. âWe are friends, Shouto.â
The small smile that graced his lips lit up your entire world and caused your heart to speed up, pounding almost painfully against your ribcage. âMeet me here tomorrow after class.â He instructed.
âTomorrow.â You repeated in confirmation.
His smile grew a little wider. âSee you then, Y/N.â He said before turning on his heel and strolling away. You watched him go in a daze, in disbelief of what just occurred.
âOooooooo, Y/Nâs gotta date!â
You shrieked at the sudden voice and spun around for a second time to find Mina standing there, hunched over laughing at your reaction.
âMina!â you shrieked, placing a hand over your heart. âYou scared the shit outta me!â
She continued to laugh. âSorry,â she said once her laughter died down. âYou were so entranced with Todoroki that you didnât even realize I was here!â
âOh, yeah right.â You responded, playfully rolling your eyes. The two of you began to walk to the dorm. âI wasnât entranced with him.â
The pinkette gave you a look of disbelief, an eyebrow raised. âYeah, sure,â she retorted. âYou can lie to yourself all you want, but you ainât lying to me.â
You scoffed but didnât attempt to refute her claims. You put your hands in your pockets and looked to the ground, lost in thought. Mina didnât say anything else, allowing you both to walk in silence.
The next afternoon, you met Shouto at the training grounds outside Gym Gamma for your first tutored training session. He regarded you kindly as you slowly approached, suddenly feeling quite bashful.
âThank you for offering to do this, Shouto.â You said when you arrived. âIt really means a lot. I donât know how Iâm going to repay you.â
âThereâs no need for repayment.â He softly responded. âI volunteered to assist you. Therefore, no repayment of any sort is necessary.â
âAre you sure?â you asked. âI donât want to inconvenience youââ
His soft call of your name made your next words die in your throat. âI assure you, this is fine.â He said. âYour company and attention are substantial enough.â You felt your face warm at his admission. Shouto gestured towards the training pit. âShall we begin?â
He started by teaching you some stretches that are supposed to help decrease sudden muscle spasms and strengthen them. Afterward, he had you show him the little knowledge you had of hand-to-hand combat to gain an idea of where you stand in regard to U.A. training. Once you had demonstrated the few kicks and different styles of punching you knew, you turned to judge Shoutoâs impression.
Your breath caught at what you saw.
His handsome features remained stoically blank for the most part, but the pursing of his lips and slight furrowing of his brows spoke a different tale. He grumbled something under his breath that sounded a lot like they didnât prepare you at all, but you werenât one hundred percent sure.
âShouto?â you inquired, voice slightly uneven as your mouth formed the syllables of his name. âIs everything alright?â
His beautiful eyes snapped to yours, and once again you were frozen by the intensity with which he looked at you. His gaze was calculating, and you could just about see the cogs turning in his brain as he silently regarded you. A couple long moments later, his lips parted on an exhale and he finally addressed you.
âWe have a lot of work to do.â He declared. âBut we already knew that.â You slowly nodded your head, curious as to where he would be going with this conversation. âThankfully, youâre not completely helpless,â he intoned dryly. âEven though you donât have many skills regarding physical, non-Quirk combat, I have identified several places where we can start, correct, and then build on.â
You steadied yourself, resolve firmer than ever before. You declared, âIâm ready.â
Shouto gave a quick, but detailed, overview of his plans for your âtraining tutoringâ, you referred to your sessions as. He was going to teach you everything he thought you should knowâwhich was everything he knewâin order to successfully become a Hero people could rely on.
The two of you began by improving your physique. You joined him on his early morning run along with Midoriya and Bakugou, who welcomed you with contrasting fervor. When you met for your afternoon training, you would run five kilometers before learning various grades of combat moves, and then concluding your time together by sparring.
It was established early on that neither of you would use your Quirks during your tutoring as the two of you were well-adapted to your respective Quirksâand the strict rules regarding their usage.
For the next several weeks, you worked tirelessly on your training, and your dedication and hard work paid off. At your end-of-the-month assessment, Aizawa was pleased by your rapid and exceptional improvement and announced you could stay at U.A. He also informed you that it was never his intention to expel you in the first place, but nevertheless, he was impressed by your efforts.
You and Shouto continued to grow closer as time went by. You still had your training tutoring sessions in the afternoons, and you became a regular on his early morning runs. You even hung out outside of class and training; preparing pre-workout meals and drinks together, and various study sessions at all hours of the day and night. Once, you even packed him a small canister of his favorite brand of soba noodles for lunch one of the weekends he was interning at his fatherâs Agency. When he came back to the dorm after his shift, he made a beeline for you and promptly informed you that from then on out, you would be solely responsible for packing his lunches.
âNow why would I do that?â you implored. You crossed your arms, awaiting his response. âAre you gonna pay me?â
Shouto slowly blinked at you in the way a cat would. âWhy would I compensate you for an action you chose to do?â
You had no retort for that.
As you spent more time together, you noticed some changes. Shouto would stare at you for seemingly no reason, and whenever you called him out on it, he feigned innocence. He also sought you out more often, insisting on walking to your next class or to and from the dorm by your side. He even began to occupy you on your shopping runs, dutifully holding your bags for you. And whenever you would thank or compliment him, his whole demeanor would light up as if Aphrodite herself had shown favor towards him.
You werenât any better, though.
If Shouto would do so much as even blink in your general direction, your heart would soar and butterflies would take flight in your stomach. At first, you brushed it off as nerves for being the subject of the Shouto Todorokiâs attention, but you were in denial, not wanting to admit what was actually occurring. Looking back, you realized that deep down, you had known all along what was happening, but at the time, you werenât ready to admit itâto yourself and him.
Regardless of your rebuttals and lack of admission, you were falling for your dual-haired classmate, hard and fast, and there wasnât anything you could do about it.
3 months later . . .
âY/N! Itâs starting! Youâre gonna miss it!â Ochako shouted from the couches, the other girls of Class 3-A surrounding her, all dressed in comfortable loungewear. It was the class's annual Girlâs Movie Night, which was held every couple of months. Tooru told you earlier that week that they would like to have it more often, like once a month, but given their hectic and ever-changing schedules, the girls had to settle for every few months. They took turns who got to pick out the movie. It was Minaâs turn this time. True to her nature, she selected an early 2000s chick flick set in the States.
âHold on, wait for me!â you hollered back as you finished pouring the freshly popped popcorn into a large bowl, a few kernels spilling out as you whirled on your heels to sprint into the living area. You nearly tripped over Jirouâs legs as you practically threw yourself towards the last remaining free spot on the couch.
âAh, sorry!â you exclaimed as you settled yourself into the cushions, checking over Jirou and your popcorn bowl. âDid I miss anything?â
âNo, itâs just starting,â Momo said, taking a sip from her cup of tea as the opening credits began to roll.
âOoh, this is one of my all-time favorite movies!â Mina squealed next to you. âHave you ever seen it before?â she asked.
You hummed, acknowledging her question. You thought hard, trying to recall if youâve ever seen the characters on the screen before. âIâm not sure,â you said. âI donât think so.â
The pinkette gasped aloud and theatrically placed a hand on her chest, sprawling backward. âY/N! You wound me!â
Across the room, Tooru piped up from her spot next to Asui. âHow could you not have?! Itâs only one of the greatest movies ever made!â
âOh, Iâm not so sure about that,â Ochako interjected. âGonna have to disagree.â You expected them to start arguing back and forth over what is truly the greatest movie ever made, like your friends back home would have done, but they donât. Mina stuck her tongue out at Ochako before turning back to the movie.
You all watched the movie in relative silence, save for the light background noise of popcorn moving around in a bowl and slurping from a now-empty straw. It was nice, peaceful; a well-deserved and appreciated respite from the grinding hustle of being Pro-Heroes-in-training.
âJust confess already!â Jirou shouted at the screen as the main character allowed another opportunity for them to confess their feelings for their classmate slip through their fingers. âGosh!â A corner of your mouth curled at her irritation. A few grumbles of agreement sounded from the others as the movie continued playing.
You had to stifle your laughter as the main characters continued to pine after one another, completely oblivious to the otherâs growing feelings. I canât believe there are actually people in the world who are like them, you silently mused. Itâs so obvious they like each other. I canât believe they donât see it.
âUgh, the anticipation and pining is killing me!â Tooru cried out, her slippers moving frantically in the air as she kicked her legs.
Asui raised a brow. âI thought youâve seen this movie before?â
âWell, yeah, I have,â the invisible female said. âBut the suspense still gets to me!â
âIt is quite intense.â Ochako agreed. âI hope they confess soon. It hurts to see them think the other doesnât return their feelings.â
âI donât understand how they cannot.â You admitted, shrugging your shoulders. The girls turned to look at you as you continued, âI mean, theyâre so obvious.â
âYeah, itâs kinda annoying at this point,â Jirou mumbled.
Mina snickered. âY/N, as if youâre one to talk.â
You gave her a questioning look, eyebrows furrowing. âWhat do you mean by that?â
âOh, come on. Youâre so obvious, too, with your crushââ
You cut her off, âI do not have a crush.â
âYou have a crush?â Asui asked. You and Mina responded at the same time.
âNo, I donât.â
âYes, she does.â
âWhat is this about?â Momo inquired, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie.
âNothiââ you began but was swiftly interrupted by the pinkette next to you.
âY/N has a crush on Todoroki!â
The girls gasped and gapped at you, eyes wide.
âI do not!â You said, face burning as you tried to mitigate the situation. âWeâre not like that!â
âOh my.â You thought you heard Momo say under her breath, but you couldnât really hear since Tooru started shrieking with glee.
âYou guys would be the cutest couple!â she exclaimed, jumping up from her spot on the couch and racing over to pull you into a tight embrace.
âI mean, it does make sense given they spend so much time together.â Ochako mused, a finger on her chin as she considered the situation.
Asui jumped on the bandwagon with, âOh they are definitely into each other.â
âOne hundred percent,â Mina agreed.
âGirl, you gotta spill the tea!â Tooru exclaimed as she pulled away. âTell us everything!â The others voiced their agreement.
âI do admit, I am curious as to how this relationship came to be,â Momo vocalized, setting her tea cup down onto its saucer. âThat is if the two of you have gotten that far into your companionship.â
You blinked at the midnight-black-haired woman, shock clouding your brain for a moment as you processed her words. âUm, n-no. We arenât in any type of r-romantic relationship.â You clarified, but immediately you could tell certain people thought your answer was complete horse poop. âWe arenât!â
âRegardless, you guys are pretty close,â Ochako interjected. âIâve seen the way you look at him.â
Jirou nodded in agreement. âAnd all the extra training you do together.â
âThe early morning runs,â Asui added.
âOkay, okay,â you threw your hands up in a placating manner. âI understand what you guys are trying to get at, but youâre wrong.â
Mina came to stand beside you, giving you a knowing look. âGirl, Y/N,â she began. âYou can try with all your might to deny it, but itâs obvious what is really going on between you and Shouto.â She placed a delicate hand on your shoulder. âAnd I know you know it, too.â
You stared at the pinkette, pondering her and the otherâs words. You wanted to continue denying what they were saying, but you were getting tired of denying your feelings to yourself. You slumped your shoulders, the tension leaving your body as you resolved to come clean with the truthâto yourself and your friends, besides a certain dual-haired male. âAlright, fine.â You let out a heavy sigh, mentally preparing yourself for their reaction to your next statement. âI like him a little.â You confessed, looking at the floor, too afraid to meet any of their gazes.
The room was dead silent for two breaths before Mina erupted in choking laughter. ââA littleâ? Yeah RIGHT!â She laughed so hard that tears began to stream down her pink cheeks. After she managed to calm down a bit, she turned to face you fully, laying a hand on your knee. âGirl, youâre lying to yourself.â She told you, tone light yet serious. âWe have all seen the way you look at Shoutoââ the others nod in confirmation. ââand your eyes tell it all.â
You flinched as embarrassment flooded you. âIs it really that obvious?â you asked. You turned to the others to gauge their reactions. âAm I?â They all nodded.
âDefinitely.â
âFor sure.â
âWe could see it from a mile away.â
You gasped. âOh my,â you covered your face with your hands. âDo you think Shouto knows?â
âI doubt so,â Momo said. âShouto is quite intelligent and a formidable force to be reckoned with, but as Iâm sure youâre aware, his experience and understanding of social concepts and cues are fairly limited.â
âIn other words,â Jirou interjected. âHeâs none the wiser.â
You released a sigh of relief. At least he doesnât think Iâm a psycho stalker or something.
âHey, give him some credit, guys,â Ochako remarked. âTodorokiâs more aware than heâs given credit for.â
âMoving on,â Mina said. âHave you thought about confessing your feelings to him?â
You crossed your arms over your chest, shamefully looking away. âNo. . .â
âWhat?!â
âReally?!â Tooru shouted. âBut heâs so hot!â The sleeves of her shirt crossed in front of her. âI would do anything to be his girlfriend.â
You laughed. âWhile you are correct about his handsomeness, I donât even know where I would begin or how I would confess.â
âYour feelings are valid, Y/N,â Asui assured you. âConfessing oneâs feelings for another is a life-changing occurrence.â
âYou gotta do it before graduation in a couple months, though,â Ochako added. âIf not, then you may never get another chance to do so.â
âWhy do you say that?â you asked. âAs Pros, wouldnât we work together often? Why does it need to be before we graduate and turn Pro?â
âPossibly, but with our chosen line of work, there is always a possibility. . .â she trailed off with a grimace.
You understood immediately. âOh.â
âAlthough rare in the line of duty, it does happen.â Momo said. âI wouldnât worry about that though, but I agree with Ochako.â
âPlus,â Mina began, mischief glowing in her eyes. âIf the two of you get together before you make your Pro Hero debut to the world, you wouldnât have to worry about him falling in love with some random civilian he rescues on the street or another Pro.â
You nodded. âYou have a point.â
âEither way, I think it will all work out in the end,â Ochako said, her cheeks widening with her smile. âI think perhaps Shouto returns your feelings, and just simply doesnât know what to do about them or how to address them, therefore you should tell him.â The other girls voiced their agreement.
âYeah, it doesnât have to be some big romantic gesture or anything,â Jirou said.
âJust be honest with him, Y/N,â Asui said.
âYeah, girl,â Mina added, giving you a warm smile when you met her gaze. âYou got this. Besides, he canât reject you. Youâre too hot for that.â
You squared your shoulders as a burst of confidence filled you thanks to the encouragement you received from your friends. âOkay, I will!â you loudly announced. âI will confess my feelings to him!â
The others cheered as you all held up your lemon water in a faux toast. In your happiness, none of you noticed the shadows shift in the stairwell and the soft noise of retreating footsteps on the wood.
You were screwed.
âHow am I gonna tell him!?â you mewled aloud a couple of days later in the cafeteria. You dramatically slumped your forehead on the tabletop, mentally kicking yourself for allowing the girls to convince you that confessing your crush would be an easy endeavor. You felt a reassuring pat on your shoulder. Groaning, you lifted your head from the table to shoot puppy eyes at Ochako. âOchako, help me!â you cried. âHow do I confess?â
The brunette gave you a sheepish smile. âI donât know, Y/N.â She professed, her eyes apologetic. âProclaiming one's love for another isnât really my strong suit.â
âAinât that the truth,â Asui mumbled under her breath before taking a sip of her drink, receiving a glare in response.
âY/N, sweetie,â Mina cooed from your other side. âI think youâre overthinking it a little. It shouldnât be but so hard. Just be honest with him!â
âBut that is hard!â you said, waving your hands in the air. âI canât just walk up to him and say, âhey, Shouto, I think youâre really hot and amazing. Wanna go out with me?ââ
âSure you can,â Momo intoned, trying to reassure you. âMaybe not in those exact words, but when the time comes, you will know what to say.â
âI hope so,â you sighed, slumping your shoulders. âI hope so.â
As time passed, you found that you did not, in fact, know what to say when the time came to confess your feelings to Shouto Todoroki. Whenever you were near him, you became tongue-tied and could barely speak without becoming a stuttering mess. During each interaction, Shouto would give you a long, confused look, his eyebrows drawn downwards as he watched you struggle for words. He wouldnât comment on it, bless him, but he mustâve thought you to be a total weirdo.
Yet, he still accompanied you on the walk back to the dorm every day after classes ended, and he insisted on continuing your training sessions every weekend after he finished his shift at Endeavorâs Agency. The two of you grew closer, to your absolute delight, and yet you still hadnât managed to work up the courage to confess your feelings to him.
Until one day . . .
You were sitting in homeroom during free period, chatting with Midoriya about the latest episode of the rebooted All Might: The Mightiest Man TV series.
âIâm telling you, Midoriya,â you said. âIt doesnât matter how much the animation and special effects have improved, the original will always be better than the reboot.â You crossed your arms and lounged back in your chair, waiting for the forest green-haired male to start sputtering his counterargument. âYou canât change my mind. I will die on this hill.â
âAre you seriously sayinâ?â
A call of your name from a familiar tenor drew your attention. You turned towards the source to meet a pair of heterochromatic eyes. Shouto was making his way to your desk, coming to a stop right in front of you. You had to tilt your head back in order to maintain eye contact. After a moment, he turned his attention to Midoriya next to you. âPardon me, Midoriya, but I need to speak to Y/N in private.â
You and Midoriya gaped at the dual-haired male for a good twenty seconds before you slowly rose from your seat. âO-okay.â You turned to face your green-haired companion. You hoped your eyes were conveying your inner panic as you said, âMidoriya, Iâll be back.â
All he could do was nod as he watched you follow behind Shouto, wondering why you looked so panicked to go with the male. Maybe you were constipated.
As Shouto led you toward the classroom door, Ochako and Mina shot you curious glances. When you met their gazes, they gave you a reassuring smile and a thumbs up, respectfully.
âGood luck, girl!â Mina whisper-shouted.
âYou got this, Y/N,â Ochako said. You tried to match her comforting smile with your own, but it didnât reach your eyes.
You followed behind the dual-haired male, silently wondering what was going on. Once you were outside the classroom, he led you down the hallway to a little corner nook bathed in the golden light of the afternoon.
âShouto, is everything okay?â you asked, anxiously shifting from one foot to the other. âIs something wrong?â At your inquiry, he finally came to a stop in front of a set of windows and turned to face you.
âYes, everything is fine.â He reassured you. âI have something Iâd like to discuss with you.â
You blinked. âOkay,â you said. âShoot.â
Shouto likewise paused at your usage of unfamiliar slang but didnât comment on it. âUm,â he started, but drifted off, not finishing the thought. He opened his mouth only to shut it again after a moment or two without making a sound. You furrowed your brows as you continued to watch him struggle for words.
âUm, Sho?â you prodded. He didnât respond, however, still thinking over his next words. Shouto never hesitates, you thought with a mixture of wonderment and anxiety. Is something bothering him? you thought with growing concern. You felt your heart come to a skittering stop as another horrifying conclusion came to mind; am I the problem?
âI overheard you and the other girlsâ conversation on Movie Night,â he confessed at last, interrupting your spiraling train of thought. He bashfully looked away as if he was ashamed.
âOh, okay?â you responded, absentmindedly going through the events of the night in question. Your heartbeat began to calm down to a normal rate. âWhat conversation?â You couldnât think of anything in particular and were about to ask him to elaborate before the realization hit you like a freight train.
âI like him a little.â
âOkay, I will! I will confess my feelings to him!â
âYeah, girl, you got this. Besides, he canât reject you. Youâre too hot for that.â
Oooohhhhh.
Fuck.
Maybe he didnât hear that particular part of the conversation! You tried to reassure yourself as you waited for Shouto to answer your question. Your heart rate picked back up as panic began to settle in. We were there for several hours. There is so much he couldâveâ
âYou have an admiration going on.â You hate to admit you gawked at him for a couple of seconds before his formal wording translated into modern speech. You have a crush.
FUCK!
âOh my God, I am so sorry!â you rushed out, trying to save face and whatever friendship you had with Shouto. You felt your cheeks burn. âPlease, just forget you ever heard that!â
Shouto snapped his head to you as your words registered in his brain. âWhy would I do that?â he asked after a moment. âWe live in the same building with shared living space, barely anything is not overheard by another.â
Oh God, how much did he overhear?
âBesides,â he continued. âAt our age, it is completely natural for one to harbor feelings for another.â
You blinked at him as his words registered, your cheeks now tingling due to the burn. Gosh, he sounds like a grandpa giving the birds and the bees talk.
âItâitâs j-just,â you stammered. âI-I-Iââ You let out a harsh breath in frustration when your words continued to fail you. Shouto raised a brow before his eyes narrowed. Your heart sank when you saw that.
Oh great, heâs annoyed!
âAre you all right?â he asked before moving so he was right in front of you. You squeaked at the sudden warmth of his body heat as he placed a hand on your forehead. âDo you feel ill? You feel warm, and your face looks to be flushed with some perspiration gathering on your forehead.â His eyes frantically looked you up and down as he examined you for any further signs of sickness. âI should get you to Recovery Girl.â
âN-no!â you exclaimed when he went to sweep you off your feet. âSh-Shouto, IâIâm fine, really. Iâm n-not s-sick.â
âOh?â Shouto blinked in confusion and, adorably, subtly tilted his head to the side. âThen why are you so febrile? And you are stuttering?â
âItâs not because I am sick. Iâm just em-embarrassed.â You whispered the last part, and you couldnât help but look away from Shouto in shame.
âEmbarrassed? Why are you embarrassed, Y/N?â You shut your mouth, refusing to speak. Shouto sensed your hesitation. The light slowly left his heterochromatic eyes and he bashfully looked away from you. âIs . . . is it because you donât want to be seen with me?â he asked. âFor fear that your crush will see us together and not return your affection?â
You let out a gasp in surprise. âWhat? No!â You are quick to reassure himâyour actual crushâof your intentions. âThatâs not it at all!â
Shouto met your gaze again. His eyes lit up with what looked like . . . anticipation? Hope? You werenât sure, but your heart began to race in trepidation. âThen what is it?â
âI like you,â you blurted out. You shut your eyes and covered your face with your hands, trying to hide from your drowning embarrassment. âLike, not even a little bit, but, like, really, really like you.â You whispered from behind your hands.
There was no immediate response from the dual-haired male. You didnât dare to remove your hands from your face to check if he was still standing in front of you.
He probably didnât hear me. You internally slapped yourself upside the head.
Before you could react, Shouto was carefully removing your hands from your face. His touch was gentle, like he was afraid you would crack and break under his fingertips. âWhy are you hiding from me?â he whispered. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared wide-eyed at him.
âIâI.â Despite your efforts, words werenât able to come out of your mouth.
âYou should never feel like you need to hide,â he continued. He let out an airy tsk before he reached his hand up and gently tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear. You felt your face heat up even more at the action. âEspecially from me.â
What.
âW-what?â you voiced aloud. You blinked a couple times, trying to bring your brain back from the brink of short-circuiting.
Shouto chuckled lowly, moving impossibly closer into your space. âI think you need to get your hearing checked out, love.â
You blinked some more. âWhat?â
âHave I broken you?â he asked, the corner of his perfect lips turning up at the thought. âFirst you forget your words, and now you have lost your hearing. . .â he trailed off as he continued to stare intently into your eyes.
What is he playing at. . .? you wondered as you blankly stared at him.
The two of you stood there and took each other in for quite a while. In reality, it mustnât have been for very longâat most a minute and a halfâbut to you, it felt like hours. You were so close you could see the light reflecting in his heterochromatic eyes and the small streaks of gray in the turquoise-colored one.
âI . . . like you, too,â Shouto suddenly confessed, violently snapping you out of the daze his proximity causes. âI have harbored feelings for you for some time now.â
WHAT!?
âYou . . . do?â you asked, skeptical. You were hesitant to believe his words in fear that this whole thing was some sick prank. Butâ
No. Shouto isnât that type of person, you thought. He barely understands humor as it is, so he must be telling the truth.
âI do,â he confirmed.
âOh, um.â You fumbled again for words, embarrassment flooding your entire system once more. You licked your dry lips, missing the way Shoutoâs eyes locked onto the movement. âCool.â
Shouto blinked at you, one of his perfect eyebrows raising. âCool?â he repeated with a sly smile overcoming his lips.
âMhm.â You dumbly nodded. âCool.â You paused before muttering a small, âDitto.â
He chuckled again, subtly moving the tiniest bit closer to you. He was just about crowding you into the corner at this point. âDitto, huh?â He mumbled under his breath with a widening smirk playing at his lips. âI think I have broken you, dear.â
You grinned. âPerhaps.â Shouto chuckled again before falling silent. The two of you stared at the other, lost in each otherâs gazes.
âCan I kiss you?â He spoke on an exhale, his deep voice somehow even deeper. Before you could internally flip the fuck out and fully comprehend what was happening, you were already nodding. That was all the confirmation Shouto needed before he brought your lips in for a sensual kiss. Fireworks exploded behind your eyelids as you relaxed into him.
You smiled into the kiss. Thank you, chopsticks.
The next day, you and Shouto walked into the classroom holding hands. Everyone collectively stopped what they were doing to openly gape at the two of you as Shouto, always the gentleman, escorted you to your seat. The shocked silence lasted all but three seconds before Mina and Tooru let out ear-piercing shrieks and practically tackled you.
âOh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!â Mina was shouting meanwhile Tooru was holding onto you so tight to the point that she was nearly crushing you into her invisible body.
âAHHHH, I knew this was gonna happen!â she exclaimed before somehow pulling you in closer.
âCanât . . . breathe.â You wheezed out before your boyfriend pulled you away from the two fangirls and protectively held you to his chest.
âI would be grateful if you didnât crush my girlfriend to death, Tooru.â He intoned in his naturally dry tenor. His statement only made them freak out even more.
âAh! Look at the two love birds!â Ochako swooned.
âFuckinâ disgustinâ,â grumbled a deep voice from somewhere in the back of the room.
Before you could turn to shoot Bakugou a death glare, Shouto was already clapping back. âWhat, are you jealous, Bakugou?â
The desks which had surrounded the blond a moment prior were blown to shiverines.
âIâLL END YOU!â
Fin.
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before we shatter â jjk [one]
genre : established relationship, idol!jungkook
word count : 6k
summary : dating an idol is fun, they said. having a family with one is fun, they said. Until you're falling face forward because of your reality. A reality where Jungkook dreams of a future and a reality where your own future is collapsed.
chapter warnings : nsfw, strong language, mature content, fluff, so much angst, smut, talks of infertility, clit sucking, fingering, Jungkook worships her, dirty talk, doggy style, reader is in so much pain i love her sm, fall vibes <33, gift giving as a love language, pussy slapping with his d, big dick energy, jungkook is desperate. that's about it please mention if i missed anything.
read part two here
a/n : based on this ask so thank you anon for coming forward and giving me a chance to write this. i also wanna mention that im no doctor so please forgive me if i didn't do the topic of infertility justice. the second part gives more clarity in their case so please be kind to wait. enjoy and im v v grateful for you. you're so loved.
When you were a child, barely five, an orange butterfly came flying outside your front door. Your mom told you about it since she saw it first causing your entire face to instantly light up like the fourth of july.
An inexplicable joy filled your whole body making your day ten times better, not that you were having a bad one. A five year old canât have a bad day whatsoever.
After you were done chasing it around, secretly hoping that it would land on your nose just the way they show on television, you had to let it go and head back inside.Â
Oddly enough the next morning you saw it again, this time it was not flapping its wings like it had last night, instead it was sitting on the window beside the door. Quiet and still.Â
You, ever so curious, had to ask your mom about it. âIt might find comfort there,â she said.Â
Up until you met your boyfriend you had spent the majority of your time wondering where your comfort place is, what is that one place where you can just be yourself and not pretend to be some stoic woman. A place which lets you cry whenever you want but also replaces those tears with wide smiles and loud giggles.Â
Turns out, itâs your boyfriendâs arms.Â
Itâs true. Jungkook with his kind, sparkly bambi eyes and bunny smile stole your damn heart a few years ago and is not willing to give it back. Although you canât complain, in a world where people canât seem to find the one for themselves, the angels up there granted you a guy every inch a gentleman. Safe to say itâs not one like one of those titular relationships you've come across.Â
Heâs your solace, a roof where you can safely just about exist.Â
He heals you.
Dating an Idol comes with several perks, the biggest one of those being dealing with the huge amount of selective criticism. You feel hurt, of course, but when youâre with Jungkook, they are nothing but words behind a pixel. A pain that only lasts momentarily.Â
This pain though, is not as mundane. This one is making your stomach twist in apprehension. Youâve lost the count of how many deep breaths youâve taken.
âIâm afraid this is a case of infertility miss _____â the doctor says, earning your attention.
Youâre not able to form a word, however that does nothing to stop your subconscious mind from screaming, I knew it.
Being stupid enough to think you were well prepared to hear her say this, you mustered up the courage to enter the four walled white space which, at that time, didnât feel as narrow as it does now. Itâs almost as if itâs closing up on you.
Only after you sat before the woman in white coat and bad news, did you realize how gut wrenching this actually feels.
You face her with a weak smile, one that doesnât actually reach your eyes, âAre- are you sure youâre not mistaken?âÂ
Dr. Ana leans forward, resting her forearms on the table. The move itself tells you more than you need to. âMiss _____, I know itâll be hard for you to come to terms with this but I suggest you try. I would also like to tell you, and I hope Iâm not overstepping, but you can always go with adoption. The options are endless.âÂ
Your throat feels awfully dry and you gulp. âThank you uh, can I ask you for a favor?âÂ
âAnythingâ
âIf you happen to cross paths with Jungkook, please donât mention anything about this to him.âÂ
Dr. Ana flashes you a kind smile, âOf course not ____. Itâs your personal matter. I wouldnât dare.âÂ
âThanks a lot.âÂ
With one last nod you excuse yourself from her office. Your phone buzzes inside your pocket and you take it out, seeing Jungkookâs number stare up at you.Â
âHeyâÂ
âHey, my love. Are you busy?â His voice nearly brings tears to your eyes. It also brings up a question. Will he act the same towards you after you tell him where you are and what you just heard? Will his voice be filled with the same amount of excitement and affection for you?Â
âNo, honey. Iâm actually at my sisterâs place. She was craving some alone time with her husband and asked me to babysit Cocoâ
You can visualise him awing already. Jungkook has grown attached to your sisterâs daughter a little too much. His bond with Coco is just so bright it makes you wonder if they happened to be an actual father and daughter duo in the past life. Theyâre both full of beans and itâs a delight to see them both together.Â
He chimes, âAh my little Coco bean. Is she near? Let me hear my angel.âÂ
Pinching the bridge of your nose, you try to come up with any transitory excuse that doesnât make you run for the hills. âSheâs sleeping right now. Made me work for it but I managed to settle her downâÂ
Jungkook moans from the other side of the line and you mentally curse yourself. Not only are you lying through your teeth but also using your innocent niece as a pawn. From the day you began dating Jungkook, youâve not looked at any other man. For the first time now, you have this nagging feeling as though youâre cheating on him.Â
âWell, alright next time then. When are you coming back home?âÂ
âAs soon as they do. Do you miss me already?â I tease.
âPfft me and miss you? ImpossibleâÂ
You gasp, the audacity of this boy. âHow rude!!â
Your goofy boyfriend dares to chuckle, âI carry you with me everywhere I go, love. Itâs hard to miss someone whoâs this close to you every time of the day.âÂ
It doesnât take you long to grasp what he is referring to. The heart shaped bracelet rests proudly on his wrists and the man had refused to take it off ever since you gifted it to him. A sense of longing already creeps up in your heart, twisting it until you run out of breath.Â
Your chest expands as you fill it with much needed air, âListen, honey Iâll give you a call soon yeah? I think Coco has woken up and I must go check if she needs something,â you fake a chuckle, âYou know how she gets when sheâs irritatedâÂ
âOh yes of course. Promise to give me a call soon?âÂ
This time the smile on your face is genuine, âI promiseâÂ
âGive Coco a kiss for me. I love you.âÂ
âI love you.âÂ
Thereâs a heavy weight on your chest as soon as you hang up the call. Maybe it has always been there. So, for a couple of minutes you just stand there in the hallway of the hospital taking in the sterile smell and worrisome patients, praying that the highest power up there gives you one last chance so you could try and fix whatâs been ruined.
The commotion around you does nothing to overtake the voices in your head and sadness fires through you as you feel like youâre burning your boats. Despite all of that, you pray for one last time, this time for again being strong enough to let go.Â
Let go of your happiness.
Let go of your salvation.
Let go of your comfort.
Let go of Jungkook.
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You click the door shut behind you, hanging the coat on the rack. Youâre not even done turning around when a muscular arm wraps around your abdomen and youâre pulled back against a taut chest.Â
âI missed youâ his voice is muffled against your jumper.
You run your palms over Jungkookâs forearm, stopping to interlace your fingers with his.The way his hands fit with yours is adorable to you as if they were made to do so. The bracelet on his wrist is cool against your skin and you smile. âYou know whatâs funny? This guy I talked to earlier said itâs impossible for him to miss meâÂ
He rests his chin on top of your shoulders, cheeks warm against yours. He has grown out a stubble which makes him look manlier for some reason and you canât stop caressing it with your fingers whenever you cup his face.
âYouâre talking to other guys?â If you hadnât known Jungkook better than himself, you would have missed the pout of his lips when he said that.Â
You turn your face and place a sloppy kiss on his cheekbones, âOnly my favourite guy in the whole world.âÂ
He breaks out in a toothy grin and holds your gaze. âYouâre my favourite girl too but I think you already know that.âÂ
You nod but the pang of guilt is still lingering in your heart. âStill love hearing it.âÂ
Jungkook releases you from his embrace and walks back, rounding the kitchen counter until heâs holding up a large bowl. âReady for our fall ritual?âÂ
Jungkook and you have been using your mumâs recipe to bake chocolate chip cookies every fall and while you enjoy baking with him, the thing that you take the most pleasure from is his face when he munches on the first cookie.
Itâs one of your favorite sights ever. It takes quite a bit of effort to bake them but hell if you wouldnât do it all over again just to see him close his eyes and moan like it is the best thing since sliced bread.Â
You join him behind the counter and look around. From the way the batter has already been prepared you suppose heâs been at it for a while. There are some chocochips in a small bowl across from you with some cranberries next to them because he knows you like them in your cookies.Â
âYou donât ever forget about the cranberries, do you?âÂ
âNope. Theyâre your favourite plus if you eat well, I can eat you wellâ ouch,â he jumps, âWhat was that for?âÂ
You offer him a glare which does nothing to stop the smile threatening to break out of your lips, âBehaveâÂ
His face inches closer to yours, âNow honey donât be acting like I didnât give you the best orgasm this morningâÂ
Oh well, how can you forget about that? Ninety nine percent of the time you love waking up in his arms while heâs the big spoon but thereâs that one percent where he wakes you up with his head between your legs, sometimes with his face under your shirt sucking on your nipples. Indissoluble passion within him. His ability to satisfy you with his mouth alone needs to be studied because god if you donât crave more and more.Â
You blink, once twice thrice, âYouâre incorrigibleâÂ
He lets out a cackle at your flustered face as you wonder when you will stop blushing like a fool around him. Itâs been years and he still makes you feel like youâre wrapped up in a ball of jitters. Jungkook leans back and straightens up. He plucks the apron from the counter before coming up behind you. âHold your hair up for meâ He demands.Â
You grab a fistful of your hair and lift them up as he settles it on your neck before tying the knot at your back. With one last kiss on the back of your neck he joins you.Â
âHow long has it been since you began making this?âÂ
âNot long ago. Thought Iâd wait for you to come back home and then continueâ
You watch him add the chocochips into the dough. His tattoos are barely visible behind the cozy sweater heâs wearing. At the risk of sounding like a hypocrite, Jungkook with his perfect physique and gorgeous face looks good in everything, more so naked, but nothing triggers your cuteness aggression more than him wearing a fluffy knitted sweater, believe it or not. One which you knitted at that.
He pulls your attention away pausing your little drooling session, âHowâs Coco bean doing?âÂ
A sudden urge of getting close to him creeps up and you sneak between the counter and him, hugging him as you nuzzle your face in his chest. He smells like cinnamon. He places a gentle kiss on the crown of your head before resting his chin there.Â
âYou smell so goodâÂ
âThanks and sheâs as chaotic as ever. Nailea bought the cutest pair of pyjamas for her,â you look up at him, âShe looked like a loaf of bread when they made her wear it.âÂ
âNo way. Should we buy her another one of those?â he pulls back, barely able to hide the excitement on his face.
âYouâre gonna spoil herâÂ
âDamn right I will and if you call this spoiling, wait till I get one of those made by me.âÂ
There it is.Â
If Jungkook wasnât so fond of children, would it have been easier for you to cope? You do realize that youâre a stoneâs throw away from losing him for once and for all. In the old days you heard somewhere that it takes a strong man to save to save himself and a great man to save another.
You want to be that brave person who saves him from lifelong loathing and regret towards you.
This turning point in your life gives you two options, one where you can hang by a thread and bite your tongue while you continue your life with him, another where you set him free. The latter one wins and you, however, lose.Â
âHey you went silent there. You okay?â He cups your cheek with one hand, his thumb grazing your cheekbones so gently you try not to cry.Â
You nod and flash him a smile. Or at least you try to smile and detach yourself from him. âPerfect. Letâs get those cookies baking shall we?âÂ
Jungkook keeps looking at you with an expression which tells you heâs trying to search for something, but you try not to give anything away. Yet.
He gives you a look, his eyes sparkling under the low light in the room,
âWait here for a second iâll be right backâÂ
âWhere are you goi-â
âJust a second. Donât moveâ His voice trails off as he goes further into the bedroom. A minute later when he comes back, thereâs nothing different about him except the sneaky smile on his face. He walks towards you and grabs you by the waist as he sits you on the counter. Your hands instantly clutch his shoulders for support.Â
âWhat is happening, baby?â You mumble, clearly in a fog.Â
He says nothing as he gets down on his knees. Taking a hold of your right leg, he places it on his thigh. You swallow.
He looks up, clashing his eyes with yours, âYou ask too many questions, do you know that?âÂ
Seconds later heâs taking something out of his jogger pocket and a cool sensation brushes your skin. You peek down, curiosity finally killing the cat as you see a silver anklet adorned by a pink stone in the middle of it embraced around your ankles.Â
His name is a whisper on your lips, âJungkookâ Â
He gets up, facing you as he stands. But not before pecking the anklet as well as your skin. His face which earlier was eerie, now entirely soft.Â
âMom sent this for you.âÂ
You donât hold back tears this time, letting them run free. You glance at the jewellery again as it shines under the light of the kitchen lamp. The pink stone glares at you as if it knows youâre not worthy of such a valuable item.Â
âItâs beautifulâ
He gently wipes the tears away,
âItâs just the beginning, love. Iâm not gonna stop until I see a band wrapped around your finger. I feel too lonely being the only one there.âÂ
You playfully smack him on the chest, a giggle slipping free. With a tired shake of your head you admit, âThis is overwhelmingâÂ
âWhat is?â he asks,
âAll of this,â you keep your gaze on him, sniffing as you continue,âYour little acts of service, your love, your presence and now this gift. I feel like Iâm taking too much not giving enoughâÂ
Your throat feels too tight, as if someone is just cutting off your air supply when you should be feeling free in his arms.Â
Jungkookâs eyebrows tense as he reaches for you. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear he tries to reassure you, âDonât say that. I hate when you question your worth,â he pecks the back of your hands, âThese hands feed me, hold me when I need them to, give me warmth, gentle touchesâ,
His lips find both of your eyes next as you close them, feeling his soft lips on them,
âThese eyes tear up with happiness every time you listen to me in the studioâ,
Your ears follow next, âThese ears tolerate my snoringâ,
Then your lips, âAnd this mouth, my favourite, whispers âi love youâ to me every morning, leaves kisses on my skin, screams my name and most importantly, forms the loveliest smile when I make you happy.â His eyes are oh so gentle as he says this.Â
Youâre about to respond when his phone buzzes on the counter next to you. Your heart stops. Fuck is it Dr. Ana?
To your surprise, itâs Jiminâs number on the screen.
âPick it up, honey. It might be important.âÂ
His thumb presses on the red button as he declines the call, âIâll talk to him later. My girlfriend comes first.âÂ
Neither of you say a word as the room gets filled with a comfortable silence. The cookies are long forgotten, your eyes doing all the talking. Even if you try your hardest youâre not sure you can say anything which is remotely justifiable of what he just said to you.
Jungkook is so much more than meets the eye, heâs vulnerable, heâs empathetic, heâs loving. His eyes shine the brightest when heâs happy about something and youâre so full of contempt about the fact that eventually you will be the one to snatch away that shine. This hornetâs nest is going to ruin me, ruin him.Â
âI wanna kiss you so badâ He whispers, leaning closer but you stop him with your palms on his chest.
âWait, I-I want to talk about somethingâÂ
His voice is downright pleading when he says, âLater baby. Iâm fucking gonna die if I donât take that mouth right now. Please?â his breath touches your bare lips.Â
Feeling a flutter in your chest you nod and he leans towards you, hand cupping your lower jaw as he touches his lips to yours. Softly at first, then his pace quickens. Your hands grab his sweater as you pull him even closer, deepening the kiss. His moan echoes followed by your own as you both lose yourselves in each other. You let go of every menacing thought and just focus on the taste of his lips.Â
He pulls back slightly, taking a deep breath as he fills his chest with air. Those beautiful lips are pink and swollen from the heated kiss you just shared with him. Getting rid of the sweater, he tosses it aside as his eyes sparkle with amusement.
Without wasting any time he begins nibbling at your neck, slightly biting onto it as your hands run over his back. Heâs so beautiful it takes your breath away. Not to toot your own horn but you have the most gorgeous boyfriend and youâre not ashamed to show him off.Â
His lips ghost over your nipples from over your high neck top and you groan.
âJungkook, pleaseâÂ
He pulls back with a smug look on his face, âPlease what ____?âÂ
âPlease fuck me. I need your cock so bad.âÂ
âYeah? Is that what my girl wants?âÂ
At this point your body is thrumming with anticipation and desire as you watch him move his hands closer to the waistband of your pants. His hands pause when they meet the lace material, his pupils dilate.Â
He smiles, âItâs the one I gifted you. Were you hoping for this huh?âÂ
Your lips stretch into a smile. You hadnât particularly hoped for this, no, because your relationship with him is not just based on physical pleasures. You guys have sex of course, but itâs not the prominent part of the bond you share. Itâs more than that. The lace lingerie set was gifted to you by Jungkook on a random day. It was one of those quote unquote just because gifts.Â
âWhat do you think?â you ask, giving him a quick kiss.Â
He grabs you by the back of your neck and holds you there for a moment before leaning back and looking straight into your eyes. âI think you should lose it or else Iâll ruin itâÂ
You gasp, swatting him on the bicep. âDonât you dare. Itâs my favourite pairâ Â
Without preamble he picks you off the counter making you wrap your legs around his waist. You both are so close it takes your breath away. Chest to chest, groin to groin, face to face with lips inches away from each otherâs as you share a breath.Â
He walks into your shared bedroom as you clash your lips against his, pulling his lower one between yours, earning a groan out of him. You both are downright feral, letting your hands run over every area of each otherâs body. Jungkookâs hands grabbing your ass, yours pulling on his hair lightly before trailing down his chest, pausing on his pecs.Â
When you reach your bedroom, he sits himself down with you on top of his lap. Your hips move forward and you hiss as your still jean clad pussy brushes his cock. Heâs so hard you wonder if heâs close to coming already.Â
Rough hands scrape over your back, hips, down your thigh before they finally settle on either side of your waist, gipping them tightly but also with a hint of gentleness. One thing you admire about your man is that he doesnât treat you like a fragile woman, he knows youâre strong and youâll not break if heâs rough with you.Â
Jungkook pulls back from your lips.âFuck honey, youâre such a goddess. Look at this body. I still canât believe I get to call you mineâÂ
You shake your head, totally under his spell. âIâm the lucky one here, baby. You have no idea how lucky I am.âÂ
His hand brushes over your ass before he dips it inside your pants, reaching your already soaked pussy as he pushes a finger inside you. This earns a whimper from you as you tip your head back.Â
âThatâs where youâre wrong, ____. Want me to show you how lucky I am?â He takes the finger out before pumping it back again. You moan as his other hand gips the nape of your neck and he brings his mouth to your neck, biting on it.Â
âOh my godâ you cry, seeing him suck the finger clean and face forming an expression filled with the deepest level of satisfaction as he closes his eyes.Â
Setting his eyes back on you, he sighs, âThis isnât my first time tasting you, honey. But it gets better every fucking time and I find myself craving you an unhealthy amount, you know that? Do you know how crazy I am for you? Could eat you out everyday and wouldnât need anything else to feel full.â His words send a shiver down your spine. âYouâre my favorite meal.âÂ
He pushes three fingers back inside with a slight force and you let out a scream, arching your back. He takes one nipple into his mouth and gives it a long suck, letting it go with a loud pop.Â
âOh yes, just like that. Suck it again, babyâ You beg and he does exactly that as he takes the other sensitive bud into his mouth.Â
Youâre not sure if you have been this vocal about your needs with anyone before him. Not that you dated a lot, for a person whoâs a hopeless romantic to the core youâve always found yourself waiting for the right one. Additionally, you believed your body to be as sacred as a temple. Surely there had to be a guy somewhere who would treat it as such.
Then, enters Jungkook who not only was out of your league metaphorically but literally. He lived miles away from your place so there was not a chance you could have let anything take place between the both of you. But as they always say, the heart wants what it wants. To put it briefly, there was chemistry, a connection you didnât want to lose.
Strong fingers pump into you. In and out, in and out. âYouâre so wet. What do you say? Should I lick you clean?âÂ
âYes, ah oh my goodness thatâs sooo goodâ you toss your head back, slowly grinding against his hands.Â
He wraps an arm around your waist, lifts you off his lap and tosses you back on the bed. Keeping his eyes still locked with yours he gets rid of his jogger, letting his cock spring free.
It bobs and you lick your lips, already wanting to take it into your mouth but you know for a fact that he wouldnât let you do that, not because he doesnât want you to but because he wants to give you the highest amount of pleasure first. As he always does.Â
Jungkook lets out a shaky sigh as gives his cock a pull, his eyes running over your whole body. Up and down then back at your face again. Youâre still not fully bare in front of him while heâs standing there, all in his glory.Â
âLose the pantsâ he commands.Â
You immediately slide out of them and toss them on the floor somewhere. He grabs you by the hips, jerking you to the edge of the bed as he sinks down on his knees. Spreading your legs wider he releases a breath. Warmth touches your wet pussy and you prop yourself up by the elbows to look at him.Â
You need to look at him if you want to stay sane, have to feel him with you here. Shivers run through you even by the thought of not being able to feel him and this ever again. This might as well be your last day on this god awful planet from the way the ache in your chest keeps on increasing. It makes a home there, not letting you entirely forget about the eventualities.Â
âGod youâre dripping, honeyâÂ
âFor youâ you admit.
Hot and wet kisses are left to the inside of your thigh and your hands find the back of his head as you grip it lightly.Â
His head lifts up, his eyes finding yours, âDonât hold back,____. Grip it as tightly as you want to. I donât want any hesitations because when I fuck you, Iâm not going to be holding back. You hear me?âÂ
A desperate moan leaves you, and he rewards you by kissing your pussy. Keeping his eyes on you, he doesnât give you a chance to whine out your needs before his tongue is licking a single line up your clit.
He moans and gently tugs on your clit. âSuch a perfect cuntâÂ
You push his head against your pussy and rock forward, chasing your orgasm.Â
âFeels so good, feels so perfect, babyâ you murmur.
Just when youâre starting to feel the climax incoming, when Jungkook suddenly grabs you by the waist and flips you, so heâs lying down and youâre on top. Then, he grabs you by the back of your neck, pulling you for a heated kiss.Â
He pulls back, âSit on my face, my queenâÂ
Your eyes widen and you hesitate, but you donât want to. You wanna let go, knowing youâre lucky enough to get something like this in this lifetime, so you give in. He hoists you up by the hips, positions you over his face and pulls you down. His warm breath feels like a soft whisper against your pussy.Â
You cry out in pleasure as soon as his tongue dives deep inside you, squeezing your tits in your hands. Grinding against his face, you close your eyes and just⊠feel. Feel the heat, feel the emotions, feel the intimacy, feel the ache in your chest.
A thought crosses your head and you wonder if youâre doing something wrong, something selfish. Touching him like this and getting consumed by him feels like youâre doing nothing but ruining him.Â
He sucks on your clit with sheer eagerness and desire, pulling you further down so youâre putting your weight on his face. Concern perks up and you look down, trying not to crush him but it seems like he couldnât care less.Â
âLet go, honey. Just focus on my mouth.âÂ
Let go. God, how bad you hate those words. They feel like acid in your ears.Â
âKeep going, Jungkook. Donât you dare stopâ you cry out.Â
Soon enough youâre aching your back, cunt pulsing against his lips as you come. He swallows every single drop as if heâd die if he doesnât and leaves you in awe. You slump, letting your body relax.
Much to your amusement, he doesnât give you enough time to relax before heâs turning you over until youâre on your knees. Hot passionate kisses are placed on your sweaty back, pulling a gasp from you.Â
âWhat a fucking sight. I wish you could see how stunning you look right now and itâs all because of me, isnât it? This glistening back, this wet cunt,â he strokes a finger down your pussy, âItâs all because of me and you dare to call yourself lucky?âÂ
You catch a sight of him stroking himself over your shoulders and your breath quickens.Â
His abs are glistening with sweat and his chin still has your cum on it.Â
He smirks, âLike what you see, honeyâÂ
âYouâre beautifulâÂ
His eyes soften, letting his hands drop from his angry and already leaking with precum cock, he grabs either side of your hips and lines himself against your needy pussy. You let your head drop on the mattress and clench your fist, preparing yourself for him. He gives your cunt a slight slap with his cock before filling you in, groaning as he goes deeper.
You moan, âFuck baby. Thatâs so deep.âÂ
âYouâre so warm, honey. You feel like homeâ he thrusts again.Â
His hands grip yours, and he covers your body with his own, still thrusting inside with rough movements. His chest feels warm and safe against your back as it fills you with a deep sense of safety, protection and love.
You match every thrust of his with your own, moving your hips backwards. Your tits are getting equal attention from him as he pinches the two sensitive buds between his fingers.Â
You both chase your high with you screaming out his name and him whispering yours like a prayer. He gives in one last thrust before heâs coming inside you, his teeth biting on your shoulder. Youâre following him soon as you grip the bed sheet tighter in your fist, moaning as you come.Â
Before you collapse, he pulls you upright and lets his cock slide out of you. His fingers push his cum inside your throbbing cunt, making your stomach twist in pain.
You murmur. âI love youâÂ
His lips stretch into one of those lazy smiles you love so much. âI love you too, my precious girl. Now, do you wanna sleep or go make those cookies?â a sloppy kiss is pressed on your forehead.Â
Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you pull him on top of you, âShould we save those for later? I really wanna cuddleâÂ
He presses a soft kiss on the tip of your button nose, âSure. Let me clean you up first. You donât have to move an inch, just relax.âÂ
Minutes later heâs coming back with a bottle of water and a bowl of marshmallows. You bite back a chuckle when you look at his face. Thereâs such a deep crease between his eyebrows youâd think heâs trying to win a game of uno or something.Â
But itâs short lived when he places the items on the nightstand and gazes at you, his eyes having the same funny look they had earlier in the kitchen.You try to summon your most unbothered and good natured grin but it doesnât do shit to stop the electricity from running through your blood.Â
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â you ask, biting your lip.
An uncertain laugh slips out of him, âI donât know. Iâm- God, I really donât know but I have this weird feeling that something is not right.â He begins cleaning you up but you canât shake the feeling of nervousness and anxiety away.Â
You know for a fact that heâs right. Something is not right, in fact nothing is right.Â
He peeks at you from between your legs, âHey, what is it that you wanted to talk about?âÂ
The air whooshes out of your lungs. Should you come clean? Is it the right time?Â
You huff a tight laugh. âItâs nothing actually. Can we talk about it later?âÂ
When heâs done cleaning you up he places a small kiss on both your knees and stands up. Offering you a nod, he says, âWhenever you feel like it. Iâm not going anywhereâÂ
Yet. Heâs not going anywhere yet.Â
You grin, âI wouldnât let youâÂ
He lets a laugh slip out as he walks inside the bathroom. Then, he comes back, settles himself beside you and brings you closer by wrapping his arm around your waist. His feet find yours as he touches the anklet with them.Â
âLetâs sleep. Iâll be here when you wake upâ he promises.Â
Morning comes quickly as the sun casts its glow on your sleepy yet excited eyes. Holding out a hand, you try searching for your boyfriend next to you, but a slight sting arises in your heart when heâs not there. You open your eyes, adjusting to the sunlight.Â
Although, you hoped you did not wake up, you hoped death consumed you in your sleep because the person across from you is a total stranger. A stranger whose eyes are misty and mouth is pulled down in deep frown, a sunflower bouquet in one hand and the other one holding a blue file so tightly you can see his knuckles turning white.
Jungkook holds out the file to you, âHow long were you planning to hide this from me,____?âÂ
For the first time in your life, you hate your name. You hate how bitter it sounds coming from his mouth like this.It has always been â____, youâre my everything,â âI love you,____â, â_____, you mean the world to meâ.
Acid bubbles in your stomach at his words, and you canât help but sob. You wonder if the butterfly was preparing you for this day. If she could talk, what would she have said to you?Â
The words that leave him next might as well be daggers in your chest, "Tell me, honey. Is it the important thing you wanted to talk about but held back just to get a good fuck out of me?"
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Can I ask for the Space boys swap bodies with MC? đ
Swapping Bodies With Them- The Love And DeepSpace Men
parings in order: Xavier x fem! Reader, Zayne x fem! Reader, Rafayel x fem! Reader, Sylus x fem! Reader genre/tags: suggestive content below, silly, fem! masturbation a/n: hihi anonnies! âž(ïœĄË á” Ë )âžâĄ i lovee the idea of swapping bodies it's such a silly idea like if i swap bodies with any them i would've started swinging it around til i started flying anyways i hope this was alright ! enjoy reading ! (à·Ëá”Ëà·)âĄ
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Xavier:
He would have to teach you how to use his evol correctly since you almost flash banged the both of you.
Your poor pussy. Heâd have your pussy throbbing from constantly touching himself in your body. Heâd get dizzy from the amount of rounds heâs done. The amount of orgasms heâs reached was like a euphoric electric shock throughout your body and it was so addicting.
Xavier would definitely randomly hold your boobs just because he likes the feeling of them. He hates wearing bras and wants your girls to be free.
Once you swap bodies back, youâre going to have to deal with stomach pains and unexpected trips to the bathroom. During his time in your body, Xavier made and ate some of his questionable food combinations and your system wasnât used to that.
Zayne:
Heâs relieved that the person heâs switched bodies is someone that he can trust and someone that he loves. Almost ends up calling the hospital on your phone to call out of work for a couple days. He doesnât want you to stress out with the workload he deals with while youâre in his body.
Zayne is most definitely taking advantage of this to take care of your health. Heâs making sure youâre getting all the nutritious meals that you have been ignoring from him and that youâre getting the right amount of sleep and the right amount of exercise.
Y'know how we casually just grab out boobs randomly? Zayne would definitely do that with yours when you swap bodies and he loves it. He would casually knead one of your breasts or just casually hold it while he reads his patient report. Also gently squeeze it as if itâs a stress ball.
Rafayel:
He took so many cute photos of him in your body. He even went through your shared closet and tried on so many of your outfits and did a little spin in the mirror. Creates cute outfits for you and adds items to his shopping cart for you to wear when you switch bodies again. He even tries all your makeup and just casually did your eyeshadow and your eyeliner wings so perfectly.
Heâs obviously going to get curious and play with your pussy. âcutie why does it take soooo long to finish. no wonder you need me. it only takes a minute when iâm in you.â
He would be so flattered when he sees himself in your body and your body is just immediately soaked. He didnât know it would just be that easy.
He would get SO flustered when you pin him down or tease him in his body. He wasnât used to being in your height and the size difference but heâs not complaining.
Sylus:
Big. Every inch of him is just big. So waking up in the morning with you in his body can be a little overwhelming especially knowing you got a third arm that drags to the floor in between your legs.
He doesnât remember ever being this short in a long time so seeing you in his body, he can understand why he can be overwhelming.
He would get curious. His hands would roll upwards up to your breasts, rolling your nipples and kneading them. Then he would lower your hands to your ass, gently pinching them and he would notice the pool in your panties. âAh, I see why you react that way when I do this to you sweetie.â
If you two were away when you two swapped bodies, heâd take your body out to a nice spa to have your body relaxed and taken care of. He'll also get your nails or hair taken care of while he's out.
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ex-conomics | csc
you supported seungcheol through years of being an aspiring athlete, and all you got to show for it was your undergraduate degree and an awkward, stuttered apology when he dumped you to go semi-pro. now heâs back after an injury derailed his career, and thereâs only one problem: youâre the only one available to tutor him. you - 0; the universe - 1. talk about no return on investment.
✠pairing: choi seungcheol x f. reader ✠genre: exes to (lite) enemies to lovers; university au; angst, fluff ✠rating: while there is nothing explicit in this fic, there are two brief references to smut. while i can't stop anyone from reading this, i would prefer minors do not interact with this or any of my work. ✠warnings: cheol is some degree of famous, reader is a grad student/TA, mentions of an injury and coping with the aftermath of it, lots of economics talk that even i do not understand, swearing, one mention of alcohol, some misplaced jealousy, rom-com tropes, dino is kind of a loser but we love him anyway. probably a lot of other things i missed, but this is actually pretty tame for a fic of this length. ✠word count: 13.4k ✠thank you: a lot of people looked this over for me in the process and i'm sure i will forget some of them so if i do i'm sorry: @the-boy-meets-evil, @hot-soop, @highvern, and @haologram, who also gave me some wonderful ideas for the vlogs. thank you to MIT for opencourseware existing. i took microeconomics and dropped it, so i couldn't have done this without you. everyone in the discord server for helping me along the way and keeping me motivated. ✠author's note: i haven't posted a fic in nearly seven months, so i think it goes without saying that there are parts of this i like and a lot more i'm not 100% happy with. i'd love if this was more fleshed out and 10k longer, but i was able to write anything at all so it's good enough. this was written for the back to school with seventeen collab, hosted by @camandemstudios. thank you both for letting me participate! please make sure to check out the rest of the stories! everyone worked so hard and this collab was a ton of fun to participate in. <3
You look down at the paper. Back up at who handed it to you. Down at the paper again.
âYouâve got to be joking.â
The poor freshman kid laughs, all nerves, and even though the sound is grating, you remember what itâs like to be forced into work study. How far away graduate school seemed; how large your professors loomed over you with all their power and knowledge and credentials; how you constantly felt like the dumbest person in nearly every room you walked into for four straight years.
âUmââ
You sigh, just barely resisting the urge to slam your head onto your desk. âIâitâs fine, donât worry about it.â Your words do little to ease Freshmanâs nerves. Heâs still hunched over in the doorway of your office, wringing his hands as he shifts his weight back and forth, in for a lifetime of body pain with the way heâs squaring his shoulders. âYouâre sure about this, though? Like, Iâm really not being set up?â
âI donât think so?â he offers, slowly starting to turn green right before your eyes. âDr. Lee ga-gave me the paperwork himself, I donât think he wouldâve messed it up? Oh no, did I mess it up? Should I go back to Student Services and confââ
Good god, this kidâs anxiety is gonna stink up your office for weeks. âNo need!â you interject. âIâll justâŠâ Sign it, you want to say, but the longer you stare at the sheet of paper the quicker youâre losing your resolve.
TUTORING REQUEST FORM Student Name: Choi Seungcheol Degree: Undergraduate Major: Business Course: ECON04101 Introduction to Microeconomics Instructor: Lee Yeonseok, PhD. Recommended Tutoring: High (3-4 hours per week)
You curse under your breath. Of the two names on the paper, Dr. Leeâs does not come as a surprise. Heâs a notorious hard-ass with an infamous attrition rateâmost students donât last more than a week in any of his classesâbut heâs also the sole reason you were able to pay for someof your grad school tuition out of pocket with all the tutoring money you made.
That, however, was two years ago.
âDoes he know I donât tutor anymore?â Stupid question. The kid stares blankly back at you, as if to say I donât know any more than the people in Student Services, let alone Dr. Lee. It is literally my first year here. âIâm Dr. Ahnâs TA this year. Iâve got my hands full with her bullsh⊠stuffââ
Immediately, you know youâve said something wrong, because the kidâs eyes light up, all that previous anxiety disappearing like smoke. âWait, the same Dr. Ahn that teaches the crypto course?â
âNo, that one died,â you say quickly. Kid deflates. âAnyway, I donât really tutor anymore, especially for econ. As you can seeââyou gesture vaguely around the cramped four walls of your officeââtheyâve upgraded me. They even put my name on a little placard by the door! Go look! They spelled it wrong! If that doesnât sum up this university I donât know what does.â
You heave another sigh. Try to school your face and tone into something that exudes professionalism and finality. âLook, Iâm sorry I canât help you. I tutored Dr. Leeâs students for, like, three years in undergrad so Iâm sure they just⊠forgot that wasnât my actual job here. Whoâs in charge of tutoring these days? Iâll shoot them an email and explain all this.â
Freshman gives you a name, and it takes less than a second to find them in the employee directory. You expect that to be the end of it, but heâs still taking up space in your doorway. You quirk an eyebrow. âYes?â
The hand-wringing returns, along with an embarrassed flush that disappears beneath the neckline of his school-branded sweatshirt. âI justâum. Maybe you could, uh. Send that now? Before I get back there?â
You blink. âDonât you have to go all the way back across campus? How slow do you think I type?â He shrugs, and you give up on the idea of getting rid of him. âFine. Whatâs your name, anyway?â
âLee Chan. Iâm a sophomore. Do you know that guy?â
âOh. I thought for sure you were a freshman, but youâre gonna need to be more specific, Lee Chan, Sophomore.â
âThe guy they want you to tutor.â You freeze. The guy they want you to tutor isââChoi Seungcheol,â Chan tacks on, and, yeah, you knowâknew, you correct yourselfâsomeone with that name, once upon a time.
But there are a lot of Chois and a lot of Seungcheols. Itâs been years since youâve spoken to the Seungcheol you knew, and that was when heâd broken up with you toââI heard heâs a football player? Well, used to be, I guess. The girls in the office were freaking out so I guess heâs pretty famous, but I donât know anything about sports, do you? They said they have photocards of him. I thought they only did that for idols.â
You think about being kids together in Daegu. Think about the exasperated looks youâd share when your parents would drag the two of you to festivals: Palgongsan in the autumn, Biseulsan in the spring; transformation and rebirth. Think about being eight years old and watching your father cram into the small space of the Choisâ living room, standing around the TV with Seungcheolâs dad, shouting at Park Jonghwan. Daegu FC made the FA Cup quarterfinals that year, and you think, of everything, thatâs what youâll remember for the rest of your life.
You think about falling in love slowly. Sixteen and clueless, the pair of you were. Didnât really know any different, just that youâd look at him and feel butterflies. That youâd hold hands in secret. Text beneath the dinner table. That youâd watch him on the football pitch and be consumed by pride. That the future felt impossibly far away, that life would never catch up to the two of you.
You think about all the football jargon you didnât understandâthe academies, the teams, the implications. You think about, Iâm thinking about trying out for the FC Seoul U-18, I just donât think thereâs much more I can do here in Daegu. You think about replying, Oh, I applied to university there.
You remember thinking it mustâve been fate, how easy that had worked out. How easy that first hurdle had been overcome.
You think about how fast everything happened. The try-out, the acceptance, the explosion. Remember being unable to go anywhere those first few months without seeing Seungcheolâs face, touted as the next big thing. Think about applying for scholarships when he was applying for international visas. Think about studying for midterms when Seungcheol was studying English for interviews.
You think about the last few weeks of your relationship, when it felt like you were desperately trying to cling to ghosts. Think about how Seoul had once felt endlessly big, both in opportunity and size, and how it now felt suffocating. You think about, So youâre just giving up? Is that what youâre saying? Think about, I donât know what else to do. It doesnât feel fair to you.
You think about all the places youâve watched him. On countless football pitches; shy glances in school hallways; in the passenger seat, wracked with nerves on the drive to Seoul; poised above you in bed, hairline dotted with sweat as he rolled his hips, telling you how much he loved you.
You think about watching him walk out the door, and how you never watched him again.
So you fire off your email, concise and to the point about why you canât tutor Choi Seungcheol in Introduction to Microeconomics, and turn to Lee Chan, Sophomore.
âNo,â you finally answer. âNever heard of him.â
For all intents and purposes, your rejection shouldâve been the end of it.
A few days go by. You hold office hours, attend lectures, work on your thesis when you have both the time and the energy. Try to ignore the feeling of bees beneath your skin, anxiety needling each time you check your email. You were well within your right to decline the tutoring request, but you canât help but feel like youâve done something wrong. That someone somehow knows who Seungcheol was to you and will pull you up on it. That those girls whoâd gushed about him to Chan are somewhere laughing at your expense.
But you donât hear anything at all about it⊠until you do.
Sunday evening. You havenât moved from your couch in hours, some variety show playing in the background, barely audible over your keyboard clacking. Much to your detriment, you donât write many papers these days, so youâre out of practice. Feels like you havenât done anything besides formulas in years, all of your academic knowledge reduced to fucking math, so youâre about ready to toss your laptop out the window long before the email even comes through.
You see, From: Lee Yeonseok. You see, Subject: Choi Seungcheol - Tutoring.
Your stomach plummets to the floor.
You scan the body quickly. You see the words personal favor⊠friend of his father⊠urgent matter⊠and your hands start shaking. Whether itâs from the sheer audacity of this man or anxiety, you arenât sure, but itâs not like it matters. There arenât a whole lot of people on campus brave or dumb enough to go up against him twice.
âMotherfucker,â you spit, bitter the only taste in your mouth.
Where did you go wrong to wind up here? Youâd followed the script: got the grades, passed the exams, received half of the required education for the Respectable Career, helped a few others along the way chase dreams that may or may not have been their own. Youâd fallen in love. Only had a broken heart to show for it, but thatâd been in the script, too: The First Love, followed by The First Heartbreak.
The split from Seungcheol was supposed to have been the end of that chapter. Youâd planned on never seeing him again, and you never would have, had it been up to you. Apparently the universe has other plans, participation required.
âDid you spill onion dip on the rug again?â You startle, sending your laptop flying. Kaori, your roommate, is perched halfway in between the living room and the kitchen like a cryptid, clearly not expecting your reaction. âOh. Were you watching porn?â
Face burning, you fetch your laptop from the floor. âIn a common area? Kaori, please, I have far more decorum than that.â
She snorts, resuming her trek to the fridge. âSee, thatâs what I thought, but then I walked out here and you threw your laptop so fast it was like watching my ex get caught watching furry porn all over again.â She pries the lid off a large container of yogurt. âYou think this is still good?â
âDunno. Whatâs it smell like?â
She sniffs it and pulls it back to check the label. âVanilla, I think, which is concerning because itâs supposed to be strawberry.â
You shrug. âWhatâs the worst that can happen, you get extraââyou pause, trying to remember the correct order of things, before giving up entirelyââ...biotics?â
âMm, so close. Care if I just eat this with a spoon?â
Nose scrunched, you wave her off. âCouldnât pay me to eat yogurt on a good day, let alone if itâs expired. All yours, babe.â
Spoon in hand and a pleased smile on her face, Kaori collapses onto the couch beside you. You try to return your attention to your paper, try to find your momentum again, and it works for all of ten minutes before youâre groaning and slamming the top closed.
You donât even need to look over to know Kaoriâs staring. âWhatâs up with you?â she asks. Before she can answer: âWait, is this serious? Because I canât have a serious conversation in this t-shirt.â You steal a glance sideways. Ask Me About My Hemorrhoid! it says, and you exhale loudly. âDonât breathe at me, I lost a bet.â
âAnd continued wearing it?â
She jokingly rolls her eyes. âGod forbid a girl has hobbies.â Nudges you with her foot. âCâmon, spill.â
Kaori doesnât know about you and Seungcheol. Most people donât, aside from a few old classmates from Daegu who found you on social media and tried befriending you once he started making a name for himself in Seoul. After that, it was just easier to keep things private while you were together. New friends knew you were seeing someone but not their name or how long youâd been together. Any curiosity surrounding why the Choi Seungcheol was following you on Insta had been waved away easily. Our parents are friends, we grew up together. Then you broke up, and there wasnât any evidence to delete, and he wasnât following you on Instagram anymore, and it was easier that way.
So, yeahâeven though you hadnât met her until years later, Kaori knows you have an ex. She knows youâve had a few flings and situationships in the time since, too, and itâs why sheâs none the wiser when you ask, âItâs nothing, really. Justâdo you follow football at all?â
âNah, not really. The new guyâs pretty into it and keeps trying to get me to watch the games with him, but itâs so fucking boring? I dunno, I canât get into it. Not in real life, anywayâI binged all of Captain Tsubasa in an embarrassingly short amount of time, though. Why?â
âStudent Services asked me to tutor someone the other day and I had to turn it down. I just donât have the time, you know? This semesterâs already killer, and Dr. Ahnâs been riding my ass nonstop about grades. Turns out itâs some football player, so Dr. Lee emailed me asking me to do it as a personal favor, which means, on top of all the other shit I have to do, Iâm now tutoring some football player four hours a week in Microeconomics.â
Her face distorts. âGod, that guyâs such a prick. Like wow, youâre good at the economy! Good for you! Who cares! Why donât you go balance the national debt or something instead of torturing university freshmen!â
You also wrongly assume thatâs the last youâll hear of it from Kaori.
Two days later, after Student Services replies to your email with the days and times youâll be tutoring Seungcheol, she materializes in the living room to harass you.
âYou didnât tell me your football player was Choi Seungcheol.â
The panic is instant. You know how she means it, but itâs not how your body interprets it. All of a sudden it feels like an interrogation, an accusation, and a whopping serving of guilt takes up residence in the middle of your chest for not being entirely honest.
âExplains this weird text Ken sent me.â
She slides her phone over to you, open to her text thread with her current flavor of the week. Beneath an article about Seungcheol enrolling in classes at your school:
doesnât ur roomie TA there Why are you calling her âur roomieâ like you donât know her name?? Rude. Also yes. ask her to get me an autograph No babe pls he was my fav player before he got injured No đ fine. can i come over later? Starting to think youâre using me for my roommate. Get your own job đ
You hand her phone back. âI didnât think youâd know who Choi Seungcheol even is.â Itâs the best you can do, even though it just digs you a deeper grave. âYou said youâre not into football.â
âIâm not, but unfortunately I am into that stupid man.â She sighs, wistful and longing. âBabe, you have to understand. His dick is so big.â
You hadnât wanted to stay in Seoul for your graduate degree, let alone the same university youâd gone to for undergrad.
Youâd applied to schools all overâJapan, Europe, even a few in the States. Romanticized the hell out of NYU, went window shopping for an overpriced apartment, picked a favorite pizzeria based on nothing but vibes and online reviews. In those few months after graduation, there wasnât a whole lot tying you to Seoul. Your and Seungcheolâs relationship had been old history by then, your parents split. Your dad stayed in your childhood home and your mother moved a few hours closer to her sister. Theyâd waited until your brother was old enough to be out of the house.
And itâd just been⊠a lot. Overwhelming. Some days you could barely shower or feed yourself, let alone move halfway across the world, so youâd stayed in the familiar and tried not to let it feel like failure.
But the good thing about familiarity is you learn its tricks, figure out the hiding spots. Early on, your first or second week of grad school, you laid claim to a study room on a floor of the library everyone else ignored. You write notes on the whiteboard with faded blue markers that are still there days later. The chair on the opposite side of the table is always exactly where you left it, the space between it and the table enough to only accommodate you. Sometimes you leave booksâold paperbacks littered with notes in your writingâor papers, just to see if they move.
They never do.
And all of this is why it feels like a punch to the gut when that sanctity is tainted. When youâre halfway through a stack of Dr. Ahnâs exams and the doorknob rattles behind you. When you donât even need to turn around to know who it is, because he still sounds the same, still has that overwhelming presence. Youâve always sensed him before you felt him.
âThere you are,â Dr. Lee says, ambling into the room before you can protest. He, too, is overwhelming, just in different ways. Immaculate posture that anchors his slight frame thatâs always dressed impeccably and expensively. Wears a watch thatâs triple your tuition. Shoes polished so bright theyâre nearly blinding. âIâve been looking all over for you.â
This time it is an accusation.
Well, you found me, you want to say, but just knowing Seungcheol is behind him, lingering in that half-study room, half-hallway space, is enough to keep you quiet. Like if you speak youâll summon him closer and youâll no longer be able to pretend this is nothing more than a nightmare.
You plaster on a polite smile. Say, âAh, here I am, kyosu-nim,â and put all your energy into trying to glue Seungcheol to the floor with your mind.
Which is fruitless, because Dr. Lee moves further into the room. Gestures for Seungcheol to follow him with an impatient huff, and the study room is small, sure, and with three people it feels cramped, but thatâs not the reason it feels like all the airâs been sucked out of the room.
Seungcheol looks⊠different. He looks as anxious as you feel, and he sticks close to the wall like heâs trying to disappear. Dr. Lee introduces him with grave importance, unaware of your history, and the forced smile he offers you almost looks embarrassed.
You know Dr. Lee is still hammering away, probably giving you a stern talking-to for rejecting his request the first time, but you canât tear your eyes away from Seungcheol. Feels like the world around you has reduced to a pinhead, all hyperfocus; feels like your lungs are sucking in stale air one at a time.
â...his father is a very good friend of mine, so I expectâŠâ
You expected to feel nothing. Seungcheol had left to chase his dreamâone youâd always been so supportive of that it sometimes felt like your dream, tooâand, perhaps naively, you thought the distance and the years wouldâve been enough. You expected your heart to have hardened. You expected all those nights you spent crying to hit you at full force. You expected anger, hurtâindifference, at the very least.
â...as many hours per week as you both can manageâŠâ
But you shouldâve known better. Shouldâve expected the butterflies, the way your palms grow clammy, the way your heart rate spikes. Shouldâve expected everything to feel upside-down. You shouldâve expected to look at Seungcheol and feel sixteen and in love all over again.
â...you are responsible for his academic progressâŠâ
And that simply will not do. Youâve spent the last few years pulling yourself out of that hole, clawing your way back to something resembling normal. Youâve purged the thought of him from your mindâlet his scent fade from your sheets, an old sweatshirt heâd left behind; forgot the way his lips felt against every inch of your skin; forgot the way his entire being lit up when he laughed; forgot the safety he encompassed, the way he whispered all those sweet nothings.
You cannot go there again.
So you roll your shoulders back, smile politely. Say, âAh, kyosu-nim, Choi Seungcheol-ssi seems very intelligent, Iâm sure he is capable of being responsible for his own academic standing, donât you think?â
Dr. Lee cannot disagree without all but calling Seungcheol an idiot, so he hovers before you in shocked silence. Makes a show of huffing and checking his watch, like heâs all of a sudden remembered heâs late for something and being inconvenienced by this conversation he started, and then heâs halfway out of the library with a terse, âDiscuss and figure this out amongst yourselves,â thrown over his shoulder.
You have an entire dramatic exit planned in your head. Gather your things, fake a phone call that makes you sound authoritative and important, and brush past Seungcheol wearing your nicest perfume as if all of this is so far beneath you you canât even bring yourself to care about it.
Of course, you actually have to brush by him for any of that to happen, and since youâve already decided you will not go there again, you quickly scribble your email address onto a piece of paper and slide it across the table at Seungcheol, who has steadfastly remained planted just outside the door. âHereâs my email. I donât have time to discuss this right now.â Seungcheol cocks an eyebrow. You start throwing things into your bag haphazardly. You know you look frantic and affected, but thereâs not much you can do about that. âWhat? Send me a copy of your syllabus and what you want to prioritize. Itâll be easier to get through this if we have a plan instead of winging it.â
He seems to catch on to your distaste because he mirrors it. Scoffs as he rolls his eyes and says, âYeah, no use spending more time together than we have to,â and if you hadnât gone years without speaking, you wouldâve seen right through it.
But you did, so it stings all the same.
As it typically does, the planet keeps spinning after your run-in with Seungcheol.
You grade Dr. Ahnâs coursework. Try running off your anxiety at the gym, even though itâs pretty good at keeping pace with you these days. You meet Kaoriâs maybe-boyfriend sneaking out of your apartment early in the morning and he has the good sense not to mention your ex, but you chalk that up to the mess of hickeys covering his neck and not any sense of social decorum.
Other peopleâs embarrassment saves you a ton of your own, youâve come to learn.
Throughout all of this, Seungcheol only emails you once to send you his course syllabus. Doesnât mention tutoring or provide you with his schedule or ask for yours, so when youâre sitting in a bar with your friends, three or four drinks deep and feeling a little petty, you forward him the original tutoring request and make sure to bold, underline, and highlight the âRecommended Tutoring: Highâ part for good measure.
He doesnât take your baitâelectronically, at leastâbut he does show up to your office hours the following Tuesday.
Bag tossed onto the floor, he flops unceremoniously into the chair across from you and says, in lieu of a greeting, âThey spelled your name wrong. On the door thing.â
âI know,â you reply, your smile polite and terse. Incredible how he has the ability to raise your blood pressure in milliseconds. âWhat can I help you with?â
âDepends. How long do you have?â
âWell, considering youâve shown up to my office hours on time, Iâm assuming you already know Iâm here every Tuesday and Thursday from four to six. Soââyou glance at the clock above the doorââassuming no one comes by who needs my help more than you do, you have approximately one hour and fifty-eight minutes.â
Seungcheol is quiet for a moment as he takes you in. His stare is weighted; it makes you feel a little green around the edges. Clinical and sharp, so far removed from the way he used to look at you. You clear your throat. âI looked over your syllabus. The good news is thereâs only a midterm and a final and the rest is problem sets. The bad news is thereâs only a midterm and a final so theyâre weighted quite heavily. You really need to know this stuff inside-out to have any hope of passing.â
âThatâs why youâre here, right? Dr. Lee specifically requested you.â
You huff a breath through your nose. âIâm here as supplemental help. I canât take your exams or do your readings for you. What else are you taking this semester?â
He sighs, sinking further into the chair, very much playing the part of the heir who has no interest in any of this. Which⊠is unlike him, you think, if youâre even allowed to. The Seungcheol you knew years ago took everything so seriously. Never clipped corners or took shortcuts. Anyone else would think him a spoiled, petulant child. âBusiness Accounting and International Trade.â
âCould be worse,â you note. âAt least those three courses are tangentially related.â
Seungcheol rolls his eyes. âEasy for you to say. I havenât taken a fucking math class in years.â
You return it. âYou remember how to add and subtract, donât you?â
âI ruptured my ACL, not myâŠâ He trails off, looking a little embarrassed that he canât name a part of theââBrain.â
Whatever you were going to quip back with dies on your tongue. It's the first time Seungcheol has broached the topic of his injuryâthe first youâre hearing of it at all, actuallyâand he says it like itâs a joke, like itâs not a thing at all, but the pain is all over his face. The bitterness of the situation heâs found himself in. The unfairness of it all.
And there are so many questions you want to ask that arenât your place: if itâs fixable, if heâll ever play again, how heâs coping. But you donât really need toâyou canât imagine how youâd feel if someone suddenly pulled the rug out from under you. If everything contained within the four walls of your office suddenly disappeared.
Not that the man sitting across from you hadnât already done that, but.
âRight,â you continue, as if he hadnât said anything at all. You know Seungcheolâknow he wouldnât want you prodding, sticking your fingers in that particular wound. âI want you to take a look at this,â you say, handing over a printout you have saved from your undergrad tutoring days. âTell me what looks familiar, what doesnât; what does and doesnât make sense.â
He looks down at the paper. Back up at you. Down at the paper again. âWhat the fuck is this?â
âIâwhat? Cheol, itâs my old notes on recitation. Surely youâve already covered thisâthe syllabus says this is week one stuff.â He looks down at the paper again, and itâs so familiar, watching the life drain entirely from someoneâs eyes.
You barely resist the urge to slam your face onto your desk a second time.
You meet Seungcheol at the sports center for your next tutoring session.
He likes the humidity and the smell of the chlorine by the pool. He also likes that itâs not the football pitch, so the two of you sit in the bleachers there and go over his lecture notes. Much to your surprise, Seungcheol talks a mile a minute. Has stars in his eyes when he says he finally understands elastic demand curves, supply shock; tells you he spent a whole hour making flashcards.
Itâs the first time youâve seen him so excited since your tutoring beganâthe first glimmer of hope youâve felt since Dr. Lee cornered you in your library hideaway. None of this surprises you. Seungcheol has always been smart, even when football was his primary (and sometimes only) focus. He has more determination and grit than anyone youâve ever met, so youâre not surprised heâs doing well, excelling, but you are surprisedâ
âCan I ask you something?â Seungcheol shrugs, shoves half a protein bar in his mouth and swallows without chewing. âWhy are you⊠uh. Here?â
âAt this university?â
âNot exactly. I mean, I am wondering about that, but I guess⊠why business?â
Seungcheol hums. Tucks his good knee to his chest and stares down at the pool. No oneâs using it, and truthfully the two of you probably arenât even allowed to be here, but you understand why he likes it. Itâs nowhere near as secluded as the library and definitely not as air conditioned, but it is peaceful. Calm. The water laps against the coping in quiet, small waves.
âAh, I donât know. You know how it goes.â
You quirk an eyebrow. Never, in all the years youâve known him, has Seungcheol done anything he didnât want to do. All that grit and determination. âWhat about your father, then? Dr. Lee mentioned this was a favor to him. Heâs a pretty important person to have in your Rolodex of favors.â
Doesnât take a rocket scientist to see what this is: Seungcheolâs father has new money; worked from the bottom up, made some smart investment decisions that finally panned out after Seungcheol left for Seoul. Started doing his own thing, made a name for himself. Last youâd heard from your mother, Seungcheolâs brother was second-in-command. Hell, even your own brother did an internship there.
So you know what this is: a father helping his son after his dream was shattered, life turned upside-down. You canât blame him, even if youâve heard the whispers from all the way across campus. That Seungcheol is washed up now, trying to nepo his way into his fatherâs company because of it; that all he knows is sports and he shouldâve stuck to that, what does he know about business, why is he the one Dr. Lee went out of his way to help.
Doesnât stop any of them from smiling at him, though; doesnât stop them from asking for autographs or selfies.
But you also know this isnât something Seungcheol seems willing to discuss, so you crack a jokeââI mean, business. God, whoâd wanna go into that?ââand go back to what he was willing to talk about.
Youâve never hated elastic demand curves so much in your life.
Deep in the throes of tutoringâwhen you canât tell if itâs week two or week twelveâyou make it back to your apartment just before ten, head pounding.
The door flies open just as youâre about to punch in the code, and there stands Ken, looking far more put-off than youâve ever seen him. Looks defeated, if youâre being honest, like someone mopped up all his emotions and wrung them out like dirty dishwater.
âOh, hi,â you say hesitantly. The man in front of you seems too much like a caged animal to let your guard down. âEverything okay?â
He aborts a nod halfway. Mutters an apology as he brushes by you and stalks down the hall, disappearing around the corner to the elevators. Usually heâs a talkerâyou havenât been able to avoid a Seungcheol-related conversation in weeksâso youâre a little stunned. Stand there stupidly for a while, and thatâs where Kaori finds you a moment later.
âYou gonna stand out here all night, orâŠ?â
âOhâyeah, right.â
You follow her inside. Toe off your shoes and put them in the rack. Focus on the sound of the kettle whistling instead of the overbearing tension in the room. Drop your bag off in your room, throw on a sweatshirt three sizes too big and a comfy pair of socks. Rummage through the fridge for leftovers, contemplate what mindless show youâll watch as you eat, and you do not, under any circumstances, ask Kaori what happened.
You donât have to. You knew what this was going to be the first time Ken spent the nightâthe way he looked mortified to be meeting you in the shared kitchen at seven a.m., wearing a look that begged you not to tell your roommate he was sneaking out.
I, uh, have an early class, heâd said. You know how it is.
Maybe you shouldâve called him on it then. Issued a warning-but-not-really. Sheâll get attached if you donât tell her. She should know itâs different for you, if it is.
But youâd convinced yourself it wasnât your place. Kaori wouldnât want you in her business like that, so you stayed quiet, just nodded before watching him slip his shoes on and close the door behind him so quietly you wouldnât have known he left at all if you hadnât been looking. Gone, just like a ghost.
So, yeah, you know exactly why your roommate looks haunted.
âIâm a few episodes behind on this if you want to watch with me,â you offer, pointing at the television with the remote. Itâs a lieâyouâve never watched this show a day in your life, which Kaori seems to knowâbut she contemplates it nonetheless. âAlso, my mom mailed us some cookies. I think theyâre in the fridge.â
âWhy are there cookies in the fridge?â
You huff a laugh. âThey were outside the door this morning before I left for campus. I donât knowâjust saw who the package was from and was like, oh, this must go in the fridge.â
She nods. Grabs the container and joins you on the couch. Sticks her feet beneath your butt and doesnât mention a thing.
The closest she comes is a few days later. Catches you right before you head out to campus and asks how tutoring is going.
âNot bad, actually.â
Her smile doesnât reach her eyes when she says, âThatâs good. Iâm glad things are going well for you two.â
Lee Chan, Sophomore makes his unexpected return at your office hours on an unsuspecting Tuesday.
âCan I help you?â
He doesnât answer right away, just helps himself to the seat across from you. âMaybe,â comes his cryptic retort. âI was thinking about signing up for that crypto course next semester.â
You narrow your eyes. âNo, you werenât.â
He sighs. Looks a little panicked, like he canât believe that didnât work. âYouâre right, youâre right. I, umâI wanted to come say thank you.â He pauses. âYou know, for that⊠email you sent.â
You blink. âNo, you didnât.â
Lee Chan, Sophomore cracks immediately. Thunks his head on your desk and lets loose a pained sound. It nearly sounds like heâs wailing when he says, âIâm sorry! They put me up to it!â
What youâre able to piece together is this: Lee Chan, Sophomore has become a bit of a celebrity in the Student Services department ever since he met you, Choi Seungcheolâs tutor. And, like any smart, previously unpopular university student would do, he took advantage of it. Mightâve stretched the truth a little to make it sound like he knew more than he did, so now here he is, angling for information the girls with the photocards may or may not have paid him to get.
âThey want to know about his girlfriend.â
âHis what?â
What youâre able to piece together is also this: the Photocard Girls are certain Seungcheol is dating someone, based on little more than vibes. You suspect these vibes are their three degrees of separation, considering there was an abnormal amount of Change of Major files formed after his enrollment, but you tell Lee Chan that you donât know anything and, even if you did, you wouldnât put his business out there like that.
But some part of you still has this inexplicable urge to protect Seungcheol, so you match their offer with interest and tell him to say thereâs nothing to reportânot that you didnât know, not that he couldnât get anything out of you. Seungcheol isnât dating anyone.
You donât know if itâs true, but you figure that if it isnât, he still deserves privacy.
Which is a notion you have trouble explaining a few hours later, when Seungcheol strolls into your office with a grease-stained paper bag full of cheese coin bread, offering one to you with a proud smile that drops slowly when you just stare in return.
âWhatâs wrong?â
Your mouth opens, closes, opens again. Nothing comes out, even though it should be simple. Some sophomore kid was just in here angling for information or the Student Services department is taking bets on whether or not you have a girlfriend would both suffice, but you cannot bring yourself to say the words.
What you settle on is, âSorry, I just⊠had an interesting meeting before you got here.â
âOh. Are you okay?â
You sigh. Tilt your head back to stare up at the ceiling. âIt was about you, actually.â
Seungcheol chokes, starts stuttering over words you canât make sense of. Says, âMe? Why? I passed my last examâI mean, barely, but I still passed. And that wasnât your fault! I didnât study enough! Iâve been losing my mind over my International Trade class, that shit sucksââ
âIt wasnât about your grades, Cheol.â
âOh.â Then, slowly, a lopsided, pleased smile overtakes his face. âHavenât heard you call me Cheol in a while.â
âSeungcheol,â you correct.
He seems to forget all about the meeting. Tries again to offer you a coin bread before he threatens to eat them all himself, so you acquiesce mostly to shut him up, say youâll bring the extras to Kaori. For some reason, you tell him about how much sheâd loved the cookies your mom sent, and the nostalgia sets him off, gets him talking again, asking if they were the yakgwa she used to make when you two were kids.
They were, but you canât seem to tell him that, either.
Seungcheol: sorry itâs last minute - running late. can you meet me at my place instead?
Seungcheol shared a location with you
Youâre halfway to replyingâI donât think thatâs appropriateâbefore you sigh and delete it. Midterms are only a few days away and you donât have time to argue over where your tutoring sessions will be, so if Seungcheol wants to meet at his apartment thatâs where youâll meet him.
You read over the midterm notes on the train. Once, twice, and then a hundred more times until theyâre nearly memorized, all so you can ignore the voice in the back of your head saying what a bad idea this is. That you have no business being on your way to your exâs swanky part of town or integrating yourself into his life beyond tutoring at all. You shouldnât know where he lives. Maybe you shouldnât even have his phone number or answer his texts.
Not that thereâs much you can do about it now, two stops away.
Seungcheol greets you warmly, if not a little rushed. Apologizes for the mess once you step inside, although itâs less âmessâ and more âhavenât finished unpacking,â but thereâs enough clear space to study at the dining table, so thatâs where you set up, determined to keep things professional.
âSorry again about this,â Seungcheol says, placing a can of cola in front of you as he takes the seat across. âI had to meet with my father and lost track of time, I guess.â
âOh. Howâs he doing?â
Seungcheol sighs, leans further back in the chair as runs a hand through his hair. A light brown, now. âSame as he always was, I guess. Talked about the business, about my brother. Canât get him to shut up about that stuff most of the time.â
âThe business is doing good, though.â You cough, clear your throat. âMy, uh. My brother interned there during undergrad. I donât know if your father told you that.â
You donât know why you say it, because itâs clear from the brief flicker of pain on Seungcheolâs face that he hadnât known, that no one had told him. And it hurts you too that they felt the need to keep it a secret, to protect Seungcheol from you even in tangential ways.
âHe didnât,â he admits, âbut Iâm sure he was happy to see him. He was, uhâhe was glad to hear youâre my tutor. Said you were always smarter than all of us boys combined.â
You laugh. Hope it sounds casual instead of strained. âWell, no need to prove him right. Come on,â you say, tossing a study guide in his direction, âletâs get to work.â
Everything is alright for a whileânearly an hour at least. He has the formulas memorized and attributed to the correct equations. He can explain supply and demand, preference and utility, but things start to fall apart around budget constraints and constrained choice.
The formulas get mixed up. He grows frustrated when he doesnât know the answers to your questions right away. Rolls his eyes and gets a little snappy when you correct him, try to explain things differently in a way he understands. At first heâs able to temper it, collect himself before things truly start spiraling out of control, but the longer the two of you sit there the more it all unravels.
He snaps, you snap back, and you canât figure out why. Youâve survived this long in Seungcheolâs orbit even though you never thought youâd be around him again, and perhaps it was bound to explode eventually, butâŠ
Itâs the familiarity, you realize.
You and Seungcheol arenât friends, though youâve been playing at it for weeks now: meeting outside of the library or your office, the personal conversations bordering on reminiscing, being in his personal space. You donât belong here. You donât want to be his friendâyou canât be, not for real or pretend.
âThatâs not what Iâm sayââ
âThen explain it better,â Seungcheol fires at you, eyebrows creasing. âYouâre the tutor here.â
You roll your eyes. âIâm trying, okay? All I meant wasâyour answer isnât wrong, but I know Dr. Lee and heâs going to want more than that in a response.â
âRightânot good enough, like I said.â
âIâm just asking you to expand on your answerââ
âAnd Iâm telling you thatâs all Iâve got. Iâm not like you, all right? I donât have all this shit just floating around in my head all the time. Iâm not smart, I barely have any idea whatâs going on half the time, and you sitting here being condescending about it is doing fuck-all to help.â
You inhale sharply, taken aback at the hostility in his voice. Suggest calling it for the night, say neither of you will be productive if you keep going like this, and neither of you bother to apologize.
So much of your relationship with Seungcheol was marred by clichés.
The two of you passing notes back and forth during class. You in the bleachers of all his games, screaming along to the team chants, waving a sign around with his name on it. Not realizing you had a crush on him at all until he liked someone else and it made your stomach hurt. Childhood friends turned lovers.
Another clichĂ©: that itâs starting to feel like that all over again.
Seungcheol sits across from you in the library, econ textbook cracked in half in front of him as he pays no attention. Keeps grabbing his phone each time it vibrates across the table. Canât fight the smile that forces its way onto his face when he reads whateverâs there.
Stupid, you thinkâboth to do this and to think itâd play out any other way. Seungcheol left years ago. Probably lived ten lifetimes while he was away while you were here in this exact spot doing this exact thing. Barely lived half a life, just stuck your nose in textbooks and forced your way through.
âCheol,â you say, trying to drag his attention back to the study guide. No use. Heâs typing away, presses his tongue into the fat of his cheek as he responds. âSeungcheol,â you try again.
Also fruitless.
You have no claim here, you remind yourselfânot to his time, not to him. Heâs only here because someone else mandated it. Youâre only here because someone else mandated it, but it stings all the same. Another reminder of what used to be, of what ended regardless of what you wanted. Another reminder that the role you used to play in his life is not the role you play now. That the space you used to take up created a vacancy, and eventually it was going to be filled.
And if this was anyone other than Seungcheol, if you were more emotionally evolved when it came to him, it wouldnât gnaw at you as much. All of this would roll off your shoulders.
But it isnât, and youâre not.
âIf youâre not going to listen, thenââ
âI am listening,â he interjects, but heâs not looking at you. Not looking at his textbook or his study guide. Keeps laughing and smiling at his phone, and itâs sick how bothered you are by it. That it feels like your stomachâs been turned inside-out with jealousy; with annoyance, because you donât want to be here anyway, donât want to do this anymore, and youâre wasting your time on someone who doesnât appreciate it.
Perhaps he never did.
âWhat are we discussing, then?â
Still not looking up: âConsumer theory.â
You laughâmore a huff of air than anything, grin sardonically out of one corner of your mouth. Seungcheol sees none of it. âWrong,â you answer, already expecting the way he shrugs it off. âIâm gonna skip ahead a few chapters, though. Consider it a freebie for your business class.â
It must be your tone that finally grabs his attention. Cutting, precise, purposeful. Seungcheol lowers his phone, quirks an eyebrow, wonders where this is going to go. Itâs clear heâs pissed you off, that youâre itching for a fight. Itâs clear the years of silence are finally coming to a head.
âLetâs talk about ROI. You know what that is?â You barely give him a second. âReturn on investment. A performance measure used to evaluate the efficiency of an investment or compare the efficiency of several investments. So, letâs say I make one-hundred-thousand won on a ten-thousand won investment: my ROI is 90%. Are you following?â
He nods.
âGreat, now letâs try something a bit more hypothetical.â You suck in a breath. âLetâs say I invest years of my adolescence into someone. A friend at first and then something more. Letâs say I played cheerleader, supported every hope and dream he hadâwent to every game, cheered him on, helped him practice his English. Held his hand and talked him down when the pressure felt overwhelming, when the only thing that felt inevitable was failure. Now, letâs say all I got in return was a stuttered, awkward apology as he dumped me and walked out the door. Letâs say that guy showed up again after years of silence just to once again waste my fucking time.â
The thing about pain is itâs not linear. What hurt five, ten years ago might not hurt today, but it might tomorrow; what hurt yesterday may never hurt again. The thing about pain is it lets you stick your head in the sand until it canât anymore, and thatâs where you are now: that window of time between Seungcheol walking out the door on the assumption youâd never see him again before he bulldozed his way back into your life has been slammed closed, locked up tight.
So you donât even notice youâre crying until the room goes deathly silent and you can hear the drip drip drip of tears on paper. Until you watch Seungcheolâs hands flex and unflex in mid-air, stuck in that liminal space, wanting to reach out but knowing he has no right to. Until your chest aches so bad youâre sure youâre either about to break into stardust or cease to exist.
Until you say, âWhat, Choi Seungcheol, would you say my fucking return on investment was?â and he has nothing to say at all.
Kaori invites you to a party.
Just something small to celebrate the end of midterms and a classmateâs birthday. Nothing out of control or raucous, not even the kind of thing thatâd earn a second glance from campus security. I wonât even make fun of you if you leave before eleven, is how she sold it to you, in addition to a small amount of begging and bargaining and a powerful set of puppy-dog eyes.
After everything the two of you have been through, you find it hard to say no.
So here you are, nearly eleven oâclock on a Friday, a cup of cheap beer in hand. A friend of a friend of a friend is wailing into a karaoke machine and although your ears are bleeding, it does feel nice for that to be your greatest worry. You arenât thinking about your classes or how youâve been prioritizing everyone elseâs academic success. You arenât thinking about whateverâs going on between Kaori and Ken. You arenât thinking about Seungcheol.
At least you arenât, until he walks through the door.
Youâre going to continue not thinking about him at allânot about the fact heâs alone or how good he looks in a simple black T-shirt thatâs a little taut in the shoulders. Youâre not going to think about the way the air shifts, like the universe knows heâs important and is willing to accommodate. Youâre not going to think about how Kaori catches your eye across the room, recognizes him from all her internet searches, and the way she mouths oh my god heâs so beefy at you.
Youâre not going to think about how guilty you feel that she doesnât know, because if you do youâre certain itâll take over.
You watch Seungcheol work the room; watch as he floats between conversations, as strangers fall over themselves at the sight of him. How eager everyone is to give him something and how reluctant he is to take them. You watch as he winds up in the same circle as Kaori and how she must mention you, oh, your tutor is my roommate, because thereâs a question in return before he turns and meets your gaze.
You wonder why the distance between you feels more insurmountable now than ever before.
Seungcheol finds you in your office.
Itâs not a Tuesday or a Thursday, far later than four to six in the evening, but he doesnât even bother knocking before heâs barreling in, stifling your space with his bad energy.
You havenât seen him in nearly two weeks. Not since the party, if that even counts. Hasnât bothered to reply to any of your texts or emails, and that was just fine by you, if thatâs how he wanted to act, but it isnât until heâs brooding on the other side of your desk that you realize youâre still aggrieved, too. Feels a little too familiar, him leaving you behind and in the dark.
So you donât mean toâtypically have much more professionalism than thisâbut when he tosses a stapled stack of papers with a barely-passing grade on your desk and says, âThis is your fault,â the words come automatically and without forethought.
âFuck off, Seungcheol.â Itâs not your words that take him by surprise; more so the roll of your eyes, the accompanying huff. The impression that all of this is beneath you and nothing more than a mere annoyance. That however affected you were two weeks ago is not how affected you are anymore. âThatâs what happens when you blow off your tutoring for two weeks because youâre a coward.â
He laughs, incredulous; unable to help the sound the tumbles out of his mouth. âIâm aâIâm a coward?â
âYes,â you reply, tone giving away nothing. All he sees is feigned nonchalance despite the hurricane you feel brewing beneath the surface. âThis,â you continue, pinching the corner of the paper between your fingertips and disposing of it in the trashcan beneath your desk, âis all on you, but do please let me know if thereâs anything else youâd like to blame me for. Iâm all ears.â
You donât miss it: the way Seungcheolâs eyes grow wide at your âIâm all.â The way he thinks youâre going to punctuate that sentence with yours, and it nearly has bile rising in your throat. Makes you want to scream, rip at your hair. If the last few months have taught you anything, itâs that you are still hopelessly in love with the man across from youâthe man that continues to leave before heâs left, always at your expense.
So, yeahâSeungcheol is a coward, but only when it comes to you.
But he doesnât look much like one now, gripping so hard at the edge of your desk that his knuckles have gone white, baseball cap pulled down low enough his eyes are barely visible. Heâs always been overwhelming, always carried himself with an exaggerated arrogance even when it wasnât warranted, always took everything so seriously, and maybe thatâs why youâd thought heâd treat you the same way. Take you seriously. Wouldnât just throw it all away on a maybe thing, and thatâs why it's been years and you still arenât over it.
Maybe Seungcheol is a coward, and maybe so are you.
Because not once since heâs been back have you been able to say what you mean. Canât seem to tell him about the anger, the hurt, the heartbreak. Played it all off as petty nonchalance because you foolishly thought that would hurt him, that youâve been reduced to simmering ash, no hope left for a fire.
âI could never blame you for a goddamn thing,â he says, voice so deep you could drown in it.
You so desperately want to know. You donât want to know anything at all. You want Seungcheol to explain everything to you in detail and spoil the ending, but only if itâs guaranteed to be happy. Enduring another loss like the first timeâyouâre not sure you can take it. Not after you two have crossed paths like this, because youâve never quite believed in fate but you think that has to mean something. That so much time and life had transpired and you two came back together.
Today, though, it doesnât look like youâre going to get any answers.
Seungcheol straightens, looms at full height. Digs into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulls out a thumb drive. Wordlessly, he hands it over, and then heâs gone just as abruptly as heâd arrived.
Again.
Kaori wants to spend the weekend moping, and you canât come up with a good reason not to join her.
She doesnât mention Ken once. Not when sheâs sobbing over A Silent Voice and Toradora! after that. Not when she keeps glancing at her phone every couple minutes to see if she has any texts. Not when youâonly halfway paying attention between grading and your own assignmentsâsuggest ordering something for delivery, maybe that new burger place down the street you heard was good, and Kaori shuts it down so vehemently you can only assume it was Kenâs favorite place.
Kaori just cries over the man with the big dick she never expected to take so seriously, and not even your stonewalling makes her feel ashamed of it.
And thereâs respectability in that kind of openness and vulnerability. At least whatever sheâs feeling is honest; at least she can admit sheâs sad. You think watching Kaori process her breakup might help you process yours too, years too late, so you suck in a breath and ask, âCan I tell you something or is now not a good time?â
Kaori looks over at you. Dabs a soggy tissue at her eyes. âWell, I guess it depends,â is her answer, and she doesnât shy away from how waterlogged her voice sounds. âIf youâre going to tell me youâre a Takasu and Kawashima shipper, maybe, but if itâs anything worse Iâm not sure I could take it.â
âIâwhat? Who even are they?â She gives you a half-hearted thumbs up. You sigh in response, sink further into the couch. âItâs, uh.â Clear your throat. âDo you remember when we met sophomore year? At that party? And I told you I wasnât looking for anything and you said, and I quote, why not, I have a sixth sense for this kind of thing and I know that guy will have a hugeââ
She hides her face behind her hands. âEw, god, yes I remember that. My dick whisperer era. How embarrassing.â
âRight. And I told you I wasnât looking for anything because Iâd just gotten out of something.â
âNot really by choice, if I remember correctly. I told you if it was quiet it shouldâve been loud, and then you never talked about it again.â
You nod. âIâyeah, that sounds like something I wouldâve said.â You suck in a deep breath. âListen, this is probably gonna sound bad considering I did never talk about it again, butââ
âHey,â Kaori says, nudging you with her foot. Meant to be comforting, somehow. âItâs okay. Thereâs a lot you donât know about me, too⊠most of which Iâm not sure you should, actually.â
A laugh forces its way out, gives you a nice reprieve from the anxiety of the conversation youâre about to have. The need to explain it all, the need for advice. Maybe itâs not herâor anyone elseâsâbusiness, but you think youâve kept this to yourself long enough. You and Seungcheol loved each other, once, and it seems foolish that no one knows.
Maybe Kaori had been right. Maybe love should be shouted from the rooftops; exist out in the open. Maybe something hidden in the shadows can never thrive in the light, and you knew it back then, deep down, but now it seems so obvious.
You think back to a few days before the library. Think about how things didnât feel good but they felt okay. Think about the frustrated crease between Seungcheolâs eyebrows as he stared down at his textbook and how all youâd wanted to do was smooth it. Think about how youâd rolled your lips and tried not to laugh; how you thought itâd take a miracle to help Seungcheol pass this class.
Think about: What is the difference between the short-run and the long-run from the perspective of production theory?
Think about the short-run of your and Seungcheolâs relationshipâthat youâd burned bright and fast, even though itâd felt like a million years. Hadnât dared to consider the long-run because anything beyond that bubble felt impossible.
Think about: Which of the following is not a property of isoquants?
Think about the way Seungcheolâs eyes lit up when he knew the answer. That theyâre always linear, he said, and you smiled at his enthusiasm, raised your hand to high-five him and dropped it when he hadnât noticed.
You think about the explanationâisoquants can be linear when inputs are perfectly substitutableâand what those graphs look like. Downward sloping, left to right. Think about how the graphs change when the isoquants are perfect complements.
L-shaped. Less straight as the inputs become poorer substitutes.
You know what your and Seungcheolâs graph wouldâve looked like back then.
So itâs easy, almost, to tell Kaori everything. You tell her about growing up in Daegu, about the smell of the azaleas at Biseulsan in the spring. You tell her about how your parents had befriended the neighbors, how they had a kid your age, that that kid was Seungcheolâyes, that Seungcheol.
Sheâs able to anticipate the rest from there, but you fill in the blanks of what she canât: being sixteen and falling in love, holding hands, the clandestine notes. All those football matches and how your throat would be hoarse from cheering. How nauseous youâd felt applying to university in Seoul, how excited you were when Seungcheol said he was coming with you. That, after you arrived, it felt like you were living in fast-forward. Barely any time to breathe or adjust; no time to just be you and Seungcheol. You had to be a student, someone responsible; Seungcheol had to be a phenom.
âCould you feel it was going to happen?â Kaori asks, now sat ramrod straight, all her attention on you. âLike, did you know?â
âI donât know,â you admit. âMaybe I did? Itâs hard to say now, all this time later. I know things definitely felt different, like life was pulling us in opposite directions.â You laugh, bitterness coloring the edges. âYou couldnât go two blocks without seeing him on some billboard, and I was just⊠normal, you know? I wasnât some rising star athlete like he was, I just went to my classes. How was I supposed to compete with something like that?â
Your roommate hums, leans back into the pillows as she stares up at the ceiling. âI donât think you were. Maybe thatâs why Seungcheol was worriedâmaybe he felt like you were losing your own identity feeling like you had to keep up.â
You want to push back, argue that you werenât, that you didnât, but the truth is that itâs possible. That the shadows created by Seungcheolâs dreams were so massive you wouldnât be surprised if they unintentionally swallowed you up. âIt still wasnât his choice to make,â you say, voice barely above a whisper.
And Kaori already knows all about your hurt, listened as you explained it all and laid everything bare. So when she says, âSometimes thatâs just how it goes, though, babe,â it doesnât feel condescending. âWe do the best we can with what weâve got at the time. You can say now it wasnât Seungcheolâs choice to make, because itâs been almost five years and youâve made a life for yourself separate from him. But theâgod, this is gonna sound so patronizing, I am so sorryâbut you guys were so young. No one has it all figured out at that age.â
She snorts, runs a hand through her messy hair. âShit, Iâm nearly halfway to thirty and I still donât know anything.â Adopts a frown. âWhat do you want now? Do you want closure? Want to try to fix things and become friends?â
âI donât know,â you admit, biting at a hangnail. âHe actually, um. The other day when he stopped by my office, he left me a USB drive? And before you ask, no I did not already look at it.â
âA USB drive? Who does this guy think he is, James Bond?â A pause. âAre you gonna look at it, though?â
You do.
Not until the silver, midnight light creeps in through your bedroom curtains and youâve stared at the ceiling long enough; waited long enough for texts that never came, for divine intervention to, well, intervene. It never didâfair enoughâso you decide to take fate by the reins. Grab your laptop, instant headache from the screen, stick the drive into the port.
It takes a second for it to load, but when it does: dozens of videos, organized by date. Vlogs, by the look of themâsome from before your breakup but the majority of them from after.
Youâre not sure what you expected, but it wasnât this.
You click on the first one: a month and a half before both of you moved to Seoul. A fresh-faced Seungcheol appears on your screen, cheeks still round with adolescence. Heâs in his room back in Daegu, canât get the camera angle right. Nostalgia hits you like a ton of bricks as it pans to the side, to the wall behind his bed, and you see all his old posters. Mostly football players you couldnât name, some girl group he used to love, a few movies. Just below them are some of the notes youâd written him in school, and theyâre all you can focus on as he talks about how excited he is for the move.
The next: a few weeks after youâd started classes. By then, Seungcheol was well into the swing of things with Seoul FC. Already a big fish in a small pond, tryout offers from European teams starting to roll in. You can hear yourself in the background stressing over your first exam, wishing a generational curse upon your calculus professor. In the video, Seungcheol laughs, whispers like heâs telling the camera a secret as he talks about how nervous he is for his future. I donât know why, he says, but it just feels like everything is about to change.
Thereâs a long pause between that one and the next. You understand why when you look at the date: three months after your breakup. Your hands hover uselessly above your keyboard. Whatever answers youâve been looking for the last few years are probably in this video, but you canât bring yourself to open it. Not right away, at least.
You click on a different one at random. Seungcheolâs somewhere in Europe, judging from the language on the signs behind him. Snow falls quietlyâwhenever he filmed this, it mustâve been early. No one else is around, and he cracks a joke that itâs a good thing, people would probably think he was crazy if they saw him. He doesnât tell you where heâs going but he narrates the entire walk: points out a cafe heâs grown to love. The way to get to his practice stadium from where heâs standing. Pauses near a restaurant and laughs ruefully, shakes his head, says, I donât know why Iâm telling you this, but one of my teammates set me up on a blind date here and I got stood up. Youâd probably think that was funny.
(You do. It also makes your chest ache.)
One from two years ago: Seungcheol in a hotel room, clearly nervous. He raises his hand to wave at the camera and you can see the corners of his nails bitten raw. Dark circles beneath his eyes; cheekbones more pronounced than youâve ever seen them. On the screen, Seungcheol sighs, rakes a hand through freshly-bleached hair. Sucks in a deep breath as he says, Iâm so nervous. Iâm soâso fucking nervous and I donât. Fuck, I donât know what to do. I want to call you because you always knew what to say but thatâs so fucking selfish. God, we havenât spoken in years, and itâs myâthatâs my fault, I know, so I brought this all on myself. I just want to hear your voice.
Another from a week after that: the colorâs returned to his face, and heâs recording from what looks like a penthouse apartment. Sleek, modern; a small white dog napping on the bed beside him. He smiles, looks like he got his teeth fixed, looks like heâs no longer carrying around the weight of the world. Talks endlessly and excitedly about some tournament. Talks so fast you can barely keep up. Talks around words tinged with languages you donât understand.
Seungcheol wins a championship. Records a drunk vlog from the same night, hair soaked through with god-knows-whatâwater, champagne, you donât know. But he looks radiant. Looks like the culmination of two decades of dreaming. He looks happy, free, at peace. He looks like the reason he let you go, why he had to go away.
You scroll to the bottom of the files. Pause at the last video, dated seven months before the term started.
âHi,â he says, and you can immediately tell everything is all wrong. Seungcheolâs in the dark, face only visible enough to see the tears tracking on his cheeks. âThis is going to be the last one of these I make. I donât know if you, uhâIâm sure you arenât paying attention to meâmy careerâanymore, but. I, um. I got hurt. Ruptured my ACL. Theyâre not sure IâllâŠâ A sob escapes him. Has you wanting to climb through the screen to hold him, thumb away his tears, tell him everything is going to be okay. âThey donât know if Iâll ever play again.â
Seungcheol no longer looks happy, free, at peace. âMaybe youâll be happy to hear that,â he continues. âMaybe itâll help you to know I threw away our relationship for nothing.â
Cut to black.
The sudden silence is deafening. Has you desperately clicking back to the video youâd skipped, the one from just after your breakup. Seungcheol looks the same in that one, too, like the life has been drained out of him.
I donât know why Iâm doing this. Itâs not like Iâll ever show these to you now, since IâŠ
Iâm sure I owe you an explanation. To be honest, I donât know what Iâm doing, I justâthings have been so hard, and Iâm still trying to make sense of it all. I feel like my life went from zero to a hundred before I could even blink and now Iâm scrambling. I didnât think it was fair toâto drag you through that. Me being away, moving to an entirely different continent. I have faith we could do it, I just. I donât know, baby, I donâtâŠ
You deserve to have your own life. Be your own person. Iâm so scared that the world will never see you for who you areâso beautiful and intelligent and kind. You donât deserve to be reduced to my partner. And if you ever see this, I know youâre gonna roll your eyes. Probably call me a mean name because I took the choice away from you, because you think Iâm trying to be selfless and heroic, and youâd be right. Itâs not fair, and I wish I could tell you Iâm sorry.
I wish I could just⊠pluck out my brain and give it to you, because even if it killed me to do it, at least it makes sense to me. And I donâtâI donât want you to think Iâm not hurting. Iâve been sick to my stomach since I left. I know Iâm making a mistake, I know I am, I justâhow do I do what I think is right in the long-run when itâs not what I want right now, or ever?
I donât want to get over you. I donât want you to get over me, and thatâs how you know Iâm not acting selflessly, because you should. I want you to always be happy, I just⊠wish it was with me.
So, Iâm going to keep making these. Iâm going to take you along for the ride, wherever it takes us, because you should be here but I can only hope you can one day understand why youâre not. Iâm soâIâm so sorry, I donâtâŠ
Iâm sorry.
I love you.
You fall asleep and dream that you were the one meant to meet him at that restaurant.
The first thing you do is make a call to your mother.
âCould you send another container of yakgwa?â
On the other end of the line, your mother tuts, motherly intuition audibly kicking into overdrive. Is probably wearing that all-knowing, sly grin she always does when you try to be coy and evasive. âWhat happened to the last container I sent?â
âAh, you know Kaori loves those. They barely lasted an hour after I told her what was in there.â
She hums an acknowledgement. Sounds like she takes a sip of tea. âI remember someone else being quite fond of those cookies, too.â
âWell, they are the most popular cookies in the country, so.â
After haranguing you into admitting theyâre for Seungcheol and not your roommate, your mother promises to send them quickly. A few days at most, which buys you enough time to figure out how youâre going to approach the man in question.
The vlogs have turned your entire world upside-down. Answered questions you hadnât even known you had. Took all that anger and resentment youâd been holding onto and set it free, and now youâre just left with⊠a void. Want to mend things, and it makes you wonder if such a thing is even possible, if itâs too late, but you donât let those thoughts get very far.
Instead, you let them spur you into action. Have you sitting in front of your laptop at your desk, office hours long since over, silence creeping in the more the department empties. The thrum of the airconditioning and the tick-tick-tick of the clock are all the only company you have.
You worry if itâll show on camera, how out of sorts you feel: sweating from the nerves, dabbing at your hairline; cheeks warm to the touch. But you suck in a breath anyway, steel yourself. Look at your webcam and the daunting red circleâŠ
And start recording.
He hadnât gotten it at first. Not really.
Thereâd been a container of yakgwa outside his door with his USB drive taped to the top of it. No noteânot that he needed one to know who it was from, but he wasnât sure what it was. A goodbye? A please fuck off forever and never contact me again?
Heâd just taken them inside. Ate too many of the cookies while feeling sorry for himself. Maybe had a glass or two of wine to compound the issue, and never, ever considered contacting you. Didnât think he could bear it if you never wanted to see him again, but he justâŠ
Well, he was drunk and alone and he missed you, and heâd rewatched all those videos he recorded a million times before when he was like this, so what was a million and one?
Itâd been the same as every time before: he smiled at the happy parts, cried at all his old wounds. Wanted to reach through the screen and strangle his past self for including that part about the blind date, because he never wanted to date anyone who wasnât you, why would he say that, felt mortified at the thought of you watching thatâ
And then there it was.
All the way at the bottom. A new video. One that hadnât been recorded by himâ
Hi, Cheol, you say, and thatâs all it takes to reduce him to a sobbing, yearning mess. Iâm not sure what to say here. I donât really record muchâsometimes for lectures when the professors are too busy, but never anything personal like this, but I watched every single one you made for me and I thought I should return the favor.
I wanted to tell you everything Iâve been up to since you left, but it hasnât been much. I got my degree. Tutored a lot in undergradâthe same thing Iâm tutoring you in now, actually. I was good at it and it felt good to have something that was mine, you know? I almost moved for grad school. Thought for a while I was going to wind up in New York, but then my parents divorced and it felt like too much, too scary, so I stayed. Kaori also stayed, so we got an apartment together. Itâs not much, definitely not as nice as your place, but itâs good enough.
I donât think I ever told you, but she was seeing a guy for a bit and he was⊠obsessed with you, to say the least. Thought you were the coolest person in the world. They arenât seeing each other anymore. Ended pretty badly, butâspeaking of which, maybe steer clear of Student Services for a while, too.
Sometimes it felt like failure that I wound up staying here. That I had scholarships from all these far-away, prestigious places and didnât take advantage of them. That I gave into my fear. And now⊠I donât know. Maybe thereâs a reason I stayed behind. Maybe thereâs a reason you ended up back here, too.
Whatever happensâI donât want you to think I still blame you. Kaori says we do the best we can with what weâve got at the time, and I understand now thatâs what you did. Even though it hurt me, you were trying to protect me. I get it now. And Iâm sorry you had to go through all of that alone. I canât imagine how hard it mustâve been to go to all these places you didnât know. To have to deal with your injury, the loss of a dream.
You said in one of your videos that you just want me to be happy, and thatâs all I want for you, too, whatever that looks like.
Hereâs my address if you ever want to come by to talk.
I love you, too.
âand then heâd been up and out the door, feeling stone cold sober, running to the front of his building to wait for his ride.
Felt like the drive took hours. Mustâve hit every red light between his apartment and yours. Took the steps two at a time just to get to your door faster.
Thereâs a man already standing outside your door when he gets there. One that looks shocked to see him, stars in his eyes, and when Seungcheol says, âOh, you must be Kaoriâs ex,â he looks more like he wants the earth to swallow him whole. Embarrassed in front of his idol.
He knocks on your door and gets no response. Knocks again, harder this time, and he has to try really hard to stifle his laughter when your voice yells from the inside, âFuck off, Kenji, I already told you sheâs not here!â
âItâs me,â Seungcheol yells back.
Thereâs quiet again. Just enough time for it to feel like his heart is going to beat right out of his chest and follow Kaoriâs ex down the hall.
Then youâre yanking the door openâslowly, so slowly, like youâre scared itâs not actually him. Your eyes are brimming with tears when they meet his own, and he doesnât let himself think, just goes on instinct, when he grabs for you, hands on your cheeks, and presses his lips to yours.
Somehow you taste the same.
Somehow you taste like redemption.
You taste like home.
Seungcheol kisses you until the tears slow. Kisses you until the universe realigns, until he could map your mouth in the dark. Kisses you until all youâre all he knows again.
When he pulls away, youâre gripping at his sweatshirt, donât want to let him go. He presses his forehead to yours, offers up a million more apologies, starts talking nonsense. Says heâs going to drop microeconomics, what the hell does he know, he barely has a passing grade anyway, what does it matter, heâs such an idiotâ
And then you say, âYou came back,â and nothing else matters.
âI always will.â
(Later on, as youâre trying to steady your breathing, slick with sweat, your thigh thrown over Seungcheolâs hip as he stares down at you, dopey smile on his face, you say, âChoi Seungcheol, donât you dare drop that class. I have worked my ass off to get you to barely-passing.â)
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Hi I hope you are having a lovely day my dear â„. I was wondering if you could do a Kenji Sato x reader where the reader is an assistant manager to him and one day he like acts arrogantly towards her during one of his interviews when he sees a pretty journalist amongst the crowed of ppl interviewing him and he says some hurtful things to reader and collectively ignoring her and instead choosing to focus on the journalists girl. Ever since that day reader has been silent around Sato and he thought he didn't care but it bothered him because even though she is usually quite, these days she is *too* quite and then there is like a mini celebration for like a baseball game win and reader goes with a guy who is like an athlete but is not as famous as Sato. So the kicker is reader is absolutely DROP DEAD GORGEOUS and ppl at the party even think she is a model. So Sato get jealous and he acts all possessive and protective of her , while she is still angry at him but eventually he makes it up to her over time. If you have anything else to add please do.
Shattered Pride
Kenji Sato x AssistantManager!Reader
Word Count: 1,873
Genre/Warnings: Character Development, Eventual Romance, Forgiveness, Jealousy, Regret, Redemption
Authorâs Note: The idea behind this was just fantastic! Thank you so much for the request, writing this was my honor.
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Being Kenji Satoâs assistant manager is not an easy task. I repeat: Not. An. Easy. Task. Throughout his baseball career, he has had several assistants who quit as soon as they were hired because, for one thing, Kenji is stubborn.
Ghosted interviews, off-topic answers, and insults to other players were just some of the many things about him that gave you a headache.
You remember being referred to him by his last assistant saying that it was a high-paying job. However, you were skeptical at how quickly and willing they were to give off their job to another person.
You understood why the first time you met him. After the meeting, you asked him, âIs there anything else you need from me today?â
In response, he gave an irritated sigh. âIf I needed something, I would have asked.â
Thankfully, you were more on the nonchalant scale, and how people respond to you didnât bother you much. You were here to do your jobâand excellently at that, not exactly to be friends with an arrogant baseball star.
Kenjiâs behavior was⊠challenging, thatâs the best word for it. He barked orders, rarely said thank you, and seemed to take your presence for granted. But in conditions like these, you thrive the most; you succeed where others have failed.
Today was a usual day with the usual crowd of journalists and fans gathering in the conference room. You stood by his side, ensuring everything was in order for yet another post-game interview.
It was going all smooth and well when Kenji suddenly paused mid-sentence. It was a very short pause that wouldnât be noticeable to others but you, with all the time you spent as his assistant, noticed it.
Your eyes looked in the direction he kept glancing at. A girl, of course, strikingly beautiful with long sleek back hair that cascaded down in soft waves.
When it was her turn to ask, Kenji leaned forward to give her a dazzling smile. âWhy donât you ask me a question?â he said, ignoring the list of pre-approved questions you handed him before the interview started.
Kenji was holding court with this journalist longer than he should. You noticed that the others in line were starting to murmur in annoyance.
You stepped forward, maintaining your professional demeanor. âExcuse me, Mr. Sato, but we need to move on,â you said. âOther journalists are waiting for their turn.â
âIâm not done here,â he said arrogantly, not bothering to look your way.
You took a deep breath, wanting to handle this situation diplomatically. âI understand,â you said. âBut weâve exceeded the time limit, and itâs only fair to give everyone a chance.â
Whichever agencyâs plan was it to send her here to get ahead of other journalists, itâs working. She gave you a polite smile, clearly enjoying the extra attention.
Kenji frowned and turned to you. âCanât you see Iâm in the middle of something important?â He asked. âIf you canât manage your job properly, maybe you should reconsider.â
Your eyes widened. You could feel othersâ on you, their stares almost cutting through your professional facade.
Swallowing your pride, you nodded and stepped back, keeping your expression neutral. But as neutral as you looked, deep down you felt a mix of anger and humiliation.
From that day on, you remained silent around Kenji, only speaking when necessary. You remained professional though, and you made sure that your job was not compromised.
During meetings, you no longer offered insights unless directly asked. When you did speak, your tone was strictly professional. Well, it has always been, but the warmth that characterized your interactions was now gone.
Like that one time during a team strategy meeting. Kenji asked for input on a new play. The room fell silent as everyone waited for your usual insightful suggestions, but you simply looked down at your notes, saying nothing.
The coach glanced at you, surprised. "Any thoughts, (y/n)?" You shook your head. "No, Coach. Nothing to add."
At first, Kenji was oblivious to all of this. He was absorbed in his own world and the adulation of his fans, as always. But as the days turned into weeks, your silence grew too loud to ignore that even he finally noticed it.
A month later, the team planned on celebrating a recent major win. This time, they have decided to invite other athletes as guests of honor. The organizers wanted to have a mix of established stars and up-and-coming talents from the sports world.
You decided to take this as an opportunity to have yourself pampered. You have been working hard, after all. Despite the obvious tension between you and Kenji, you were still able to do your job well.
Thatâs why at the party, you were stunning. Drop dead gorgeous, as the team said. Though the lights were dim, it seemed as if a spotlight was following you as everyone you passed by turned their heads to look.
You decided to settle by the bar for drinks. âHey there,â came a familiar voice. You turned to see Jake approaching. He was one of the promising young athletes and a rising star in the sports world who was invited to this party.
He plays as a forward for a popular soccer team and has recently garnered attention for his impressive performance in the league. This wasnât the first time you met as Jake and Kenji ran into each other a couple times before at different events.
He leaned against the bar, signaling the bartender for a drink. âItâs nice to see you again and this time, enjoying yourself,â he said. âYou looked like you needed a break at the last event we were at.â
You chuckled softly, appreciating his observation. "Yeah, it's been a bit hectic lately."
Jake's drink arrived, and he took a sip, his eyes studying you with genuine interest. âWell, you look incredible tonight,â he said. âHave you been hearing what the others are saying?â
Jake turned to glance at the crowd, then back at you. âThey were all asking if you were a model or something,â he said. âIf I didnât know better, Iâd think the same.â
âThanks, Jake,â you replied, smiling. âYou clean up pretty well yourself."
He laughed, a warm, infectious sound that put you at ease. "So, how's work been treating you? Still managing the chaos that is Kenji Sato?"
You hesitated, the memory of Kenji's recent behavior still fresh. "It's been⊠challenging," you admitted. "But I manage."
Jake's expression softened with understanding. "I can imagine. He's got a reputation for being difficult."
Unbeknownst to both of you, the baseball star you were talking about has finally arrived. His presence commanded attention as he navigated through the crowd, exchanging greetings and handshakes.
As he made his way deeper into the club, his eyes caught sight of you. At that moment he froze. Or was it time that froze? He didnât know. All he was sure of was that for a little while, he couldnât breathe.
You were stunning. Your outfit, a sleek, form-fitting dress that accentuated your every curve, made you look like you had just stepped off a runway. Your hair was styled to perfection, your makeup highlighting your natural beauty.
Suddenly, he noticed the man you were talking to, Jake. âThat rookie soccer player,â he thought. Gosh, you deserved so much better. At that moment, with firm resolve, he declared upon himself that he would work to be the better that you deserved.
Kenjl's jaw clenched as his own possessive instincts flared up, a mix of jealousy and protectiveness surging through him. He made his way over to you, his eyes never leaving your form.
On your end, you noticed the crowd parted slightly, and you saw Kenji making his way towards you.
Turning slightly, you met Kenjiâs gaze with a cool, indifferent look. "Kenji," you acknowledged, your tone polite but distant.
"Can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked, his voice tight with barely restrained emotion.
Jake looked at you, his gaze asking if you were fine with it. You smiled at him, a genuine and warm expression, something you havenât given Kenji in a while. âIâll go on ahead,â you told Jake. âSee you around.â
Kenji led you away from the crowd, finding a quieter corner of the club. As soon as you were out of earshot, he turned to you, his eyes dark with jealousy.
"Why didn't you come with me?" Kenji asked, his frustration evident.
You scoffed. âFirst of all, you didnât ask me to.â You crossed your arms, fixing him with a hard stare. "And you made it very clear where I stand with you. Or rather, where I don't."
He winced, the memory of his hurtful words coming back to haunt him. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice softer now. "I was wrong. I was an idiot."
You remained silent, waiting for him to continue.
âI've been a jerk, and I know it,â he continued. âI was arrogant, dismissive, and I took you for granted.â
You watch him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. Yet you looked away, the hurt still fresh. "You hurt me, Kenji,â you said. âYou made me feel worthless and unimportant."
Kenji steps closer, his voice filled with regret. âI know, I'm so sorry. I was so focused on myself, on my career, that I didn't see how much I was hurting you. Your silence has been killing me. I miss your insights, your presence.â
He paused for a while before continuing. âI miss you.â He reaches out, gently taking your hand.
âYou're more than just my assistant,â he said. âYou're the reason I can do what I do. You make everything better, and I've been too blind to see it. Please, give me a chance to make it right. I want to earn back your trust.â
You met his gaze, searching for any sign of insincerity. All you saw was genuine regret and a longing to make things right. "This isn't something that can be fixed overnight, Kenji."
"I know," he said quickly. "I'll do whatever it takes, for as long as it takes. I just... I can't lose you."
You took a deep breath, the weight of his words sinking in. "We'll see," you said. "But it won't be easy."
He nodded, relief flooding his features. "I understand,â he said. âThank you, (y/n)âfor giving me a chance.â
As you walked back to the party, Kenji stayed close by your side, protective and possessive. arm subtly wrapped around your waist, a clear signal to everyone around that you were with him.
As the night came to an end, Kenji offered to drive you home. To which, you agreed. The drive home was quiet, but it wasnât uncomfortable. If anything else, it was rather hopeful.
One evening, after a particularly grueling day, Kenji found you alone in the office. âHey," he said softly, "I was thinking we could grab dinner. Just the two of us."
You looked up, surprised. "Dinner?"
He nodded, a hopeful smile on his face. "Yeah. To thank you for everything. And to make up for being such an idiot."
You smiled at him for a moment before nodding. "Okay. Dinner sounds nice."
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