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man in the woods đŠ
#hypmic#hypnosis mic#hypnosis microphone#cheemaws art#rio mason busujima#hypmic rio#to be honest i wasn't exactly sure where to go from him so i tried adding background to fill it up#100 percent never doing that again LOL#i forgot what a deer looks like .#PLS IGNORE THE HAND I DIDN'T CHECK BEFORE POSTING IDK WHY IT CLIPPED LIKE THAT AHHHH#mtc#mad trigger crew
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Bill!
#gravity falls#bill cipher#my art#I remember Bill had his own art of what he would look like as a human so I thought it'd be funny to follow his thinking vs pretty boy bill#I forgot his tophat thoughđ
too busy laughing at the lettuce hair (and lettuce shirt for that matter...)#and he got the hisoka waist cause doritos#The left triangle Bill was with my left hand and ngl it looks better than the righthanded one- shakiness included#mighta just made the second one too small so all the details got squished#Also sorta feel like he'd have makeup (like gold or triangles or something)#and if not some sort of acne or skin disease like leprosy#but I guess it all comes down to whether he's trying to look glamorous or freak people out#I SHOULDA GIVEN HIM DEER TEETH EARRINGS#what a missed opportunityđ#EDIT#k I got tophat Bill with eyeball decor and deer teeth buttonsđ#all is now right with the world#also I cannot draw noses...
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oh yeah uh i forgot to talk about my day. i havent rly been existing as a person whoops. uh
work kinda sucked but not NEARLY as bad as yesterday. honestly yesterday was probably the worst shift ive had in uh. well at least a year im betting. it was really so very bad.
today was better except Whoops my bike broke a little bit. forgot to mention that too. i left it at work overnight in the storage room n im gonna bring it to the bike shop tomorrow. so im gonna be without my bike for a few days </3
uhm. otherwise ive been procrastinating, still not doing my dishes, reading trigun fanfic and rewatching trigun stampede and reading trigun maximum. and also browsing etsy for trigun merch, of which i bought a few things.
now im thinking about skipping class again bc it's accidentally oh so late and i am very tired. i can rationalize it to myself that it's Totally for the sake of finishing my lab tomorrow. but really ive just lost control of this semester and i barely wanna do shit anymore. lol.
#speculation nation#also listened thru the 2nd trigun stampede OST album two whole times#went walking home bc i got no bike rn and i was just meandering down the scenic path#(it's thankfully not flooded anymore. a lil muddy at spots but i managed to avoid it)#saw some deer tracks. crouched by the river for a little bit. all while sipping at a hibiscus tea i brought from work#went home. read embarrassing fanfiction. swore i was gonna do the dishes and then just watched trigun stampede#went looking on etsy. went reading the manga. i swear it's overtaking my entire life.#im trying to be gentle with myself tho. saturday's shift did Not help me with the mental breakdown ive been fending off for weeks#oh yeah and easter. fucking easter. i was neutral/negative leaning but the shop i wanted to go to was closed today#which pushed it solidly in the negative direction. like for fuck's sake this is a fucking witchy shop and they're closed for EASTER?????#i wanted to go buy a tarot deck wtf. and the Spiritual Shop is closed for a Christian Holiday??? okay lmfao#meanwhile we kept having ppl call to ask if we were open today n it was just like 'man this is a bubble tea shop what do you think'#O Lord Bless This Bubble Tea for it was Made In Your Image.............#or some shit like that idfk. like yes we did have a few ppl call off for easter but majority of us are gay and/or Definitely not christian#the handful of us there kept laughing about how little we care about easter. one girl saying she completely forgot about it#and like. man. yea. easter's one of the most pointless ass holidays outside of christianity#at least there's fun in christmas for non christians in the gift giving. easter is just like. there are eggs now???#and this is to celebrate The Lord?????? ok lol#anyways yea my days r happening. i keep skipping class. probably will again. Whoops sorry professor man but im just tryin to survive now
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literally any romance trope is made better with monsters but unrequited romance specifically... gets me
#unrequited love usually annoys me because the hints the author lays out are either too obvious or not explained away in a realistic way#which makes me think the mc is an idiot and thus i begin to hate them#but like. i love monster biology. i love making up monster behavioral traits and culture and like. mating rituals#and if your friend is a spooky little guy and he's acting weird around you it's kind of like... he's always weird? he'a a monster#specifically i like it when monsters have like. mildly weird fetishes. like for collarbones or smells or whatever#so like if spooky daniel excuses himself from the room when i come in from my morning run i'm not gonna think#'oh he's totes jacking it to how sweaty i smell rn'#i'm thinking 'aw :( he's got a sensitive nose i forgot i must REEK to him rn'#and if i wear an over-the-shoulder top and he keeps glancing at my newly exposed area i'm not thinking#'oh he must instinctively see this as me baring my neck like a deer or perhaps a rabbit'#no!!! i'm either thinking 'lol prude' or 'well yeah i basically never wear this kind of shirt'#'it's like when you're trying not to stare at a woman's cleavage or smth'#or im not even noticing!!!#if some of my clothes disappear i'm not thinking 'ah yes for his nest of items which smell like me for his goon cave'#i'm either not noticing or assuming i misplaced them!!! a bitch is forgetful#if there is Mysterious Ooze i am simply not asking. i am looking away. unless it is actively Nasty i am simply Not Asking#if he's particularly excited when our plans get cancelled and we get to stay home im not thinking#'ah yes he's keeping me contained to my den just like the tasmanian devil' (look it up)#shit i'm excited too!!! i hate plans let's make macaroni and watch professional wrestling#if he suddenly hates all men in my life okay i'm concerned. what the fuck did they do. what the fuck did YOU do.#if he's just slightly pissier than usual then yeah i get that the guys at work suck ass#if he's giving me gifts i feel awkward about it but if it's just like a shiny rock that shit's going on the mantel#if it's food fuck it i'll fuck the guy myself#love monster cultures but i hate it when they make monsters assume their cultural way of expressing love is the norm#and then they're just like 'we're dating now and i will say NOTHING ELSE ABOUT IT'#like yeah have the guy express love through his culture but i think it's cuter#if he does it that way specifically so it goes unnoticed#like 'i can never be rejected if they don't know there's something to reject'#'i get to shower you with affection which you understand in some type of way AND i never have to face the mortifying idea of being alone'#monsterfucking
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Free Commissions for peeps on Discord (Part 9)
This cute little deer is Astro and I had a ton of fun drawing them
#digital art#artists on tumblr#others ocs#commission#deer#anthro deer#I had to look up a deer for reference#I forgot what they looked like lol
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"is your girlfriend single?" â enha hyungs
â youtuber! non-idol! bf! enhypen hyung line x fem! reader â summary: when your youtuber boyfriend finally shows you for the first time to his audience. â genre: fluff, jealous and whipped boys... kinda dumb lol â warning(s)? no! just fluff!! and attempts at humor :( â reblogs and comments are appreciated :D also not proofread lol
maknae ver.
heeseung â
i like to think that hee would be a gaming youtuber
posts maybe like once or twice a week, has about 3 million subs
he sometimes likes to stream, just to get to know his fanbase better and to just hang out
normally he texts you to let you know abt it, but today he totally forgot
you came home from work and you saw his office door closed + heard the sound of his loud ass keyboard clicking.... my guy beats that shit UP atp
that was normal tbh
you were probably like "my little keyboard warrior â€ïž" and went to go wash up in your shared bathroom and bedroom
you were going to just pop into his office, say hi and maybe give him a kiss
meanwhile... heeseung is taking a break from gaming, just talking to the chat
he definitely didn't notice you coming home... probably bc of that bigass head set that's creating a fucking valley in his skull... (btw have u seen those videos where gamers take off their headphones and they have a dent on their head đ)
anyways you open the door, ready to say hi, but heeseung is visibly surprised, looking like a deer in headlights
you look at him, then at the back of his monitor, then back at him, then at his monitor
"should i come back another time...?"
hee's already taking off his headphones, leaning back into his gaming chair--
"no no no!" he grins, glancing at the chat, which is now blowing up
"who is that?"
"yooooo"
"HEESEUNG IS THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND?"
"gf reveal?"
"she sounds so pretty"
heeseung pats his lap, "cmere, baby, i wanna introduce you to the stream"
of course you comply <3
you take a seat on his lap, his arms slithering around your waist
it takes you a moment to take in what's on his screen: obv there's your reflections, then the chat boxes and announcement pop-ups
the way that the blue-purple light of his screen reflects onto your skin, casting a glassy gleam over your eyes-- and the way that your pretty eyes look at the monitor so curiously, lips parted ever-so-slightly-- made you look SO beautiful
heeseung himself has to angle his head in a way so that he could see your face properly.... and a soft grin unknowingly began to spread over his lips
he presses a soft kiss to the crook behind your ear, before looking back up at the stream
"hey guys," there's a clear smile in his voice, "this is my girlfriend, [name]."
you take that as your queue to introduce yourself
honestly, you're a little shy and softer-spoken now, bc you're not in front of a camera nearly as often as your boyfriend is, "hi.. i'm [name], and... uhm..." you give the webcam a clumsy, awkward (but very cute) smile, "i'm hee's girlfriend"
the chat blows up immediately
"SHE'S SO CUTE"
"i've never seen heeseung look so soft"
"[name] you're so pretty :)"
"this might actually be one of the most beautiful women i've ever seen im not joking guys"
"chat is she real... bc why is she actually GLOWING oh my lordđ§đ§đ§"
those comments make you a lil shy and bashful, and you feel your cheeks kinda warm
you just giggle reading them, unable to contain your smile
heeseung, on the other hand, is feeling prideful
"that's right, guys," he squeezes your waist, puffing his chest out, "my girlfriend is so beautiful" "i know i'm so lucky to have such a wonderful woman as my girlfriend"
he's overjoyed by all the compliments you're getting... it makes him so happy that he can show you off and that everyone gets to see that YOURE his gf
in fact, he's reading a lot of them aloud, and following it up with "i agree with you"
like he'll read "'[name] is absolutely stunning, like wow..." and heeseung nods and is like "i agree with you, xXdragontittysucker23Xx đ€âïž"
but then a comment stops him in his tracks...
"heeseung is your girlfriend single by any chance?"
his face drops immediately
"hey... who in the chat asked if [name] is single?!"
he's actually offended, putting a dramatic hand on his chest and scoffing
"how rude!" heeseung pouts against your shoulder when even more of his viewers begin saying similar things
"[name] are you free this weekend"
"hi [name] (i'm 6'2 and drive a lamborghini and save orphans every weekend)"
"heeseung get out i'm trying to have a moment with your girlfriend"
you're actually such a cutie, becuase you're just giggling as more and more comments come trying to rizz you up
"what do you have to say for yourself?" heeseung asks you half-sulkily and half-defensive, pushing his face into your neck and pouting
your eyes glimmer with a little mischief, wanting to tease your boyfriend a little bit
"i mean... " you pretend to think
and then someone named jungkooksleftpinkytoe562 says in chat "please [name] i'll rock your world so hard just one chance"
you laugh
"jungkooksleftpinkytoe562, i'm free tomorrow at 5, you should take me out on a date" and you wink playfully and laugh again
chat blows up like
"WOAHHHH"
"AYOOO????"
but if there's anyone that's scandalized, it's heeseung lee himself
"HEY! HEY! WHAT?!!?!" he's squinting and scrolling so fast in the chat to find jungkooksleftpinkytoe562 that you can hear the scroll-wheel oh my god
"you guys better back off," heeseung says, pulling you even closer. he presses a kiss against your shoulder, then gently clutching your face to kiss your chin, "she's mine!"
heeseung's eyes narrow, "especially you, jungkooksleftpinkytoe562..." your bf gives you a quick peck on the lips, "i'll kick your ass if i see you flirting w my girlfriend again >:("
im gonna be fr... none of his viewers care
in fact they keep flirting with you
and the fact that you keep playfully flirting back adds fuel to heeseung's flames
but he'd never blame you <3
he's pouty after the stream lol (but he knows it's all in good fun) so kiss his cute lil pouty lips
i think this definitely goes viral on twitter
like #[name] or #heesgf trends for a good 48 hours
jay â
my guy is a cooking channel
i think jay would try to be more private abt his personal life to his viewers, just given the nature of his content
though, it's no secret that jay has a s/o to his viewers, and i think they'd know your name
but yk how at the end of cooking videos, after the chef cooks, they try the food...
i think in a few of his videos, there's clips of you and him trying his food, but while jay is usually in-frame, you're either behind the camera or just barely in the frame so that most people have really only heard your voice and seen your hands
the comments are usually tame, like
"[name]'s voice is so pretty!"
"i want someone to look at me the way jay looks at [name]"
"my parents!"
but one day
for one of his subscriber milestone specials
let's say 2million subscriber special
jay does a cooking challenge
it's "cooking a meal but BLINDFOLDED"
he starts the video explaining the parameters of the challenge and what he's doing, etc
but then he reveals that you're behind the camera to supervise him
obv bc he's in a kitchen with ovens and knives and he's blindfolded...
throughout the video, you kind of just guide your bf
"omg jay move your hand or you'll cut your fingers off!"
"turn on the stove-- no the other way!!"
at some point, jay is cutting up onions
and normally he's a pro at it, and you never question his abilities
but because he can't see and he's using the knife so quickly, you're freaked out like "babe!!!!!! that doesn't seem safe!!! đ°đ°đ°"
so then behind the camera, you're heard fussing about it and it's cute lol
then you take it upon yourself to help him
you go behind him, slithering your arms around him so that your hands were places on his
you guide his hands to cut the onions slowly
"babe, i got this," jay says, but tbh he's not complaining because he gets to be close to you :D
"nonono i don't want you to die!!" you say, and it seems like you're more concentrated on cutting the onions than him
this is the first time that your face is in-frame for one of his videos lol
when you're done, jay tries to kiss your head, but he can't find you so you raise yourself on your tippy toes for him
its a quick peck but you giggle and place a kiss behind his ear
when he's done cooking his little dish, it's time to garnish and decorate it with sauce
jay's plan is to use the sauce to write "happy 2 million subscribers" on the dish
but because he's blindfolded, the writing is so fucked up
it's completely unintelligable and just a glob of sauce đ
and then he tries to draw a dick on it but it's also super fucked đđđđ
when you see this, you burst out laughing so hard
and this makes jay laugh too
anyways the video goes up, it's very cute and well-received
now.... the youtube comments are still tame
"[name]'s laugh is so cute!"
"i screamed when she popped into frame... she's gorg"
"the way that [name] looks at jay when he's blindfolded is everything"
"[name] looks so beautiful"
but uh
it gets crazy on twitter
as it always does
"jesus fucking christ if a woman like that wrapped her arms around me and kissed me i would fall to my knees and die happily"
"jay CANNOT handle allat.... but i can!!!! me next!!"
"god... when is it my turn to have a pretty woman kiss me"
"[name] i'll treat you so well PLEASE"
i think the clip of you helping jay cut the onions kinda goes viral, just because you look so attractive doing it
like the way you popped into frame as you rolled up your sleeves and the way you smirked at jay's inability to see... ZOOWEE MAMA!!!!!
and i think this eventually makes its way onto tiktok
like pretty standard videos of ppl being like "JAY'S GIRLFRIEND HELLO???" with comments like "she's so beautiful," etc
jay honestly thinks its funny
he knows that people are joking and he sometimes actually plays along with them
he loves that people are appreciating your beauty (but he loves even more that he's the only one that actually gets you)
when you first go viral, you're kinda shy about it, but jay just pulls you close, kisses your cheek, squishing them, and says "my baby is so beautiful"
youre like "jayyyyyy stoopppp"
he only chuckles and starts to pepper your face with more kisses, despite your lil whines for him to stop
but then while you two are cuddling one night, you laying on his chest with your face in his neck
a tiktok appears on his fyp
its just some teenager being like "hi does anyone know if jay's girlfriend is single?" while showing off a black BMW in the background... and then jay's directly tagged in it
he takes this as his opportunity to strike back
he stitches that tiktok, and makes his own tiktok in response
it's just a really short video where jay shows you all snuggled up against him completely silent before he just says "No, she is not single. đ."
the caption's like "i'm taking [name] out on a date tomorrow shhh don't tell her"
everyone thinks it's really sweet tbh
jake â
truthfully i think jake would be into youtube commentary
something like danny gonzalez or jarvis johnson
he looks at troom troom videos and makes fun of them lowk đ
speaking of, troom troom or troom troom - adjacent content usually has crazy ass lifehacks
so for one of his videos jake is testing out troom troom life hacks
and for one of them, he has to drill a hole in a skateboard or something and put pasta noodles in it idk i'm pulling this out of my ass but its not surprising if this is a legitimate troom troom life hack
unlike heeseung and jay, jake's viewerbase doesn't rlly know about you
again, given the nature of his content, jake never rlly found it necessary to mention his personal relationships
anyways jake is in the middle of your living room floor drilling a hole into a skateboard and putting spaghettie in it when you come home from work and see that shit
jake is in the middle of talking to the camera but the moment the door cracks open he trails off
he gives you that smile-- the one that a puppy gives when their owner catches them doing something they shouldnt aw
when you take in the sight before you, you let out a laugh, not noticing the camera rolling
you place your things down and slink toward your boyfriend
"what's going on here, jakey?" you ask him with a cocked brow, loving the way he chuckles nervously
you crouch down beside him, poking the skateboard-spaghetti abomination with your foot
"i'm testing out troom troom life hacks" he sounds defeated lol
anyways you give him a kiss on his cheek and leave him to his own devices
in the final video, your little interruption is only like 15 seconds bc jake cut it down-- but he def keeps the part where you kiss him
HOWEVER.
because jake's audience didn't know he had a girlfriend
they were all like WOAH WHO IS THAT GORGEOUS WOMAN
a few of his fans look at who he's following on instagram, and they find your account
your ig is public, but it's definitely small and personal
they find pictures of you and jake doing cute couple things, a lot of mirror selfies, matching costumes, and cute pictures that you take of jake
but...
they also find your own personal pictures
ones of you in a bikini at the beach, ones of you with the golden sun on your face, ones showing off your outfit and hair, ones of you in the morning, ones of you being a baddie
and lets not mention jake in the ig comment sections hyping you up like a teenage boy like "YOURE SO HOT [NAME] đ„đ„đ„đ„"
jake and you see all the comments and tweets about you
so jake decides to take it upon himself to clarify everything
he posts a picture on instagram of you and him with the caption "yes, that's my girlfriend"
safe to say that it becomes his top post LMAOAAO
his ig comments are flooded with support
"you guys are so cute"
"i'm glad to see jake have someone that he loves"
etc
YOUR ig comment section on the other hand?
flooded with support
and thirst
HELP
his fans are respectful but they REALLY love to compliment you
"woahhh you look so good in this one!"
"gorgeous đ"
"[name] will you marry me?"
but i do think a few are outright insane omg
"[name] you're my sunshine in the ran, the tylenol when i'm in pain, when it's burning hot on summer days you're exactly what i need"
i think they pull out poetic shit omg
like shit like
"the memory of you is a tapestry I had decided to wrap myself in until it suffocated me, to such extent that in the morning, people will not find my body, but a new silhouette woven within its threads"
"there is a city in my heart where you are its only population"
"if i could remake universe, i would replace you as the moon amongst the stars after your time, so i may gaze upon you every night"
jake is NEVER escaping
you appreciate the hype
but jakey?
he loves that you're being appreciate but YOU'RE HIS
WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE AND WHY DO THEY THINK THEY HAVE A CHANCE W U
"jakey they're just being nice"
"no they're trying to STEAL YOU"
like a day later he posts a picture of you on his instagram with the caption "she's mine btw"
his comments DO NOT CARE đđđ
when someone comments
"jake is your gf single and can i take her out on a date"
jake straight up responds
"NO."
what a cutie
sunghoon â
i actually don't think sunghoon would be a YOUTUBER youtuber
instead i think he'd be a famous ice skater, but he has YOUTUBE interviews and is active on social media
definitely the type of athlete that's very personable
like sunghoon is def in touch with his fanbase and interacts with them on twt and stuff
his fanbase knows that he has a gf, but that's basically the limit
anyways sunghoon is doing one of those "WIRED answered the web's most searched questions"
you're actually in the studio with him during the interview, kinda there for support
the questions are tame like
"sunghoon park height" "sunghoon park winter olympics 2018" "where was sunghoon park born" etc
sunghoon's killing it
until one of the last questions on the board is "does sunghoon park have a girlfriend?"
he immediately lights up
"i do have a girlfriend!" he says, looking off-set at you, "her name's [name] and she's the most beautiful woman i've ever met"
you chuckle quietly at his comment, flashing him a pretty smile
sunghoon continues- "she's actually here with me today" and he points to you, making the cameraman pan over to you, who is sitting off the set
you just give the camera a thumbs up
you thought that would be the end, but sunghoon asks, "baby, do you want to do this interview with me?"
ofc you agree
he makes u sit on his lap lol even when the camera crew is bringing another chair for you
instead of answer more questions sunghoon just talks about your relationship the entire time
he's giving an entire history lecture about your relationship
you don't say much, but you listen to him intently
when this interview goes up
a lot of his fans make edits of it
sunghoon is already known as a quiet typa guy, but when he talks for like 2 minutes straight about your relationship everyones like "oh god this guy really likes his girlfriend đ"
in fact
the official interview cuts down sunghoon's tangent about you to 2 minutes, when the original clip was actually 10 minutes
i like to believe that WIRED released an uncut version of his tangent đ
his fans make short edit videos like "sunghoon being whipped for [name]" or "sunghoon really likes his gf"
i think his fans also make edits of YOU
even though you're honestly in a very short clip of his interview
the way you look at him and listen so intently is SO GOOD
like you were definitely giving him 'the look' as he talked abt your relationship yk?
that once-over, maybe a little lip bite, MMMMM SO GOOD
now....
ik i said that heeseung was the keyboard warrior but like... i think sunghoon is the real one
he's out here fighting BATTLES with his keyboard oml
when stan twitter sees this.... sunghoon starts to fight them
there's tweets like
"the more i listen to sunghoon talk about his gf i more i feel like i'm falling for her"
"the woman that you are, [name]..."
"when she looks at the camera i feel shy"
"omg SHE WANTS ME"
sunghoon gets petty OH MY GOD
he responds to all the tweets about you
like
"she does not want you đ." "you have no chance with her. đ." "too bad she's mine đ"
it's def in a playful joking way and it's really funny, but sunghoon is out here defending your honor
i think at some point sunghoon stops responding with words and just begins responding with pictures
someone tweets "sunghoon is your gf single"
and he straight up just responds with a picture of him staring blankly at the camera
LIKE HE'S DRILLING HOLES THROUGH THE CAMERA WITH HIS EYES
an absolute cutie if i do say so myself
on valentines day he posts a picture of him holding your hand to be extra petty lol
maknae ver.
#enhypen#enhypen imagines#enhypen fluff#enhypen x reader#heeseung#heeseung x reader#heeseung imagines#heeseung fluff#jay#jay enhypen#park jongseong#park jongseong fluff#jay enhypen x reader#park jongseong x reader#jake sim#jake sim x reader#jake fluff#jake sim fluff#jake sim imagine#sunghoon#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon fluff#sunghoon imagine#star-sim
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â§.* what happens if you see your ex-boyfriend, theodore nott, at a halloween party?
ex!bf!theo x fawn!reader (fem pov)
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cw: MDNI!!, smut, dom!theo, innocent!reader, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, tit sucking/fondling, oral sex (f receiving), praise, rekindling
a/n: last minute, sleep deprived, and not proof-read halloween treat à«ź ˶ᔠᔠá”˶ á
You stirred awake as you heard your dorm room's door click shut and saw a glimpse of your roommate's hair disappearing from view. She was undoubtedly headed to the infamous yearly Halloween party in the Room of Requirement.
You had previously declined her offer to go with her, deciding to spend most of your time moping over your ex-boyfriend, Theodore Nott.
Two weeks prior you had your heart broken when you called things off with him. Your peers had convinced you it was the right thing to do at the time as he never paid you any attention, seemingly avoiding you constantly for no good reason, sometimes days at a time. Although you initiated the separation, you wasted no time in mourning the early stages of your relationship; the moments where you would be alone with him, talking to him, kissing him, and the times you guys almost said you loved each other.
You fluffed up your pillows, preparing yourself to lay down and think of Theodore until you slept like you had been doing for the past week when you heard more shuffling outside your dorm room. It seemed like everybody would be attending the Halloween party.
Dreading the idea that he'd probably be wooing someone new, you sat back up and groaned, forcing yourself up onto your feet and into your bathroom. You stared back at yourself in the mirror; puffy-eyed and your nose tinged pink. You felt the sudden urge to go, feeling your time would be better spent seeing a few familiar faces and dancing out your blues.
You had a small problem though.
You vaguely recalled seeing the bustling students leave wearing costumes, but given the spontaneous nature of your new feelings, you had nothing to wear. You tentatively looked around your bathroom and then at your full dorm, hoping for a costume to spawn from thin air. Biting your lip, your eyes landed on a headband of fuzzy deer ears and short plush antlers.
Theodore had bought you the headband in Hogsmeade during your first date as a way to poke fun at your meek demeanor. You contemplated wearing the headband, allowing yourself a quick Halloween if you simply did the makeup. Against your better judgment, you put it on before propping yourself in front of your vanity to do the deer makeup you so saw often on your Pinterest feed. Luckily, your closet consisted of many warm browns with white accents, granting you the ability to not have to freak over finding matching clothing.
You took a final breath before walking out the door, headed towards an evening of branching out.
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Theodore's gaze lingered around the room, his face stoic, as he seemingly tried to look for someone.
"Someone missing his girl?" Draco teased, pinching his cheek.
Shoving him lightly with his shoulder, Theodore turned his face towards his pestering friend. "Don't smudge m'fucking makeup." He groaned inwardly as he saw no sign of you after his eyes finished their fourth round around the room. "I'm not looking for anyone either. Don't got a girl."
"Ohh yeah, we forgot," Lorenzo snorted beside him. Theodore seemed unamused, brushing past him and bumping his shoulder on the way.
"Seems angry," Blaise said, stifling a laugh.
"Would be too if I lost what he did," Draco shrugged.
Theodore Nott stalked around the perimeter of the large crowd, avoiding the large wings and costumes present. He took a swig out of his red solo cup, about to give up before seeing you walk in.
Seeing your face illuminated in the party's dim lighting, his lips parted slightly, soaking in the way you looked so graceful when entering, yet so lost.
Your headband piqued his interest. His brows furrowing, he tilted his head slightly to get a better view. Definitely his.
You walked around the room, the heel of your shoes clicking. You caught a glimpse of someone with their face completely obscured by their skeleton makeup, but there was no mistaking those eyes.
No way were you going to purposefully talk to him, the sting of your breakup still apparent. You headed towards the drinks, acting as if you were in your element when truth be told, you didn't care for drinking. You stood awkwardly at the table, looking for your friends to no avail.
You saw him striding towards you in the corner of your eyes and quickly scattered to an area with a larger crowd. Planning to circle back to the drinks table to throw him off, you weaved through the people, getting small peeks at different costumes; an American cowboy, a devil, and a very strange furry octopus.
You grabbed a red cup from the table, bringing the emptiness to your lips to fake a sip, your eyes scanning the room intensely, relieved that you lost him.
Your heart was beating faster than usual, a small bead of sweat forming on your forehead. You adjusted the headband to not fall off and straightened your top.
Coming was a mistake. The dark lighting made it difficult for you to locate your friends, Theodore was looking as handsome normal as ever, and the room seemed to shrink with each step you took.
A bit jumpy from nervousness, you started to fill a cup of oddly green punch before feeling a large hand clamp down on your wrist. Flinching, you immediately looked at the one responsible and met their piercing blue eyes.
"Avoiding me?" he said.
The way he said it like he didn't really care, only bothering to use two words like you both hadn't been pretending not to stare at each other for two weeks made you uneasy.
Pulling your hand away, you swallowed before answering. "No."
Your voice made him smile, his face clearly finding humor in your denial.
God, he looked so handsome with the skull makeup.
He placed his hands on both of your shoulders, pulling slightly away from you to get a better view of your face. "I missed you. Did you miss me?"
Unconvinced by him, you looked at him suspiciously, your body taut. "No," you said again. Frowning slightly, he dropped his hands to his side and said,
"I'm serious. I really did."
Your face started to heat up and you bit the inside of your cheeks to contain yourself. You knew that if you didn't restrain yourself, you would immediately jump up into his arms and embrace him like old times.
"Okay," you said quietly. "That's cool." You tried to sound casual, pretending like you didn't notice his gaze flickering to your deer ears and antlers.
"I like the uh, the makeup," he complimented you, gesturing towards his own face.
"Same to you. Skull-- very nice." You nodded slowly, unsure of the conversation's direction.
"Thanks. That mine?" he asked you, pointing at your headband.
Turning pink, you gave a small chuckle. "Uh yeah, just you know--" you said dismissively. "No costume..."
"Ah, I see I see. So, you here with someone?"
"No, no I'm not." You felt a bit surprised by his question, it seemed somewhat bold in a way. You both stood around some more, staring at each other and then looking away only to subtly shift your arms together.
"Alright well, I'm gonna ask you again," he suddenly spoke up. "Did you miss me?"
You didn't want to answer him truthfully, yet you didn't want to just lie to him.
"I did."
It seemed as though those two words were all he needed to hear to do what he did next. Immediately moving his hands to your face, he leaned into a kiss, wasting no time in slipping his tongue into your mouth. It was far more different than the kisses you guys shared before, this time it felt like your mouths were on fire and the other person's was water; the only way to extinguish it. Your hands were still at your side, allowing him to do most of the work.
Pulling away, you swallowed thickly, trying to process what had just happened. He gave a small, amused huff before dropping his head down to face the ground as you stood there dazed.
"I don't think we should..." you started, trying to find the words. "Like just not here right...?"
Theodore looked at the lively party and nodded as he looked back at you. "You're right. Let's find someplace else."
He grabbed your hand lightly, walking you out the door, and leaving the party. You weren't sure why, but you let him, trailing behind him, trying to keep your steps light in the corridors.
"Come on, there's this classroom-- always unlocked," he smiled at you. "Bit far though," he added. You didn't mind. The anticipation and excitement of getting back with Theodore fogged your mind, shooting out every other piece of information that ever resided in your brain.
He brought you to the stairs and you started to descend, but your heels echoed loudly. "Careful, it's past curfew," he said, bringing a finger to his mouth.
"Sorry, sorry!" you whispered. "I can't it's my shoes."
Theodore stopped mid-step and so did you. His head darted around in all directions looking to see if someone was approaching. "Up you go," he said. Before you could possibly protest, he picked you up off the ground, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso. He placed one of his hands around your back to support you, the other on your ass.
Despite the extra weight, he seemed to have no problem walking at his normal speed, quickly going down the many flights of stairs until you both reached the ground floor. He opened the door to a classroom, shutting it behind you guys before placing you to sit on the teacher's desk in the front of the room. You observed the classroom, your mouth slowly growing wider.
"Theo-- this is McGonagall's room! She's going to fucking kill us!"
He shook his head to reassure you. "She's not going to find out, don't worry."
You looked uncertain and he said nothing, trying to give you some time to believe him.
"Theo?" you piped up.
"Mm?" he answered, leaning on his hand placed on the table you sat on.
"Why did we break up?" you asked him.
He had a smirk on his face, but you could tell he felt as bad as you did. "What do you mean? You broke up with me."
"No I mean, why did we break up? Why did you start acting like that?" You drew invisible circles on the desk, adverting eye contact.
"I was an idiot," he scoffed. "I just- I just got scared. Always felt bad you were too good for me," he said, starting to get agitated with himself. "You're so sweet you know. I'm," he shrugged. He cupped your face with his hands, making you look at him.
"Didn't wanna drag you down with me."
You opened your mouth again to argue, but he brought his finger to your lips before leaning back in for another kiss. You felt his hands all over your body and you brought yours to his jawline. The kisses started soft, clean. But they became sloppy as he went down to kiss your neck.
"I'll be different now," he breathed out. "I promise."
His kisses grew more intense and you couldn't help but let out low whimpers as he reached the top of your chest. He took your shirt off, taking a step back to admire the view of you in your lacy white bra. He unclasped your bra, hanging it on the handle of McGonagall's closet next to her desk.
Never having gotten this far in your previous relationship, he gave a low gasp, cupping one of your tits in his large hands. Fondling you lightly, he then pinched a nipple between his fingers, suppressing his laughter as he watched you squirm on the desk. He bent over slightly taking the other nipple in his mouth.
Having his hand on your tit, combined with him gently sucking the other, you gave out quiet moans, clawing at the edge of McGonagall's desk. Pulling his head away, a string of saliva still connecting his lips to your nipple, he stood back up, bringing his hands to your waist.
He pulled your skirt down your thighs, letting it fall to your ankles. He kneeled down on the ground, shuffling closer to you.
The sight of his face between your legs, his face with the skeleton makeup on, practically had you shaking in excitement. He kept his eyes on you the whole time; as he moved the underwear sticking to your wet cunt aside, lightly trailed a finger over your wet folds, and as he moved his head closer, slipping his hot tongue into you.
"Mmm, T-theo..." you whined as he brought his tongue deeper inside of you. He flicked his tongue around, exploring freely, the sounds coming out sounding far more erotic than what you were used to.
His tongue slipped out of your cunt, and he used it to circle around your clit, eliciting shaky moans from your mouth as you bought your hands to his hair. Your eyes began to water and you felt your orgasm nearing. About to crush his skull with the way you wanted to squeeze your thighs together, your legs shook against the sides of his head.
Theodore placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs further apart, continuing to travel around your folds with his tongue with increased speed. Before you could orgasm, he pulled away suddenly, making you whine loudly in surprise.
"Theodore..." you said, tugging on his hair. He stood up and began to unbuckle his belt, slipping his pants off.
"Be patient sweetheart," he smiled. His boxers fell down his legs next, his glistening cock springing out. You placed your hands behind your back on the desk to support yourself as you stayed seated and he guided the tip of his cock with your entrance.
You felt a bit afraid, this being your first time having sex with Theodore, and it seemed like he could tell because he tilted your chin up softly and said, "I'll go slow okay?"
You nodded sheepishly, letting him push into you slowly. A tear rolled down your face, some of your deer makeup coming off. He let out a guttural moan as he inserted his large cock fully into your cunt, beginning to move slowly in and out of you.
"F-fuck," you whispered. He found your reaction cute when you looked wide-eyed at him, face contorting with pleasure.
"Got it?" he asked you. You nodded quickly, giving him the message that you were okay. "Yeah, yeah... you can take it," he whispered in your ear.
He went at a moderate pace, not wanting to overexert you for your first time.
"Theo-- Theo!" you huffed out. He stopped, backing away so that only the head of his cock was still in your sopping cunt.
"Yeah, what's up? Are you okay?" he said in concern.
"Faster..." you requested meekly. "Please?"
Surprised but not complaining, he gave a lowly chuckle, practically grinning from ear to ear.
"If that's what my good girl wants."
He increased his pace, thrusting into you quickly. Your soaking folds allowed him back in every time he pulled out. He took your tits into his hands again, twisting and pinching as he simultaneously pumped in and out of you.
Both of your moans filled the room; his low and paced, yours messy and uncontrolled.
You neared an orgasm again and you could tell he was about to come as his hair became mussed and a light layer of sweat glistened on him.
"Shit... Do you want me to come inside? Is that what you want?"
"Y-yes!" you answered desperately. Your legs shook and you threw your head back as your orgasm washed over you, his following suit right after.
His ropes of release filled your insides, beginning to seep out. He pulled out, looking at the mess he made you. He readjusted the headband on you.
"I love you."
You looked at him, mouth somewhat agape before uttering, "I love you too."
He grabbed your head, planting a kiss on your forehead before helping you off the desk and onto your feet. You looked at him hesitantly.
"Does this mean I'm your girl again?"
"Well..." he feigned uncertainty, giving you a gallic shrug.
"Don't tease..." you complained, leaning into him.
"Sorry, y'know I can't help it," he grinned. "And you never stopped being my girl."
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note: this is the part 2 for this, but you can read it individually too:) I know they canât reproduce in hell, so letâs pretend that they can! And thank you so much for all the support, really means a lot to me!đ€
Pairing: Alastor x fem!doe Reader
summary: Alastor, nor Y/N canât resist against their instincts anymore
warning: SMUT (minors dni), heavy breeding kink, impregnation kink (iâm not sure if this is the right term, but you know what I mean:)) biting, knotting, primal stuff in general, dirty talk, like a lot of dirty talk, ooc Alastor, (forgive me if I forgot anything pls)
Y/N got back in her room as soon as she could. This was her first heat, who knew they were this tiring? Especially given to the fact that she did absolutely nothing. Her daily mating season routine consisted of: sleeping, eating and masturbating. Therefore, she didnât know the power a male deer could have over her, especially a male overlord demon deer. She wasnât this down bad for him until he gave her a command, that made something click within her. Her hands were shaking and her mind was chanting.
Bigger nest, bigger nest, fawn, fawn, fawn, Alastor.
Her mind kept on repeating these words while she clawed her dresser open to take every soft thing out, to make her nest bigger.
When she finally made it twice as big, she curled up in there and tried to wait patiently for Alastor, although her body craved him more instead of the sweets. She felt the shiver crawl up and down her back, the hot feeling in her lower tummy made itself known harder than before.
Fuck it. She couldnât wait. She needed release now.
She rolled on her back and spread her legs, her fingers were under her dress not even a second later. She was unbelievably wet, the crotch of her underwear was soaked, her body was ready to be mated, to be bred. She huffed in disappointment, her fingers werenât enough, she needed more. So her firmest pillow was snatched and she began grinding down on it, yeah, this was way better. She couldnât help it, she kept on imagining that it wasnât a pillow that she was riding on, but Alastor.
She suddenly got a whiff of his musky scent and her hips dug themselves deeper into the pillow. Seconds later, she heard the locks clicking and the door openingâŠ
Alastor could smell her arousal the second he stepped back in the hotel. A sweet scent coming from her room, she was more aroused than ever. While he was out of town, he caught a few scents of does in heat, but they couldnât even come close to Y/N. He felt lucky that he was alone in the parlor, he could have felt ashamed, it was obvious that everyone left so the two deers could do their thing. But, shame was the last thing in his mind. All of his senses were occupied with Y/N. He felt the fabric of his pants becoming tighter, his breathing becoming heavier. He needed her. Now.
As he was on his way to her room, he was in and out of his demon form, desperate to feel the worked-up doe. Her scent was more intense, it fogged up his mind, making all of his thoughts circle around her. His knuckle ghosted over her door, but in that moment, knocking seemed useless and stupid. One of his shadows creeped under her door to open up the locks, when the door creaked open, he stepped in.
She was halfway on her stomach, one of her thighs was lifted and across the pillow, her needy pussy making a mess on the side of the pillow. There it was, the door opening. She blinked twice and Alastor was looking at her from the door. He still looked put-together, but his hair showed that he was running his fingers through it a lot.
Her big doe eyes were nearly in tears at the sight of him, she was relieved. She sat up on her knees, her dress was disheveled and her hair was messy.
âAlastorâŠ?â She whispered, her eyes were hypnotized by him. His musky scent mingled with her sweet one, creating a new one that was them.
The desperation evident in her tone. Alastor got him coat off and went down on one knee before her. His clawed fingers reaching out to caress her blushing cheeks, she of course, nuzzled her face into his gentle touch. âOh, you poor thing. Suffering all by yourself, hm?â He felt proper sympathy for the doe before him.
âPlease, help me.â She purred into his hand, then she straightened her back out to rub her cheek against his. âI need you, Alastor, only you.â He almost didnât notice how she managed to sneak his kneeling leg between hers and began grinding down on it. But he did know that he was about to lose his goddamn mind. This is music to a bucks ears, a pretty little doe begging for him and telling him that he was the one she needed, it is an honor really.
He put both of his hands on her face to make sure she looked into his eyes. âThere, there. Donât you worry, Iâll help you.â She squeaked in joy, she was about to crawl on him, when he stopped her. He got her into his lap and stepped inside her nest, sitting down with both her legs around his waist. âBut⊠If you and I do this, there is no going back. This wonât be a one time thing, where we fuck just to get through our heat. No. You and I will be mates.â His demon form started to show slowly, his antlers growing, his smile getting bigger and his form getting taller. âNo other bucks. You will bear me fawns, and I keep you safe and loved. Understood?â
There was a few second silence before she smiled and reached out to gently pet his ears and antlers, which went right back to itâs normal size. She was petting him in his sensitive spots, only a bucks mate was allowed to do that. He got his answer, but she spoke.
âI want that. I want you, Alastor, I really do. But⊠Are you sure? If you are to become my mate, I want you to know that Iâll need you around, all the tiâ-â
Alastor chuckled and pulled her into a deep kiss, her tense body instantly relaxed. Their lips were dancing together, with every second they somehow mushed their bodies closer together. âI promise to give you everything you could ever need, want and more, my mate.â
They both gave themselves to the primal desire. They undressed each other in a hurry, or more like, Alastor sloppily removed his clothes, and tore Y/N dress in half. âHey!â She shrieked, with a giggle.
He shushed her with another heated kiss. âIâll buy you a thousand more, but not too soon, you wonât need clothes for a while.â His static voice slipped into an even more dominant one, a command.
He gladly acknowledged that she wasnât wearing anything under her dress. She looked perfect. Her usually slender frame had some extra pounds, in all the right places. He flipped them around, so his mate was right under him, on perfect display for him. His lips wandered from hers and down to her neck, his tongue marked the spot where he would leave his bite on her, before continuing his journey lower.
He stopped at her chest, his fingers pushed one of her breasts to the side, so he could lightly bite into the flesh. Her nipple poked out from between his fingers, they were firm and begging to be sucked on. âWhat gorgeous breasts, my doe. My babies will have the finest to feed from.â He started sucking on her nipple, while pinching and kneading the other. He switched to the other one, and suckled. He did that until both her tits were covered in bite marks, her nipples were hard as rocks and the skin around nearly crimson. âI canât wait to see them full of milk, Iâll have my lips around these beauties all day, before our little fawn arrives. Canât have you feeling uncomfortable from all the milk your body is preparing, now can we? Daddy is going to help mommy out.â His dirty talking got her even more worked up, every single nerve in her body was aching for him, and for the baby that heâll give her soon enough. He went lower, stopping at her lower belly and hips. âWould you look at that!â Both his hands smoothed themselves from her waist to her hips, gripping the fat on her hips. She didnât even have time to fall into insecurity because of her slight weight gain, before he spoke. âYou really are perfect. You were made for me. Made to bear my offspring, my gorgeous darling.â
He couldnât help himself, he had to leave a few bite marks there too, then he completely got on his knees before her spread legs. He buried his face between her thighs, the source of her heavenly scent. His nose accidentally poked her already puffy clit and her whole body jolted. He decided to just bury his face into her, his tongue and lips were working in unison. Her moans made him go harder and faster, just like her delicate fingers that were gripping into his antlers.
One of his hands sneaked up her thigh, only to slip into her wet entrance. âOh~ Alastor!â Her back arched.
Alastor looked up at her, half his face was covered in her arousal, a string of slick still connected his lips to her pussy. âI know, I know. Give me a second.â He made his shadow throw both her legs over his shoulder and arch her hips upwards, which made her a bit confused. âWhat are yâOH FUCK!â She felt his finger press into a spot deep inside her, her g-spot.
âFound it.â He chuckled smugly, bastard.
He went on like that for a while, bringing her to an orgasm over and over again, until she was begging.
âAlastor! Please, fuck me. PLEASE!â
He crawled up her body, now being face to face with her. His lips were swollen from literally making out with her pussy. âWhat was that, my dear?â He straightened up so he could begin unbuttoning his shirt, which he usually wouldnât do, but he knew that his mate would need skin to skin contact, it helps them bond more.
âFuck me. I am begging!â Her fingers reached up to help him with the buttons, small gestures, but oh so lovely!
âExcuse me, I canât seem to heââ he took himself out of his pants, before she grabbed onto his antlers and pulled his face beside hers, so she could whisper into his ear.
âFuck me, breed me, knot me! I-I need you to finish inside, Iâm more fertile than ever. Let me give you everything!â She started grinding against his hard and heavy cock, which stood proudly between them, impossibly hard for her and her warm cunt.
Alastor turned his head to seal their lips together, while he guided his cock inside of her.
They both sighed in relief, it felt so damn right for them to be connected like this. No wonder they were getting dizzy from each otherâs scent, they were meant to be. She felt him nudge at her cervix, and curving right into her special spot.
He wrapped his strong arms around her, completely enveloping her, while pounding into her with no mercy.
âSee what you do to me? The second I stepped into the hotel, I felt you. I have felt you for days. I have felt you every single time your curious little fingers sneaked under your dress, every fucking time.â His head was right next to hers, nuzzling his skin into her soft hair, finding comfort in it.
âI-I always had to do something down there wherever I felt your scent, I couldnât do it if you werenât around.â Her hands petted his ears, she was still gentle with him when his hips snapped into hers constantly. âI had you on my mind, when I was nesting. I wanted to show you, so you could be proud of me. I made it for you. Soft and warm⊠for you.â What a lovely creature she was, so kind hearted.
âOh, my darling doe. You will make the greatest mother to our fawns. You will take care of them as much as youâre taking care of me⊠My sweet love, the sweetest mother to my children. I will be there for you, always. How could I ever let you go after this? My mate, I would hate to cause you the slightest pain, but I have to bite you⊠To bond us together.â He buried his face into her neck, licking at the spot he was eyeing earlier.
âI know. Do it. Bite me, and give me what we need. Give me our little fawns.â
He positioned her into a mating press, both of them moaned at this new position. His cock was nearly up in her womb. He reached down to stimulate her clit, he needed her to come, so he could fertilize her egg better.
âI will make your belly swollen, every part of your body will be swelling with my child.â His primal instincts were consuming him. âYou will have a piece of me inside you. All. The. Fucking. Time. And everyone will see. Everyone will see how good my mate is treated, how good I fuck her. Everyone will know that I impregnated her. I will fucking breed you!â He felt his balls tighten and the base of his cock swelling, he was about to cum. Luckily sheâŠ
âALASTOR! IâM ABOUT TOâ-OH~â
He felt her clench around him, milking him for all his worth. He bit down hardly on her neck, leaving his bite mark that would always grace her skin, making her his forever. It was like marriage, but with deers.
She moaned loudly when she felt him fill her up, and it just kept on coming. He really set his mind into knocking her up.
Even when he stopped pumping his sperm into her, they were still stuck together. They kept each other warm in their embrace.
Alastor suddenly felt her shiver, so he flipped them to the side, so he could completely shield her from everything in his arms. He reached for a blanket and tucked her and himself in. Even after his swelling went back to normal, they still held each other tightly.
He kept looking down at her, admiring her, and gently caressing her skin.
âMy beautiful doe, my gorgeous mate⊠You did so well. Youâre my good girl.â He whispered to her, but her energy was down low. Her body was tired, and her mind was fogged. He reached over to grab the sweets that got them in this position in the first place. He started feeding her, before rocking her side to side to calm down her wildly beating heart.
âThank you, Alastor⊠For everything, and more.â He could see the admiration in her eyes when she looked up at him with a smile. âI am proud to be your mate.â She looked down and palmed her tummy, caressing it with love. âI really hope we did it. I cannot wait for us to have our own little baby.â
âMe neither, my doe, me neither. But⊠If you didnât get pregnant now, Iâll make sure that you get pregnant in the next few days.â He kissed her all around her face, making her giggle. âNow, sleep. I canât have you tired tomorrow, weâll have a lot of mating duties together.â
She grinned up at him. âDo we now?â
âOh, yeah. We have to make sure that your womb will bring us a fawn soon. We have a lot of breeding and fucking to do.â He chuckled with her. She then snuggled into him, falling asleep, in the radio demonâs protective embrace.
Her mateâs embrace.
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hot to go! | c.sn
or, when you meet one of your customers as a camgirl.
pairing/au: san and camgirl! fem reader, nonidol! au general content/summary: you meet (and fuck) one of your clients, emotions kinda talked about, hinting at wanting more, idk what else lmk, NO race specific descriptors (skin colour, hair texture, etc.), NO body type specific descriptors (size of reader body parts, BUT reader is alluded to being smaller than san i think, weight, etc.) genre: smut, fluff at the end
âïž sexual content warnings (explicit): spitting scene (idk why these show up in all my fics...), bigdick!san agenda (always and forever), stomach bulge, raw sex (do NAWT do this), he does NAWT pull out (pls practise safe sex), f! and m! oral receiving, 3 diff positions because why not, three reader orgasms, marking and biting, a singular ass slap, soft dom!san, kinda sub!reader, a clit nibbling and pinching (i have no words), pet names (baby, sweet girl, angel, etc), a cutie lil aftercare moment, lmk if i forgot anything :DÂ
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a/n: thank u to the lovely folks over at @mirohs-aurora-society for helping me finish writing this !
do you ever think about how your life could be ruined in an instant?Â
sure, the money and lack of a 9-5 job was glorious, but what would happen if people found out exactly why and how you were able to live like this? the lie you told your friends was that you worked as a copywriter. it was boring enough so there were no further questions asked, but also legitimate enough as to why you never go into an office. the truth is, you did work with technology, well, sort of. if you consider being an anonymous cam girl as working with technology, then, yes! you are still pursuing the traditional route, going to university to get your bachelorâs in some stupidly worthless major. your friends worked as waiters, baristas, uber drivers, and any other typical college job. you wanted an easy way to make money in the comfort of your own home, was that too much to ask for?
so, during one of the many nights you spent thrashing in bed, contemplating your life, you remember a remark one of your friends made to you years ago.
âwhy donât you just become a pornstar?â
at the time, you laughed it off. there was no way you were comfortable putting everything out there for another strangerâs enjoyment like that. but, one lonely night, you decided to give it a try.
whatâs the worst that could happen?
putting on the prettiest lingerie you owned, which happened to be a simple matching baby blue mesh set (whatâs the need for lingerie when you barely have time for yourself?). you found a somewhat reputable website you stumbled across, and quickly signed up for an account. you put no thought into the username, simply opting for âblossomiebabyâ, as you werenât expecting this to last very long. you set up your phone on a tripod, one which you cannot remember why you bought, and started the stream.
at first, you were very awkward. if the 3 viewers could see your face, they would say you looked like a deer in headlights. you kneeled on your bed, whole body in view with the camera cutting off half way up your neck, keeping your face safely out of frame.Â
the few viewers so far were giving you many compliments and also advice on what to do, how to pose your body, and other tips on helping you help them. after a few minutes, you grew more comfortable and started to move fluidly on your own, twisting and pushing your body to various positions that caused you to hear the donations pour in. you didnât even undress, or do anything explicit, and somehow your first show did well.Â
the next stream you did, you had a little extra preparation for. thanks for the generous donors in your first stream, you bought a new, actual lingerie set, a dildo, and some lube. the sex toy and lube sat out of view on your nightstand, you werenât sure if you were ready to use it or not, so you thought it was best to leave that decision up to yourself. you slipped on yet another set, this time soft baby powder pink ruffled bloomers and a matching cropped dainty tank top, they both adorned bows in the centre and poofed out on your body beautifully. you felt a lot more comfortable this time around, expertly setting the camera up the way you like and laying on the bed. you laid on your stomach, rear tutted up and frilly lace covered feet swinging in the back as you teased your growing audience with a closeup of the lower half of your face. this time, your viewer count was growing by the dozens; it was near 100 when you climbed away from the camera, kneeling on the bed. your soft plush thighs splayed out as you sat on your knees, your thigh high socks stretching with the new position.
you toyed with the hem of your top, pulling it down to create a v-shape, exposing more of your collarbone and a bit of cleavage. you leaned forward again to give your viewers a close up, still hearing the steady flow of donation chimes coming through. this time, your head dipped to the bottom corner of the video as you displayed your deeply arched back and wiggling rear to the camera.Â
that night, you hadnât pulled out any toys, and even now that it has been about a year since you have started, you still havenât shown much more. sure, you have gotten more generous with being a bit more revealing, but your private parts stayed private. what you do on stream those few days a week is seductively pose and fondle your body for your audience. however, you have upgraded to speaking to them now. you found adding the element of your voice has upped both your viewership and income. and some nights where youâre feeling extra nice, and needy, you tease yourself a bit through your bottoms, for both your relief as well as your audience. staring at yourself posing lewdly for hours sometimes makes you turn yourself on. Â
another night, another stream.Â
tonightâs outfit is something a bit spooky, it is the beginning of halloween month! tonight, you put on a sexy nurse costume. definitely basic, but also a crowd pleaser. the thin, tight white dress hugs your body perfectly, the red collar and details pop out against your skin tone. you also put on a pair of white lace thigh high socks, now a sort of staple of yours. you turn to set the camera up just the way you like it, hoping for another good night of work.
however, just before you start the stream, you notice a message from someone,
themountain: trick or treat?Â
you giggle at the stupid line, but you would be lying if you said you werenât curious as to where this was going.Â
blossomiebaby: hmmm, treat?Â
themountain: *$500 donation*
themountain: and if you want, i can still show you some tricks later ;)Â
your jaw drops at the huge donation this âthemountainâ user just sent through. the username seems vaguely familiar, but you donât remember anything outstanding or specific about him.Â
blossomiebaby: thank you mr. mountain man :)Â
blossomiebaby: do you stream?
themountain: nah, but for you iâd do a private stream
and maybe it was the fact this man just dropped $500 on you, or maybe the fact that he seems so charming from the few texts, or maybe it was the fact youâre ovulatingâ but either way, you knew you had to take him up on his offer.Â
blossomiebaby: are you comfortable with a two way stream?
blossomiebaby: wanna show my appreciationÂ
themountain: anything for you, baby
as you go on your laptop to invite him to the private stream, you feel insane. sure, youâve had private streams for small groups of your highest paying customers, but nothing like this. with the two way stream, you would basically be on facetime with him.Â
ding!
no turning back now.
the mysterious mountain user enters the stream, and you see the lower half of the screen flicker from black to a manâs broad chest and square shoulders.Â
he sits in a very fitted black short sleeve compression shirt, it shows off his triangular stature as he waist disappears under the dim lighting. you can see a peak of what you presume to be grey sweatpants, typical manwhore outfit.Â
you are sitting on your bed, knees bent as you press the heels of your feet into the mattress. youâre also at an angle against the camera, making your legs appear longer as you lean back on your hands set behind you.Â
âawww, did i pull you away from streaming tonight?â the stranger lifts the camera up a bit, and you watch a dimple appear as he smiles while speaking. you unknowingly press your thighs together a bit to suppress the desire starting to flow through your body down to your core.Â
you simply nod, too afraid to speak as your brain is slowly turning to mush.Â
âi would say iâm sorry, but iâm happy to have you all to myself tonight.â he chuckles, those same dimples marking his face as he smiles.Â
you giggle back at his comment, âso, what tricks do you have up your sleeve?âÂ
âhmm, well, it can be whatever you want. you seem a little nervous, so we can just talk.â this time when he smiles, thereâs no playfulness behind it, it seems full of sincerity.Â
you shake your head, but he tuts and starts making simple conversation. eventually, you move to a more comfortable position, sitting with your legs crossed in front of you as you drift off into conversation with him.Â
itâs only when you get a notification that your laptop is about to die when you see the time, you had been chatting, nonsexually, with this strange man for over two hours.Â
âi think iâve kept you long enough, but i hope you enjoyed our conversation, it was nice getting to know you, blossom.â he says, his hands go upward to the mouse on his desk.
and you know it is definitely not the smartest move, but you canât even think before you blurt out,
âcan i give you my number?âÂ
a few weeks have passed, and you still do your streams. as it gets closer to finals season, you slow down a bit, wanting to focus on your academics and prioritising that over your income currently. however, the main thing that has now changed in your life is a constant you never thought would happen.
san
after he quadruple checked you were truly okay with giving him your number, he decided to give you his instead, in case you changed your mind. he said he wanted you to feel as comfortable and safe as possible, so he gave you the power to reach out to him instead. which you did, the next day. and ever since, you both have been texting and calling nonstop. and this is how you came to know more about the man behind themountain user, san. he also sent you a few photos of him, and wow, he is a gorgeous man.Â
people always refer to women as beautiful and pretty, but san is the prettiest man you have ever seen. of course, his body is also mesmerising, but his face alone makes you think impure thoughts and pumps arousal through your veins.Â
after a few weeks of texting, you still wanted more. but you were nervous, and you also didnât know quite what you wanted from him. did you want to ask him on a date? he is local, but you also felt weird about asking him on a date, especially because of how you met. did you just want to meet up and hang out? but then, maybe he would get the wrong impression if you invited him to your place. i mean, it wouldnât necessarily be the wrong impression, as you did spend many nights under your sheets thinking of him, but you thought that would be too forward,Â
hey, wanna come over mine and fuck?
yeah, you definitely canât say that.Â
luckily, san was able to be on the same page as you. one night while you were studying, you got a text. you told him how youâve been busy preparing for finals, and he respected you taking some time away from the internet.Â
san: have you eaten?
y/n: no, been too busy studying :(Â
san: thatâs no good angel :(Â
you smiled, as you read his texts, he was always so sweet to you and caring. it seemed like he cared about you more than just the nature of your job. it seemed like he saw you as a person, not just a body for his own pleasure.Â
san: what do you want to eat?Â
y/n: hmmm, iâve been craving some sushi. maybe iâll get some after iâm done.
you looked away at the time, it was starting to near 11:00pm, and you knew most places would be closing soon. in your mind, you already started thinking of what you could put together in your kitchen.Â
san: that wonât do, how about i send some food to yours?
and if you thought san had made your heart skip a beat before, this time he truly did. you froze in place, staring at the message in the corner of your laptop until it swiped itself away. you open up the message thread and stare a bit more.Â
san: iâm sorry, i can just send you some money to order it yourself, does that sound better sweetie?
it warmed your heart to think that he thought he crossed a line, but in your mind, it was quite the opposite. you looked over at your planner, you had finished everything due for the next few days, so you had a bit of time to spare.Â
y/n: why donât you just pick something up for us? i could use some company to distract me from school.
after hovering over the send button for a moment, you finally pressed down on it. you took another look at your message sent and shut your phone off, throwing it to the other side of the couch as you curled up and screamed.Â
for someone who made a living off of seducing men, you sure didnât have a lot of in person experience of dating and romance.Â
and even though you threw your phone so you could escape his reply back, your laptop was still open, so you heard the ding! when he replied backÂ
san: just ordered it, send me your address so i can ease that pretty little head of yoursÂ
another scream leaves your throat as you quickly send him your address before you can even think to change your mind. you stand up and shut the laptop, looking around your place. noticing the state of your home, you start manically cleaning up and trying to make things look as nice as possible. you didnât know exactly where he lived, so you had to hurry in case he would be there soon.Â
you ran to your room and did the same, throwing dirty clothes in the hamper and pushing it into your closet. you took a look at yourself in the mirror, the days of reading and being locked inside your place was evident on your face and body. you decided to take a quick shower, something you had been neglecting in favour of studying. after your place was straightened out and you threw on some more presentable clothing, which just happened to be an oversized tee and some soft shorts. even though san had likely seen a lot more of your body on camera, the thought of him seeing it in person sent shivers down your spine.Â
and just as you sat back down with the recollection that he has never seen your face, you hear aÂ
ring!
shaken out of your thoughts, you shakily get up to walk toward the front door. you pause as your hand hovers over the door knob. once you open it, thereâs no turning back. you open that door, and your identity is revealed, youâll be letting a stranger come into your home which you have crafted to your safe space. after a few moments, you slowly unlock your door and turn it open. what if youâre getting catfished? what if this wasnât some nice customer who you have befriended, but a crazed fan whoâs going to harm you once you allow him in? itâs too late, the door is already cracked open, and all the person on the other side would have to do is fit their shoe in the opening to enter your place. but, much to your pleasant surprise, the door stays cracked. you can see a peek of the man on the other side, his physique seems similar to the man who you have been chatting with for the past few weeks, and it brings a small smile to your lips. heâs rocking on his feet, maybe heâs nervous too?Â
âif you donât want to let me in, iâll leave the food here.â
there is a twinge of disappointment in his voice, but itâs mostly full of compassion. and just as you hear him place the bags on the floor and his heavy footsteps, you take a step back to swing your door open.Â
âiâm sorry, come in san.âÂ
he turns back around quickly, just to see you bend down to pick the bag up and smile at him,
âitâs not like iâm going to eat all this food by myself.â
san follows you into your place, removing his shoes and hanging his jacket up. he stands awkwardly at your entrance as you place the bags on your coffee table and sit back on your couch. you turn around and giggle at his nervous state, it somehow puts you at ease to see him just as nervous, if not even more, than you. you motion him to come sit next to you, but he seems a bit frozen in place.Â
of course, san knew you had a beautiful body, he would be lying if he thought otherwise. afterall, the way you two âmetâ was through your body. however, after talking to you for the past few weeks, he has gotten to know you a lot deeper than just the lingerie you drape over your figure. heâs gotten to know more about your personal life, your likes and dislikes, your academic and career goals and endeavours, and everything else in between. he would be lying if he said he hasnât fallen in love with you over these past few weeks. he genuinely wasnât expecting it to happen, falling for a camgirl? before he thought that would be equivalent to falling in love with a hooker; it would take a fool to think they would want anything more than his money. but, he cannot stop the prominent beating in his chest as he walks over, seeing your face for the very first time.
seeing the last piece of the puzzle that was missing of you filled his body up with admiration. here you were, letting him in your home, seeing your face, and not in front of a camera. heâs seeing you in a state he never has before, actually covered in baggy clothes, hiding the figure he has only ever seen you flaunt. your face isnât cut out of frame, but fully in front of his face, all just for him to go over and analyse each one of your gorgeous features. from the way your nose curves perfectly into your face, your eyebrows framing your eyes perfectly, and the small smile on your plump lips as he sits next to you as you open the bags up.Â
âthanks for the food, and coming over. iâm sorry if it was a bit sudden.â you nervously say, shying away from his lingering fixation on your face.Â
he stutters, âitâs no problem, iâm happy to help.â he smiles back at you, helping you untie the bags to get ready to eat. you reach for the remote as he lays down the food and drinks on the table. flipping through numerous streaming channels to land on the perfect thing to watch. your uneasiness quickly flows away from you, and itâs evident san is feeling the same. heâs no longer as tense sitting next to you, he rolls up his sleeves and relaxes into the cushions, widening his legs to get more comfortable. you canât help but think how right this all feels. your thoughts no longer compile of anxiety and fear of the man sitting next to you, but instead morph into familiarity and comfort. you put on a random episode of the office and you both start eating the delicious food in front of you.
itâs quiet as you both eat and watch the show, only some small noises of you two enjoying the food leaves your mouths as you chew on the sushi and wash it down with drinks.Â
the food is now long gone, and you both have somehow ended up lightly cuddling on the couch, eyes still glued to dwight and michael scott on the television. laughs and dry chuckles escape your lips at the stupid humour as you find yourself nuzzling into sanâs chest with his arm draped around you.Â
you both are made aware of your current position when netflix shines a notification on the screen,
are you still watching?
you scramble out of his grasp as you reach for the remote. however, in your haste, you drop both the remote and the remnants of your drink all over your shirt. you rush to stand up, droplets dripping from your shirt to your carpet. san stands up and rushes to the kitchen, grabbing some towels and water to clean up the mess on your carpet as you run to your bedroom. you close the door and stand against it, cursing for making a fool of yourself in front of him. youâre feeling flustered as you look down at your shirt, now stained from the drink and throw it off your now sticky body. you head straight to the bathroom, opting to take a quick shower so you donât feel so gross.Â
meanwhile, san has finished up getting the spill off your carpet, and the bit that was wasted on the sofa. he goes to the sink to wash the towels to his best abilities, and his mind starts to wonder whatâs taking you so long to change. mindlessly, he follows the droplets to your bedroom door. he knocks, but when he doesnât hear anything back, he gets a little anxious. you did seem quite upset when you spilled, so he doesnât think twice when he opens the door to your bedroom after you donât answer his knocks and calls.Â
walking into your bedroom, he notices your shirt thrown on the floor and picks it up to place it in your poorly hidden, overfilled hamper peeking from your closet door. then, he hears a click!, and sees you walk out of the attached bathroom (which he wishes he would have noticed earlier), with your body naked and dripping wet.Â
he hurriedly shuts his eyes, puts his arm over them, and turns away, just to be safe (as if shutting his eyes wasnât enough). you quickly grab your towel off your bed and cover yourself with it. silence envelops the room as he stands there with his back toward you, and you canât help but let your eyes traverse around the broad expanse of his back, his other arm dangling, sleeve still rolled up with veins running across up and down his forearms. you quickly and quietly dry yourself off and walk over to him, all logic escaping your mind as you nudge him to turn around.Â
âiâm sorry, i just wanted to make sure you were okaââ
you cut him off with a gentle kiss on his lips. he just looked so cute standing there, like a deer in the headlights apologising profusely for invading your space. you didn't mind though, if anything, youâre starting to thank your clumsy self for knocking over the stupid drink.Â
after san starts to realise whatâs happening, his hands move to your waist, lightly groaning when he feels youâre still just in a towel. he presses your body impossibly closer to his, and you feel he strong torso against your chest as you strain your neck to kiss him back, hungrier this time.Â
he pulls away from you for a moment, lust clouding his eyes as he stares at your face. instead of the admiration he had earlier, it has now been replaced with need and arousal, something dark takes his features over. but, before he can act out on them, he needs to make sure youâre okay with this.Â
âyou know, i didnât come over here for this.â he whispers, his breath hot against your neck as he breathes in your freshly showered scent.Â
âi know, which is why i want you.â you tug at his hair so he can look at you, so he can see how serious you are about this, about him.Â
he wastes no more time as he gently shoves you to the bed, his body hovers over yours in a now heated makeout session. cleanliness is thrown out the window as you transfer spit from each of your mouths, desperate to feel him. you feel him poke in to explore your mouth, painting it with his tongue in every crevice he can find. one of your hands goes to his chest as the other goes back to his hair, tugging slightly to elicit beautiful groans from his mouth straight to yours.Â
youâre starting to feel antsy, and as youâre wiggling around with need, your towels undoes itself. san pulls away again, this time shamelessly fucking you with his hungry eyes. wordlessly, he travels down your body, pressing wet kisses into your neck, chest, stomach, and thighs. you feel his hot breath fan across your growingly wet folds, and he looks at your pussy with such strong intent, you start to feel nervous. you go to shut your legs, but he uses his strong hands to pry them back open. he sticks out his tongue and licks a fat, wet stripe up from your pulsing hole to your throbbing clit. you moan and arch your back at the sensation. itâs been so long since youâve had any type of real sexual release, and now that youâre getting it with the hottest man between your thighs, it makes your head swirl.Â
he hooks an arm around your thigh and presses his hand onto your stomach, forcing you down to keep still as his tongue continues its assault on your leaking cunt. the way he sucks and nibbles on your clit has you seeing stars, and when he takes his other hand to barely poke at your hole, you cry out at the feeling. his thick digit presses in further into your fluttering hole, and you clench down at the initial feeling. having his mouth on you and his finger inside you feels so much better than your own, and even better than the firm silicone youâve become accustomed to. he keeps his finger thrusting in and out at a steady pace before adding another. he increases his tongueâs pressure on your clit, large hand flexing as he uses his strength to keep your hips down.Â
âtaste so sweet, baby, wanna taste more.â
and with his delicate words whispered against your core, you come undone with one last suck on your clit and his fingers curling inside you. you throw your head back as he continues licking up all the mess you made from your orgasm, savouring the taste of you on his tongue.Â
he sits on his knees before you, and you sit up on your elbows to watch him remove his top, putting his bare body on display for you. his strength was easily detectable even under his clothes, but now that heâs taken them off, you donât think you can ever unsee him in this state.
he throws his shirt off, and his broad chest is rapidly rising and falling with his heavy breathing. a thin sheen of sweat glistens over his body, small droplets getting caught in the ridges of his muscles and expanding with his breathing. you follow a droplet down to his v-line, where the rest of him, the part you really want of him, stays barely hidden under his pants. you mindlessly go to reach for his bulge, already so prevalent, and you just know itâs bigger than any toy youâve taken. your hand lands on his throbbing erection, and you feel it jump at your touch. san lets out a sigh or relief as his hips subconsciously buck harder into your palm. you go to undo his pants, anxious to see the rest of him. after hastily getting them off him, you see head on his cock slap up against his abs. itâs leaking precum, and its head is red with need. while he isnât the girthiest, he is long. you sit up to trace your tongue along the veins that travel his shaft, ending up circling his tip with your tongue before you dive in to get a taste of his salty precum pooling at his slit. you wanted nothing more than to at least try to take all of him, but san has other ideas.Â
âyouâve done enough for me, pretty, lay back.âÂ
you pout, still wanting to taste more of him as you push your head further down his cock. he hisses before pulling you back by the hair and shoving you down on the bed.Â
ânext time, but i need to feel you right now, baby.â he whispers into your ear. heâs on his elbow above you, your legs naturally split open to welcome his hips closer to yours. you feel as he prods his tip at your entrance, then he takes his fingers in a v motion to open you up prettily to him. he rubs the shaft of his hard-on between your folds, lubricating himself with your dripping arousal. you whine and reach a hand down, moving him back down to your waiting hole. he sits back up, understanding your silent pleas as he slowly starts to dive into you, inch by agonising inch. you flutter around him, not being used to being stretched out like this, and you witness as he throws his head back with a moan of his own.Â
âfuck, no wonder you never showed this pretty little pussy of yours. so-so perfect.â san draws out, shallowly thrusting until he gets the okay from you.Â
he looks back down to where you two are connected, and he swears he has never seen something as beautiful as his cock in you, how when he draws out a ring of arousal pushes up near his base. he puckers his lips as he lets a fat string of saliva fall from his lips, right onto your clit, falling as he pushes back in. you can only moan and claw at his muscular biceps, nodding your head fervently so he can start fucking you how you want, how you need him to.
âmm-mm princess. use your words like you do on cam, baby.â
and once san hears your small
âpleaseâ
thereâs no more hope for him.
he grips your hips, thumbs pressing bruises into your pelvic bone as he wastes no time quickening his pace. his body is back on top of yours, and you feel the added stretch of your legs bending to accommodate him. the mixture of his precum, your arousal, and his spit, mixes together to make the loudest and nastiest noises you have ever heard, but you love it.
there is just something so carnal about the way heâs having you right now, thighs pressed against your chest and ankles around his neck. at this angle, you feel him even deeper, however that was possible. now, his hands move to cup your thighs, pushing them further into your torso like he was trying to break you. you feel the way his abs brush your skin every time he breathes, and his lips go to litter your face and neck with kisses and love bites. you feel pressure from everywhere, his large body barely hovering over you, hip lips burning their mark on your skin, his large hands pressing you deep into the mattress, and the way his cock fills up your poor cunt, who was trying its best to stretch for him. the way you feel the full extent of his force from both inside and outside of your body makes you feel like exploding, which is about to happen if he keeps it up like this.
all of the sudden, you feel a push at your calves, and find yourself being turned on your side, one leg straight and the other thrown at an angle to the side. most of your face is dug into the pillow as san keeps the same pace, thrusting into you over and over and over again. your body is contorted and twisted as you lay on your side, unfortunate for your hip that was supporting most of the damage. you throw an arm up to grip sanâs forearm, digging your nails into his skin from pleasure. the new position has his hips slapping against your rear, and the echoes it makes causes san to lose all sense of reality.Â
âfuck, youâre so perfect.â he groans as he takes a hand and squeezes your ass, then gives it a hard slap, causing you to yelp at the sensation. then, you feel both of his hands at your hips, manhandling you, once again, so youâre on all fours, all the while heâs keeping up his brutal pace. you however, cannot keep up, as you quickly end up with your face yet again buried into a pillow. san reaches down to take both of your wrists into one of his hands, pulling you up against him. he snakes down his other hand down to your clit while he peppers your face with his wet hot kisses and licks. you feel as he starts pinching and rubbing firm circles on your slit, and your body shudders at all of what heâs doing to you.Â
âcum, please, let me cum.â you cry out, starting to buck your hips back to get you closer to the edge.Â
he releases your wrists in favour of taking one of your hands to press down on your stomach. you can both feel the way his cock is rutting deep inside you, and your second release is oh so close once you reel in the feeling.
âgo ahead, cum for me baby, want you to when you feel me cum inside you right⊠here.â he emphases his words as he forces your hand firmer on your stomach. you feel his thrusts starting to get more erratic, and you come undone just as you feel him sputtering deep inside you.Â
he slows down, riding out both of your orgasms as you fall face first into the soft bedding below you. san releases your hips so your body lays flat on the bed, his seed starting to seep out of you. you turn on your side as you feel him nudge you to turn around. once you do, you find him fixated on your leaking cunt, threatening to spill on the (fortunately placed) towel under you. he takes his two fingers and pushes his cum back inside you, thumb already going to your clit as you thrash at the overstimulation. you start muttering out a desperate please please please, even though you werenât quite sure what you were begging for. nevertheless, your third orgasm of the night comes quickly, as you gush all over his hand still pushing his cum back inside you.Â
finally, san lays next to you on his side, caressing your body softly and whispering in your ear.Â
âyou did so well for me, sweet girl. letâs get you cleaned up.âÂ
you can only nod as he brings you to your bathroom, which he now knows is attached to your bedroom. he leans your back against his chest as he washes the both of you up. you turn around to help clean him off as well, a silent intimacy shared between you two in the steamy warmth of the glass shower. he dries you off, with a clean towel, before laying you back on the bed. he goes to your kitchen to grab some water for you both, encouraging you to drink a bit before cuddling up in his arms.Â
he is the first to break the comfortable silence between you as he pulls the comforter over your naked bodies.Â
âyou know, i meant when i said that wasnât what i came over for.â he smiles, looking down at you nuzzled into his chest.Â
âi know, but i think we still needed to get it out of our system.â you laugh at him, considering the whole situation you have found yourselves in.Â
âiâm just happy you trusted me, i promise i wonât ever break that.â he softly cradles your face in his hand, giving you a more loving kiss. a kiss that seals his promise, the promise that he cares about you as a person, not just your current profession. a promise that what is between you two is deeper than just his initial love for your body, but a love for you.
this was not supposed to be this long... but i think i am incapable of writing shorter things so... hope u enjoyed :D
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part 1
cast: heeseung â fem.reader (ft. the peeps, enhypen, and other idols)
synopsis: when you told your long-term rival and latest hook-up, heeseung, that you are pregnant with his child; you didn't expect said topic to be involved in your rivalry!
genre:Â romantic comedy, slice of life, coming-of-age, slow burn, drama, rivals since childhood to [redacted], college/university au, pregnancy au, future parents au, fluff, angst, mature content (explicit smut)
word count: 24198 (24.2k) out of 60550 (60.5k)
warning(s): pregnancy (what did you expect?), so many curse words!, description of explicit sex (in a flashback sense), rough sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, manhandling, vomiting, mention of drugs (marijuana, alcohol), mention of blood, dark humor (if there is something that i forgot, let me know)
message of the moon: remember that this story is fiction and do be careful and read the warnings at the top. all the idols mentioned here are not what they are in real life.
first fic of 2024! i've ideated this since like 2022 and it's here what the heck!! this is part 1 of 2 of a 57k-58k word count one-shot (yes, this is supposed to be a one-shot) but tumblr hates me so i have to divide it into two. thanks for the 200+ notes on the teaser/character intro and i hope you enjoy it!
soundtrack (spoilers for part 2!) | part 2
prologue: a town called valentine
it was valentine 2002 when you and heeseung first met. well, if you consider babies who canât even talk to each other will know of each other. you have to thank both of your moms for thatâgetting pregnant around the same time and giving birth in the same year as well.
but the earliestâvividâmemory you have of him was on valentine 2005. you hid behind your mamaâs leg as she talked with someone: another adult. you glance around the outside space youâre in, the plants and pathway unknown to you as mama can see your eyes wander with your tiny mouth agape when you look past the other adult to recognize the widening door right beside them. you heard your mother giggling with the other person as they converse about something your 4-year-old mind wouldnât be able to understand.
â(y/n) sweetie! say hi to auntie.â your mama caresses your hair with her hand as she guides you to stand beside her, her hands moving behind your small set of shoulders before you. the small hands reached for one of hers, holding it tight as you stood beside her.
âhelloâŠâ you looked up to meet a beautiful woman. her eyes are wide as they remind you of the mother deer you last saw when you watched bambi with mama and papa. and you can feel a ticklish feeling inside you as you watch her eyes smiling softly at you. as she smiles at you softly.
âhello (y/n)! youâve grown so much since i last met you.â her hands give a wave, making you raise your hand up as you mirror her while you pick up your mamaâs chuckle. the lady moves back, extending her arm as you see a clean hallway full of photos on one side and a cabinet full of shoes on the other. some of them looking similar to your own shoe size.
âplease come inside. iâve set the toys so she can play with them if she wants.â the ladyâwell, auntieâsaid as your mama guided you inside with her trailing behind. sitting on the hidden seating area by the cabinet, she helps you take off your shoes before opening her hands to let you hold them. she lets you walk in front as both of you enter a big room with a sofa in front of a television. as per told by mama every time you enter someoneâs home: sit down beside mama or papa as you waited for the homeowner to guide you next. the back of the sofa is too tall for your height now and you let your hand graze against the side of the soft sofa when you encounter a large mat laid in between the sofa and the screen.
your brain tingles when you find a few toys you can nameâlike the ones you own back homeâwhile a few of them you donât recognize at all. eyes on the toys, you throw away whatever your mama has told you and tug her hand to let her know the existence of them. looking up, she looks down at you, glance at the pile of toys left behind, and gives nods, making you grin as you both sit on the playmat. your eyes immediately look at blocks stacked shaping like a house; its triangle roof, square walls, four windows, and door makes you easily imagine it. you crawl towards it and the box beside it, finding the other blocks left behind as you pull some of them out to make your own little house. as you slowly stack up the blocksâhearing the sound of wood tapping against each otherâyou heard the sound of giggling coming from behind the sofa.
âsorry, he just finished taking a bath.â auntie said to your mom who was behind you, walking closer to the sofa as you turned your head to face her. thatâs when you see another person walking into the room with a small pitter-patter heard behind them. the steps are getting louder and louder as you see a small figure enter the room, walking towards the person laughing. the person wipes his face with his small hand before pausing, turning his head to you.
âhi heeseung!â you heard your mama say as the boyâs laugh slows down and he looks at you and your mama. auntie, who now looks more like the bigger version of the boy, steps in to help him move and sit down beside you. you see him crouch down as you can see his face clearer. yet, his eyes wander on the house made of blocksâhis houseâand the house youâre making; wider by one block than his.
âthatâs (y/n). you were too young to remember but auntie and i always bring you two to playdates since youâre not even one year old. sheâs the same age as you.â you heard auntie say as you felt your mama help you to scoot closer. his hand reaches for the box of blocks as you place the final block on your house while heâs pulling out more blocks. you look at the boyâs action as you feel mama, with her larger hand, holding onto your smaller one. your palm is now open as you see heeseung was told to do the same by his mom, putting away the blocks on the mat. your hands meet each other as you say your name. mama helps in closing your fingers, wrapping your hand in his as he follows.
âmy name is (y/n).â the boyâs hand also uses the same force when you shake it. both women let go of their childrenâs hands as both of your little hands are floating, connected, and shaking. your eyes meet his as he looks back at the two houses made of blocks.
âmy name is heeseung.â he smiles.
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1. stay soft, silly
the way the corner of his mouth twitches makes you think outside of the plan you are executing now, nearly done in telling him what he needs to know.
your hands rested on top of your stomach, feeling a little bulge that was not there a month ago. his ice americano contrasts with your hot jasmine tea as you sit across from each other. years upon years of history went on pause for this moment. for a truce that you are proposing.
âand theyâre mine?â heeseung sounded. your eyebrows folded, looking down at the swollen part beneath your stomach as you pouted your lips, holding back your giggling as you glanced back at him.
âi havenât had sex with anyone this past month besides you. so, yeah. the baby is yours.â
itâs funny, you see. with the amount of carefulness you and your friends have taught you of the college hook-up culture you got roped into, you never expected to hook up with your rival. yet tension does what tension does, and it snaps as you both stumbled to kiss each other.
when it comes to your ârelationshipâ with heeseung, the closest to a positive one was when you were in kindergarten, as youâve known him before by the amount of playdates both of your mothers set up.
little did they know that one time at a playground during one of those playdates, you were left alone to play with your sandcastles as heeseung ventured to play with the other boys, running around the sandpit playing tag and how you see the familiar little jeans pants walks in front of you, knocking the castle down and flying the specks of sand to your face with your slower reaction speedâbecause of your younger ageânot making you close your eyelids quicker. your eyes watering as you wail out, getting the attention of your mama but not the jean-wearing boyâs attention as you hear his mom telling him to stop. apologizing is simple for your younger self, just a plain âsorryâ is okay. but when lee heeseungâwho you consider your friend at that timeâsaid âsorryâ with a grin on his face, you caught onto the impression that he was not sorry at all.
at age 7, you came back from the cafeteria to your class to find heeseung and his gang of boys pulling on a girlâs hair, the familiar sadness showing on her face as you caught her eyes. youâve known that theyâve played âdirtyâ and have been teasing other girls in your class beforeâjust not you, which is strange in itself. with a tense set of hands, you push the boys away with your might and stand in between them, helping the girl who cowers behind you. you look down to watch heeseung on the floor, teeth showing and face crunched as he sees the scratch from when you pushed him near his elbow.
âwhat was that for?â
âto stop you. she doesnât like it.â
one of his boys helps to pick him up on his feet as you can see him limping. your arms still wide as you protect the girl as best as you can. he pushes his sweaty bangs off his face as you can define the same gaze he had given you when you were 5 at the playground, now fiery. and you exude the same thing with your glare as you see the other boys helping carry him out to the nurse's office, his eyes staying on yours as you feel the girlâs hand holding you back from not walking after him again.
stickers become score markers as you and he tried to compete to get the most out of them, which comes with being nice and clever during classes. you were 10 when you had the same class as him once again, having to compete to be the quickest when raising your hands. but also the lowly giggles you give each other as you both realize just how wrong each otherâs answers that comes with the teasing annoyance. it also comes in gym class as the teacher divided you up into different teams during team gamesâbasketball being the most competitive as you are familiar with it. heeseung doesnât hesitate to run towards you if you have a ball and try to dribble it across the court, pulling it as you try to pass it to your teammate, resulting in a tug-of-war where you both just donât want to let it go. even with the whistling from the teacher as one teammate gets a hold of it to continue the game, you instead continue to have a screaming match with him.
it continues through middle school as you remember him not hesitating with his power to slam his dodgeball at your stomach during another gym class, making you curl up on the floor as your friends help you to the nurse's office, hearing him screaming âthatâs what you get from stealing my lunchâ as you remembered the taste of the chocolate bread you pick up from his tray yesterday. at high school as you and him argue in front of the vice principal about each of your clubâs fundings, him with his basketball club who is already so successful with their winnings money that they canât seem to let go to help other clubs who are staying afloat. even with your school having pride in the basketball team and other sports club achievementsâmaking it a staple for the students to watch at least one game during their high school years. you never went to one as you rather babysit your neighborâs kid for money than watch heeseungâs smug smile as he won another mvp trophy for that tournament.
when college came and you got into hybe uni as a business major, you didnât expect to see heeseung on campus. youâve known that since he focuses more on basketball in middle school, you are winning when it comes to academics. but when his smirking face tells you he got into hybe with a full scholarship because of basketball, your heart plummets into the fathoms. you were glad that heâs not in the same faculty as you, but the college environment is so small that your acquaintances recognize each other. you canât seem to stay away from him who still has his smart for balancing his gpa and non-academic activities.
so when your lips met his own as you sobered up after having the party busted by the police, your mind is telling you to out-better him in lust and pleasure.
âwho can make each other cum the most? never thought of you as that filthy, (l/n)â
the grip of his hair on your hand tightens as he trails his own to get a grip of yours. both of your heads now straight as you canât look away from each other even if you want to.
âi take that youâre saying that because you donât know how to make girls cum with your dick, lee.â you chuckled. heeseungâs gaze is still meeting yours as he pushes your head forward, making your forehead touch his as he mumbles something only you can hear.
âi know i can make you cum on my dick just by the way youâre clenching your thighs, baby. how do we tally the score?â
âstart a kiss on the lips when you know you canât hold back?â
âdeal.â
âby the way, who won?â heeseung asked, leaning his body forward on the table as you peer down at his position from you, holding yourself as you stretch your back to help with the pain.
âhow many times did you cum? and donât fucking lie.â
heeseungâs bed is rocking beneath you as he folds you up in half, your knees on either side of you as he pounds into you. gasps fall out of your mouth as you pull on his hair, something you realize he likes after the amount of groan coming out of him from when you tug him. praises come out of your mouth as you try every method you can to turn him on first; to make him cum first. but the way he is pushing down on your abdomen makes you clench harder.
âlook at how youâre clenching onto me. youâre close, arenât you?â he whispered as you felt the breeze blowing onto your saliva-stained neck you are certain had hickeys on it. heeseung had to remind himself that he couldnât kiss your lips, no matter how delectable they were, changing to kissing your neck.
ân-â you moan as heeseungâs hand traces down to grip your ribcage, pulling you closer to him so he could find another angle to reach you deeper, pleasuring you both in return. âno.â
âdonât lie to me, (y/n).â his head pulls back from your crook as you watch his bangs faltering from the hard pounding to his mattress. âgod, youâre so fucking hot when youâre under me.â
âfuck, just like that.â you retaliate with your own dirty talk, hands holding his waist so he could stay longer in your cavern as you grip him. but when you sense his breath against your skin, nose upon nose touching, the grip on his waist trails up as you cup his face. nodding your head as you feel him getting faster, you pull his head down and make his lips meet yours. you bit your bottom lip as your muffled moans vibrated between the two of you. your body giving up for a moment as he continued to thrust into you, making you let go as you let out a silent scream when you felt the moist gushing against him inside you. heeseungâs lips are unhesitant to kiss between your eyebrows as your body calms down from shaking, eyes rolling back to their original place as you continue to caress his cheekbone before a surge of energy comes back to you. you push him to the side, placing him down on the mattress as your hands grab both of his wrists to rest beside his head.
âi can feel you twitching inside me, hee. i know youâre close,â you said as you bounce on his lap, feeling the way your essence fell out and how much slick is on his penis because of you. as you have the upper hand, you decide to tease him by falling on him slower than the pace you have familiarized, making his wrists flinched under your hold as you click your tongue.
âyou like how my walls are sucking you?â
âfuck, yes,â he mumbled under his breath.
âyeah..?â you replied as you leaned forward, making heeseung reach up to kiss your areola as best as he could.
âcome on. you donât wanna cum again?â heeseung asked in such a whiny voice that makes you snicker at how needy he has become. you decide to continue your teasing when you trail your nose along his face as you give a tiny kiss underneath his earlobe where you see the hickey you made on his clavicle. you move your hips so slowly as you feel how he becomes more erect even when heâs inside you.
âyouâre the one who denies it yourself. iâm currently helping you here.â you poke your tongue and trace down his adamâs apple to his chest, reaching his nipple and giving it a suck. heeseungâs hip shoots up into you as he wants to take control. your hand moving closer to his palm with the grip that is getting loose as he pushes both his arms to let go of your hold. yet, you pull them back up as you reposition your fingers to interlock with his, withholding what he wants to make you move faster as he thrusts up into you.
you stare at how his doe-like eyes are begging for you after the number of times you have hated and feared the same eyes. how it glistens with tears because of how uncooperative you are even with your pace getting faster. with that, you lean forward as you stretch his hands and place them on your moving hips, letting them go so he can grip it hard as he tries to chase that feeling once again. you drape yourself above him as his blown-out eyes stare right at yours, his orange fiery flame meeting your own blue.
leaning forward more as you sensed one of his hands resting on your back, you brush away his hair that is sticking on his forehead as you whispered the death blow.
âyou can cum in me-â
he leans up to connect your lips with his as you understand the signal, making your hips help to stimulate him more. his tongue flicking out and even wetting the skin around your lips as he moans out your name, letting out an exhale as your forehead is on his.
âwant to breed youâŠâ he whispered as you nodded, knowing just how much you like cum staining your walls as you give him a peck.
âbreed me then.â
as he spoke to you about when he cums in your walls cowgirl style, you couldnât help but snicker at the memories of his newly known breeding kink and your own creampie kink makes the resulting bun in your oven, making him flick your hand as you stare at him.
âthatâs one for you and one for me- what are you thinking?â the way his voice pitches up at the end of the question makes you giggle even more.
âi swear-â you lean forward as you realize the stage you are in, âthe way our kinks create them,â you point down to your stomach.
âwith the way your body shivers when i cum in you,â he said as he also leans forward. âi knew you like it. but i didnât realize how feral you got because of that.â
âhow feral we got, heeseung. fucking correct that.â
âoh fuck!â you moaned out into the mattress as heeseung held your hips up when he thrusts back into you from behind. you can sense how every time he pounds into you, his release is coming out alongside him as the wet clapping noises penetrate even the sound of both the cricketing bed frame and both of your moans. his hand goes up to your head and pulls your hair as the other pushes against your stomach, making you bend back towards him as the moans you let out of your mouth are clearer. his lips sucking another hickey onto your shoulder as you lean your head back on him to widen his access. your hands gripping onto both of the hands that are now resting on your abdomen and one on your breast, respectively.
âwho can make you feel like this?â the question triggering you right away.
ây-you.â
âsay my name, baby,â he said as he kissed your cheeks, making you turn your head towards the side as you opened your eyes to meet his, continuing to pleasure you into oblivion.
âheeseungâŠâ
âgo on.â he squeezed your flesh and you bit your bottom lip.
âheeseung!â
the hand on your abdomen leaves to crawl to your nub as your free hand reaches up to his nape, letting you connect your lips with his as best as you can. your body doing gymnastics before it is overcome by your second wave of cum when heeseung stops and twist your upper body to connect both of your lips fully. with his hands enveloping you, you push both of your body down as you let him spoon you.
grinding your hips against him, you reached down to gather both your cums as you give it a lick, making heeseung groan as he helps you push against him. âfuck, (y/n), how are you still so tight?â
âonly for you-â you reply as you shift away, just wanting to kiss heeseung, but then you remember the rules. with your shoulder, you push heeseung so he lays back on the bed as you lie on top of him. your knees folding so you can put your heels on the mattress as you lift yourself up and down on his shaft. you push your hands against is so you can sit and let you see the messiness yourself: both of your thighs are now covered in whiteness as you continue, realizing how sticky your skins are against each other. instead of letting you observe the messiness, heeseung pulls your upper body back to his as he also folds his knees and pushes his heels to the bed, thrusting upwards and making the pace quicker.
both of your moans combine with each other as he rests his arms around your midriff so you canât move away from him. your head tilts to look behind you at the way heeseung is closing his eyes. as the point of your nose touches his skin, he doesnât hesitate to turn to you and brought your lips onto his as he gives a few sputtering thrusts before you felt him cumming in you once again, making you fuller than ever.
âand thatâs another two for each of us,â you replied as heeseung let out a snicker.
âstill a tie, huh?â
âyeah, but we decided on a tiebreaker, right?â he responded with a hum.
with how sweaty, sticky, and tired you both are, you decide to do a tiebreaker with you sitting on his lap in a lotus position. your breath meeting his as both of you work in tandem (with a little burst exerted once in a while) to make any of you cum first and declare to be the winner of this messed-up game you made. heeseung licks the skin below your neck and plays with your breasts as you let your fingers experiment with his nipples and the way your nails scratch against his back muscles. you know that both of you are exhausted because the only sound that comes out is the small moans and whines left over. you looked down to see the messy environment you made between both of your crotches, making you scoop it up as you lift your cum-covered forefinger to your mouth, sucking it in, before pulling heeseungâs head so you can let him taste both of you.
his wide eyes glance up at you as he puts on a show to make you turn on more, swirling his tongue around your middle finger as the hand that was holding your shoulder blade reaches to your face, making his thumb pressing against your bottom lip so you can suck it. your hips grind on him faster, bouncing a few times, as both of your moans are muffled by both of your fingers. pulling your finger back, a string of saliva connected it and his lips as you cup his cheek. heeseung bites his lip as he pulls the thumb out to see your swollen lips. as you stare at each otherâthinking back to the past few hours that have gotten you here in this positionâyou sense something strange within you. something so unfamiliar when you stare at him than the other moments you blatantly glare towards him. with the way he glances around your face as he connects your forehead with his, you recognize he might have sensed the same things too.
you donât remember who is the first one to reach out, but as both of your lips connect, you let yourself envelop him as he did you. both of you not stopping and helping each other out as both of you cum in quick succession. not letting go of each otherâs lips as you both pull away slowly; looking at the string of saliva connecting both of you as you stare at each other.
âwe donât need to discuss that.â
âno, we donât,â
both of you replied right after the other as you see heeseung looking away from you to glance at the window beside the table. you glance at the condensation forming on the glass of his americano before glimpsing towards the booth where he sat. a duffle bag beside his backpack; you guess it will be for his basketball practice, it is near the college basketball season after all. but as you glance up at the man himselfâyou notice how different he has been since you were children. the way he muscled up and the baby fat on his face sheds away from the amount of sports he has to consume weekly. but, with all the invisible scars you both inflicted on each other from then until now, you weigh in just how ridiculously complex your relationship is that you donât know if he wants to agree with it or not.
âwell, now that you knowâŠâ you started, rubbing your hand against your sweater paws, âyou donât have to contribute to their life.â
heeseung hums, turning back to look towards you with confusion written on his face.
âitâs okay if you donât want to get involved in taking care of them. itâs hard enough to be a senior-year college student, let alone raising a baby. itâs my choice to keep them, so i have to take responsibility for that.â you grabbed the now lukewarm cup of tea as you take a sip from it, placing it gently on the small plate as you continued with, âespecially knowing how complicated we are.â you use your forefinger to point between him and you.
the manâs face is hard to read. he jutted his lips, biting the inside of his cheek as you see him blink whilst looking towards you, trying to get a read on you as well. being 8 weeks pregnant, you just wanted the meeting to end because you have all the other things you need to organize: telling the girls about your pregnancy diets and symptoms, telling the university about them and maybe they could give you leeway with the tests and studies, setting up appointments for with the ob-gyn and the doula of your choice, and telling your parents.
your parents who knew heeseungâs parents.
this will be awkward as fuck to experience.
âand i wish we could have a truce for the next 40 weeks.â you said, already with an exasperated voice that seemed to even surprise heeseung. âwith this lifelong rivalry going on and how both of us doesnât even want it to stop, please just⊠give me a slack to take care of them as best as i could.â
when you expected heeseung to reply with an okayâknowing your status as an expecting mother to at least give you some slackâyou were met with a piercing gaze instead. how he looks between your face and your hidden stomach behind the table. he rests his hand on the table when you watch him considering something, and you didnât even fucking guess he will do what he does.
âno.â
âwhat?â
âno. thereâs no truce.â he leans forward, recognizing the gaze in his eyes as you just want to punch it out of his face for even thinking about what heâs thinking.
âno fucking way youâre thinking about this.â
âwhy not, (y/n)? think you canât take care of yourself enough for the baby?â
your palm is now against your forehead, brushing against your face as it trails down when you let out a groan, âyouâre trying to make a rivalry on taking care of this babyâŠâ you let out your guess as heeseung lets out his signature smirk and a voiceless âbingoâ.
âhow? theyâre in me, heeseung.â
âby giving them good nutritious food, interacting with them, i donât know. but i know from knowing you for years that you canât take care of yourself, knowing you have three other roommates-â
âyou also have three other fucking roommates. sheesh.â you shake your head as you lean back. âanything for the baby has to go through me first, you know? i can deny it if i want.â
âthen we can argue whoâs right. theyâre my baby too and i have the right to be involved even if you donât want to.â your phone vibrates after heeseungâs brash reply as you see the silent alarm of your next schedule of the day. you tug the strap of your bag to your shoulder and gulp the rest of your tea.
âwhatever, i have another thing to do.â
âdoes it involve the baby?â
âno. unless you wanna join my research class.â
you stood up from the booth as you straightened your sweater down, making heeseung glance at your abdomen before looking back at your face. âjust so you remember: iâm doing this for the baby, not you.â
rolling your eyes, you flip him the bird as you walk away from him to your only class of the day, making heeseung let out a strangled smile.
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âwhat the- what do you mean?â
the game continues as the other three guys look towards heeseung who is obliterating them with his king dedede, the sound of the fighting comes from the tv of their living room apartment as his fingers nimbly move on the switch controller, making the other three characters fly from the platforms as the familiar âgame!â announcement calls.
the boys are sitting in various ways; beomgyu and jeongin are on the floor and jimin is beside him. the soundtrack of the super smash bros ultimate is playing in the background as heeseung smiles.
âiâm gonna be a dad.â
jeongin, the closest to the main port of the switch, quits the game as beomgyu lets out another loud shoutâoutside of the gameâand jimin, who is sitting besides him, shakes his body with outstretched arms.
âBROOO!â beomgyu rubs his hand across his long hair as he faces heeseung fully, who is regretting not recording the reaction of his best buddies about this.
âhow does heeseung, who doesnât even like hooking up, get someone pregnant?â jimin asks to himself but also to the others as jeongin now stands in front of him, shielding the tv from his sight.
âforget that. who did you knock up, lee heeseung?â jeongin cuts through as heeseung leans back against the headrest of the couch. a mix of expressions showing on his face cause he doesnât know if he has to laugh, be angry, be sad, or what else. he lets out a sigh as he picks the right voice tone to tell them.
âitâs fucking (y/n).â
âokay, now hold on!â
jeongin jumps, shedding the stern aura that he just created a few seconds ago. heeseung glances down at beomgyu who has his jaw dropped with jimin gripping on heeseungâs shoulder very hard.
âSINCE WHEN DID YOU TWO HOOK U-â
âshush!â jimin stands up and covers his hand on jeonginâs mouth, not wanting another complaint from the neighbors both horizontally and vertically.
âwhen?â beomgyu asked jeonginâs questions concisely as heeseung glanced towards the sofa and the kitchen right beside the front door of their apartment.
âyou remember the party that got busted by the police?â
âyoon keehoâs party?â
âyeah, that one.â jimin acknowledges beomgyuâs answer as heeseung continues.
âlong story short, (y/n) was alone and i went past her, teasing her for seeing that her friends left her behind when the police showed. she was tipsy which she shows by how easily stumbles. so i dragged her with me to our apartment when we escaped. i donât know where you guys were, but sheâs gotten a bit too annoying so i have to sober her up. we talked, and the tension was just tooâŠâ heeseung remembers as he was the one reaching for your face, to tell you to shut the fuck up, but the tension melted away before both of you proposes the game that you did. âso, we did it. and she asked me to meet up this morning and told me the news.â
âand what are your thoughts?â jimin asks, making the high-stakes emotions lower as he lets his friend talk about what he is feeling.
well, for heeseung, shock was an understatement. when he heard you utter the three words to him as he asked you what makes you want to meet up, never did he expect that to come out. surely, he has a breeding kink, and he had expected that to happen. but you told him youâre leaving early to get a plan b pill. maybe it didnât work, but he doesnât want to assume much about your body. then, he can sense the hidden sheer happiness blossoming within him. he wanted to smile and give you a hug, but then he remembered that it was you. that outside of his bed that night, you didnât see him as a friend.
for someone who doesnât hook up with people, heeseung knows how the hook-up culture works. he had heard multiple women fucking his three roommates from within his room and he could use his noise-canceling headphones against them. people might presume he is pickyâa basketball jock who stays hidden and doesnât want to hook up with anyone unlike his younger teammatesâbut the level of comfort is different when he has to do it with someone he doesnât know and thatâs why he rather stayed away. you? well, you are an anomaly.
though close because of your upbringing, he doesnât know you outside of what he knows. that you were the kid who broke his truck even after he said sorry for ruining your sandcastle at that playground. that you were the kid who pushed him to the floor back when you were 7. that youâre the girl who he competes with to get the most stickers and not letting go of the basketball even though he stole it from you correctly. that he saw you stealing the bread from his tray as he came back from the vending machine. that you were the one telling the vice principal his basketball club doesnât need as much money as they do because of their successful run, not knowing that their assistant coach stole the winning money.
so when you decide to create walls from your words, try to spin it so he doesnât have to care about his baby, he had to say no. itâs as if youâre trying to keep the baby to yourself and not letting him in even though it takes two to tango. so, he found the most relevant way: competing for who takes care of that baby the right wayâeven if theyâre in you. he doesnât even think far from that thought no matter how ridiculous it is as now he realizes what a logistical nightmare itâs going to be.
âyouâre making a game out of taking care of your own child but not your baby mama?â jeongin questioned after hearing heeseungâs rambling about this.
âyupâŠâ heeseung paused, a pregnant pause. âand i need all of your help.â
jiminâs face changes as he hears the way heeseung described his face, rubbing his palm against the creases forming on his forehead as he canât comprehend how beomgyu easily accepts his role. jiminâs head perks up at heeseung calling his name.
âyo!â jimin replied.
âsince youâre the only one out of us who has a direct connection to (y/n) through chaeryeong, youâll be my eyes, okay? asked about (y/n), how sheâs doing, and all that stuff.â heeseung nodded as he expectantly looked at the boy who stood beside jeongin.
âgotcha,â he replied, his eyes wide as heeseung turned towards jeongin.
âinnie, youâre my source. find any article about pregnancy and what my role is gonna be as a dad. yadda yadda yadda. all that stu-â
âi do you one better, seung.â jeongin said as heeseung lifted his eyebrows at him, tilting his head.
âmy mom is an ob-gyn doctor.â
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âmiss (y/n)!â
âwear this!â
there is sounds of pitter-patters all around you as you sense the weight getting heavier on your figure. a small cape hanging off your shoulders and a crooked crown on your head, you sit down cross-legged against a round table full of toy food and kitchen utensils. girls and boys alike sit on the chairs by the table with their own capes and crowns, playing around with their cups as they all have a tea partyâwith the other side of the room playing with legos.
âhere is your tea and cake.â you see the girl beside you giving the plate of rubber cake and an empty tea cup.
âthank you, princess rami.â picking up the teacup into your hand, you let out a loud slurping noise to drink it, before flinching away as you fan your tongue.
âiâm so sorry. is it too hot?â rami asked as you shook your head.
âiâm okay. thank you for asking,â you replied as best as you could.
âyou must be careful, princess rami.â the boy across from her spoke as you tilt your head to him.
âiâm alright. prince yujin. i will be more careful with the tea.â he gave out a smile as one girl called out.
âif we are all princes and princesses, how should we call miss (y/n)?â hyunseo asked across from you.
âwell, miss (y/n) should be a queen!â woonhak replied enthusiastically.
âbut if miss (y/n) is a queen, should she have a king?â hyunseo continued.
âor another queen. i have two queens at home.â yujin filled in as you gave off a smile with the implication. but then the kids started to bicker with each other as you looked around the room once again.
as you entered high school, you were determined to beat heeseung in another way other than school-related activities. and what other way by being independent and richer than him at a young age? so you raked your head of a simple work that can help you gain more pocket money when one of your aunts asks you if you can babysit their daughter and how she will pay you. seizing the opportunity, you get to take care of your baby cousin as you go to your auntâs home to help her with her food and stuff. hearing your enjoyment by the dining room table, your mom suggests more opportunities to babysit children of your family members from both sidesâto your youngest uncleâs 4-year-old son and your oldest cousinâs 6-month-old babyâyou have an array of skills gotten from doing childcare as your mom recommend you to babysit her juniorsâ children at work, making you who wanted it for the money now wants it for the children.
it needs a certain level of charisma to charm a child so they can listen to you and with the array of children you had to babysit, youâve met and adapted as best as you can to all of them. from being the calm tutor for a baby who is training his motor skills to help a child practice balancing on a bicycle, you understand what a child wants under their tantrums. that love you give and the love you accept makes you want to contribute more to childcare. so you started volunteering in non-formal schools and orphanages, helping to at least make their days a little better. and thatâs why you worked part-time as a daycare attendant since you entered university as it is a more established institution where you can shuffle your study schedule alongside your work schedule, meeting kids who are being sent here that are still younger than school age. it reminded you of your own childhood and youâre hoping that your inner child could be happy and satisfied that you let her feel that feeling again.
âguysâŠâ your spoken voice cuts their conversations, and they all turn to you. âa queen doesnât have to have a king or another queen by their side. a queen can stand alone too.â
âbut wouldnât that make the queen lonely?â rami questioned, making you pout your lips as you still canât comprehend just how blatantly honest children are that it pierces through each layer of your heart to find the right spot.
âyes, the queen will be lonely. but she also has her princes, princesses, knights, counselors, and more around her. love doesnât always come from one person, it can also come from a group.â you replied, making the group rowdy up as they converse about love and being independentâwell, âlonelyâ as they called itâwhen you feel a light pat on your shoulder.
turning your head, you see a younger girl other than those around the table holding a paper, stretching it towards you.
âfor you, miss (y/n)âŠâ
you slowly pick the paper from her small hands as you observe the drawing. a simple figure made of circles and triangles with different colors. a pink filled-in shape on one side of the triangle with the circle-shaped and another taller one holding the figures hand, a yellow crown-shaped drawing on top of a circle with a smiling face inside.
she drew you.
âawww. this is so sweet and nice.â you return to look at the younger girl, a warm smile showing on your face, âthank you, hyein.â you rub your hand on her hairâsomething you remember she likesâas her smile widens before she runs away towards her table, where she has a few more papers scattered.
you glance at her before looking at your own stomach, unconsciously rubbing it as you can feel your own child inside you now growing along with time. then, it all came so suddenly when you felt yourself regurgitating, hand coming up to your mouth as you stood up as fast as you could towards the staff bathroom. knocking open the door of the open stall, you kneeled down as you puke out your lunch for today, feeling your gag reflexes kicking in. you sensed a hand soothing down your back as you reached for the flush to drain it down the toilet bowl.
âyou okay, (y/n)?â you hear the familiar voice of your supervisor, yoonah, behind you. nodding your head, you reach for the toilet paper and tear it apart as you wipe the remains and saliva off your lips. reaching for the crown that fortunately doesnât fall when you puke your inside, you hold on to it as you stand up and veer around to the sink to clean your mouth, gargling and spitting out as you wipe the droplets of water from your lips.
âhow is it going with the pregnancy?â she asked as you watched her reflection behind yours in the mirror. you nodded your head and chuckled.
âdidnât vomit for the past three days and i thought that was enough, and well, here i am.â you stare at your face, seeing your eyes glistening with tears with the number of times you had to cough out until your phlegm came out. you turn your head to face your boss as she gives you a solemn smile.
âso, i have already talked to hr and we agree to have you reduce your work day to just one per week. you can enter anytime between the weekdays depending on your schedule because you have lots of things to juggle with your ob-gyn appointment. we donât want to weigh you down more.â
you looked sideways when yoonah didnât seem to see you being glad of it. though it helps with not exerting your bodyâas per doctor parkâs requestâit will definitely reduce your money because of the appointments and others. you havenât told your parents yet and maybe you can ask them for more money after but with the way your friends have already helped ease your part of the rent so you have enough money for your own diet and consultations; you donât want them to provide more for you.
âthatâs great and all, but what about my pay? can it be adjusted? it doesnât have to be 200%. like, do I only work one day for a pay of two like usual? or is it the regular one day pay? if itâs the latter, maybe a 25% increase will be great? for the consultations and othersâŠâ you said, not realizing that you had a few stray tears leaving out your eyes. nice fucking job, hormones.
yoonah picks up the crown from your head and she places it above your head, straightening it up as it rests right at the top of your head, âi will take about it to hr. you know that iâm on your side with this.â she pats your shoulder as you let out a faint âthank youâ and see her walking away out of the bathroom. you brushed the tears away as you wet your hands to help unswollen them, even if it is for a bit. staring at yourself in the mirror, you pull your body up straight as you turn sideways, rubbing your abdomen as you can feel the life being put into you; piece by piece, cell by cell, forming into a human being.
as your feet enter the room one by one, tons of footsteps greet you as you look down to see the crown-wearing kids you are playing tea time with approaching you. their faces showing weariness so explicitly that you feel your heart tugging at them.
âare you ok, miss (y/n)?â hyeinâthe first one to be thereâspoke as she was surrounded by kids taller and older than her. you notice someone holding onto your hand with their tiny one, seeing rami brushing the skin as you feel soothed.
âi am now. thank you, hyein,â you replied, letting your body fall as you kneeled before them, seeing the number of children you have taken care of for the years you had worked here. in your mind, it seemed ridiculous to think of your next move, but in a way that they have taught you so much about taking care of others, itâs proper to tell them yourself.
wiping the corner of your eyes as you feel your hormones acting up again, you speak, âwhat do you know about your moms?â
âmommy is very sweet to me,â hyunseo replies as she steps forward to stand next to hyein, their height difference looking so cute.
âmom is the one that picked me up from here.â woonhak also replied when you can see his momâs smile on his own from the number of times she picked him up and showed that same smile.
âboth of my mamas are the best in taking care of me and my brothers.â yujin added as there were more children rambling about their mothers, creating a wall of cacophony that seemed more like the background noise you heard each week as you worked. their voices dwindled as you looked expectantly at them one by one, a smile urging them to wait for something to come out of you.
âwell, you see, iâm going to be just like your moms.â
yujin was the one that caught on first as he stepped closer and hugged you. while the others still looked confused, he turned around to looked at them and state it himself.
âMISS (Y/N) IS GOING TO BE A MOM!â
âmiss (y/n)!â
âno wa-â
you heard the surge of children hugging you as you laughed out loud, seeing yoonah by the door as she also followed your laughter while you were surrounded by the children who were either hugging you or asking you questions.
âsettle down, children. miss (y/n) needs a space to take a breather.â yoonah spoke up as she approached you who has a grin on your face.
âyou said that you donât have any king or queen?â yujin said as you felt your cheeks getting warmer, he now held onto the crown that slipped down your head from the number of kids that is surrounding you. while you could feel a hand on your stomach as you looked down to see hyein sitting downâremembering that she also has a pregnant mother with a little sibling on the way for her.
âit, it will be hard for me to explain it to you, butâŠâ you felt yoonahâs hand on your shoulder as you glance at the closest clock in the roomâfinding the time for them to go home has come. âyour moms are waiting for you to go home.â
you push yourself up to stand as yoonah guides the kids to pick their items up by the cabinets as you stand up straight, seeing the children walking around you when you see rami stepping beside you, arms wide open as you crouch down to give her a hug. you felt other sets of arms surrounding you as you giggled, pulling away your arms as the children noticed it.
âiâll see you all next week!â you stated as yoonah brought all of them to the door of the daycare before opening them, seeing all of them going to their respective parents and guardians as a few of them acknowledged you. you turned around as you started your usual clean-up process, picking up the drawings that the children made and putting them in their own folders so you can give them to their guardians when they graduated, putting back the toys into the boxes, returning the costumes back to the wardrobe as you place the robe and crown you were also wearing, and you wanted to do one more thing, but you heard someone clearing their throat.
âiâll clean the furniture and floor. you have done so much and you needed to eat and rest.â yoonah told you as you sighed, knowing that you seemed to be hungrier after you vomited out your food.
âthanks, boss.â you winked as she chuckled, bringing yourself to the staff room with the drawing that hyein gave to youâpinning in your mind to collect it with the drawings the kids youâve taken care has made for you.
when collecting your things into your backpack, you glance at the paper that you printed out from your laptop as you scan the words, seeing your inked signature on the bottom as you see the blank space with the name right across from yours. heeseungâs name.
since he decided to be involvedâyou remembered while you talked to your faculty about your pregnancy and how they asked who the dad was, you decided to bring him up as a âstudent from another faculty.â it might make him think twice if he wants to be involved or not because he will get his name pin up on a note somewhere, which will be noted to his coach, lecturers, and more of his status. you are ready to be mentally burnt by the judgment your peers might give you, but is heeseung also ready?
you havenât thought of the way youâre going to give heeseung the letter when you see minjeongâs name from your vibrating phone as you pick up the things you are bringing home and you hear yoonah talking as she sees you already leaving.
âcarpool picking you up?â
âyeah, my roommate and her boyfriend.â
âokay, take care of yourself and iâll follow up with your request.â you felt yoonah giving you a side hug as you gave a smile and wave when you pushed the door open. you breathed in the outside air to see the dark gray chevrolet camaro parked near the front of the building. walking to the back seats, you opened the door to be met with the music playing as minjeong greeted you.
âhowâs work, (y/n)?â she instantly asked as sungchan lurched the car to a drive when you glanced at the bags of things beside you.
âfreaking embarrassing. i vomited suddenly when i hadnât vomited for the last 3 days but the kids reacted to it pretty okay. and i told them iâm gonna be a mom.â
âthatâs so sweet!â she said, glancing back from her seat in front of you as she reached to touch you, making you sit in the middle with the console right in front of you as you see sungchanâs playing with the volume of bluetooth-connected car radio play the song that sounds so minjeongâwhich you can recognized right away.
âwhat did you guys do today?â you wiggled your eyebrows as you heard sungchanâs laugh from the way he looked at you from the rear-view mirror.
âyou know what me and jeongie usually do, eat, shop, fuck, repeat-â
âno, we didnât fuck today-â
âwe did a quickie before we left to pick (y/n) up, winter.â
âokay! ughhhâŠâ minjeong said, rubbing her face in embarrassment before replying, âi brought him to this cafe that has all these criterion collections that arenât available on any of the streaming services we own. so i bought so many dvds for us to watch.â
âwhich are?â
âolder movies, foreign movies. you did say that you enjoyed watching japanese movies, so i bought some of them for us to watch.â
âfuck, i love you so much for that, kim minjeong.â you replied as you heard sungchanâs little tsk, making you both giggle as his possessiveness is showing at the most ridiculous time.
âso, (y/n),â you hummed to sungchanâs starter words, âyou havenât told me who is your baby daddy.â
âguess!â you tugged yourself forward as your face was between their seats.
âhow should i guess when i never see you hook up with people?â he replies as you glance at minjeong who is just watching him, an amused smile on her face.
âwhat if i say itâs song eunseok,â you mentioned his fellow frat bros.
âeunseok is dating that junior of his he has classes with. and heâs a loyal guy so i donât think so.â
âwhat about park jisung? heâs hot in my eyes.â
âyou donât seem to be the kind to hook up with your junior,â he replied, making you squint your eyes.
âzhong chenle? heâs a fellow biz major like i do.â
âyouâre definitely not his style.â
ânow, thatâs rude.â you hunch yourself back on the back seat as minjeongâs giggles compete with the music playing.
âyouâre gonna be so shocked if we told you who he is.â she added as you nodded along, âtwo hints though: heâs our age and heâs a fellow jock-â
âthatâs too much, jeong-ah.â you cover her mouth as her muffled nagging rings in the car. you can feel her lapping your palm, tickling your nerves and making you pull away as itâs now sungchanâs turn to have a giggling fit while watching his girlfriend and her roommate bickering. the trip was close between the daycare you work and the apartment tower you rented off-campusâbut since youâve mentioned to your roommates that youâve been having back pain and vomiting sessions, they decided to help you out by being by your side as they drop you off or picking you upâjust like what chaeryeong did as she drop you off to work before going to the dance studio.
so, when you stare out to see the small lobby of your apartment, youâre already with your backpack tucked to you as you open the door of the backseats. sungchan helped widen the door for you before going to the other side to help minjeong with the things she bought from their date. as you stood by the tiled floor of the lobby, minjeong gave sungchan one last kiss on the lips as you heard him say, âbye, babe! bye, (y/n) and hope you rest!â
âsee you next week, baby.â the girl said as both you and her are waving your hands at the boy, who has entered the car driving off into the ending sunset of today. stepping inside the entrance of the apartment, you and she enter the empty elevator as you catch a glimpse at what other things minjeong had bought when you see a box from a chicken fast food brand, making your mouth water as you think about it, but you knew that youâll be nag by dr. park for eating junk food.
pushing the handle after you put the pin on the keypad, you enter and instantly kick your shoes off as you are met with ryujin who is tying her hair up, walking towards you as she helps with minjeongâs bags. the apartment was left as you remembered this morning: a few scattered papers from either you or ryujinâs homework, the weighted blanket by the sofa now folded, and the smell of hot choco on the coffee table alongside ryujinâs laptop as you remembered that she only has online classes today.
âwhat did you bring?â ryujin wiggled her eyebrows as she rummaged open the bag that youâd seen when she instantly brought it to the kitchen counter when you saw her already cooking something. out of all four of you, you and ryujin are the ones talented in cooking so itâs not a surprise to see her cook for herself, but when you see the large plate that is places beside where the stove is, you know she has been making dinner for all four of youâas only chaeryeongâs the one who is not finished with her work today.
âwhy did you bring back fast food, minjeong? we promised to also have (y/n)âs diet.â
âthatâs my leftover. chan said that the boys had too much stuff in their fridge so i brought it to us.â you then felt minjeongâs hand behind your lower back as she stood beside you, âhope you are okay with that.â
âof course, iâm okay.â you give minjeong a smile. âall of you arenât obliged to follow my diet cause i know you love red meat, jinnie.â
âit feels wrong if i donât follow you, though.â ryujin replied as you and minjeong go to your separate waysâshe walked to her room while you stepped into the kitchen to see the food that minjeong brought. the chicken was a leftover but you also see her bringing back different meats and seafood.
âi almost forgot to ask you, but can you give me the list of the food that you can and canât eat? just so i can help with the recipes and so we can pre-made food.â ryujin said as she put her arms behind your back, soothing you as you viewed her making japchae and beef on the pan.
âwill do, ryu.â you give her a salute as she gives your cheek a squeeze before you let her be. taking your bag handle as you step towards the direction of your room, the bell of your apartment rings as ryujin turns towards you, making both of you tilt your head as you volunteer to get to the intercom.
when you press the button, the screen shows you someone you donât expect to see as you can recognize the wolf cut hair youâve seen while scrolling on your instagram. your footsteps immediately go to the door as you hear the ringing âhelloâs from the intercom, opening it up to see the boy youâre trying your best to mask your feelings for with a box.
âheyya, (y/n)!â he replied as you widened the door to gaze at the box.
âh-hi beomgyu.â you give him a small smile as you try your best not to lock your eyes on him. to be having a crush on a boy like him is ridiculous, especially knowing that he is your RIVALâs best friend. and the fact that you still have a crush on him since high school to then be found being in the same uni as him. if he doesnât have heeseung by his side, you know you will brace yourself to approach him first. but now with his success as an indie musician, you know you are probably in a losing battle knowing just how spicy heeseung talks about you knowing that he has so many fans aiming at him and how you canât compete with themânot as much as yeonjun though.
âwha, whatâs this?â
âitâs for you.â he pushed the box towards you as you tried to peek inside when you felt a presence behind you.
âlet me get that.â another pair of hands open by your side and you see the smirk on beomgyuâs face falter to see ryujin pulling the box against her.
âhi ryujin,â he said, a slight tremble in his voice as you finally be able to look at him with your heart eyes before back at ryujin.
âbeomgyu,â she replied before leaving the door to put the box away. you eye the boy who is staring at the empty space for a few seconds too late before you are back in his attention, returning to the cheeky smile you adore.
âthank you for that!â you felt your palms getting sweatier than ever, rubbing one of them against the door to dry it.
âyou gotta have to thank heeseung for that.â
the way beomgyu named he-who-shall-not-be-named shutters your fantasy as you were met with the reality. of course, itâs from heeseung, not from the boy you had a crush onâeven if it means that the baby daddy trusts his best friend so much to tell him that he is having a baby with his rival. beomgyu seemed to be the nicer guy between the two. so, a girl can hope, right?
âoh yeah, wait for a minute!â you were so caught up in the way heeseung terrors you and slips back into your mind and how you wanted to slam the door when you heard his name when you remembered the paper that he had to sign. you pull the paper out of your folder as you pull one of your sticky notes and write a simple note to him. giving a smile to beomgyu, you handed him the paper as he stared at the words printed on it.
âgive it to heeseung and send it back to me after that, or if he wants to submit it himself, then thatâs fine. i have to give the contact person the info if he decides to send the paper to the administration himself.â
beomgyu nods as he chuckles at your note before giving a last âi willâ before walking and waving away, making you close the door as you wonder how did he know where you lived. eh, thatâs fine. you got to see what heeseung gave you as the box rested on top of the counter right beside ryujin who was pouring the japchae into the bowl.
slowly opening itâscared that he might have a jack-in-the-box mechanism inside itâyou were met with plastics covering greens as you tugged a few of them out to be met with a bunch of fruits and vegetables still packed in their groceryâs packing. your shoulder meets ryujinâs as she took a glimpse at the new ingredient you picked out of the box.
âfrom beomgyu?â
shaking your head, you feel a piece of paper inside the box as you pinch it between your fingers. straighten the creases, you see the scribbles on the note as you read it in your mind.
eat them for the babyâs health and your own sanity - lhs
âheeseung,â you replied after you finish. ryujin gives a small hum as you catch the smirk on her face before you shove her with your shoulder. both of you open the plastics of the greens, vegetables, and fruits that heeseung bought for you, ryujin saying out loud the names of the greens as you and her bounce ideas of what kind of food she can make to cater to your diet.
âkale, cabbage, broccoliâŠâ she picked another vegetable, carefully pulling away the plastics as the waft of the smell entered the kitchen. you knew of the vegetable, but being pregnant equals being sensitive to smells. and the way that you instantly wretch at the smell makes you scurry away from ryujin.
âhey, who rang the be-â
minjeong was pushed away as she saw you opening the door of their shared bathroom, making her turn around as she heard you wretch out the remaining food and saliva inside of you that is followed immediately by a flush from the toilet bowl. she walked to the kitchen to see ryujin holding stems of leaves on her hand.
âwell, now we know she canât eat arugula.â
the chime of the lock unlocked rings alongside the opening of the door of their apartment as ryujin and minjeong stare at it, seeing chaeryeong trying to breathe as she takes off her sneakers.
âWHY IS JIMIN PESTERING ME ABOUT (Y/N)?â
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thumps and squeaks are what beomgyu heard as his eyes gazed at the lights coming out of the gymnasium. his feet working in tandem echoing through the night as he took another glance at the paper, another step away from the door as he pulled the handle to see a bunch of boys running around the wood-floored gym. beomgyuâs eyes searched for heeseung as he bit his lips, not wanting to be late for his own band practice with the boys.
turning towards the bleachers, heâs seen one of the boys that beomgyu remembered being on heeseungâs profile. his hands on top of his knees as he leans forward to see the 3 x 3 half court game beomgyu realized isnât a part of trainingâbut more of them having fun. he is taking a glimpse at heeseung who is muttering a curse word under his breath because the ball was stolen from his hold.
âhey, uh, sheep!â
the boy turns towards beomgyu with squinting feline-esque eyes before they widen, realizing who called him.
âyour jersey has âyangâ on it. so i called you sheep.â
ânah, thatâs okay. youâre beomgyu hyung, txtâs guitaristâŠâ the boy stands up, their height almost the same as each other, but beomgyu knows that the kid can grow tallerâfrom both basketball and his unfinished puberty phase, probably.
âiâm jungwon! iâm guessing youâre here for heeseung hyung?â
beomgyu glanced down at the paper as he nodded, âi couldnât stay until he finished cause i have band practice. so, this document is for him to sign.â he told jungwon what you told him as his ghost patted himself on his shoulders for being right. beomgyu uses his thumbs to point behind him after jungwon picks up the paper that he pushed towards him and gives him a thumbs up before a loud "thank you" rings as the gymnasium door opens, leaving jungwon with a slight chuckle creeped out of his lips.
the boy couldnât stop his curiosity as he turned the paper so he could read the writing, skimming it down as his eyebrows as he couldnât stop his speech before it was too lat-
âHEESEUNG HYUNG IS A DAD?!â
jungwonâs shout makes movement screech to a halt as he looks up at his boys, also staring at heeseung, who is glaring at jungwon and the paper he is holding. but, his reaction speed was too slow to pull it off his grips as heeseung lost against the other five boys who had huddled towards jungwon.
âshut up!â sunoo exclaimed.
âitâs true, sun,â jongseong replied as he could hear jaeyun and riki screaming and laughing before they scurried to run around heeseung.
âwho is this (y/n), hyung?â jaeyun speaks into his ear, making heeseung grimace as the three walk towards the crowd with sunghoon now holding onto the paper.
âisnât (l/n)(y/n) your senior, jjong?â sunghoon calls out, making said boy read carefully the name with the signature on top.
âoh yeah! we had a marketing communication class together. didnât know you knew her, hyung.â
heeseung steps in between them as he snatches the paper out of sunghoonâs grip in a quick frame. his eyes scan the paper that is writtenâthe letter to the university administration about your statusâand he can see his name printed on the side of the paper from yours. then, he finally read the note you have sticking onto the paper.
sign it and give it to the administration office. if youâre serious.
âwon, itâs your turn to play,â he said as the boys stared at him. âi have things to do, plus i have a morning class tomorrow.â
âokay, hyung.â jungwonâs answer was followed by his offer to the older boys to continue the match as he felt another hand holding onto his forearm, turned to see the youngest boy with a small smile on his face.
âyou gotta have to let us meet this (y/n) noona. i bet sheâs pret-â
âgo back to your place, riki-kun. jakeâs calling for you.â
âhey, lanky. come on before i make you and jungwon switch.â jaeyunâs voice penetrates through the conversation at the correct moment as the smirk on heeseungâs face is growing. theyâre leaving him alone as he walks towards his backpack and duffle bagâfinally feeling the surging soreness from pushing himself hard while training and off-training. sure, itâs excessive. but the tournament is a month away from now, and he had to train for that, knowing that the matches would be back-to-back if he passed the quarter-finals.
the wood of the bleachers screeches beneath his body as he pulls out his pen, staring at the paper one last timeâtrembling breaths coming out from him. who knew that a single signature could hold so much power?
yet with how you are trying to deter him, to remind him that signing this will mean that the whole university will now know lee heeseung is a future father: that actually made him shake. he could feel the boiling anxiousness giving a few pumps of steam into his mind, clouding the plans he had already made in his mind from the information jeongin told him. he knows the future scenarios on both sides.
but fuck it, right? heâs not usually caring about what other people perceive. so what if he is known as a dad in nine months? but, he had to think about the parental leave youâre proposingâit might actually make him graduate late.
yet, the view is clear as he lets his pen glide on the paper.
the baby and your scowling face as you realize that his doing is the one that makes that baby so healthy.
tucking the paper in between his laptop and his wireless earbuds on his ears, he waves goodbye to the boys who are playing with sunoo giving a beautiful lay-up before he pushes the door to get out of the gym. the streetlights shining the pathways as he still can see students roaming around the campus at nightâmost are going to the library to maybe pull an all-nighter.
the screen illuminates his face as he scrolls down at the text jimin had sent him about you. but he had to do another victory lap first when he dialed the generic full nameâs number.
âhello?â
âthat will not work, (y/n).â
heeseung heard the grainy chuckle in his ear as he let his musclesâ memories take him home in the night's dark. eyes staring at the path that opens up onto the sidewalk where sparse vehicles are going about on the asphalt streets.
âso you sign it?â he caught the way you sigh against your phone while heeseung is focusing on both the conversation and what jimin texted about your condition.
âand iâll be giving it to the office.â
âhmm, okayâŠâ heeseungâs eyes scan through the words, letting his face contort and relax as he consumes it to his mind before itâs broken by a grainy sound of metal from your end.
âalso, thanks, by the way. for the arugula. made me vomit my stomach out.â heeseung heard you reply as it slowly became more mumbled, hearing you eating your dinnerâs food as the noises of the night came back into his cochlea, shaking his nerves as only white noises entertained him as he looked aroundâseeing his apartment building at the distance.
âand donât make jimin ask chaeryeong about me again. sheâs traumatized now and we have each otherâs number saved.â
heeseung didnât want to save your number at first. but when his mom brought him to her meeting with your mom, catching up after a long time and discussing that both of you have been accepted by the same university, they insisted that you both to have each otherâs numbers saved. âfor emergency sake, so you both have each other to rely on.â his mom explained, making him discreetly roll his eyes while you continue to listen to your music without giving a glance to him. yet, youâre the one that gave him your phone first so he can type his number, making a small â:pâ the first thing you text to him.
âiâll tell him.â he clicked his tongue as he caught the way you omit another information from him.
âbut youâre not gonna tell me you have a doctorâs appointment next week?â
âhowâd you kno-â
âjimin, from chaeryeong, and so, from you.â his smile gets bigger. âgotta have to thank jimin for that one.â
âso you want to join? what if you have a class?â
heeseungâs feet brought him to the lobby of his apartment building, his vision now on the elevator as he stated something so obvious to him.
âi have questions and i rather miss class than leave it unanswered.â
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your hands are tugged inside your hoodieâs front pocket as you wait for your name to be called. the usual soreness is tamed as you let chaeryeong massage your back carefully, relaxing most of the tender muscles that are holding you up. you can see a little bump protruding out of your stomach that was not there when you discovered you were pregnant in week 8.
remembering the way you have to buy five pregnancy tests is ridiculous when your only symptoms are headaches and vomiting. but it quickly escalates to morning sickness and how you notice just how sensitive your senses have becomeâthe way your fingers realize little grains of crayon as you pick up the kidsâ drawing to how youâre triggered by little noises coming out off your room. it feels too strange for it to be food poisoning and with all five tests showing two blue stripes: all the problems you have faced for the past monthâwhy your period is late, the morning sicknessâall click inside your mind.
your girls were the first ones you spoke to, recalling how they waited in front of your shared bathroom as you flipped the tests around, hitting you one by one with the truth of your condition. then tears start to show as overwhelming emotions compete to show dominance and you hear chaeryeongâs voice from behind the knocks on the door. you open the door to feel them hugging you as you show them the tests, how they canât wait to be your babyâs cool aunts from differing perspectives as they know of your history related to children, pregnancy, and motherhood from taking care of so many children, how your parents open up to you about why they couldnât give you a younger sibling, and the responsibility you are willing to take care for them. at that moment they hugged, youâve already fallen in love with your baby and you are determined to let them have a happy life.
the obstetrics and gynecology departmentâs walls were more pastel than the other parts of the hospital. maternity pack posters hanging as you read the words, planning your next steps as you waited by the door to your doctor. your fingers interlocked and thumbs twirling around each other as you attentively listen to the open door and your name being called. scouring your eyes around, you saw a little playground area for kids barren as you eyed the small set, mothers around you waiting also for their appointmentâsome with a sleeping baby in their hands, another with a large bump. the atmosphere is so serene that you can collect your thoughts and arrange them for the next seven months from your due date.
âhey, (y/n).â
your eyes blink as you turn around in your seat to face forward once again, looking up to find the familiar face youâve been thinking about for the past few days.
heeseung wears a simple hoodie like you do, both of his hands tucked into the front pocket as the strap of his bag crosses his chest. a thin-lipped smile on his face as you didnât see his usual resting bitch expression.
âheeseungâŠâ you reply as you gnaw on the inside of cheek as he stands there, âi havenât gotten the call from the doctor yet. so you can sit down.â your eyes glance quick at the vast space beside yours on the sofa you are also sitting down. he gave a quick nod before sitting on the space beside yours, a noticeable space between the two of you as you both lean more against each of the tables placed as the barriers between the sofas. even if you felt a piercing presence beside you, you tried your best not to look at him. the phone call when he called you was the last time you spoke with your voice to himâyou having small talk with him as he found in the hospital doesnât really countâyet he still gave you another box of ingredients for your unborn child this week, no arugula this time.
well, you are glad to see beomgyu more and you donât mind seeing beomgyu every week if heâs the one that does heeseungâs errands for his child.
both of you stare forward at the doors and wall in front of you, nearing mirroring each other even by the slight twitch of both of you wanting to look at each other. but, also not really. the tension is stronger than when you told him youâre pregnant with his child. the fucking effects of the continued declaration of rivalry as you can calculate how far both of you are willing to push even for the past week and you can guess what you both will push more for the next 7 months.
âmiss (l/n) (y/n)?â the door opened as the nurse spoke of your name making you jump up from your seat as heeseung followed behind you to enter the doctorâs room.
â(y/n)!â the young doctor said enthusiastically as you sat down on the chair in front of the desk.
âdoctor park!â you answered, cadence matched hers.
âhow have you- oh.â dr. park looks at the man entering behind you, looking between the three women in the room and the empty chair near the door before he hears her speak, âis this the dad?â
âyes, iâm the dad, lee heeseung,â he replied steadily as dr. park, who is standing up, shoots her hand out to him.
âiâm dr. park jihyo, (y/n)âs ob-gyn doctor. didnât expect to meet you as (y/n) said that the dad might not be involved.â
heeseungâs eyebrows were raised, chortling as he realized what you implied, âafter she told me, i decided to be involved.â his eyes peek from the side to see you giving a stare with no movements on your lips, sitting down on the chair beside of yours as you want to continue with your appointment.
âwell, welcome to your tenth week of being pregnant. how are you feeling?â dr. park asks, looking at you with a warm smile as you see the nurse taking care of your document.
âthe morning sickness kinda gets pretty worse and overflows out of the morning. definitely more sensitive towards scent, flavor, and texture. i also have already sensed growth on the bump since it is a bit more protruding than usual.â your hand unconsciously caresses the hoodie covered in your stomach, feeling the tenderness of the skin that is just muscles of your abdomen being pushed to cater to the baby.
âyour stomach and intestines are being pushed by the uterus as the fetus grows and itâs very normal. since we already did the blood and urine test and went over your family history back in your first appointment, we can go to an ultrasound to check the growth of your baby.â dr. park replied as she nodded at the nurse who instantly walked to the bed and set things up for your scan.
âiâm sorry to bother you, doctor. but i have a question.â
your head shifts towards heeseung as he asks, the doctor just giving him a nod.
â(y/n) said to me sheâll get a plan b pill after our⊠time. yet, she still got pregnant, but isnât that still supposed to work?â the way his voice pitches makes you hold on to a smile, recalling to when you asked the doctor the same question in your first appointment. you gave the doctor a big nod for her signal.
âwell, (y/n) said to me she consumed a plan b pill less than 24 hours after your intercourse. but plan b pill, or levonorgestrel, works by delaying the release of the egg from the ovaries. she also said that her period, which started around a week or two weeks before she discovered she was positive, was late. so, we can assume that while you two have sex, (y/n) was already in her early stages of ovulation with the egg being released into the fallopian tube and the egg got fertilized.â
heeseung nods along with the doctorâs words as you remember the same explanation given to you in the previous meeting. youâve tried using pills before but you know it will affect your hormone and physical health in the long runâyou are not a serial fucker unlike a few people you recognizeâso you rely on protection like condoms and morning-after pills right after that. heeseung not wearing one makes you want to laugh at how funny the scenario is and how you can just remain rivals for the rest of your life if you remind him to put on the rubber.
the nurse calls for as you follow her, stepping out of your shoes as you lay down on the bed. she gently brushes your hoodie up as your skin is exposed while she also pulls the band of your pants down below right above your underwear line. the chairs move as you glance at heeseung following dr. park as she takes the seat beside you to check on the machinery. the liquid is cold as it touches your skin as your eyes catch heeseung who is looking at the exposed stomach where his unborn child is.
as the transducer spread around the gel on the stomach when you feel it pressed down, you looked at the screen across from you hanging on the ceiling as the doctor moved around, marking the size of your uterus. you heard her gasp as you turned to look at her warm smile that widens into a grin.
âcongratulations to you both!â she replied as she continued to move the transducer around, making you and heeseung realize that thereâs a fetus inside you, but not just one.
âTWINS?!â
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2. katana-like knife
heeseung gazes at the ultrasound he is holding with both hands, seeing the way the doctor has assigned twin 1 and twin 2 on the screen. the twins are in different sacs; he remembered what the doctor said, making them fraternal twins. she also says that not only you were ovulating when you two fuck, but you were releasing two different eggs around the same time and he got both of them pregnant.
he recalled both of you doing a hilarious staring contest as you couldnât stop yourself from making funny faces as the doctor described the growth of your twins. fucking heck, he hadnât told his friends that he was having twins. how his body trembles as the realization hits him while heâs looking at his babiesâyes, pluralâmakes him even want to be more attentive, to now realize that he had two to take care of. and those two make him know you have to adjust your diet once again.
if it werenât for him buying ingredients, he doesnât think you would adapt easily to what the babies need. heâs won on this occasion. but what comes next?
his phone vibrates on the table as he takes a glimpse of the text message showing on the lit-up screen.
(l/n) (y/n): iâm heading home for the weekend. my parents will definitely see that iâve been knocked up.
even he can see it as he had walked past you before on campus. youâre now wearing more oversized clothing piecesât-shirts, hoodies, cardigansâas he realized the slight bump on the surface of them. itâs been over two weeks since that check-up appointment and the growth has been faster than he expected.
(l/n) (y/n): not asking you to join me.
(l/n) (y/n): if you arenât brave enough to take the consequences, iâm fucking winning this :p
âthatâs itâ he shakes his head as he tugs the ultrasound picture into his wallet before putting it back in its place, hands opening the messages.
lee heeseung: threatening much. iâm in.
if you want to make this a competition, letâs make this a competition.
lee heeseung: hey mom. sorry for texting you randomly. but iâm going back home for the weekend.
all he had to do was wait, as he could hear the sound of his mom talking with your mom on the phone about how their children would be home together, asking to meet up.
and that moment goes exactly as he had expected as he drove the car with you in the passenger seat, leaning against the door as you both let the radio play boring-ass repeating pop songs from some random radio station. none of you seem to react, just to make each other annoyed enough to know who will concede and connect to bluetooth firstâeven not listening to good-ass music is a competition between you both.
you sighed extra loud as you listened to an old-ass pop song from the mid-2010s the radio seemed to have a lifetime contract for it to play for fucking ever. you wish you were the one driving now, but you didnât bring your car for this semester because it needed maintenance and you were in a healthier mood for this year. you catch a look at your phone, seeing your mom asking where you are right now as auntie lee has arrived at your homeâcooking up the food for all your family to enjoy.
âwhich one is your carâs bluetooth?â you gave up on hearing the radio station as you playfully checked every menu to find the bluetooth menu.
âthe brand of the car, duh,â he answered, still focusing on the highway as you remembered that itâs nearly a few exits away from the side of the town you and he grew up in. he took a glance at the bluetooth speaker as he sees,
ââmitskiâs brainchild personifiedâ? you liked her that much?â he actually snorted, making you see the name on your phone on the screen in the middle of the dashboard.
âshut the fuck up. sheâs my comfort musician, just like kaede from slam dunk is your comfort character.â the way your fingers lightly tap against your phone, makes him chuckle as he can hear you holding onto your emotion from not spilling through your words, not commenting on how you mentioned his liking for slam dunk as if you remember it so well, even if it also stuns him.
youâre playing a playlist of yours that is just⊠instrumentals. a perfect playlist to hear whilst commuting as you let yourself take a breather from this world. eyes gazing to the window outside as you rested your phone on your lap. the scent of heeseungâs cologne accustomed your memories as you let the music speak while you both remained quiet. maybe, because it is an instrumental track that you both couldnât comment on, that he canât take a jab at your music taste unless you put on mitski or boygenius, that it gives a soundtrack so vague it resembles the way you perceived your relationship to each. sure, you still hate him for everything he has done to you in the name of winning. but, with two babies on the way, the concept of the rivalry between you both is there yet so blurry. which one is a concrete rivalry? which one is the softer one? why should you trust what he gave to you? why did he join in to take care of them?
the car zooms fast on the highway, yet you can see slower cars on the outside of the highway and faster cars zooming past you on the other lane. itâs like what your dad had said beforeâ"you donât feel how fast life is until you look at other peopleâs lives"âand to think that you will be home in overtly large clothing to hide your bump to know that heâs going to be a granddad just concretes the idea of that in your mind. you turn your head to glance at the backseat, seeing the shopping bag you had prepared besides what heeseung also has for his family, who heâll meet at your house.
stepping out of the car, you stood at the carpool of your house filled with carsâother than yours and your parents inside the garageâwhen you watched your mom and heeseungâs mom walk out of the porch, barefooted, to greet you. the warmth of your momâs hug felt so overwhelming that you had to sink your emotions as you blamed your hormones for making you too sensitive.
the interior of the house feels so lively from the last time you went home during the semester break. maybe itâs because of the way your mom has another guest in the form of the lee family and the smell of the delicious you know both of your moms had made together with their aprons still on as they guide you inside. even as they walked to the kitchen, you could hear them whisper.
âsince when did (y/n) and heeseung arrive here together and in the same freaking car?â auntie lee asks.
â(y/n) didnât bring her car this semester so i guess she doesnât wanna waste any more money for transport.â mama answered.
both of your moms have always tried to make you close and youâve always tried to tone down your rivalry in front of them, effortlessly acting in front of them as nice friends when you give him a snide look behind their backs any chance you can get. your bickering can escalate so much that you will have a shouting match in the arcade as heeseung doesnât want to give up his time to play for you, making both of your moms force you to apologize to each other before that bickering returns at schoolâs classes where theyâre not there for you two to mediate. maybe thatâs why you donât perceive heeseung as an enemy. merely a rival; because your mom never talked bad about heeseung no matter what happened between the two of you and it seems that heeseungâs mom has also done the same to him.
the two shopping bags sit on the coffee table as you watch both of your dads talking about dad stuff. heeseungâs attention is on his phone as heâs typing something on the screen while you unconsciously rub your stomach hidden beneath your top, waiting for all of them to settle down around the coffee table as they want to open the shopping bags together.
âwhat did you bring me?â mama asks in a sing-song manner as heeseungâs mom giggles beside her. you stood beside heeseung with your hands behind you as the husbands looked at the similar-looking gift boxes in each of their wivesâ hands.
âdonât tell me. is it the jewelry i showed you those months ago, hee?â
ânah, itâs not. dadâs planning to buy that one for you.â
heeseungâs dadâs face turns into a scowl, seemingly angry as if his son has spoiled his plan while the boy just widens his smile before gazing back at his mom.
âwell, together?â mama asked to his mom.
âyeah, 3, 2⊠1!â
the box opens as youâre holding your breath, also holding back your smirk as you can view the way papaâs eyebrows crease as he canât believe what he is saying. heeseungâs mom was the first one to openly express her shock by literally jumping from her seat and box thrown towards his dadâs as he took a good stare at it, making you glance at him you actually won the bidding on who would be shocked first between the two.
âNO, FUCK- WAIT?!â his mom stares between the two of you before your mom jumps from her space to also gaze at you, holding onto the paper. giving him a nudge with your elbow. you didnât expect him to wrap his arm behind your shoulders.
âyeah⊠the babies are ours-â
âno fucking way!â your mom actually shouted as she hyperventilates while heeseungâs mom covers her mouth, contemplating on what to do when she felt her body being squished by her best friend, hugging her tight as they turn to hug each other while heeseungâs dad gives his box to your dad so he could see it clearly.
âsince when are you two together?â papa asked as you tried to let heeseungâs grip from your shoulder.
âuncle, we arenât together. we just hook up and-â
âWEâRE GOING TO BE IN-LAWS.â you can hear mama cheer as both of the women twirl around the small space, making you feel even more guilty for breaking the immersion as you stop budging away from heeseungâs hold. rolling your eyes, you stare at heeseung and lean in close to his ear, whispering.
âbad fucking ideaâŠâ
âat least theyâre happy, right? well, i won because of that.â
mama interrupts both of you as she gives you both an enormous hug while heeseungâs mom comes from behind. you could see the tears coming out of mamaâs eyes who rested her head against your shoulder.
âughh, too tight.â
âstop it, honey! (y/n) looks so uncomfortable.â papa reminded.
âoops, sorry!â your mom lets go of her hold as heeseungâs mom slotted between the two of you as she pushes in on the excess fabric of your clothes, making you grip both sides of your top and pull it backward so she can see your bump already showing.
âhi, baby!â
âitâs babies.â heeseungâs dad cuts in as his wife follows with, âthereâs two of them?â
âi swear to god.â heeseungâs old man brushes his face, unbelievable that his wife didnât see the two sacs from the ultrasound as you give your mom a nod, her hands carefully holding onto your waist.
âfraternal twins,â you confirmed to her as you watched another batch of fresh tears coming out of her eyes.
âhello, you two. youâre going to have the best mom ever.â
âand dad too.â heeseungâs mom replied as she moved to stand in front of you two, seeing his grown son seemingly glowing as she spoke of him being the best dad to his two unborn children.
âokay. i gotta have to make the red meat well done then.â mama cuts out as she hastily moves to the kitchen to cook back her meat-based meal, letting auntie lee replace her place as she caresses the bump gently.
âhow long has it been?â she asked as you opened your mouth to reply.
âwe did the ultrasound two weeks ago. so itâs week 12 now.â heeseung cuts you off as she gazes back at her son.
âwhat have you two already prepared?â
âwe gave a letter to the university for future parents and they agreed to let me take online classes entering 5 months because i only have three classes, one is that's doing a study case, and they let heeseung have parental leave if i give birth. i havenât found the right doula yet but my supervisor at the daycare has a connection to one and i think it will be her. she has given me the number so i just have to text her,â you answered.
âis it near campus?â she replied.
âyeah, because i donât want to graduate late. thatâs why i decided to stay near campus during it.â you have thoughts on if you should just take a break this semester to focus on your pregnancy or not multiple times by now. but, of course, the rivalry comes back as you still want to keep pace with heeseung and your friends who will be graduating next semester.
âyou should take a semester leave, (y/n).â heeseung cuts off your thought as you peek at him.
âiâve already got what i wanted from the uni and itâs fine, heeseung. i can keep up.â
âwell, you can, but what if you donât take care of the babies?â
âof course, i can take care of the babies-â
ânot by being stressed over college.â
âheeseung-â you turn your body towards him as you grip both of his upper arms, firm hands holding him as you stare down at him. âi know whatâs best for me. i know what my limits are. iâve trusted you enough with the food but you should also trust me to know how to take care of myself outside of nutrition.â
your teeth are grinding against each other as your fiery gaze stays on him, even as you let go of the grip. it stays for a few more seconds as you turn back to head to the dads who seem to be forgotten by the sofa, seeing papa teary-eyed as he hugs and kisses your head before you let heeseungâs dad hug you.
his mom turns towards him, cupping his cheek. âshe knows what sheâs doing, heeseung.â
âbut how should i know itâs right? cause thatâs not right for me. my friendâs mom said that a pregnant woman should focus on preparing herself for her birth and doing college doesnât seem to prepare her for that.â heeseung sighed as he looked at his mom, not expecting a slight hurt on her face.
âi was still doing my job when i was pregnant with you, heeseung. your dad trusted me for that cause he knows my limits, might be even more than i do. let her be and you might learn that she knows how to take care of herself, too.â her hand brushed away the fringe on his forehead, eyes glistening as she let out a small warm smile at him. the hurt falling away as heeseung sees her momâs signature smile of knowing before she brought him in his arms, hugging him tight as he glances at you who is giving him a small look with a tight-lip smile before you turn away to the dining room.
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heeseung stares at the glow-in-the-dark stars sticking on the ceiling. his back being stretched out on the floor as he laid on the comforter beside the single bed where youâre still playing with your phone. he remembered how he beggedâtrying to persuadeâhis parents to bring him home with them. but knowing that heâll only be staying for one night and you two are âtogetherâ, they decide for him to stay with you instead. you can see how his fuming breath was held as you glanced at him with an unidentifiable look at the dining table, his parents believing you would let him stay in your bed.
but he insists on lying down on the floor, knowing the history between the two of you they donât know, as you silently agree.
printed pictures still hang on one side of the room when he looks at them as long as the bedside lamp is still on. he remains silent, eyes tired from looking at his phone so much to distract him from his reality when he hears the rummaging movement on the mattress as you put the phone on the table.
âwell, night, heeseung.â the click of the lamp is big in the white-noised room as darkness envelops the space, letting in the moon and streetlights outside beam their shine inside. your eyes easily adjust to the surroundings as you puff your one-less pillows on the bed to find the right positionâknowing the ache of sleeping in the wrong position when you are carrying two fetuses inside you.
âsince when did you work in a daycare?â
the manâs words overcome your action as you brush the cover of the pillow.
âwhy do you wanna know?â you put the pillows in the right position as you lay your head and back against it.
âsince your mom proclaimed that youâll be the mom ever.â
heeseung is reminded of the way you look when your mom says that, a look of pride coming out of your eyes as you unconsciously nod knowingly. even if you and him are close by proximityâby being your momsâ children, by being schoolmates, by having roommates who stay in proximity with each otherâthereâs still something that you donât know about each other. because if the opposites know, they can use it as leverage to bring any of the two down.
âhad a few babysitting gigs during high school days. i started to like it more and decided when i go to hybe, iâve volunteered for a non-formal school for children and more. i decided to do a part-time job at a daycare and yeahâŠâ you replied, laying down by your side as if you could see heeseung beside you when he is, in fact, below you.
âit doesnât match with your major though.â heeseung gives a snide comment as you sigh loudly.
âso what if a business major canât connect with my passion for childcare- fuck me.â you stopped to remind yourself to stop taking the bait from heeseung because you know he was making these comments to break your confidence within yourself. you could discuss how making and taking care of a business could resemble making and taking care of a child, but with the way he had pissed you off today in more ways than one, you rather stick that thought to yourself and instead, take offense towards him.
âwhy did you wrap your arm around my shoulders?â
heeseung glances towards the bed, seeing your silhouette on the top forming a dark shadow because of your comforter shielding it.
âi had to. so they know the babies are ours,â he replied with the thought that first came to mind after he already had his arm behind youâblaming his underlying consciousness for doing that.
âand it makes them believe weâre together when weâre not. look at us now.â both of your arms stretch out of the comforter to tell him just how big the situation you got yourself into cause how many white lies must you tell your parents to hide that this is because of a hookup, not because you are romantically linked?
your staggered giggles drop as you try to glance downwards at him, the arm nearest to the floor left hanging as heeseung didnât comment on what you said. âwell, this just got more complicated.â
âour situation is complicated since the start, (y/n).â
âwell, i know who to blame for making our strings get more tangled with our parents cause fuck you, heeseung.â
he saw the lone middle finger standing tall from the silhouette of your figure before you picked yourself up and lay all your weight on the bed, turning the other side as heeseung followed; both of you staring at the opposites of the room, knowing that your bodies needed to rest so you can face each other again in the morning.
the time between that night and how you both lived after you went back to your own places near campus was a week when you texted him about the doula that you had told at your parentâs home. the car was left in neutral with the handbrake lifted as heeseung waited at the daycare where you work. his eyes gaze at the differing modes of transport each guardian is picking up the kids with before looking at the lobby as he sees you and another attendant saying goodbyes to the kids. he watches as a few of them hug you and even a few let their cheek rested against your growing bump before you take a glance forward at them who is going back to be with their parents, noticing his car for a few seconds before you return inside to take your items.
the backpack is hanging off your shoulders as you take another sliced fried potato from the container when you enter the passengerâs seat beside his driverâs one, resting your back against the seat with your bag there to support you. âhello! iâve sent you the address, right?â
he stares at you with his squinting eyes, âyou should not eat that.â
âitâs cravings, heeseung. itâs totally normal. the doula can count me on that.â you chew another fry as heeseung lets out a mumble under his breath as he moves the handbrake and puts the gear to drive, reeling the car forward as he drives you to the doulaâs office. both of your moms have suggested several doulas for you to choose from, but you reminded them youâre having twins. so having a doula who specializes in taking care of moms birthing multiples will be helpful as it is also your first time.
playfully, you fly a french fry like an airplane towards heeseung as he drives, like the usual time you try to feed kids at the daycare. it nudges against his lips a few times before he bit it, pulling it off your fingers; making you let out a chuckle cause he canât even resist it himself.
the parking lot was pretty barren as you only saw a few vehicles when you both walked out of the cars. you adjust the backpack once again on your back as the chime from the car tells you it is now locked as you enter the office building.
thanking the receptionist, you and he stood in front of the doulaâs office as you knocked the door.
the door opens as a soft-spoken woman says from the inside, âmiss (l/n)(y/n)?â
âyes, i am.â
âoh, come in. come in.â the door widened as heeseung could see the things inside the large office room. a desk in one corner and a cabinet stood behind it. accolades and certifications by the desk with a sofa on the corner beside the door. a box of what seems to be baby toys beside the sofa as posters are hanging on the wall. from the anatomical look of a baby inside their momâs uterus to words of encouragement towards mothers.
âiâm haseul. nice to meet you.â the woman shook your hand as she then glanced at heeseung who was still wandering around.
âoh, uh, this is heeseung, the babiesâ daddy.â you refer to his name as he looks at the lady, shaking her hand as she looks between the two of you.
âso, both of you arenât married or dating-â
âno, weâre childhood friends and hooked up, and this happened.â heeseung blurts out as you raised your eyebrows, poking your tongue in the cheek. haseul nodded her head as she let both of you sit down in front of the desk.
âfirst, congratulations on the twins. you must be nervous to find that out.â
âof course, especially as a first-time mom. but, iâm feeling pretty okay.â
âthatâs good, iâve also sent you the questionnaire for you to fill on your plan for giving birthâŠâ haseulâs voice traces out as heeseung glances at the portrait frame of her holding onto a baby with a mom, a glance at the book about post-partum, and a baby doll on top of the cabinet right in front of a corner window. he could only catch onto some words he recognized from jeongin telling himâbirth, dilation, cramps, anesthesia, cesareanâas he sensed himself getting overwhelmed, especially when he had the second preliminary match in two days and his gig in being the documentation for a baseball match for hybe uni too.
his thumbs caressed his fingertips as he sensed the sweat forming on his palm, the same feeling he has every time he has to go to match. to then realize just how ready you seem by how eloquently you say the words for your requests to the doula like youâve grown up much more than he is even though both of you are the same age. sure, he felt the leverage the first time when he sent you food and a few tips he makes beomgyu do; but his knowledge couldnât compete with yours and it scares him to know he is losing his stance from above you. to know that youâre much more ready than him.
âheeseungâŠâ he heard someone calling for him, before something wrapped around his wrist, taken aback to see you brought him back to the room he was in.
âsorry⊠what did you say?â heeseung replied as haseul gave him a warm smile.
âiâve heard from (y/n) that you have known some knowledge of pregnancies but i could give you some sources to read because it is your first time as a dad as well.â the woman said to him calmly, looking at heeseung as if she can read his body language. your hold on his wrist stays as you rub the inside of his wrist with your thumb. âwe have also discussed that (y/n) will try the normal route with water birth and if she canât handle it, sheâll be going with cesarean. we could also do an appointment every two weeks as both of you are students now, but it is best if you come so you can understand each process as she is entering the second trimester.â
âi understand. iâll try my best to set my schedule so i can join her.â heeseung glanced at you, who was giving a nod before you let go of your hold as he seemed to be anchored back in the room. the woman gives a small smile as she starts a lecture on the process of pregnancy, childhood, and parenthood. another class that heeseung doesnât want to get in the first place, but knowing his determination to be the best dad everâas what his mom believes him to beâhe follows along with writing notes in his book as you have with your laptop. the class that he has to pass so he can take care of his children as best as he can.
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even with the music booming from around his space, heeseung still felt like something was different. his eyes rested on the plastic-colored cup filled with a concoction of alcohol he didnât knowâhe could taste the gin and what seemed to be fanta in it. the sigma muâs frat house lits up in motion as he eyes the way the expensive big-ass speakers are scattered around the room, gazing at the familiar faces of his peers and juniors he has seen while walking around campus.
something stirs within him as he eyes his friends who are hereâbeomgyu who is by the speaker as he talks with the dj, jimin with his dance crew friends, jeongin with his class friend, while heeseung sits with sunoo and sunghoon on either side of him. thatâs when he caught onto the silhouette of some familiar faces every time he comes across a certain person; every time he comes across you.
âexcuse me, gang.â heeseung would like to thank himself for being able to stand up so stable even with the nearly empty cup, excusing himself from his basketball teammates to walk towards the frat boys of sigma mu to find the vp and his girlfriend by his side.
âwinterâŠâ he calls with the nickname he heard you and others call her before as said girl turns towards him with her boyfriendâs arm still behind the sofa.
âlee heeseung.â she spoke out with a grin on her face, âwhat makes you come in front of us?â
âi was wondering,â âfuck itâ heeseung drinks up the whole liquid that remains inside the cup, hoping that his alcohol tolerance still be able to support him to be stable, âhas (y/n) ever talked to you about a doula check-up or some other thing?â
âshe shouldâve told me if thereâs gonna be a checkup but i donât think there is one nearest from now.â minjeong replies as she lets sungchan take care of her drink so she can comfortably talk to the boy in front of them.
âah, really?â
âyeah!â minjeong replied before giving another smile. thatâs when someone crashes to wrap their arms around minjeong and sungchan, making the two jump as they turn to see ryujinâs head between both of them before giving minjeong a peck on the temple.
âhey, (y/n)âs baby daddy. whatchu up to?â
heeseung chuckles as he looks between the two girlsââno wonder you have them as your friends, all of them are similar after allââbefore he opens his mouth.
âjust checking whatâs (y/n) up to-â
âwell, sheâs not here. for your information.â ryujin lets out a smirk, âyou must really wanna talk to her about something.â
âa doula appointment.â sungchan replied, âand you know how (y/n) is aboutâŠâ the boy glances at, âhim.â
heeseungâs teeth grit against each other as he senses they are hiding something from him. maybe because of your doing so you can prove to everyone that he isnât as committed to his children as he spoke about.
âyou and minjeong arenât home, so i presume (y/n) is with chaer-â
âsomeoneâs calling my name?â
heeseung sighs as he turns towards the voice of chaeryeong who is holding two cups of drinks as she gives one to ryujin.
âheâs asking about (y/n).â minjeong nods toward chaeryeong when she lets out a small ah before turning her head to stare at heeseung.
âsince chan here invited all four of us at the frat party, she really wanted to be here but, of course, cause sheâs preggo with YOUR children, she couldnât. but all of us went out of the apartment together and she was holding a duffle bag of some sort.â
âwhere is she going?â heeseung doesnât hesitate to ask, making your three friends look at each other and giggle.
âyou seem desperate enough. sheâs at the park near our apartment complex. she complained about needing a light workout because of how much her back is hurting.â ryujin said as heeseung could picture the park, knowing where you lived because he had picked you up for your trip back home for the weekend.
âokay, thanks all of you.â heeseung places the cup on the table beside the sofa where minjeong sits and turns away, letting the sense of fresh air flowing inside the frat house guide him to the nearest exit as he arrived on the pavement, feeling the stuffiness inside him getting lighter as he gave a text in his group chat heâll be leaving early.
the walk there was pleasant, to say the least, because the suburban town the campus is in is pretty sparse compared to the city where heeseung and you live. there is enough place for it to be called a big town but not enough skyscrapers to be called a metropolis. and with the inconsiderable amount of apartment complexes available near campus, he already pinpointed the park where you might be.
crossing the black-and-white stripes, he arrived at one of the entrances of the park where he still could see a few people doing their activities insideânight jogging, playing chess under the streetlights, and a couple who was on a date. he was reminded of what ryujin said about how you might need exercise, but the duffle bag says to him you might stay in one place rather than walking around the park as the main event of your exercise time.
heeseungâs feet instantly brought him to the place that he had gone before in this park as it is the same park near where sunghoon, jay, and jake liveâmaybe they live in the same complex as you doâwhen he finds the silhouette lightly jog behind the trees from the path he is on. the sound of rubber meeting the concrete slaps across the nightâs atmosphere as he sees you in the middle of the basketball court, wearing a sweatshirt where he could see the bump pushing against the fabric. the basketball bouncing between your palm and the ground creates the familiar sound as you jog toward the ring and shoot your shot. the ball hits the backboard enough that it bounces into the basket.
âfuck yesâŠâ you exclaimed as you grabbed the bouncing ball into your hand, heaving as you brushed the sweat of your skin right underneath the spotlight shining on the court.
thatâs when you pick up the scraping on the concrete and clap when you turn around to look at the last person you want to see tonight.
âyou still got it,â heeseung commented, making you scoff as you took a few steps back so you stood adjacent to the free throw circle. holding up the basketball between your hands as you tried to remember the position before pushing towards the ring. the basketball curves as it hits the edge of the box instead.
âdammit!â
âyou spun your ball,â heeseung replies as the ball flies into his arm, naturally guiding it into a dribble as he walks towards you.
âi didnât.â
âyour wrist was twisted and it makes your hand doesnât flop straight towards the ring.â he walks towards your side as he shows you the way to hold it, making you glance at the arm muscles that form from holding the ball so much as he throws the ball, creating a perfect arch that it bounces on the back of the rim before it flies and the basket catches its fall. your body immediately reaches for it before heeseung can as you return to your spot whilst dribbling alternating between left and right.
âi know.â you lightly roll your eyes as you grab onto the basketball once again, wiping your sweat palm against your sweatshirt before you feel the right grip as you return to your position, reminding yourself to let the ball fly and not twist your ball before you threw it.
you heard a click of the tongue as you saw a pair of hands reaching to hold yours, making your hand move to the position as you picked up heeseungâs breath beside your ear. startled, your shoulder nudges against his chest as you hear a small âackâ before you throw the basketball, seeing it twirl in the air. you can hear heeseung saying âi told you so.â before it bounces against the backboard, but you are ready as you stride towards it to grab the ball before heeseung catches it and you quickly do a layup, gliding the ball as it bounces right at the small box above the rim as it bounces inside. you turn your body to face him, head tilted with a smug smile as the ball bounces before it rolls to heeseungâs feet.
but the smile falls as you see heeseung who is in his element, walking back to the three-point line and shooting his shot as the ball, once again, creates a perfect arc. the basket catches it into its net as heeseung walks towards the center of the court with a wide grin on his face. the ball bounces near you as you hold it and dribble once more, glancing at it, the court, and heeseung once again as you shake your head, scolding yourself to take things slow for your and your babiesâ sake. the sudden epiphany makes your eyelids flutter as you dribble away at a steady walking pace around the court.
your footsteps are met with another as heeseungâs legs stride towards you, a smirk on his face showing as he replies, âthatâs why you were put in the point guard position.â
âhmmâŠâ your reply is small as you continue to dribble away the basketball, making you and he walk around the court together before he cuts through the silence.
âwhy did you stop playing basketball in high school?â
your body stood still as you let your muscle memory do your job of dribbling the ball, shifting your head towards his even if you look away.
âyou were, well, it seems to be still are, good at it,â he added.
the memories of your first year in high school from the extracurricular showcase come back as you are already determined to stop playing basketball, focusing on doing something else that you were interested in.
âi got tired of it,â you replied, but heeseung seemed to notice that it was not all the truth.
âandâŠâ
the ball stops bouncing as you hold it against you, wrapping your arm across your front along with the ball as you glare at him and reply, âyou.â
âme?â
âyeah, you. i stopped playing because of you.â you turn around and set your eyes on the bench where your bag is. your water bottle calling for you so you can hydrate yourself as you give in.
âreally, huh? wow, that was another victory i didnât expect-â
âfucking hell, heeseung. thatâs why- this-â you gulped down your saliva, âwhat you become because of it is why i stop. i know our moms are outstanding basketball players at their time and weâve gotten the signal to be like them but-â you hold back as you throw the bottle inside the bag, holding yourself down as your hands form fists.
basketball has always been a large part of your life before you were even born. your mom and heeseungâs met because of their love of basketball as they became skilled players together. your mom and dad meet up because of basketball. you still remember the amount of pictures of your parents in their high school days in their basketball jerseys in the photo albums. even if they donât pursue it professionally, it still becomes a large part of their life as it also spills onto you.
with the amount of time you have interacted with childrenâas it makes you see your own experience as a child in a different viewâmany of them like to mimic what their parents do before they form their own sense of self. you can see it with the way one child at the daycare is always playing doctor with dolls, figures, and plushies because one of their parents is a doctor. you were like that. youâve heard and seen just how impactful basketball is to your mom that you want to be just like her, making you join the teams during your elementary and middle schools.
to see and feel the influence of your rival during practice and tournaments around you was overwhelming.
the tug-of-war between the basketball in between both of your hands is just the beginning of what kinds of rivalry you and him have during practice. even if your coaches assigned you to the same team, you or he, depending on who is first, will reach out to the coach to be put into the other team. even if you two had to practice together, hidden aggression is flying to the roof, which includes passing the ball so hard that it had even made your nose bleed. as time goes on and the many matches you and he have to compete in as you two have to watch each other to âencourageâ each otherâs team, you had notice the way you fell out of love of basketball because of how there are more bad memories associated with it even if you were being trusted as a captain for one season and scoring many buzzer beaters to let your team and school win the tournament.
âyouâve become so much better with it as i lost interest. i still remember when the coach brought me to the nurseâs office cause you passed the ball so hard that it hit my face. in the middle of practice for the last season in middle school, thatâs when i knewâŠâ you take steps closer as you now stand in front of him.
âi knew iâm in a losing battle against you.â
your muscles twitched as you wanted to let out a smirk when you noticed the hidden expression heeseung failed to hide, the little shock he had gotten to show. yet, the emotion that is enveloping you held it down, as you now had to tell him the truth. why your rivalry seemed to expand outside of the scope that both of you are in.
âthatâs why i quit basketball. thatâs why i decide to pursue my own path even with you tailing behind me to comment on my every move. because i am sick of you. yet, i held back. i had to retaliate, just like what i did on that fucking playground when we were 5. cause iâm not afraid of you even though i know iâll lost in the end.â you chew the inside of your cheeks as heeseung seems to read your face while letting his brain figure out what you meant.
âthatâs why i wanted a fucking truce.â
with the way your facial muscles contort, it hurts you more and more as you feel the tears of pain forming, harboring the feelings you have felt for nearly two decades now. with your hand raised, you wiped the small drop of tear as you let out a huge breath, feeling just a bit of the weight in your rivalry falls offâright along with you.
as you let your body sit on the concrete ground, you push yourself back slowly as you settle and lay on it. heeseungâs conflicted face peeking from your vision while youâre trying to blur it out by focusing on the night sky. though the light pollution is still around you, you can still see tiny specks of stars behind the shadow of clouds of the night. stretching your back on the ground as you let your backbone rest after trying to make you stand upright while carrying two growing fetuses.
eyelids close, you let nature take control in calming your emotions and let heeseung process the information himself. the first time you truly open up yourself behind the mask of your personaâmaybe when he stays the night in your childhood room is one as you recall your feet resting against his sleeping figure, contemplating if you want to wake him up or not before gazing at the dusting basketball that you decide to bring back to your apartment after papa helps in blowing more air so it doesnât sag too much.
the sound of rustling leaves seems to be louder as you rest still, hearing a muffled thump beside you as you open your eyes, looking at your feet to then find another pair lying down right beside yours.
âyouâre the one that was throwing a fit and ruining my toy truck after i apologized.â you sighed as you took a peek to see heeseungâs head turning towards you, asserting dominance once again before looking back. you knew that if you replied with the same vibe to assert your own dominance, it would actually break you apart faster than the rate that you are now. however, you have one question that will be the right one to ask him about.
âdid you mean that?â
ââmeanâ what?â
âthe apology? did you mean that? cause i want you to look at it from my eyes, lee.â
heeseung traces back to that memory when he sees you teary-eyed face and his mom beside him, the boys he was playing with snickering on the side as they saw him getting in trouble with his then-friend. the âsorryâ mumbled out of him with his eyes on you but mind on the boys, who seemed to not snicker at him, but at you for being a pissy fit. but, deep down, he knewâŠ
âi meant it.â his reply makes you turn your head, mirroring his form as you let out a slight pout.
âwith that smile you were giving? hell no-â you rolled your eyes.
âi genuinely meant it. the boys that were there, they were behind you and they were laughing at us. i had to juggle facing you and them. i had to look fierce yet still can give you an apology. maybe thatâs why you see the smirk that you see. i was a fucking child, (y/n). weâre not as good as we are not in hiding complicated emotions to only let out one.â
your chest rises and falls as you see the apology smirk in a different light. you donât know if you should easily believe that or not, but after taking it into consideration, you could feel a small part of your inner child healing up before you realize the damage that you also have done to him.
âif it is genuine; iâm sorry, then. about the truck. you know how i felt now and why i did that.â you return to look at the sky once again as you hear the rustle beside you before peeking at heeseung who is also staring into the night, listening to him humming before you return to gaze back again.
âwhat would happen if i actually have the emotional intelligence to know that you were sincere that day?â your words cut off the silence as you felt the guilt pouring for it to be transformed into humor that was reciprocated well by heeseungâs chuckles.
âwell, we wouldnât have these two.â he playfully poked your belly, making you let out a small shriek before holding onto his wrist as you held his hand down between the two of you and you pivoted your head to see him.
âin all seriousness, i think we might have been the friends our moms see us to be because let me tell you, they see us differently than what we are having.â his words are replied with a hum as you added,
âi notice that too. glad we can be more civil in front of them.â
âwe still could, you know.â
with the way you didnât hold on to his wrist tightly, you felt the limb moving under your touch before his palm rested underneath your own. the wind blows against your sweaty top as it gives you shivers from the cold, hoping that your own temperature and a lifeline can help warm it up. and you can feel it warmer as you see heeseung pivot to mirror you. his fingers slid between yours as if he knew the little shivered breath you led out.
âhave each otherâs backs. emulate what they want.â
your eyes are galloping to the way the spotlight shines half of his as the other one is cast in shadows from facing the concrete. you could smell a faint scent of alcohol on him but with the life in his eyes, you knew he wasnât drunk. the way his eyes are also peering with slight twitches as before connecting with your gaze.
pushing one side of your upper body, you cup onto heeseungâs cheek as he leans up to connect your lips. your shoulder is pushing down against the ground as heeseungâs grip on your hand tightens, making it steady as you can hear his muffled hum from your kiss. your fingers curl to hold yourself up better before you feel his other hand reach for your waist and push you down so you both lay on the side.
both of you take turns to take a breath as you sense the tip of his nose brushing against yours. every time you let out a breath, the otherâs lips linger before connecting once. your legs curled as you felt the ticklish sensation surging through your nerves before heeseung pushed your lower back so it could stay for one last long kiss before he pulled away. your noses touch each other as you feel his hand on your waist trails to your bump, pressing it down gently as you lean back to see him looking down at the body he is holding. then, his eyes flick back to you as he can sense you slip away, turning yourself away from him as you push yourself up with your arms.
grabbing the lone basketball and putting it in the duffle bag, you zip it up and shift to find heeseung now upright, yet still with his legs stretched out on the ground.
âbaby steps, heeseung.â you pull away before giving a small salute.
âbaby steps.â
your voice echoes as heeseung watches you walk away, biting his bottom lip before a chuckle falls out of him as he knows he had to text you back his question about the appointment, knowing that you will reply to him.
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beomgyu breathed out as the elevator opened up to the now familiar hallway, holding onto the box that he had still had to bring even if heeseung already told him heâll do the next one himself because of what he told him. the box held fresh ingredients that jeongin also pinpointâcourtesy of his doctor momâon what you should eat, considering now that there are two of them inside you. beomgyu couldnât help but feel melancholic knowing that this was the last time heâd probably visit your apartment complex as⊠wellâŠ
but, other than bringing you todayâs box, beomgyu is here to pick you up for the doula appointment as heeseung will follow suit after practice. even his bandmates are weirded out as to why he has to do the errands, but knowing that theyâre in the process of rest mode whilst preparing to create new music and focusing on academics, he allows it, especially with how long he has been best friends with the guy.
he huffs as he positions the box again against his upper body, sliding his pointer finger to the bell as he picks up the familiar bell sounding in the room. but it seems like thereâs no one inside. heâs glad that he remembers the pin ryujin has given him as he pushes inside the door to see the clean empty living room of the apartment he has been in countless times when he had to put the box in himself. pushing off his shoes, he walks to the kitchen and places the box on the island counter before rushing towards the intercom to turn off the bell.
thatâs when he heard the noise of something familiar.
a guitar strumming sound of chords and the changes he recognized.
beomgyu took tiny steps towards one of the ajar doors in the hallway as the realization of the familiar sound widened his eyes. of course it was familiar to him, it was his song.
the nearly acoustic rendition of âskipping stonesâ with a familiar voice he had heard makes him peek through the door to find you sitting cross-legged on your bed, holding a nearly all-white guitar as you strum while having headphones on your head, singing the daylights out as your window lets the stream of lights in through the window. he lets you sing as he can see you glowâjeongin had mentioned to him that pregnant women have this whole glow on them. maybe thatâs what he was seeing in you. the way your fingers glide against the fretboard with your eyes on it or close as you sing the lyrics makes beomgyu mesmerized.
the last ring of strings strummed is heard from your rumble speaker when you notice clapping from outside of your headphones, making you look up to find beomgyu behind your slightly open door. his clapping turns to hollering as lets out a wide thin smile before looking away; you donât want him to see you flustered. that is when you realize why youâre here.
âoh fuck, the doula appointment.â
âyeah!â beomgyu replies outside as you quickly tidy the guitar up into your case and you step into your wardrobe to grab some more clothes that are much more appropriate for your appointment.
âsorry, about that. beom.â
ânah, no worries. i can wait.â
âthanks!â you close the door as you quickly change your clothes, deciding for a flowy blouse with a rubber-banded culotte, needing to remind yourself to buy maternity clothes because you are slowly running out of clothes that fit you. you wore a bit of sunscreen as you got a message from mama telling you to embrace the pregnancy glow your friends seemed to notice is exuding out of you as youâre in the second trimester. wearing the eau du toilette that doesnât make you as dizzyâunlike perfumeâyou open the door to see beomgyu leaning against the wall where it hangs a frame of you and your roommates in photo booths.
âyou ready?â he held his hand out as you nodded, you put your hands out before beomgyu grabbed the strap of the bag from your hold, startling you before you returned to your usual state. if your face isnât warm enough, itâs now warmer from the embarrassment.
the walk down to his car is silent as he helps with buckling the seatbelt to the side. seeing how much your stomach is rested underneath the strap makes him giggle as you recognize the smell of pot from beomgyuâs very appropriate old sedan car.
âhopefully you arenât high while driving me.â you give a cheeky grin.
âof course not. heeseung will actually kill me if he finds that i dui with you.â
beomgyu twists the key of the ignition as the car turns onâyes, thatâs how old his car isâas the sound of a loud rock song plays from the rock fm you recognized. his hand reaches for the button as you react,
âno need. iâm okay with it.â
he hums as he reaches for the volume to turn the sound down, not letting the rattling of the sound in the interior startle you as he pulls the car out of the parking space and into the road.
âcan you check the quickest route to the office?â beomgyu said as he brushed his wolf-cut hair.
âof course.â you lean back against the leather seat as you open the map app on your phone, telling beomgyu the roads to the doulaâs office. the song has changed to a familiar song by tom petty playing as you notice how beomgyu glances at you.
âwhat?â you called out with a few chuckles.
âi didnât expect you to like my song, well txtâs song.â his reply is met with your own giggle as you lean back.
âeven if i hate heeseung. that doesnât mean i have to hate his friends, you know?â
your eyebrow is raised as he gives another quick look before focusing on the road, âif you donât believe me, iâve been a fan of band your band since, like, sophomore year when you formed.â
âwhy? i really wanna hear from a fan's perspective.â
your giggle warms his heart as you answered, âi just relate to it, ya hear? a band that talks about the hardships of finding oneself and the struggle of growing but in a more intelligible way other, especially âskipping stonesâ from your newest album.â
both of beomgyuâs hands are on the steering wheel as you feel the brake of the car before turning to the curb of where the office is, parking nearest to the entrance as the car stops and he pulls the hand brake. both of you sitting inside as you waited for heeseung to arrive in a few minutes from the last time he texted you.
âwhy âskipping stonesâ specifically?â
âhmmâŠâ you suppressed the grin that is threatening to go out before replying with, âinterpreting self-struggle with the idea of skipping stone is⊠in it of itself, very poignant. to correlate the body of water with your own and the stones youâre throwing as the struggle youâre facing.â you let out a huge sigh, âi donât know- itâs something i understand, especially if someone else is doing the skipping stone to you, feeling that emotion sinking into you, replacing the waterâs placeâŠâ
you glanced at beomgyu who was definitely staring at you, his hands on his lap as he let out a solemn smile, agreeing with what you said. you quietly nod and take a sharp intake, trying to find the right words to cut the rising awkwardness between the two of you, âother than that, the freaking dissonance on the harmony is so good. it gives a sense of unbalanced buoyancy as if youâre a leaf floating on the water and the skipping stone makes it unstable. great job on that.â
âthanks!â
âof course.â you nearly slapped yourself for leaning closer to the middle console, but beomgyu seemed to not react as much when you felt a bit of your finger touching his. âcanât wait for the next release. no pressure.â
the corner of beomgyuâs lips rose as he giggled, a boyish grin on his face before his expression changed, âdonât worry, me and the band wonât let the fans down.â he replied as you leaned back, head nodding. thatâs when you hear the rumbling of the car right beside yours as you see the appearance of heeseungâs newer model car.
âgotta go. thank you so much for bringing me here,â you said as beomgyu helped pick your bag up from the backseat.
âof course, (y/n). gotta have to thank heeseung for letting me do so, but heyâŠâ you felt his hand reaching and now touching your wrist, making you turn your body while nearly opening the door.
âi've known you since high school but we never hang out together cause of heeseung. maybe we could hang out, with your girls and my guys? if heeseung is already melting his ice down then i think thatâs okay for us and our friends to hang out. itâs up to you, though.â
you suppress an amused smile as you think about it. thinking about how long have you been crushing on the boy in front of you and how you wanna shake heeseung a thank you for letting him do the errands, maybe even to your noise-canceling headphones that make him notice just how much you like him- no, his band. yeah.
âiâll think about it. heeseung and i donât have a formal truce yet but based on what we talked about last time, maybe it could work.â
âsweet-â
you heard a knocking on the door before you turned around to catch heeseungâs silhouette behind the glass window.
âiâll talk to the girls so we can arrange a time.â
âme too with the guys.â
âokay, bye beomgyu.â the car door unlocks as you nuzzle the door open while hearing beomgyuâs own âbyeâ from the driverâs seat. heeseung helps to hold the door as you step out.
âthanks for her ride, gyu.â
âdonât mention it, hee. we might even have to ride with her often.â beomgyu said right as the door that heeseung held closed. the engine turns on as the car drives off the parking. you stand right beside heeseung as he looks at you, who still has a lingering smile on your face.
âwhy are you smiling, (y/n)?â
he lightly nudges your palm with his as you turn your head to him.
âyouâll see, hee.â as you took off towards the office, leaving heeseung once again alone as he then followed you.
part 2
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thinking about teen satosugu who miss you a lot when you go on long missions.
itâs kinda funny, actually, how the strongest duo of jujutsu sorcerers act in your absence. unfortunately, solo missions arenât uncommon for the three of you, and long missions are especially dreadful.
especially when you are the one assigned to go on the long mission by yourself.
the two are subtly closer on the days before you have to leave. whether you notice it or not, you donât comment on the amount of times gojo has thrown an arm over your shoulders or how often your fingers brush against getoâs since heâs standing so close.
and when you finally depart from jujutsu high, you bet theyâre blowing up your phone with random texts of asking about your wellbeing, how the mission was going, etc.
back in the quarters of the school, gojo and geto are miserable. donât get me wrong, on the first couple of days theyâre fine. but come around the third or fourth day without you there, they resort to borrowing your things.
so what if gojo has one of your shirts? he just forgot to do his laundry. and maybe geto took a bottle of your shampoo. he coincidentally ran out of his!
but on one particular solo mission, youâre gone for two weeks. thatâs the longest theyâve ever went without seeing youâshoko, their junior classmates, and even yaga himself, were starting to get concerned for them.
by the end of the first week theyâre convinced that gojo is going to start firing off blues left ân right, and geto might summon the rainbow dragon at every little inconvenience.
one night, the lack of you gets so unbearable that gojo finds himself tiptoeing down the halls, his feet leading him to your dorm.
when he opens it, heâs greeted with the sight of suguru already inside, frozen as he looks at satoru like a deer in headlights.
âsatoru?â
âsuguru?â
gojo blinks owlishly, confused. geto looks to be in a similar state as him, restless like he couldnât sleep. âwhat are you doing in their room?â
âi could ask you the same thing,â suguru shoots back.
ââŠi forgot something.â
a blatant lie, and they both know it.
when suguru gives him a pointed, unconvinced look, satoru holds his hands up with a sigh, âokay, fine, fine. i was..â
âmissing them?â suguru fills in, his head tilting and bangs falling over his eyes messily, and satoru has the strong urge to brush them to the side.
instead, he nods and closes the door behind him. as if in silent agreement, they both approach your dorm bed. they share a knowing glance before climbing in.
itâs a hilarious struggle at firstâtheyâre unbelievably tall and the dorm beds arenât built to hold two muscular teenagers over six feet.
âmove.â
âno, you move, my arm was there first.â
âyouâre going to elbow me!â
âdonât make me kick you off the bed!â
it doesnât matter, âcause eventually they end up cuddling some time throughout the night, whether it was intentional or not. a warm bundle of entangled limbs with your scent clinging onto the blanket and pillows.
and it then becomes a routine with you gone. they meet in your dorm during the dead of night to seek comfort in each other and your thingsâmainly your bed.
when you finally return from your mission, theyâre back to normal if anything, praising your efforts and welcoming you back to jujutsu high like they didnât spend most of the time wallowing after your departure.
so when youâre assigned another solo mission, just imagine your surprise when you return early for once, only to find the pair of boys snuggling underneath your blanket.
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18+ MDNI, fem!reader // cw: first kiss, dry humping, premature ejaculation, established relationship, virgin!yuuji, crack ending â i couldnât help myself, lol.
wc: 1.5k
the first time you kiss yuuji, he blushes so hard that even his lips feel hot to the touch.
the sudden rush of blood that overcomes his face makes them puffy and almost kind of swollen; itâs very pleasant to kiss him because of it. whenever you open your eyes just to sneak a quick peek at him, the deep rosy colour only turns more and more prominent with every kiss.
they part rather quickly when you gather the courage to push further and press your tongue against his bottom lip, hopefully hinting well enough that you want to deepen the kiss. and youâre in luck; yuuji is eager to grant you your wish! the way his hands tighten their already somewhat tenacious grip around your hips so that he can pull you closer tells you so.
so you sit on his lap; chest to chest, arms wrapped around his neck, both of you feeling safe and secure in the darkness to surround you. you canât see him all that well â the only way you were able to notice the colour of his lips and the blush that still steadily tints his cheeks and neck was because your phone had lit up with a notification, which you had promptly decided to ignore in favour of making out with your new boyfriend.
and your new boyfriend tastes impeccably sweet, youâll give him that. like bubblegum thatâs as pink as his hair and the one youâre currently swapping between your panting mouths every so often because he forgot to spit it out before you had started making your move. it makes his saliva taste sugary. it makes your taste buds overstimulated.
you groan into his mouth at the flavour and his entire body goes entirely stiff at the sound. he pulls back with a pop sounding out, the film of sweet drool causing your mouths to feel sticky as you part. it stretches in the small space of emptiness between your faces, a thin silvery string that glimmers in the small light of your phone screen when it lights up for a second time. your friends are so curious and nosy about him, arenât they?
speaking of curiosity: yuuji looks at you with that exact emotion riddling his features, dark pupils steadily growing in the darkness of the room. his eyes are so big and his heart is pounding â you swear that its rhythm is rattling against your chest now. even concealed in shadows, you can tell that heâs looking at you like a deer caught in flashing headlights.
âwhatâs wrong?â you murmur, voice breathless, teeth chewing on the gum thatâs since lost its flavour. itâs like heâs sucked the air straight out of your lungs with the kisses, you can barely talk. âdid i do something you didnât likeâŠ?â
ân-no, i liked it; i liked it a lot! i justââ he starts quickly, almost spluttering to get the words out as fast as he can, however the small gasp that slips out of you when a certain kind of hardness pokes against your underwear then instantly breaks his sentence into nothing.
youâre in a little skirt, heâs got sweatpants on. warmth pools between your legs at the way the ridge of his cock presses between your folds now, making your pussy practically eat up your underwear. youâve got so many layers of clothes separating you from him, well at least he does, but you can feel the pressure, the warmth, the thickness as it grows, grows, grows.
goodness, his cock is big, isnât it?
some kind of daze overcomes your mind at the realization, urging your hips to seemingly roll all on their own. itâs been a while since you got any so itâs no wonder that instinct takes over in a blink of an eye. you succumb to it completely with zero shame, and the grunt yuuji lets out in response to your ministrations doesnât sound anything like him. itâs so deep and dark and male-like, coming from the very back of his throat, that it makes your skin feel way too tight all of a sudden.
he wants to ask you what youâre doing, what youâre planning on doing, but he finds himself incapable of forming a word, much less a full sentence. everything feels so good, so overwhelming and raw. all he can muster is a pathetic little gasp â similar to the one you had let out just a moment prior discovering how hot and bothered your kisses have actually made him. your pussy just feels so fucking soft, after all; he can tell how soft it is even with his sweatpants on.
his breath hitches in his throat when you readjust and really press on the boner that keeps on pushing up against the thick cotton so stubbornly now, sitting on it properly this time despite the fact that thereâs no skin to skin contact yet. your fingers run through his hair, nails dragging along the back of his head as you do so, and your warm exhales tickle his face. youâre so close that your tits are pressing against his chest, dulling the nervous bouncing of his heart.
heâs melted into putty that you play with and knead with your greedy, grabby little hands. you kiss him again, teeth painfully clicking because of the eagerness, and his lips are so tender, practically red by now â for fuckâs sake, has his face always felt so fucking hot?
your palms slide down, blatant excitement overcoming your mind at the sight and feel of him, at all the noise heâs making, at the feeling of that goddamn monster that heâs been hiding from you in his sweatpants for all this time. they move along the sides of his neck, over his broad shoulders, down his firm chest. you fist his t-shirt as you kiss him even deeper than you did before, angling your head to the side as much as youâre able so that you can really taste the inside of his mouth and glide your tongue across his pretty teeth. back and forth the flat, pearly-white surfaces.
meanwhile, yuuji is holding you like youâre his only chance of survival; squeezing you so hard that it makes your bones ache. heâs so much stronger than he realizes, the way his fingers keep digging into you, desperately trying to make sure that youâre actually real, is uncomfortable, however you still continue to grind yourself against him like a dog.
your pace is quickening with every swing of your hips against his own, your pulse is skyrocketing, adrenaline rising, heart going absolutely fucking wild. your skirt rustles as it rises up your thighs, exposing more skin, making him touch every inch thatâs out in the open. the friction is good, not nearly enough to make you cum, but if you can keep it like this for long enough, maybe, just maybe youâllâ
the sudden moan that rips out of yuujiâs throat is as vulnerable as much as it is slutty. he might be a virgin â or that is what heâs told you at least â but he sure sounds like a fucked out whore when the pleasure ripples through him in one great, unstoppable wave and sinks his thoughts into the murky depths below. he doesnât even stand a chance when it comes to taming it or holding it off.
his hips jerk upwards and the muscle in his jaw flutters as he cums; you can feel it dance under the tips of your fingers when you caress his face in attempt to soothe him. his skin has gotten so slick with sweat in these past few minutes that they practically glide along the edge as he breathes heavily. you can even taste the salt that youâve kissed off his cupidâs bow earlier.
it all happened so fast.
âyuuji?â you say his name quietly at some point, your voice a mere whisper. a smile tugs at the corners of your lips but you force yourself not to show it in fear of offending him for spilling warm, milky white release directly into his boxers so quickly. âare you okay?â
âno.â a whole minute passes before he finally rests his head back against the backrest of the couch, takes one deep breath and says, âi think⊠i think i completely messed up my pants just now.â
you laugh at this, unable to stop it. heâs flustered, yes, but not embarrassed or guilty, so you deem it safe to tease him a little. âcome on, donât say it like that!â
âwhy not?â he asks, blinking tiredly.
ââcause it makes it sound like you shat yourself or something!â
he snickers at the taunt. itâs boyish and wicked, just like the glint in his eye is now that the fog of lust is slowly clearing up and his sanity is creeping back. âwell, with the way iâm feeling at the moment, i just might have.â
you punch him in the chest playfully. âyouâre so gross⊠and nasty!â
âyeah,â he mumbles as he catches your fist into his hand so that he can kiss it tenderly. âyou said it first, though.â
and with the way things are going, it seems like youâre going to become his first fuck really soon as well.
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JJK Men: Finding Your Toys
Characters: Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, FAB!Reader
Word Count: 4,952
Warnings: Sex toys! Dirty talk, squirting, smut, videotaping, degrading, holy heck, itâs spicy
A/N: This had me feeling things; I loved writing this. Each one of these hit differently, in the best ways. đ
MDNI!!!
Geto Suguru:
âSuguru!â You called out from the kitchen, standing on a stepstool dusting the tops of your cabinets. âCan you do me a favor, please?â
Popping his head into the kitchen, Suguru stared at the curve of your ass peeking out from your shorts. âAnything for you.â He watched you stand higher, ass bouncing just a bit.
âCould you grab me the spring decorations? I put them on the bed.â
âOn it.â
Ah, spring cleaning. A single day of the year, you deep cleaned your shared apartment. You were donating clothes and books, pretty much decluttering. Then you cleaned everything: floorboards, vents, every crevice. You always felt better after it was done. Plus, with Suguru helping you, you did it in half the time. All that was left was to put up the windchime and new throw pillows.
Then you both could relax.
Suguru was looking forward to a long shower and takeout food. Maybe if you werenât too tired, he could have you for dessert. Before anything like that remotely happened, he needed to finish the task at hand. The bag was right where you told him it would be. Yanking it off, Suguru turned only to hear something hit the floor.
âShit.â He cursed, watching your water bottle roll under the bed. Bending down, Suguru reached for the runaway water, only to feel the corner of an extended storage bin. With a tug, Suguru pulled the mysterious box out, his eyes widening as he stared at the transparent container.
Sex toys galore were inside. Glass dildos, clits suckers, vibrators, regular dildos. The sight nearly rocked Suguru's back as he opened the lid, glancing at the cleaned and organized toys. His cock throbbed painfully as he picked it up, putting it on the bed.
So this was what you got off with when he was on a mission. He hummed, picking up a vibrator and turning it over before grabbing a glass toy. It was long and had a large orb on the end. A g-spot toy. Did you use these to make yourself squirt? Have you squirted without him?
The first time Suguru made you squirt was when you both first started fooling around. His mouth was on your clit, fingers hammering against that spot until you screamed, soaking the sheets and his face. You freaked out at first, profusely apologizing. But your words were silent as Geto went feral, wanting to see you squirt again.
He didn't stop until you were nearly fucked out of your mind. All you could say was: âD-Didn't know I could squirt!â
âSuguru!â Your voice called out from the kitchen. âDid you find the bag?â
âOooh, I found something alright.â
His tone had you turning your head towards his voice. âOh? Was it the fairy lights? I thought I forgot to grab that bag at the store.â Your boyfriend hummed.
âI mean, a few of these light up.â
Okay, the man was definitely up to something. You finished up what you were doing before treading down the hall. As you turned the corner into the room, you froze like a deer in the headlights. Your toy bin was out, and Suguru was eagerly digging through it, a smug smile on his face.
âAh!!â Bolting across the floor, you snatched the toys away, throwing them back inside before reaching for the lid.
Suguru chuckled, grabbing the lid from you and tossing it. âOh no, you don't! We're not putting this away.â With your plan foiled, you held your arms out to block his view.
âNo! It's embarrassing.â
âEmbarrassing?â Looking at your boyfriend, your cheeks flushed as he pulled his sweats down an inch. He's showing you the bulge in his boxers. âIt's fucking hot.â
The humiliation slowly began to fade, a fire replacing it. âReally?â
Suguru nodded while digging in the bin. âYeah, I like seeing the stuff you get off with.â He pulled out your g-spot dildos and vibrator. âTrying to make yourself squirt?â The knowing smirk on his face left you a blushing mess as you glanced away, nodding in response. âDid you do it?â This time, you shook your head.
âI don't think I'm doing it right.â
You felt Suguru behind you before you heard him. âOh? Maybe you should show me~?â
One heavy make-out session later, you sighed softly as you slowly thrust the glass toy in and out of your dripping pussy. Suguru was on his stomach between your legs, watching you like a hawk. The glass toy rubbed against the sweet spot inside of you perfectly. The sensation was almost too overwhelming.
âC-Canât.â Your legs clenched together in an attempt to ease the throbbing.
âYes, you can.â Hands grabbed your thighs, forcing them open. âStop closing your legs; I can't see.â
With an almost pained whine, you kept thrusting the toy in and out of your cunt. It was tight, so tight, your walls were hugging the toy, making it difficult for you to thrust it in and out. You were getting so fed up with this. Glaring down between your legs, you chewed on your bottom lip. Every time you tried to make yourself squirt, this happened. You'd get tired and annoyed before tossing the toy to the side with an irritated growl.
Suguru was focusing less on your dripping sex and more on your face. You were frustrated, focusing too much on the task at hand. You were never going to cum like that. So he gently wrapped his hand around yours, helping you with the pacing of the thrusts. The warmth of his hand and the subtle change of pace had you tilting your head back.
âYou need to relax,â Suguru whispered, pressing hot kisses against your thigh. âYouâre too tense. Stop focusing so much on the mechanics of it and more on the sensation.â
Letting out a trembling exhale, you relaxed, focusing more on how the toy slid in and out of you. Frustrated groans turned into low whimpering as Suguru sucked at your skin. Fuck, this felt so good, like when Suguru would finger you. The familiar coil tightened in your abdomen. The same tightening you usually felt when you would squirt.
âAh, ah fuck.â You arched your back off the bed, pussy throbbing around the toy. âFuuuuck, Suguru~!â
âYeah, feel good?â He asked, still gripping the toy. âyouâre getting the hang of it. It would help if you did a little of thisââ he bit his lip in concentration, curving it up more. When he did that, you saw the entire universe. A scream escaped you as the toy rubbed perfectly over your g-spot. âthere it is; you just gotta curve it a bit.â
âHoly fuck! Holy fuck!â Your legs began trembling as they began to shut.
Suguru sat up, growling as he shifted his body, preventing your legs from closing completely. âI thought I told you to fuckinâ stop doing that.â All you did was whine in response. âAh~ too fucked out of your mind to even notice? God, you're so fuckinâ cute.â The hand he had on top of yours set a fast pace. âYou're almost there, don't stop~ good girl~ good fuckin girl~!â the sweet praises had you speeding your hand up, making your boyfriend chuckle in surprise. âOh, Y/N, you want me to praise you more~? You get off on that?â When you whimpered, he cooed. âMy pretty princess is doing such a good job fucking her pussy. Are you going to cum? Gonna cum for me, princess?â Your boyfriend's freehand began rubbing your clit.
âY-Yes! Fuck ohhh fuck!â Tears formed in your eyes as Suguru grinned, letting go of your hand. Watching as you sped up, not needing his direction anymore. âI-Iâm gonna, gonna cum!â
âThat's it, squirt for me. Make a mess, princess. Ooh!â Suguru scoffed, sitting back as you convulsed, squirting all over the bed and him. His hand rubbed your clit, extending your orgasm, making you squirt even more. âFuck~! Look at you, making a mess, you nasty slut.â
Suguru made sure to watch you. The way your body slowly came down, hips against the mattress as your eyes fluttered shut. The subtle way your hips jerked, trying to evade his hand, which was now drawing gentle circles around your clit.
You were so damn beautiful.
Hungry, starved eyes bore into yours, his chest heaving as you pulled the toy out. âS-Sugu?â Your timid voice didn't seem to break his trance. âBaby? You okay?â Instead of responding, Suguru answered by grabbing your hips and flipping you so your face was in your pillow. âMmmph!â
âYou did okay,â his voice was dark, gravely, âI'd give you a five out of ten.â All you could do was listen, tensing up when you felt the tip of the glass toy prodding your entrance. âBut I think you need a demonstration.â You couldn't even respond as the toy was shoved back inside of you deeper than you could have managed on your own. âMaybe, just maybe, if you cum hard enough, Iâll fuck you.â
Gojo Satoru:
The smell of freshly baked cookies wafted from the oven as you pulled the hot tray out. The viral cinnamon roll cookies smelt as good as they looked. While placing the cookies on the cooling rack, you heard footsteps hurrying down the hall. Seemed as though Satoruâs nose was as keen as ever.
âAm I the best girlfriend ever or what?â You tossed the oven mitts on the counter with a fist pump. âNot only do I bake, but I suck coââ Turning on your heel, you were about to wink at your boyfriend, only to find him towering over you.
His face was flushed, and his smile was as wide as could be as he smirked. âWhen the hell did you get this?â Gojo dangled your pink, blue-tooth bullet vibrator in front of your face.
âSatoru!!!â You reached for the toy, only to have him yank it out of reach. âGive it back!!â Satoru shook his head, holding the toy above his head, making it impossible for you to reach it now. âToruuu!!!â
Satoru was as excited as a child at Christmas. He was practically vibrating (not from the toy) with horny energy. What a fucking find! All you asked was for him to grab the blanket from the closet! When he pulled it out, the box to his new friend fell.
âThe box said I can control it with an app?! An app on my phone?! Oh my god, this is great!â He promptly held the box with his other hand, reading its functions. âLong distance play, waterproof, and it syncs to music and sound?!â His white brows furrowed in disbelief as his grin widened. âY/N, why didn't you tell me?!â
âBecause it sucks.â
All of the excitement on Gojoâs face vanished. âSucks? What do you mean it sucks?!â His cerulean eyes darted from the toy in his hand before focusing on you. The pout he was sporting was almost impressive.
âIt sucks, Satoru.â Pushing past him, you headed for the couch. âI tried syncing it to my playlist. It didnât get me all hot and bothered. I even tried using the sound function. The app syncs to the sounds of porn videos, or any sound in general, but they just.â You shrugged a shoulder, plopping down on the couch. âThey were so phony that the vibrations were so weak. I hated it so much that I didnât see the point in telling you about it.â
Something about what you had said had Gojo blinking in silence. âYou synced it up to some random porn video online?â
âYes, Toru, and like I just told you, it sucked.â
âRight, but you watched two randoâs do it?â Something in the tone of his voice triggered your sixth sense. The danger was approaching, and it was in the form of your very horny boyfriend.
âY-Yeah?â What should have been a statement was more of a question as Satoru dangled the toy on his index finger with an almost sadistic smirk. âWhat are you getting at with this?â
âAh, you see, dear Y/N, my sweet perverted girlfriend.â
âHey!â
Gojo crouched, twirling the vibrator around his finger like his house keys. âThe problem isnât the toy.â His pink tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip. âItâs the content youâre viewing. You need something moreâpersonal.â
âAh! Ah! Fuuuck! Fuck!â
The toy deep inside of you buzzed at an intense speed. âHoly shit!â You cried out, your hand squeezed Satoruâs cock tight.
âTake my fucking cock.â Satoruâs voice from your television was sultry while the Satoru beside you wheezed out a laugh.
âFuck, easy baby, youâll break my dick.â Peeling your eyes away from the television screen, you tilted your head back against the couch, your Y/E/C eyes focusing on Satoruâs throbbing cock. âSee, I told you it was the content and not the toy.â
He was right about that. When he suggested you put on the pornoâs the two of you made together, you didnât have high hopes. But holy fuck were you wrong. Your moans, Satoruâs dirty words, god it god it got you going, along the vibrator was buzzing like mad inside of you. Firmly pressing against your g-spot, teasing it as you watched Gojo fuck you into the mattress.
Satoru decided to join you for âresearch,â wanting to see for himself that the toy sucked, as you said it did. Little did he know that you were going to start stroking him as you both watched yourselves on the screen. He rocked his head back as your thumb rubbed gently circled over his slit.
âY/N fuck, playing with my pre like that.â his hand slid over, rubbing circles over your clit that had you jolting. âYou're so pretty when you're feeling good. Such a good girl~â
His voice next to you was a sharp contrast to the Gojo on the television. He had the camera turned to his face. He was sweaty, biting his lip as he slapped your ass hard in the video. âYou're such a nasty girl~! God fuck, grinding up against me on the dance floor, telling me you were soaking wet in the car.â Another sharp slap had both of you in the video and on the couch whining. âMy dirty fucking slut, couldn't wait to get dicked down, could yaâ?â The vibrator buzzed louder, your toes curling as you watched the screen. Slapping skin, whines, and guttural moans had your vibrator buzzing like a beehive.
âHey, look at me~â Turning to look at Satoru was so hard from how hard you were jerking. âYou're so beautiful~ do you like your toy now? You love it?â Please say you do, please, please, please. Satoru begged in his mind as you jerked his cock harder. If you liked it, it would make phone sex a million times better.
âToru, Toru, yes, feels good~ love it~!â Fuck you were close. Your moans were beginning to meld in with your moans from the video. Louder, desperate, and ducking porn worthy. âToru wanna cum, wanna cum with y-you!â Satoru gritted his teeth, eyes darting to his cock, that you were jerking off like a crazed woman.
âYeah, ah, pretty girl, Iâm close~ cum with me, okay? Be a good girl and cum~â The Satoru on the television snarled as he came, while your
Satoru whimpered, thrusting into your clenched hand until ropes of hot sticky cum painted your hard and his clenching abâs. âCumming, of fuck yes, Iâm cumminâ!â He cried out in time with his television persona.
It was the combination of the vibrations, Satoruâs fast circles over your clit, and watching yourselves cum that had you gushing around your new favorite toy. You screamed, eyes rolling back into your head. You came all over the couch. Fuck when was the last time you came that hard? It was probably when you and Satoru made the video you were viewing.
âSo,â Satoru asked between pants, âdoes the t-toy still suck?â
You didn't answer his question. You instead grabbed your phone with shaking hands, typing on the screen. Satoru was about to ask what you were doing when a little chime went off. You tossed your phone to the side before gently pulling the toy out of you.
âAw, done already?â Satoruâs cocky voice cut off as you straddled his hips. âY-Y/N?â You cupped his face, turning it to the side, allowing you to kiss down his neck. âFuuuck baby.â
âMm,â Kiss after kiss trailed down his neck, âno, I love it~ I love it so much I just bought you the matching fleshlight.â
Satoruâs large hands gripped your hips, massaging them. âOh really?â He gasped out as you sucked and bit the crook of his neck, marking his ivory skin. âA-Are you gonna make me watch the same video when it gets here?â
âOooh, no.â Satoru watched as you grabbed his phone, propping it against the lamp beside him. âWe're making a new video,â Satoru whines louder, wincing as you bite him harder. âOooh, good boy~ Toru~ be extra loud for us~ that way, the vibrations are super strong.â
Nanami Kento:
The second the elevator door opened, Nanmi bolted out, running towards your shared apartment. He was nearly breathless from all of the running he had done in an attempt to get home as fast as he possibly could. Fuck, if only he could teleport like Gojo, maybe his heart wouldnât be pounding inside of his ears in fear and panic.
He had been meeting with Yaga at the school when his phone went off, alerting him of your text. You were constantly sending messages throughout the day. Asking how he was doing, what he would like for dinner, or if he needed anything while you were out shopping. He did not feel like he deserved to have someone like you in his life.
His blood ran cold when he read the screen, his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach.
Y/N: I need your help; please come home ASAP!
The second those words processed through his mind, he was moving. Telling Yaga there was an emergency and he needed to hurry home. Every single terrible thought rushed through his mind at once. Was there a cursed spirit chasing you? Did one of the students get hurt? Were you hurt? He needed answers to the questions that were on a constant loop in his mind.
âY/N!?â Nanami yelled out as he entered the apartment, slamming the door behind him. âY/N?!â No traces of cursed energy, a sign of intrusion, or blood was in sight.
âI-Iâm in the bedroom, Kento.â Immediately, Nanami knew something was off with your voice. It was far too timid.
When he walked into the room, he expected to find something terrible awaiting him. Much to his relief, you were laying in bed, a blanket covering your lower body propped up against your pillows. Thatâs how he had left you this morning and countless other times. Either you received some bad news from your family, or there was something his observant eyes were missing.
âWhat happened? Are you okay? Whatâs the emergency?â
Your face twisted from unreadable to one to a pained one as you shifted slightly. Anyone else would have missed it, but Nanami knew everything about you. He moved so fast you gasped as he crawled on the bed, looking you over for injuries.
âWhat's going on?â the stern tone of his voice made this ten times more embarrassing.
You brought your hands to your face, rubbing them gently as you tried to find your words. âI-I uhmââ Peeking through your fingers, you found Nanami staring at you with that serious look. âIt, uhm, it's stuck.â Could this day get any worse? God fuck, this was mortifying.
âStuck? What's stuck, Y/N?â
âM-My toy.â
âToy?â
Not wanting to get into the details of your activities, you sighed, slowly pulling the blanket off. Laying on the bed beside you was a bottle of lube, and as you spread your legs, Nanami hissed at the sight. A toy, one he had never seen before, was lodged inside of you. It was thick; it made your poor pussy throbbed and twitched around it. Your wet slick glistened around it.
Nanami sighed, looking away from you, trying to keep some composure. Fuck you looked so hot, but a twinge of insecurity hit him in the chest. Nanami loved using your toys on you. He didnât see them as competition; they were more like allies. Heâd do anything, use anything to make you feel good. You both were very good at communicating your needs and wants with each other. If you were horny, all you needed to do was ask him.
Even if you wanted to masturbate, he had no issue with that at all! He encouraged it. Nanami Kento was not one of those men who saw you pleasuring yourself as a hit to his ego. He bought you a lot of the toys you shared. Kento wanted you to be satisfied and happy. Thatâs all his heart desired.
But something about this stung. It wasnât because he was hurt that you didn't ask for help. You were not required to tell him if you were horny or needed help. Nor was it the fact that you were getting off on your own. What it was was the fact you were in pain. You had hurt yourself. Thatâs what stung me the most.
âKento?â The stoic look on his face said everything without the use of words. âBaby, look, I just, Iâ!â
Kento said nothing as he stood up, walking to the dresser. He shrugged out of his suit jacket; his suspenders stretched as he took his watch off before rolling the sleeves of his blue dress shirt up to his elbows. Nanami, not saying anything was more stressful than him yelling at you. The room was too tense; it was thick and suffocating as Nanami turned around, getting on the bed.
His hands slowly slid up your thighs, spreading them apart. âLetâs get this out of you.â He nearly whispered before glancing into your Y/E/C eyes. âReady?â You nodded, giving him the approval to proceed. His hands gently grabbed the base of the toy, tugging it.
âO-Ow.â You winced, watching him closely.
Nanami clenched his jaw at your pained whine. âDid you not use enough lube?â Gently, he twisted the toy before pushing it back into you.
âAh~!â A loud moan escaped you, hands covering your eyes. âN-No, I d-donât fuck, ah fuck, c-could you maybe not push it back in?â
A blonde eyebrow cocked at your request. âDo you want this stuck inside forever?â
âNo. Iâm sorry; Iâll shut up. Fuck this is embarrassing.â
âMm.â Nanami sat up on his knees, looking over you. âKeep your legs open.â You pouted, doing as he said, while he twisted the toy inside of you, watching your reactions closely. You withered under him, pleasure starting to replace the pain. âYou should have known better, or you could have warmed yourself up a little more.â He chastised, twisting and pulling at the snug toy again.
Your hands gripped the sheets, fisting the fabric. âN-Nanami, please donât scold me.â You whimpered, cheeks flushing under his gaze. âJ-Just ah, fuck, take it out.â From the mixture of embarrassment and lust, your voice had a tone; one Nanami didnât care for.
He clenched his jaw tight. âItâs not coming out because you pushed it too far in! So now I have to work it out!â
You whined louder; this was not the way you thought this would play out. You bought this toy for both of you. âOh my god! Just fuckin yank it out! This is so fucking embarrassing! I wanna die right now.â You laid your elbow over your eye, hiding your teary gaze from him.
âIâm your boyfriend. Why is this embarrassing?!â It wasnât often that Nanami snapped at you, but your attitude was getting under his skin.
âBecause!! I ruined the surprise!!â You removed your arm, showing him your teary gaze. Nanamiâs eyes went wide. âT-This is the custom toy we made. It was delivered this morning, and I freaked seeing how big it was. I wanted to see if it would fit because I didnât want to ruin tonight. But I ended up ruining it anyway.â
Honey-brown eyes darted towards the toy. Kenton wasnât able to tell from the base. But upon further inspection, he recognized the custom marble coloring of blue and yellow the two of you picked out when you designed it. The one that he had all added ridges and bumps, especially for your pleasure. You were doing a test drive for him. All for him.
âY/N, love,â he smiled softly, âyou didnât need to do this. You wouldnât have messed anything up. We could have taken it slow. Just because it got here didnât mean I would want to use it. I would've helped ease you into it. Besides, you didnât ruin anything.â
You were wiping at blubbering tears, only managing to smile and nod in agreement. It was so relieving to know you didnât ruin the experience. Things would be perfect if this toy werenât stuck inside of your pussy.
Nanami leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. âMm Y/N~â Feeling his lips against you had you moaning as you kissed him back. Nanami pulled back, his cock throbbing in his pants. âAlright, letâs get this toy out of you. But I need you to put in some effort.â You hummed, nodding eagerly.
âOkay, how can I help?â
âBe good,â Nanami commanded before fucking the toy into you.
You threw your head back, turning it from side to side as the custom ridges and bumps hit your g-spot perfectly, just how Nanami had designed it. Your toes curled, thighs shaking as you gasped out cries of pleasure. Nanami smirked, listening to the squelching sounds of your pussy.
âFuck, you like that? Your pretty cunt sounds like she loves it~.â
âAh, fuck, yes!! Nnngh!â You gripped your pillow, staring at him through your lashes. âB-But I want you more~! Please, I want to feel you.â
âYeah, you do?â His voice was full of faux curiosity. âBut Y/N, you were bad.â His eyes were dark as he twisted the toy he fucked in in and out of you. âYou got yourself into a situation, didnât you? One that you had to call me to come fix.â
Your eyes were wide, pupils dilated, fixed on him. Fucking hell, he looked so fucking hot. Eyes dark, eyes focused on the toy he customized for you. You needed him inside of you. You needed him to be the one rearranging your guts. Slowly, you slid your foot over, rubbing your foot over the hard bulge straining in his dress pants. The contact had him hunching over, jaw-dropping as he groaned.
âPlease, Ken~ I need you. I need you so bad.â
He was breathing heavily, glaring down at you. âFine.â He yanked the toy out, chuckling at the gasp you let out as the giant toy popped out of your cunt. âDo you need me?â His hands quickly moved, undoing his belt before tugging them down as he slotted between your thighs.
âYes Kento, I need yoâoooh!!!â Nanamiâs cock slammed into you before you finished your plea.
âYou feel so fucking good.â Kento tilted his head back, hips slamming into you at a pace that had you seeing stars. The veins in his neck popped out as he gritted his teeth. âHoly fuck, your cunt is so wet! You were feeling it, weren't you?â
You werenât going to last. You were already so close. Nanami wasnât doing any better himself. His cock throbbed deep inside of you as he set a brutal pace. Slamming in and out, fucking you as deep as he could. The tip of his cock slammed against your cervix. It was a painful pleasure that had your mouth dropping in an âOâ shape. God, you might die. This was too good.
Nanami grabbed your face, jerking your head to look at him. âYou look at me when you cum, you fucking hear me?â His mouth was on yours, tongue sliding against yours, capturing every whine and moan you made as his cock slammed into every sweet spot.
As much as you wanted to close your eyes, you obeyed Nanamiâs instructions. Y/E/C on his as you screamed into his mouth. You came, squirting, whining, and crying. Nanami pulled back, face flushed as he growled like a fucking incubus. Feeding off of you, your orgasm, every part of you. Feeling you cum, seeing that fucked out expression plastered across your flushed face. It had Nanami cumming so hard. His balls clenched as he emptied his seed inside of you, painting your walls.
âFuuuck, Y/N, fuuuck.â His hips slowed, his hands gently massaging your hips as he laid down with you. His arms wrapped around you, spooning you close. âI love you, god, youâre perfect.â
Breathing heavily, you giggled, relaxing in his arms. âI-I love you too.â You lazily smiled as you ran your fingers over his forearms, tracing shapes. âThanks for saving me, Kento.â
His chest vibrated with a rich chuckle, lips grazing your neck. âAnything for you my love.â His lips pressed against your cheek, and you knew he meant every word.
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can I pls pls pls get an other single dad Spencer I'm on my knees here jade baby! I would love a fic where they r dating and reader comes over and basically Amy is like ur his gf?? But I thought u were my best friend?! And she's upset and reader is just like babe I can be both! Obvs we r bffs! And then May be she asks Spencer if she can take amy out of ice cream or something just the girls
thank you for your request! fem, 1.4k
Peeling Amyâs grapes is a repetitive, calming task. You press your nail to the top of the grape where the stalk had been, carving away a sliver of the fruit as you pinch the skin and pull. It comes away in small, triangular pieces that you put in the bowl on your lap.Â
You put the naked grape in Amyâs hand. Theyâre seedless, so all she has to do is chew.Â
âThank you,â she says, distracted by the TV.Â
âYouâre welcome.â You move to another grape.Â
Youâre sitting together on the couch in Spencerâs apartment. Spencer sits at the dining table across the way, writing a letter, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Bright afternoon sunlight ebbs in through the window behind the kitchen sink to kiss his arms and illuminate his workspace, a beam of it catching his arm, his fine hairs like strands of gold.Â
âSpence?â
âYeah?âÂ
âAre we still going to the library?âÂ
âYeahâŠâ His writing gets very fast. He finishes it off with a smile and a resounding period, picking the paper up and folding it in a clean half. âI can post my letter at the same time.âÂ
You watch him give his hair a vigorous scratching as he stands. âIâm gonna go get a sweater,â he says, making for his bedroom.Â
You follow him until heâs gone. Amy hums, kid-talk for please pay attention to me.Â
âOh, sorry. Forgot your grapes.âÂ
âWhy do you look at him like that?âÂ
You smile shyly. âUh, like what?âÂ
Her brown eyes widen as her eyebrows pinch together. âI donât know. You looked at him for a long time.âÂ
âI guess I like looking at him, âcos I really like him. Youâre beautiful because of so many things, but your dad is part of the reason. Heâs beautiful, so youâre beautiful.âÂ
She wrinkles her nose, but sheâs smiling. âYou really like him?â she whispers.Â
âOf course I do,â you whisper back, âheâs my boyfriend.âÂ
Amy winces hard. âWhat?â she asks.Â
Sheâs suddenly and emphatically incredulous. You take her hand, but she takes it right back and stands up on the couch. She gives you a weird look as she backs away, sitting heavily on the armrest. âHeâs your boyfriend?âÂ
âWhy do you think Iâm always here these days?âÂ
You know youâve said the complete wrong thing the moment it leaves your mouth. Youâre honestly shocked she didnât know; Amy is a very smart little girl, and you were under the impression she knew about you and her father being a couple. But sheâs also just a little girl, with big feelings.Â
âI thought you were here to see me,â she says softly.Â
You push the bowl of grapes across the coffee table, remorseful. âAmy, Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry, I didnât mean it like that. I come here to see you, too, of course I do, I love spending time with you.âÂ
Her eyes fill with tears. Sheâs not a crocodile crier, at least not when youâre around. You know these to be the genuine deal, and that makes it much worse for you.Â
âBabe, Iâm sorry! I really didnât mean it like that, I promise. Iâm here to see you, too, itâs not just to see your dad.âÂ
âBecause weâre best friends,â she says.Â
âOf course we are.â You open your hands. âOf course.âÂ
She finally takes your hands, despite her tears. Her face has turned dark with a hot flush, embarrassment twisting her lips into an expression that turns your heart.Â
âIâm sorry for what I said,â you whisper. âCan you forgive me? Youâre so important to me, Amanda.âÂ
Spencer appears behind her looking like a deer caught in bright headlights. You ignore him, giving Amyâs fingers a rolling squeeze.Â
âI thought we were best friendsâ andâ andââ She sucks in a shaky breath as a fresh crest of tears fall. âI thought you were here to see me.âÂ
âI am here to see you.âÂ
Youâve done loads of things with Amy without Spencerâs involvement. If he sleeps in, you and Amy watch cartoons together in your pyjamas eating breakfast burritos. Youâve babysat her on short notice, you had her for a sleepover once so he could give a talk in Michigan. You and Amy do tons of things without her father, like eating peeled grapes, and jigsaw puzzles while he reads, and girl talk. You cuddle.Â
Poor girl.Â
âAmy, I love you.âÂ
âYou do?âÂ
âSo much!â You wipe the tears from her chin.Â
âI didnât know thatâ that dad was your boyfriend,â she says bashfully.Â
âMe and your dad started as best friends, thatâs why. Heâs my second bestest friend ever.âÂ
âWhoâs number one?â she asks.Â
You poke her chest gently. âWho do you think?âÂ
She nods and looks down. She wipes her cheeks, and thatâs what upsets you the most in the whole ordeal. Her hands look small and uncoordinated.Â
âYou okay, angel?â Spencer asks, coming up from behind to hug her.Â
âSorry,â she says.Â
âItâs okay. Crying is okay,â he murmurs. âWhat happened?âÂ
âI didnât know you were boyfriend and girlfriend.âÂ
âIâm sorry, I thought you knew,â Spencer says, giving her arm a soft up and down, âwhen I told you we were dating I shouldâve been more clear about what that means. Iâm very sorry we confused you.âÂ
âItâs good!â she says, sniffling, pressing a little sob into Spencerâs chest.Â
You bite your cheek. You really hadnât meant to do this to her, just sheâs as empathetic as her father. Sheâs a bubbling mess against him.Â
You look at Spencer. Itâs your fault, you misspoke, and youâre asking him to save you as a kindness.Â
âWhatâs making you cry, sweetheart?â he whispers, pulling her right into his chest.Â
âI just wanted to be her best friend.âÂ
âYou are,â he whispers, nose against her temple, âI might be her boyfriend, but you think she likes me so much sheâs here every single weekend? No way. She sees me every day at work, she doesnât need to come over if all she wants to do is see me. But you know who she doesnât see at work?âÂ
âMeâŠâÂ
âExactly. She comes here every weekend to be with you, so we can all be together. Okay?âÂ
âOkay,â she says, taking in another shaky breath.Â
âAre you crying because youâre still upset, or because itâs just a feeling?â he asks softly, slowly. âItâs okay if youâre still sad, but maybe we need to have some water?âÂ
âOkay,â she says, stretching it into one big cry.Â
âCould I give you a hug?â you ask. Youâre lost.Â
She nods. Spencer says, âOkay, you guys hug and Iâll go get my Amy a glass of water.âÂ
You fold Amy into an embrace carefully. Sheâs heavy with her upset but she wants the hug, her arms at your sides as she rubs her nose against your shoulder. âAmy,â You say, taking a pause to brush her hair from her warm neck, âIâm sorry, angel. I really am. I didnât mean to upset you.âÂ
She sounds just like her dad as she replies. âI didnât mean to cry.âÂ
âWell, thatâs okay! If I thought you didnât want to be my friend either I would be just as upset.âÂ
âYou would?âÂ
âAmy, do you know how much I love seeing you? I would sit here and watch TV and peel grapes with you every day of the week, Iâd love toâŠâ You hope Spencer wonât mind what youâre about to suggest. âIn fact, maybe you and I need to do more things together, what do you think? When was the last time we went to Pennyâs Ice Cream Parlour?âÂ
She looks up at you with love and apt suspicion. âYou just want me to feel better.âÂ
âOf course I do. I should be allowed to take my favourite girl for ice cream, right?âÂ
Spencer hesitates in the kitchen with the fairy glass half full. Youâre stroking Amyâs hair away from her neck, so sorry, and so lovely. He couldnât want anything more in life than Amy, but if he got to choose, he would love to have you, and to have you treat her as you are now, nothing but affection in your touch as you soothe her overstimulation. âWe can go alone?â Amy asks.Â
âSure, bubby, we can go just you and me. Banana splits?âÂ
Spencer loves her, but he loves ice cream, too. âWait, why canât I come?â
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Touch Pt 2
Alastor x GN!Reader
Part One
Plot: Alastor talks to Charlie about his problem, sort of. Then he settles the situation with Reader.
Tags: GN! Reader, fluff, angst, minor pining, short fic.
Word Count: 1,591
Touch Pt. 2
It was Charlie that came to get him. He had neglected to make dinner or even tell the others that he wasnât going to make it that night. Charlie had knocked on his door, her rhythmic knock ever-so recognizable, and leaned her head just inside.Â
âHey, Al? You alright, in there?â He could see her eyes flit about, before landing on him. âWe were worried about you.â
Alastor just hummed, disinterest coloring his face. He was sitting at a small table just across the border of the original room and his swamp, sipping a cup of coffee, and reading.Â
Charlie, seemingly ignoring his clear show of indifference, stepped further into his room, shutting the door behind her.Â
âDonât worry about dinner. Angel begged for us to just order pizza instead. Something about âjunk food healing the soulâ, or whatever,â Charlie continued, making her way towards Alastor. Although her hands fiddled with each other, she kept her voice steady. Charlie was getting better at hiding her nerves around Alastor. (He could almost say he was proud, but that would be inane!) âJust wanted to make sure you were okay.â Charlie said your name, and Alastorâs ear perked, on their own accord. âThey mentioned you seeming off earlier, but didnât want to bother you.â
âI can assure you that I am fine, dear. I donât know what silly thoughts theyâve put in your head, but everything is fine,â Alastor said, trying to keep his smile wide. When he finally looked at Charlie, he realized she hadnât believed a word heâd said. How ridiculous! There was nothing wrong! She should just take his word for it, and leave.Â
âI donât know. You do seem bothered by something.â Charlie made her, ridiculous, thinking face, before nodding to herself. She promptly sat herself in the seat opposite Alastor, and folded her hands on the table. âYou should talk about it. Itâs not good to let these things bottle up.â
Alastor nearly dropped his smile so he could glare at her. How absolutely ludicrous! He had nothing to talk about! And even if he did, he had nothing he would willingly tell Charlie. âThere is nothing to talk about. Please leave.â
Charlie cocked her head, and narrowed her eyes. She said your name, again, watching his ears twitch. âThis is about them, isnât it! Youâve been acting weird around them recently. Always staring at them.â
Alastor gritted his teeth, trying to hold his composure. âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â
âHA! It is! You would never respond like that if it wasnât.â Charlie smiled smugly, and Alastor wanted to claw her face off. He couldnât, but it was an entertaining thought. He could turn her skin into ribbons, and use them to gift-wrap things for Rosie. âCome on, whatâs going on? You didnât have a problem with them before.â
Alastor hesitated. He could try and pry information out of Charlie, if he let himself be a tiny bit honest. He sighed, and set down his book and mug. âAlright, Iâll tell you a little, but! I have a question first.â
Charlie gave him a suspicious look, but she acquiesced with a nod.Â
âWhy are they suddenly all⊠touchy with everyone? You mentioned some time ago that they donât like being touched, but that seems to have changed, rather out of nowhere,â Alastor said, trying to keep his motivation for the answer hidden. He watched as Charlieâs face flooded with multiple emotions, before settling on something soft. He couldnât tell what it was, but it made his skin crawl. The deer-demon hoped that expression had nothing to do with him.Â
âAh. Yeah. I meant to explain that when they talked to me about it recently, but I completely forgot,â Charlie sighed, brushing a hand through her hair. âTheyâre touch averse, but when they get comfortable with people, especially good friends, itâs something they start to⊠hmm what is the word I want to use⊠They kind of start to crave it. Touch is something they donât get a lot of, so when they are comfortable with someone, theyâll initiate a lot of it. So now that theyâre settled into the hotel, and know all of us well enough, theyâre more comfortable.â
He had never considered something like that before. You would get lonely, wouldnât you? You were a very outgoing soul, but sequestering yourself from others would get hard after a time, wouldnât it? The more Alastor thought about it, the more it made sense. You had been there quite a while once you started to get tactile with the others. But still, it didnât make sense that he would be excluded! You were always so nice to him! You sometimes sought him out for conversation. Was he too overbearing sometimes? Alastorâs mind slightly spiraled, the longer he thought about it.Â
âYou alright there, Al?â Charlieâs voice interrupted his mental descent with a rough jerk. âDoes your problem have something to do with that?â
Alastor looked away from the princess, trying to contain his thoughts down enough so he could tell her without giving it all away. But the idea of you fearing him or something of that nature made his stomach churn. He couldnât think straight.
âThen why not me?â
Alastor didnât realize he had spoken until Charlieâs eyebrows popped up. âOh. Oh geez.â Her face scrunched in guilt. âThat might be my fault.â
A screech interrupted the soft static that played around Alastor. âWhat?â
Charlieâs eyes flitted about, uncomfortable with the weight of Alastorâs glare. âYeah. I mentioned, pretty early on to them, that you also donât like being touched. That sometimes you might touch others, but you didnât like it.â
Alastor cupped his forehead in one hand, and glared down at the table. âAre you kidding me?â
âAh, no. Iâm pretty sure thatâs it. Theyâre pretty good about keeping boundaries, so they might have been trying to make sure you were comfortable,â Charlie muttered. She cupped her face in her hands, melting into them with guilt. âIâm so sorry, Al. I can totally go talk to them for you. If I had known this was a problem, I would neverâŠâ
Alastor tuned out Charlieâs ramblings. This whole thing had been a misunderstanding. Somewhat. It was true, he didnât like being touched, most of the time. However, he did not like being left out of things without being consulted! It should have been up to him to draw that line. Alastor huffs to himself, and decides he will simply talk to you, himself.
He abruptly stands from his chair. âAlright then! Iâm off to go talk to the little darling! I will straighten this out myself, Charlie.â Without another word, or even bothering to make sure she left his room, he took off towards your room.
He knocks twice, and waits patiently. Alastor hears a few thumps, and is glad that youâre inside. Much better to have this conversation in a private place, rather than out in the open!
The door creaks open, and there you are! You smile up at him. âHi, Alastor. What can I do for you,â you ask.Â
Ha! What could you do for him? (What couldnât you do? No. He wasnât going to continue thinking.)
âHello, my dear! I was hoping you had a moment, so we could talk! Hopefully, inside?â He gestures towards the inside of your room, and, although you hesitate, you nod. You open the door wider, and let him in.
âWhatâs up?â You ask. (He would never get over how strange slang and expressions got in recent years. At least he could understand most of them now. It used to be hard to understand younger souls).
âAh. I was hoping to clear up a misconception that you might have.â Alastor leans down, leaving a few inches of space between your faces. Your eyes widen, just slightly, in surprise, but he is pleased to see you hold your ground. âI do not always mind being touched. I have, in fact, noticed you actively avoiding touching me.â Alastor leans back, suddenly, placing a hand over his heart. âAnd oh, does it hurt, dearest!â
He says it as if itâs a joke, (it isnât), and it is, but he dislikes being singled out in matters as trivial as these! Your brows furrow, but you still give him a smile.
âAh, dang, Al. Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to exclude you. I just thought you didnât like that kind of stuff.â You smile wider, your tone turning silly. âIâll make sure to include you in all our group hugs now!â
Alastorâs brows flatten, and his ears pin back, just slightly. âPlease donât.â
Your eyes close as you smile and laugh. You take a hand and cover it up. (Alastor wants to pull it down. One should never hide their smile. He doesnât, though). He feels a weight, that he hadnât noticed, lift from him at the sight.Â
When you put a hand on his arm and squeeze, softly, it feels right. He says little more, just a âgood nightâ. When he finally deigns to make himself dinner, he lets the joy finally saturate his body. What a delightful feeling!
He enjoys the next several days, where he realizes how many little touches you give him. If he preens beneath them, or his smile grows wider, or his tail wags, no one notices. Much better that way. No one needed to know.Â
Much less you, with your soft smiles, and happy laughter.Â
Not knowing would always be the better option.
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seventeen when you block their kisses
pairing: seventeen x gender neutral reader
genre: fluff, established relationship
word count: 1.3k
warnings: kissing of course, mentions of tea in minghaoâs, mention of a spider (though only in passing) in vernonâs
author note: hehe i wrote this anyway! thank you dori for requesting again 𫶠iâve never written like this before, so i hope it turned out well, and you enjoy reading :D lots of love!!
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seungcheol (s.coups)
⊠pouts immediately and slumps, crossing his arms and looking away in protest.
⊠maybe heâll try again but if you block him then too, trust me. heâs going to act like a kid having a tantrum and whine and mutter under his breath.
⊠âbaby, why arenât you letting me kiss youâŠâ
⊠you end up smothering him in kisses until he grins and hugs you happily before pouting again, making you sigh.
⊠heâs not getting over it for a while for sure, and will hold it over your head forever.
jeonghan
⊠raises an eyebrow when you move away from him but leaves it at that, going back to his phone.
⊠doesnât try again at all and knows what youâre up to, so he just sits just close enough where you can kiss him easily to test your patience. (and if youâre not joking, he gives you space and doesnât initiate anything before you do to make sure youâre comfortable.)
⊠when you eventually do end up kissing his cheek, he smirks, pulling you into him.
⊠âi knew you couldnât go too long without a kiss.â
⊠you grumble as he giggles and kisses you on the forehead.
jisoo (joshua)
⊠thinks something is wrong right away and asks you if he did anything to upset you.
⊠did he forget to do the dishes? heâll do them right away. did he forget a day thatâs important? heâll make it up to you somehow, he promises.
⊠he stares at you with those big deer eyes with your hands clasped in his and you canât stop yourself from grabbing his face and kissing him where his eyebrows furrow.
⊠he laughs in relief when he realizes nothing is wrong, and kisses you back on the cheek softly.
⊠âdarling, i was so worried i forgot somethingâyou scared me for a second there.â
junhui (jun)
⊠stares at you in concern before mentally listing off anything he mightâve done by accident, like joshua.
⊠he looks at you with his lil confused cat look and you canât not kiss him on the cheek.
⊠even then, his face doesnât change until he belatedly registers that you kissed him.
⊠he chuckles shyly before patting your hand, still slightly dazed.
⊠âwoah you confused meâŠi thought you were mad at me or something.â
soonyoung (hoshi)
⊠looks at you in shock before cuddling up closer to you, staring at your face to analyze your expression as he frowns in concentration.
⊠âis something wrong? are you feeling okay? are you sick? babeâŠâ
⊠his boba eyes win and you kiss him on the nose and he immediately grins, squishing your cheeks together as a punishment before kissing you back on the nose with the most outrageous look of adoration.
wonwoo
⊠is confused and stares at you with his head tilted. he doesnât usually initiate anything so he doesnât get why youâre refusing him.
⊠puts a hand to your forehead to check your temperature and senses nothing wrong, so he leans back in his seat on the couch beside you, the same expression on his face.
⊠eventually spaces out until you giggle and move over to kiss the side of his lips, and he turns to you and blinks before letting out a sigh of relief.
⊠âyeah, i have no idea why you blocked my kissâŠthat was confusing.â
jihoon (woozi)
⊠also someone who doesnât initiate skinship most of the time and tilts his head in concern, swiveling back to face the computer screens in front of him.
⊠he starts to overthink everything he has or hasnât done in the last few days, sneaking looks back at you to gauge your expression.
⊠eventually goes back to working on the song he started, expecting you to explain when you want to.
⊠when you come over and wrap your arms around his neck and place a kiss on his cheek, he turns to look at you. when you giggle, he smiles, patting your arm.
⊠âoh okay, i thought you didnât want to be around me right nowâŠiâm glad thatâs not the case.â
minghao (the8)
⊠when you move your face away from him, he pauses, softly asking if youâre alright.
⊠when you donât respond, he squeezes your hand reassuringly, and lets you be, sitting quietly next to you as he sips his cup of tea.
⊠heâs surprised when you kiss the hand thatâs holding yours eventually, unable to keep him waiting longer.
⊠he smiles gently before teasing you, nudging your shoulder.
⊠âi canât believe i donât get to kiss you but you can kiss me. seriously though, you okay? maybe you should start on your tea, iâm sure itâll help.â
mingyu
⊠pouts when you donât let him welcome you with a kiss while youâre in the doorway of your home, and chases you around until he can finally put his lips to yours with a giggle.
⊠back hugs you until he gets answers from you and if this holding you isnât enough, he starts to tickle you, and eventually you crack.
⊠he pretends to think before asking for another kiss as an apology, and grins when you oblige.
⊠âyou really think you could get away from me without a kiss? well, i think not!â
seokmin (dokyeom)
⊠also pouts automatically, shocked as he pulls back from your face as he cuddles you.
⊠he frowns as he puts his hands on either side of your face to inspect it and see if youâre not letting him kiss it because youâre conscious of something. when he finds nothing, he grabs your hands, asking if youâre okay.Â
⊠and yeah, itâs hard for you to hold backâso you donât, and you peck him on the lips quickly before moving back to see his reaction.
⊠his eyes are wide and he smiles slowly before pulling you close with a sigh of contentment.
⊠âi thought something happened, my love! donât ever scare me like that again, okay?â
seungkwan
⊠immediately gives you a stink face with the worst side eye ever. what do you mean you donât want a kiss from him? donât you love him and his tendency to kiss you on the cheek all the time?Â
⊠he narrows his eyes at you when you donât say anything and sighs, asking if something happened and if he can do anything for you.
⊠when he frowns in concern, you reach to grab and kiss his cheek with a giggle, and he groans before kissing you back softly, looking off to the side after. eventually, he cuddles closer to you and plays with your hands, mumbling under his breath about how you scared him, and how heâll always give you reminders of much you mean to him so youâll never forgetâor stop him from kissing you.
⊠âdonât get me worried like that again, okay?â
hansol (vernon)
⊠tilts his head at you but doesnât push it like jeonghan, though he does this because he knows youâll communicate if somethingâs wrong.Â
⊠leaves you be and goes back to watch cat videos on the couch next to you, deciding not to leave so he can remind you that heâs always here for you, even if you donât necessarily want him thereâwhich is what he believes right now.
⊠you eventually move to snuggle against him and watch a cat try to do a backflip with him, and kiss the corner of his smile, and it only gets bigger as he takes your hand.Â
⊠âglad to have you back. anyway, have you seen that one video where a cat gets super scared by a spider and flops down onto their ownerâs stomachââ
chan (dino)
⊠looks at you confused when you donât accept his kiss hello, and you can see the question mark hanging over his head.Â
⊠also grabs your hand to ask if youâre okay, and scans your body to see if youâre hurt anywhere.
⊠he smiles when you kiss him after a few minutes of just him standing there and staring at you, determined to figure out whatâs wrong.
⊠intertwines your hands so you can walk to wherever youâre going, and looks at you lovingly the entire time.
⊠âwhat? wow, you didnât want me to kiss you first, and now i canât even look at my favourite person in the world?â
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