#i fucking try it and it’s SO bitter and burns my throat so bad despite being 10% ABV

[0rionz-belt]

people under the drinking age: 21+ aren’t hiding alcohol from you bc it tastes good they’re hiding it bc it’s so fucking bad but they need you to act like an adult when you realize how fucking bad it is (/j)

[citrinae]

forgive me, for i love being bad for you.

sanji x reader (ft. platonic!zoro)

summary; everyone agrees that you and roronoa zoro are like two peas in a pod: cool, unbothered, hitting pubs on the regular. everyone, except your boyfriend sanji—who’d try anything to distract you from your visibly chaotic lifestyle. even visiting a potion shop. or: sanji needs to get out of his head in four acts. 

contents; angsty vibes, lowkey love triangle, miscommunication™, abandonment issues, drinking, sex pollen, a little dubcon tbh, piv, oral sex (both receiving), facesitting, multiple orgasms, creampie, college/modern!AU, witch!sanji, jealous!sanji, afab!reader, wc: 7.3k (wheezes), mdni. spooky carnival is still in town, go catch it if you’re in for a bad time.

masterlist.

i. 

Zoro sets his glass back on the table with a forceful clink. There’s liquor rolling to the corner of his lips. 

“I still don’t get it,” annoyance hangs from his voice as he speaks. “How the fuck you put up with him?”

Your reflection looks back at you from the amber in your glass. 

“He’s sweet and he cooks for me,” you mean it. Despite Zoro’s lack of trust in your newfound romance, slightly taking to repulse, Sanji has been nothing but a dream to you. Resting his cheek on yours as you were watching some movie you borrowed for the night, swinging hands as he took you grocery shopping. Everything about him buzzes with the type of comfortable affection one meets in magazines, or in Christmas commercials, and you’re sure to fall harder for him by the day. “Have you taken the time to cook for someone you dated?”

“Yeah?” Zoro washes the accusation away with another sip. “You into cooks?”

“Apparently.”

“‘s he a good cook?”

A smile, prideful. “Nothing but a wizard in the kitchen.”

“Christ, you’re even starting to sound like him,” he teases further. “Putting random words together and expecting to make sense.”

“He’s a good cook, Zoro,” you tell him again. 

There’s a pause. 

“No kidding.”

At a loss of what to say, you clumsily try to fill the silence.

“Yeah.” 

“As long as you like him or whatever,” defeated, waving his hand. “Just keep him outta my sight, will you?”

“Deal,” you say, downing your drink as you do. Bitterness lingers on the roof of your mouth, throat burned and numbed out. Suddenly your mind wanders somewhere else. “Care for another round?”

Zoro’s smirk is sly, devilish. “Now that’s more like my language.”

So you get yourselves a second refill that turns into a third, and a forth, until there’s no more use to bother about keeping count. Your surroundings seem to start whirling for a second. You close your eyes, then open them. And everything gets back into place.

On the day you met him, somewhere around campus, basking in the sun like a stray cat on trim lawn, you and Zoro hit off immediately. Scruffy hair, bomber jackets, eyes looking like he’s about to fall asleep any minute, Zoro is the type to never dwell on things for longer they’re worth. Always a guy of instinct, speaking truths others might opt to stay away from. On the other hand you have a knack for chaos he easily complements, so for over a year now he’s been a good and loyal friend to you, your time together something neither of you would regret or give up on.

He’s the one who introduced you to Sanji. Now it’s clearer to you that Sanji had most probably asked him to. Neither of them expected it when you agreed to go out with him, “It’s just a fucking date, chill out. Free meal you know?”; and to your own surprise, your heart skipped a good beat when you saw him that night.

Sanji. Annoying, perverted, absolutely fucking delusional Sanji, lighting up a cigarette in front of his car. Light fell nicely on his rings as he kept a hand around a flower bouquet—the pretentious kind, with a wrapper and ribbon and all. Red button-up, black jeans, coat. Heart-warming smile. 

Everything about the scene felt like something taken from those really sugary rom-coms you and Zoro make fun of when drunk. Yet somehow you admired Sanji for putting in the effort. His hand quivered on the door handle, “You look sensational, my dear.” Adjusting your seat belt, you told him that he didn’t look so bad himself, and by the pink crossing his face as you did, you deduced he might not be used to having flattery thrown his way. 

At dinner he told you he was raised in a small restaurant down east, and that they sold soy wax candles and herbs right next door. Wiping up your mouth with a handkerchief, you tried to come up with a quip around it, “And you stocked healing crystals and runes as well, right?” But then he just propped his hand in a palm, a wide smile blooming on his face that made you unsure whether he was playing along with the narrative or simply felt happy to talk about his past. “Sometimes we did, yeah. But we were more into the culinary side of things.”

When, a couple days later, you told Zoro that you and Sanji had spent the night together, he didn’t hesitate to let you know that he thought it a bad idea. He warned that Sanji was weird—not in the sense that he had a wandering eye or spent a rent-worth on cigarettes. He was simply weird. Fingers drumming on wood, “Caught him mustering some nonsense crap to a jar once. Like he was enchanting it or something.” Soon you were reliving the conversation you had on your first date. “You mean he’s, like, Sabrina the Teenage Witch?” Zoro didn’t catch it. “Who?” he said, and you waved him off. “Nevermind.”

The sneer he wore back then was similar to the one he makes now, seeing the blue light of your phone fill the room with a notification. 

“It’s him,” you say, fingers instinctively hovering to your lock screen. Neither can you help looking at the hour displayed in blinding white: 01:51 A.M. 

Zoro keeps himself from rolling his eyes. “Tell him I’m bringing you to your dorm.”

You text; the reply comes in a beat. 

“He asks if you even know where my dorm is.”

“Of course I—” Zoro clicks his tongue. Then he snatches the phone from your hands and presses ‘record’. “Of course I know where to go you jackass,” he snarls, throat pulsing. 

Taking your phone back, you check the message popping in not long after. “He says he’s coming over.”

“Fine then. Whatever.” It’s low. He sounds irritated. “Let’s pay and we’ll wait for your princess outside.”

And that’s exactly what you do; take care of the bill, grab your jackets and throw yourselves out. Feeling the crisp air on your cheeks, you realise you’re so much drunker than you’ve felt inside. You’re light, feathery, persistently on the verge of being blown out. Concrete flounders around you and you have to put in some additional effort to maintain your balance. Time becomes harder for you to register or something Zoro has just said made you cackle for too long because here is Sanji, your sweet boyfriend Sanji, parking his car not too far away from your forms. You can tell he put on himself the first things he saw in the wardrobe. His hair is slightly disordered, his step heavy as he rushes to your direction. 

“Evening Angel,” Sanji chirps, pulling you into a hug, and you cannot help but dig your nose into the soft fabric of his hoodie, closing your eyes, glad to finally have something to lean your weight onto. His tone drops when he looks at Zoro. “Mosshead.”

Zoro’s hands are sunk into his pockets. “Told you I got everything under control.”

“Pardon me if I didn’t believe you.” Sanji is sardonic. “Looking at the state of this slump, seems like I was right not to.”

“Not my idea to come here, bitch,” Zoro drones. His breath fogs the air as he speaks. “Next time get your head outta your ass and listen to people before running your mouth.”

Some of Sanji’s cologne still hangs from the soft fabric. “This was the only place that allowed us to play cards,” you say against his chest.

“Aha,” he flattens his hand across your back. “At least tell me you played for money and bled this loser dry. Tomorrow will get yourself something pretty with stupid mosshead pocket change.”

“You done talking?” Zoro says through gritted teeth. 

“Yeah,” Sanji’s lips press into a thin line. He’s slowly urging you towards the car. “We’ll be off in a beat.”

“We didn’t play for money,” you tilt your head to look at him, trying to match his steps as you distance yourselves from the pub. 

“What a pity.” Between wry and affectionate. 

You raise a loose fist in the air. “Till the next one, Zoro!”

“See ya daredevil,” Zoro shifts his weight from one leg to another. “Tuck your princess in and give him a sweet goodnight’s kiss, yeah?”

“Fuck you,” Sanji heaves, closes the door behind you. 

On the way to your dorm, he doesn’t ask about how many you had or lecture about being alone—with Zoro—late at night. Why would he? He’s aware this is a part of you, and he’d lie if he said he doesn’t melt watching the glimmer in your eye and your lips curling into a wicked smirk each time you tell him how much fun you had. Though he does worry about you, sometimes, when you willingly throw yourself in all kinds of dangerous shenanigans. Seeing your head slipping down the backrest, silently Sanji casts a spell on your eyelids to make sure you sleep unbothered until tomorrow morning. Tucks some strands of hair behind your ear, yet his eyes are still fixed on the road, and his hands are both rested on the steering wheel. 

Normally, he wouldn’t have been so exhibited with his magic had you been awake. But for now he takes the liberty to carry himself as if he were alone or in the company of the shitty bunch at the Baratie that taught him the craft to begin with. Foliage and plains and cottages move remotely in his wingspan while he continues to think of you. Your smile, your laughter, the nonchalant way you coil your arms around his own to show you around the places that you have so many stories to tell about. To him you are a bundle of new experiences and joy, something pleasant and airy he wishes to emanate himself someday. Always honest, always so easy to approach. Dandelion seeds whirling loosely in the wind. 

But the one thing he cannot seem to take his mind from is that having a bent for partying also means having a bent for Zoro. 

Lazy, shabby, perpetually absent-minded Zoro. 

His hands tighten on the steering wheel. 

Sanji has never really liked the guy, for reasons he doesn’t have the time or energy to list. Tolerance is perhaps too much to describe the compromise he’s willing to take; but he attempts it, for your sake. Because no matter how he tries looking at things Zoro adds something to this life of yours he certainly doesn’t have, or doesn’t know how to make up for. No matter how well you fit in his arms, early in the morning with sleep still heavy on your lashes, throaty voice narrating a dream so bizarre it plucks a laughter from his lips, the nights will always be reserved to someone he wouldn’t even bother to understand. Because he doesn’t want to. 

Window rolls down; he lights up a cigarette. 

Moments pass. His car stops by a pair of victorian-esque gates he doesn’t take long to recognise. He carries you on his back all the way to your dorm room, putting to sleep everyone he stumbles upon as he does; he isn’t supposed to be here, and certainly you aren’t supposed to return this late at night. He’s thankful you chose to sleep in the bottom bed. With this thought in mind he arranges your pillow and places you under the covers, slowly, gently almost like you were made of glass. From his tote bag he picks out a flask and a piece of paper he scribbles on: “for your hangover—sanji <3” 

ii.

The sun bleeds through stained glass in dazzling shades of pink and blue and yellow. Wind chimes, cluttered shelves. Dusted books. The air is thick with the smell of wood and incense. Sanji picks at the fingers that he keeps tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. He isn’t allowed to smoke in here, but fuck does he need a drag. Light catches across the variety of bottles and jars lined up in front of him, all displayed in eye-catching colours and labelled in alphabetical order. 

Would I? He tries his best not to pick up the light blue piece lingering a little too at hand not to be a work of fate. Should I? Sanji kisses his teeth; he takes the thing into his palm. 

There’s a piece of paper attached by lace ribbon. Writing is dainty, yet small and hardly intelligible.

Truth shows itself in wicked colours;

betrayal, freedom, promise.

For they who shall drink this wicked brew

take a night in their beloved’s embrace.

Is their bond seen pure and true,

the Garden sees no place for others.

Like the first lovers on Earth— 

runaways from Eden, they shall be.

Sanji takes a deep breath. Flips the flask on all sides, reading and rereading, biting his inner cheek. It’s not like he doesn’t trust you. He does, with all his heart. And yet he cannot help but shamelessly wonder: if Zoro hadn’t introduced you, would you and him have ended up together? Does he stand in the way of something which is meant to be? “I’m pathetic, fuck.”

He tastes blood. 

Talking to you about this is out of the question, since that would mean admitting Zoro is a better match for you. Plus, honesty is one of the things he admires about you. He’s sure you wouldn’t cheat. To bring this up would only lead to conflict and the sort of disappointment he’d rather choke to death than see reflected in your eyes. 

“This shit is ridiculous.”

The flask makes a frail sound as Sanji throws it in his basket. Stomping the floor with his foot, a cold sweat bobbing at his nape, at checkout he’s greeted by a gorgeous woman dressed in a velvet dress and speaking with a faint voice he doesn’t care enough to pay attention to. There’s a black cat sleeping on a shelf behind her. 

“Is this everything you needed?” she asks, carefully placing the goods in a paper pag. 

Sanji drops some cash on the counter and leaves without saying a thing to her. 

iii. 

“What do you think, my dear?” Sanji asks you on the other side of the table. The potion he bought a week ago forms a bump inside the pocket of his dress pants. 

You want to be sure of your answer, so you take another forkful of your food, still steaming hot and methodically arranged on the plate. It’s good. No, it’s tremendously good, better than you imagined it to be. 

“Sanji, this is incredible,” you say, not allowing yourself the time to fully swallow. “And I’m not only saying this because I like complimenting you.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” His face brightens, a mix of pride and the unpretentious joy he takes from cooking to other people. However he still looks to be preoccupied by something else you never find the right timing to ask about. 

Embarrassment hitching up your throat, you drag your fork across ceramic. Sanji stays silent for a moment; his plate is barely touched. In hopes to escape the tension, your eyes wander to look at his curtains, his shelves, an enframed picture with a gruff old man and a much younger Sanji cheerily holding out a slice of lemon cheesecake. The apartment is small, but tasteful, with decent flooring and a rent anyone your age can afford. White walls, light blue cushioning. A closed balcony where he grows basil and rosemary. 

You are going to sleep over tonight. It’s not that you've never done this before; have dinner together before deciding on a movie you’ll never get to watch because his hand grips on your thigh a little too tightly and your knee presses itself somewhere too bold to go unnoticed. But something feels different now, you cannot quite tell why. He feels different. With his avoidant eyes and stuttering words and index finger that frequently climbs to scratch an eyebrow. 

“If you wanted to break up with me you could’ve chosen a café, you know?” you hear yourself saying, arms folded. 

“What?” His chair scrapes the floor; he tries not to cringe from the sound.  “No, no.” It's ferm. It's rushed. “Why would you think that?” goes unsaid. 

Fingertips digging into the table, Sanji doesn't know how he ended up on his feet. He takes the opportunity to take the seat next to yours, plate and cutlery clanking along as he does. “No one's breaking up with anyone, sweetheart,” words fight their way through the knot in Sanji's throat. 

Sanji shoves his fork in his food which now looks less parmigiana and more like something a primary school kid would make for their art class assignment. Fuck, adding wasted food to his trainwreck fog of thoughts is the last thing he wants for tonight. After he swallows it down, his tone finally relaxes. 

“I was actually thinking of proposing something, now that we’re soon to move up to dessert. Something I'd like us to try,” he says. 

It registers quickly. “Like in bed?”

“It might sound a little weird, though.” Sanji avoids meeting your eyes. His chest rises and falls in a disjointed rhythm as he tries his best to empty his plate. 

“I like weird,” you say, propping your head on a fist, curiosity pushing your mouth a little higher. 

He cannot help but mimic your smile. “Well I bought us something.”

“You did.”

“Yeah, I did.” Not wasting any more time, he pulls the flask out of his pocket, displays it on the dinner table—clear liquid bottled in cerulean crystal, ribbon unfastened and label removed. Your eyes widen. “I was doing some grocery shopping, and stumbled upon this,” Sanji explains. 

You take it in your hands, blinking, carefully not to damage the contents. “Is this an aphrodisiac?” 

“You can call it that,” he says. “It stimulates the senses, so everything should feel a little more intense than usual. I know I haven’t been necessarily adventurous with you, dear,” looking into his plate, then at you. Inevitably he starts thinking of Zoro. “Thought maybe I can start from somewhere.”

Your hand reaches his. “You don’t have to go out of your way for me. You’re perfect for me, yeah? And I have fun with you. Lots of it, actually.”

“I know—” heat rising in throat, he reaches to loosen his shirt collar. “I mean, you’re perfect for me, too, hell I cherish each and every moment we spend together. Kind of felt intrigued to experience this with you, is all. However it’s definitely ok and understandable if you don’t feel comfortable doing it.”

Inspecting the flask in your hands, you give it a second of thought. You know the kind of shops Sanji frequents: equipped with dust and smoke and mysteries. The between-buildings types you have asked about before, and received a response either too vague or too straightforward to be taken seriously. Even still, trust has never been an obstacle. You trust Sanji; he has trustworthy eyes and a soothing voice that feels like a kiss on one’s eyelids. He’s good to you, always has been, when he cradles your face in his palms and calls you his sun and moon and stars, stardust dripping from his eyes as he assures you’re the best he’s had. 

“Does this have any side effect or some sort?” you look up to search for his gaze, and like pulled by a magnet Sanji returns it. 

“No,” he says. “Wears off in the morning. Like nothing happened.”

If you don’t end up running to Zoro, that is. There’s a sinking feeling in his stomach as the thought snipes through his mind. He’s not sure how to feel about lying to you, either. But maybe it’s for the best; if it turns out he isn’t your meant-to-be after all.  

Decisive, “Fuck it. Let’s do it, then.”

Sanji’s smirk fades out the anxiety. “In this case our next course will consist of one more secret ingredient.”

Feet swinging, tapping against the floor. Walls drifting apart and closing in. Moments have passed through you like sequences from a dream, and you fiddle with the sleeves of your sweater as Sanji sets the dessert on the table—two delicate things, like they were long intended to play the highlight of your night, light pink and beautifully decorated with dried rose petals and pomegranate seeds. For a minute you marvel at Sanji’s attention to detail, the love he puts into any dish as he turns them into something special and palatable. 

“Baby,” your laugh is a casual play at fragrancy Sanji takes in with a one-sided smile. “There’s no way I can run my teaspoon into this.”

He takes the seat to your right. “The real deal happens when you taste it, sweetheart,” he says, reaching for a teaspoon of his own, strands of blonde hair brushing one cheek as he does. 

And when you eventually do it, run tableware through moulded cream, you relish the sweetness that melts on the roof of your mouth. Sanji asks if you can tell the other thing apart from the dish. You say no, I don’t, do you? I think it’s the pomegranate, he acts like he’s uncertain even though you’re sure it shouldn’t take more than a few seconds. I only used some as decor. But here it’s rather pungent, not that I’m complaining. Child’s play. Halfway through your tasting, a second question comes. 

Do you feel anything? 

I don’t. 

Do you?

No.

Sanji’s heart clutches in his chest. He’s impatient, laughable even, he knows he is, since spells like this should take longer to surface. Three times he mouthed the chant and the potion gracefully vanished into steam as it poured down the servings, no drops left. By the look of that, Sanji might at least expect something to happen. Either bad or reassuring. 

Yet you stay your familiar comfortable selves even after you’ve eaten the whole thing, carrying on as such when you help him—at least attempting to, he never lets you lift a finger—clean the table and watch him washing the dishes from one of his counters. Sleeves pushed to elbows, fingers sunk into the sponge, hair pushed into concentrated, concentrating eyes. Water rolls off his wrists—drip, drop. He tells you something, but you cannot hear him. It hovers towards the ceiling and in the back of your head, a muffled sound engulfing you not less like the numbing feeling of being underwater. Shamelessly you ask him to repeat. 

Okay, maybe you do start feeling some way. 

Sanji turns off the tap. A crushing silence. 

“I was wondering if you thought of something to watch tonight,” he turns to look at you, and stops. 

He cannot tell if it’s your eyes, suddenly looking bigger, or your collarbones, stretching in and out in anticipation, wet lips looking wetter, slightly parted as you breathe, but he feels helplessly drawn to you, like you’ve been tied up by some invisible rope that keeps rolling up, more and more, thinning the space between your bodies. Air catches in his lungs as he lets himself be torn apart by his awe and not knowing what to do with it. 

Just as indiscreetly you wrap your eyes around his shoulders, his chest, his biceps, looking so much more strained under his shirt. Watching him make a step towards you, it seems like his eyes have gotten brighter, cheeks catching a faint tinge of pink, and you have to fight the impulse to dip a hand under your sweater and see how those long fingers of his would feel on you. 

Your fingertips bite into the front edges of the counter. “Not yet, no,” you say, a little disconnected from yourself. Sanji’s scent is an intoxicating mix of rosemary and sandalwood. “Guess we’ll have to browse and see what comes our way.”

“Sure. We’ll look.” Stepping forward, Sanji is the most relaxed he’s felt in days, his limbs and shoulders so much lighter as he moves, comfortably numb in the absence of a thought which has weighted on his back like a fiend draining him of his life force. He knows he has been waiting for something tonight, an answer, you calling a name he cannot bring himself to remember, and yet his mind is blank with nothing but the image of his lips crashing on yours. 

His presence radiates need, and it sends an electric shiver down your spine as he comes closer to you, fingers running over your knuckles. When your eyes align with his, you find it impossible to look anywhere else. So you sink into the blue and drown. Sanji leans further in, and his breath is sultry against your earshell as he speaks. 

“Fuck knows what’s happening to me, dear,” he says, a hoarse sound that makes your thighs squeeze together. “But please tell me you’ll ride my face before anything else.”

But he sure knows what’s going on. He put a spell on you; or something along these lines. 

Your body moves by its own as you push forward, biting your bottom lip, pressing your chest against his. “Want me to fuck your mouth, pretty?” your tone echoes the urgency of his request. 

His lips trail down your ear and across your neck. Suddenly your legs are wrapped around his torso. “Oh, and even more,” he tells you. “I want you to cream on my mouth so much that you’ll never find any other to please you just as good.”

“Then why am I not in your bed yet?” It comes out more desperate than it should. Without realising your fingers have unfastened at least two of his shirt buttons, and now they seem to cling onto his collar for dear life. 

Something flares in him; powerful, primal, which he hasn’t been aware he’s had before, sliding a hand under your hips and picking you up before slamming his lips against yours. The kiss is deep, all tongue. You return it with closed eyes and a breathy moan that pulls Sanji in a frenzied daze. Hands curled at his nape, you lose yourself in the taste of nicotine and pomegranates as you let him carry you past dim lit walls and into the bedroom. He doesn’t bother to turn on the lights. When he hurls you in bed, it’s with a deliberate movement, careful not to bruise you in any way but not the less forceful altogether. 

Then you take care of the rest of his buttons and belt, and he moves his focus to your pants, tugging them off while your mouths can’t gather the resolve to leave each other. Your fingers rake themselves through his hair. Smoothing the skin under your sweater, his hands stop to flatten around your breast. As Sanji presses his weight on you, it becomes impossible not to notice how fucking hard he is, greedy and throbbing against your soaked panties. He’s at his most unbridled tonight, and yet he touches you with the ritualistic devotion of a priest, mouthing syrup into your ear like lighting candles on an altar. The full moon spills in her light through the window, blue and delicate, and for a moment there you are sure Sanji’s contours have caught a prismatic glow, colourful flashes whirling in your vision, wavering around him like some sort of aura. 

After he breaks away, you are still tied together by a thin thread of saliva. He pushes your panties aside, and your back arches when he slides a digit, and then a second one, into your slit. There’s lust in his eyes, the kind you’ve never seen on him before, drinking in the sweet faces you make while his fingers press in and out of you in circling motions, rubbing your clit just so sweetly as he does. 

“Look how wet you are, dearest,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. “Always such a lovely mess for me.”

“I want you, Sanji,” you say, aware that you cannot hide the way he makes you feel by looking at him alone. 

It’s you, Sanji.

Your voice echoes in his heart like water dripping in a cave, let it melt inside him with something close to relief. He wants to thank you; and yet he cannot tell exactly what for. What he does instead is pull you into another kiss, less vicious and more affectionate, keeping you close with a hand flattened on your nape. 

The more you kiss him the brighter the room looks. Spectral rainbow fading behind his form. 

“Could you shift your hips for me?” Sanji eventually suggests. “Let me taste you, honey.”

It doesn’t take long to figure out what he means by that. Like a thing of habit, you let Sanji take your spot on the bed, then climb your way onto his face. You take yourself a moment before starting to move, but all wariness disappears the moment he drags a flat tongue across your slit. His voice vibrates into your core as your taste has him mumbling seared praises against your folds. Further you drop yourself on his mouth, and more he laps at your pussy, wet and desperate, coaxing you those sounds that fill the room and blend in with the moonlight. 

Sanji’s tongue has always managed to make you shiver. But this time is different, because you can feel everything; nose and beard and lips, drenched in your slick, white-hot as they rub themselves against your favourite spots. You can feel it when his eyes close and open, taking his time to savour the moment, and when he lets out a pleasured sigh to let you know how grateful he is to be allowed the luxury of tasting you, there is a delirious sensation rushing from your heat and climbing to your back like an electrical shock. It makes you thrust your hips harder against his mouth, call out his name with the urgent solemnity you didn’t know your voice could be able to reproduce. 

Looking at the way Sanji’s lower body tries to helplessly grind against nothing, cock straining in the confines of his boxers, bulging and stained with precum, you come to realise he must be feeling the same as you do. Oh, but Sanji revels in seeing how sweet you can be for him, and how good he can make you feel when he eats you out. He doesn’t mind the pain as long as he gets to lick you off his chin after he’s done. Never someone to dismiss your pleasure over his own. And yet. 

As his mouth diligently works on the heat that is now building in your stomach, and your movements pick up in pace to reach the high, you cannot help not to stare at his cock, thrusting the air to catch up with your rhythm. Hands running a touch across his stomach, you lick your lips. Sanji moans into you when you lean down to tug at his boxers. 

“Angel, what—” you hear him saying. 

Not allowing him the time to protest, you press yourself onto his face. “I’m so close, please,” you inform him, in a voice you don’t recognise. “Please don’t stop.”

So he doesn’t, running his tongue around your clit, not letting a single drop go to waste. You’re almost there. 

“Good goddess, fuck,” he huffs, feeling your hands on his balls, and shortly after your mouth kissing him at the tip. 

He comes that instant; let heat shoot in your mouth and down your throat as you wrap your lips around him, swallowing and licking off everything you can. There is something wrecked in his voice as he’s taken through his crescendo, something like a prayer sent to an all-mighty, and even then he continues to kiss your folds and drag his tongue across you until you come to climb a peak of your own. With Sanji’s taste lingering on the roof of your mouth, tears begin to well up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you call for him, over and over again, enveloped in pleasures you never thought that existed. 

Only when you’re brought back, a panting mess, you realise Sanji remained just as hard as you left him—something only that weird sex drink could’ve made it happen. You take the opportunity to lift your hips from his mouth and better adjust yourself at his crotch; he starts shifting awkwardly the moment you do. 

“There’s no need to, really.” Sanji is hesitant as he looks down at you, lips red and goatee still soaked with your slick. 

“But I want my meal,” you say, already licking at the tip. “It’s only fair you let me have one too.”

He’s having a hard time saying no to you; but how can he, when you talk with that voice, and when you look at him with those pleading eyes that reflect the gates to Heaven and more? Your mouth takes a little more of him, hot tongue trailing up and down his cock, and his eyes roll back into his head in visible defeat. 

Sanji runs his fingers through your hair. His tone takes to yearning, “So my precious darling is hungry, huh? Cute and silly for my cock?”

“Mhm,” bottom lip rolling up, wetly.

Half smug, half dazed. “Then it’d be cruel of me not to keep you fed.” 

Deeper you push your mouth around him, until he’s twitching in your throat and you start to gag. Sanji’s thumb finds your cheek—please don’t do anything you don’t want to. But you wouldn’t stop. You cannot stop. Not when you get to hear the whimpers he makes as your lips press around the skin ever so slightly, when you look up at his heaving chest, his parted lips, pushing out a broken exhale, the eyes that now flood with wavering reflections of the moonlight and tears threatening to wet his lashes. 

“Oh, my angel.” It’s coarse, struggling for air. His eyes shut close. “My sun, my everything. Yeah, like that. So fucking good.”

Hands coated in spit, you reach to give his balls a gentle squeeze, continue to fill your throat. Once praises have started to spill from Sanji’s mouth, they don’t stop, and they touch a point at which the words feel like no more than babbling, trashed and incoherent, with his hair blown in both of his eyes. His hand sometimes runs to his forehead, other times he uses it to caress your face and pet your hair, but no matter what Sanji stays loud in letting you know how good whatever you’re doing to him feels.

The moment he sets both of his hands on your head, you know it’s because he’s getting close. With a fearful thrust of his cock into your mouth a growl leaves him, and soon after his second release spills down your throat, warm, somehow sweet. You swallow; his chest expands and contracts in attempt to catch his breath. 

Specks of light dash off Sanji’s lips. Pulling you at his level, he clashes them against yours into yet another kiss, sloppy and greedy as he runs his hand down your curves, sinks his fingers into your skin. The touch sears everywhere it reaches; and you cannot do anything but melt in his arms, let yourself be moulded by this growing need that somehow can never quite satiate you. 

“Hope you don’t think you won’t be rewarded for that,” Sanji breathes into your mouth. 

Your lips rolling to his jaw, you say, “Hope you don’t think I’ve had enough of you.”

“I’m here for you to take,” with a quivering hand Sanji squeezes your pussy. “Will always be.”

His fingers send a delightful shock throughout your body. Something close to a moan tears from your throat. “You're such a whore for me, Sanji.” 

“Can you blame me?” Sanji rubs his tip against your inner thigh. “Darling, please look at yourself.”

“For the love of god—” wet and breathless against his ear. “Don’t make me wait any longer.” 

Your impatience endears him, has his heart beating so much faster than it already does. Still he starts slowly, pushing you onto the pillows, taking his time to relish your expression as he lifts your legs and lovingly sets them atop his shoulders. Sanji almost laughs at himself, because even under the influence of this potion that brings out anything wild and viscerally troublesome he has in him, nothing delights him more than getting to unravel you with the same care one deseeds a pomegranate in the kitchen. 

Placing a kiss on your calf, he croons, “Say, sweetheart, what about you? Who do you crave for just so?” 

Not wasting a beat, “You, Sanji.” It’s you. 

He could get off by these words alone. 

“And what do you want from me?” he starts to coat himself in your slick, pressing the tip on your clit every now and then. “Do you want me to fuck you, maybe? Fill you up and call you beautiful?”

You can only nod, legs coiling around his neck in anticipation. “Yeah, yeah. Please fuck me.”

Then you can feel him burying himself into you, and it rips a sound from your mouth as soon as he does. Your hips lift to increase the friction. You accommodate him easily, trembling under him and through the persistent knot in your stomach that has you wanting for more. 

When he bottoms out, his voice is low, hypnotic. “Like this?”

“Like this,” you echo, drowning yourself in the wild glimmer flaring in his eyes.

Fingers dug into your legs, his temples sweaty, Sanji pulls out, then drops himself back in, each motion steadier than the other. Wet sounds fill the sheets as your bodies coil and flatten together like nothing matters in this world but you and this moment and the moon capturing your contours in ethereal glow. Nothing, no one. Sanji speeds his hips, chest flushed and sweltering. Usually you’re not as permissive with your sounds as he is, but tonight they seem to just pour themselves out of your mouth, every sigh and moan and whimper, sugar waterfalls thickening the air as Sanji moves you into each thrust. 

“Ah,” you hear him say, a man aflame. “Refresh my memory, would you, angel? Who did you want to fuck again?”

Through an exhale, “You—” a pause. “Only you.”

“You feel so good,” he whines, collapses with a slapping sound. “So sweet, so perfect for me.”

Blue and pink and yellow; just as vivid when you close your eyes. He goes in deep, deeper, and your thighs are shivering against his torso. 

“Yeah? You like that?” legs tightening their grip around him. “Like it when I take you good and confess?”

“More than that,” Sanji is breathless. “Makes me insane. You’re making me go insane.”

You wouldn’t admit it, but you know how it feels. To have your sanity run scarce by a voice telling you how faultless you are, that no matter how you see yourself you will always be a cosmos in someone else’s eyes. If anything, you should know this better than anyone else, the maddening feeling of being fed honey and sugar glaze as your thoughts are pressed against body heat. Lost in his trance Sanji picks up the pace, and there’s a wet, debauched mewl that overrides even the careless crash of your skins. 

Lip caught under your teeth, “Want to, mh—wanna hear another confession, baby?” 

“What’s on your mind, my sweet?” Sanji’s lips ghost over your calf. 

“Think I—” with a thrust your eyes are hurled to the ceiling. “Fuck, I think I love you.”

Vulnerable. 

Suddenly his chest drops against yours, a chance for your legs to flatten across his back, pulling him the closest you can. His fingers interlace with yours as he sinks into the crook of your neck. 

Reckless. 

The pace doesn’t slow down, but you can very well tell it’s become sloppier than before. A lost rhythm. When you look at him again, you are quick to notice the dampness pushing at the corners of his eyes. 

“I love you too,” glad to finally word it this way. “I love you so much.” 

Then he continues to rut into you, shaky voice fogging your neck the moment your nails pierce into his back. Your hips thrust themselves up, desperate for tandem. Heat erupts inside you. Another peak you’re yearning to chase. 

“‘m gonna come, ‘m gonna come,” you tell him, cheek brushing over his hair. 

“Let go, my dear,” in a frail tone. “Let me hear you.”

With a squeeze of your hand Sanji fucks you the way you need him to—viciously. 

He could try. He could at least try to make you fall so hard for him that you will keep your words even after the spell wears off. 

You pull at his hair, mean and senseless as a sudden burst of pleasure tears through you. Your lips move without being able to hear the words. There must’ve been something you said, though, you’re sure there was, because Sanji’s soon chasing after, hung on a mournful vowel, flooding you through his end. 

The moon soaks into your bodies.

iv. 

Sanji wakes up with tinnitus. He blinks, once, twice, waiting for the specks of colour before his eyes to rearrange into furniture. The next thing he recognises is your breathing, small and lukewarm on his chest. Instinctively his arms wrap themselves around you, and there’s a long exhale when they do. You’re naked, both of you. His head becomes heavy with flashes of last night, lips pressed together, bending sternum, and soon they are replaced with the sound of a name he thought he couldn’t remember. Sentiments he thought he discarded. 

He thought he would lose you. 

But you are still here. 

Before knowing it, his arms are shaking, and like he’s done many times when he finds it impossible to contain himself, he covers his eyes with an elbow. 

He starts crying. 

Muffled, subtle, more worried about waking you up than about having to figure out an excuse for his tears. Droplets roll off his cheeks and onto his collarbone. His chest jerks up and down in a pathetic staccato. He wishes he were someone with more control over his emotions, sometimes, during moments like this. But he isn’t, and he cannot change, just like he cannot be many other things. 

A soft rustle beneath the sheets. Arms squeezing his torso. 

“Sanji, hey.” The words come out rasp, still filled with sleep. When he doesn’t answer, there’s a thumb wiping across his cheek. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I’m sorry,” is all he can manage. 

Warmly, concerned. “Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry,” he hiccups again. “I’m so sorry.”

Because he doubted you. Because he cannot fucking stop doubting himself. Heaven knows he’d tell you all these things, were he a braver man. Instead there’s only one thing that seems to be coming out of him, a broken record.

“I’m sorry.”

You wouldn’t want to pressure him. Without saying anything else you keep Sanji in your arms, squeeze him tighter as his tears blend with your hair and your fingers move to soothe his frantic shoulders. Salt pours on his bottom lip. Sanji accepts the comfort despite his better judgement, burying his face into your neck, trying to focus on the sound of your breathing. You stay like this for a while. 

There are so many things he’d want to tell you; the kind of things that eat through his guts and tear him apart. Silly images of him taking you to the Baratie, teaching you the way around potions, topping your hand as you sign your name in blood and knowledge, are you to feel rebellious enough. 

And he will, one day; talk to you about everything he’s ever seen and touched. Now, however, he closes his eyes and hopes you will somehow catch a flicker of all the love he has in him; everything that makes him foolish. 

by far the longest thing i've written in years & it's a boring au. now excuse me but i need to go lie down for a while.

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Jealousy, Jealousy [ Joel Miller x Reader / Tommy Miller x Reader ]

Summary: you walk in on Joel & Tess, despite your building chemistry with him. Hurt, you turn to his brother for comfort. Joel finds out, and he isn’t happy.

CWs: derogatory language / unsafe sex / age gap implied / oral sex (m!receiving) / cum play / cum eating / choking / alcohol usage / use of pet names / very little plot it’s just a spicy mess

Tag List: @joelsgirl @loquaciousferret @dreamingofdaddydin @funnygirlthatgab

Notes: like always, this is for the girls, the gays and the theys. I wanted to finish my other WIP but this took over. Have fun.

Buy Me A Coffee?

Part Two / Alt Version

The whiskey burns your throat on the way down. You’re on maybe your third or fourth, but it’s still not enough to burn away the sight and sound you came across earlier.

You don’t have any claim on Joel, not really. Nothing has ever happened between you, even though there’s been a few close calls, but you were almost certain that he felt the same way about you as you do about him.

Until you walked in on him and Tess. Now you can’t get the image out of your head, the sight of her beneath him, the sounds…

You slam your empty glass down on the bar. It’s a shitty dive of a place in the QZ, one you all know well enough.

“Whoa there.”

You turn your head to find yourself face to face with Joel’s brother, Tommy, concern etched into his face. He’s not bad looking, not really, but you’ve never really been interested in him. Until now. Now, he’s looking pretty fucking good. Or maybe you’re just noticing him. Who cares.

“Come on, let’s get you home before curfew.” He holds out his hand to you. You don’t need it, not really, you aren’t drunk enough, but you take it anyway, let him lead you out of the bar and onto the streets.

“Why’d you come looking?” You ask as you let him walk you home.

“You didn’t show up to drop off this afternoon. Figured something was wrong, figured I’d find you here.”

“Didn’t think anyone would notice. Joel and Tess seemed too busy to care.” You can’t help the bitterness that creeps into your voice as you mention it.

“Ah.” Tommy shrugs, “try not to worry about it. My brother’s an idiot.”

Normally you’d argue. Jump to his defence. Tonight you just don’t feel like it, too hurt by what you saw to argue. Reaching your apartment block, you turn to him.

“You gonna come in for a drink? Least I can do after you walked me home.”

You know what you’re implying, don’t mind if he takes the hint that you’re offering more than a drink. You almost don’t expect him to follow you, but he does, up the stairs and into your apartment, shutting the door behind you both while you fish out two glasses and a bottle.

“Make yourself at home.”

You pour the liquor while he drops himself down onto your couch, spread out and lazy. Really, he’s quite attractive. You’ve never really noticed before, and maybe it’s the fact that you’re so angry and hurt that’s making you see him in this light, but still.

You hand him one of the glasses, down your own before you sit yourself down on the floor by his feet. You’re being forward as hell and you know it, but you’re tipsy and hurt and you just want to forget for a short while.

He looks down at you, surveys you with dark eyes so similar to Joel’s. The thought makes your heart hurt, so you push it away.

“What are you doing, hon?” His hand comes down to catch your cheek, tilting your head up to look at him.

Tommy doesn’t know what’s going on between you and his brother. Knows that Joel’s an idiot if he doesn’t realise that you’re interested. If he was a better man, he’d push you away, but, well…

It’s been a while since he’s gotten anything, and if his older brother is too stupid to realise you’re right there, dumb enough to fuck around with your feelings and Tess? Well, he doesn’t mind being the collateral.

“Trying to decide whether or not to suck your cock.” You admit, not bothering to be coy as you look up at him.

“Oh, yeah? What’s holding you back?”

“You haven’t said that I can.” You shrug, fingers creeping up his thighs.

“There’s a pretty girl on her knees for me askin’ to suck my dick, you think I’m gonna say no?” Amusement colours his tone.

“Well… I wanted to be polite and ask.” You smirk as your fingers find the zip of his pants, tug it out the way, your small hand reaching in and wrapping around his cock, stroking lazily.

He just leans back into the couch, watches you as you rub your thumb over the head of his cock, brushing across beads of precum, collecting them on your fingers to lick them up.

“Christ…” his eyes darken as he watches you, your eyes on his as you lean in and press feather light kisses to the tip of his cock. He’s nice and big, thick, slightly curved, and you love the slightly salty taste of him.

You don’t like to brag, but you know you’re good at this, enjoy it even, pressing little kisses along the length of him, tiny kitten licks to the slit in the tip, teasing until he fists a hand into your hair and yanks your head down onto his cock, almost making you choke.

You recover quickly, sucking his cock like he’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted, moving your head up and down, guided by the heavy hand in your hair.

“Fuck…” he rocks his hips up into your mouth, getting deeper into your throat, “such a sweet little mouth…”

You hum around him, urged on by the praise, eager to keep pleasing him, so desperate to be wanted…

You know full well this is messy and sloppy, your drool coating his cock, eyes watering slightly as you look up at him. You can’t see it, of course, but you’re a vision to behold, on your knees for him, mascara running down your face as your cheeks hollow out for him, his cock disappearing into your throat like you were made to take him.

God, he’s impressed, both by how well you worship his cock, and by how quickly you’ve worked him up.

“Gonna make me cum, pretty thing…” his hand releases your head, strokes your cheek lazily.

You pull away from him for a moment, wrap your hand around his cock and stroke slowly.

“Cum on my face.” You tell him, hazy with lust and drink. “On my tongue.”

He groans, moves to guide your mouth back to him, but you move faster, wrap your lips around him and let him rut up into your throat, moaning around him. Fuck, he tastes so good, exactly what you needed.

You can feel him becoming more erratic, groaning softly before he pulls out of your mouth, wraps his hand around his cock and strokes it roughly as your lips part, tongue flicking out to catch the hot ropes that spurt from his cock as he groans.

Fuck, you’re a sight to behold, on your knees, makeup a mess, lips parted with his cum on your tongue and your face. You lean in and lick him clean, swallow every drop you can get.

His fingers reach out, swipe through the mess he’s left on your lips, press them into your mouth.

“Suck ‘em, that’s a good girl.”

You do exactly as he says, swirl your tongue around his fingers until you’re satisfied they’re clean.

“You want me to -?”

You shake your head. You’re exhausted, your throat hurts, and while the offer is nice, you don’t think you can stay awake for it.

“Nah, ‘s okay. I just wanted to give you something.” You offer him a small smile as you get to your feet, watch him tuck himself back into his pants.

To his credit, he’s not a jerk. He makes sure you’re safely in your bed with a glass of water beside you before he heads off into the night, leaving you almost wishing you’d taken up his offer.

——

A week later, you’re sitting in the same bar with one of your friends, pointedly ignoring Joel a few seats away.

Once again, you’ve had a few too many to drink, and it’s loosening your tongue.

“So, what’s the deal with you and that guy anyway? The mystery man you were telling me about the other day?” Your friend knows exactly the right questions to ask, and while normally you’re not the bragging type, seeing Joel again has sent that spike of bitter resentment and jealousy through you.

Sure, it’s not like he’d ever promised you anything, but he’d damn well seemingly made it clear he was interested. Only for you to walk in on him fucking Tess like he loved her.

You hate him for it. Hate him for hurting you. More than that, though, you hate yourself for not being brave enough to confront your feelings.

But right now, you’re feeling spiteful, and you know damn well he can hear every word you say.

“Oh, it wasn’t really anything, just a one night thing.” You shrug.

“What did you say his name was again? Jimmy?”

“Tommy.” You run your finger around the rim of your glass.

“As in Miller?”

“Mmhmm.” You can feel Joel’s gaze burning into you as you speak. “He walked me home, one thing led to another…”

“Fuck, he’s so hot though…” your friend sighs, “I bet he has a great dick.”

“I mean… I liked it.”

You giggle, a very uncharacteristic sound, but still. You don’t regret what happened, not at all. You like giving head, and it wasn’t like he had an unpleasant dick. If anything, you kind of wish you’d let him fuck you. Maybe another time, seeing as Joel is clearly no longer interested.

“Are you gonna give me any details, or?”

You’re about to open your mouth when a hand clamps down on your shoulder.

“Outside. Now.”

You don’t need to look to know Joel’s pissed; you do anyway, are met with his stormy glare.

“Nice to see you too, Joel.”

“I mean it. Outside, now, or I’ll drag your ass out.” One look at him tells you he’s not kidding.

Sighing, you excuse yourself from your friend. Follow Joel out of the bar into the street, or rather, let him tow you out. Let him drag you by the wrist back to your apartment. Nobody wants to be caught in the streets at this hour.

“What the fuck, Joel?” You demand as soon as he’s slammed the door behind you.

“Don’t you what the fuck me.” He growls, crossing his arms over his chest as he backs you into the small room.

“I absolutely will, what’s your goddamn problem?” You hiss at him, furious. Furious and still hurt, because the last time you saw him he was fucking another woman, and no matter what you do you can’t get rid of that image.

“You! You’re my goddamn problem, running your mouth in that bar where anyone could hear you.”

You roll your eyes at him, your own temper flaring.

“How is what I was talking about any of your business?” You demand, glaring at him. “How is what I do any of your business?”

Admittedly you’re not very intimidating in comparison, but still.

“You were making a damn fool of yourself. Do you ever know when to keep your fucking mouth shut?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask your brother? He seemed to know how to shut me up.” The words come out before you can stop them.

Joel exhales slowly, pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger.

“Is there a reason you’re being such a goddamn bitch? Fucking my brother included.” He’s so damn frustrated right now, not understanding what’s gotten into you.

Usually you’re so sweet to him, the pair of you dancing around the mutual attraction you share. He’s not going to push it if you don’t, but maybe he’s misread things?

You stare at him.

“Are you fucking serious right now? You don’t know why I’m mad at you?”

He just stares at you.

“I heard you and Tess, you asshole. So yeah. I know that for all your sweet words and the way we’ve been dancing around the subject? That’s just how you are, right? Anything to get laid, I guess.” You spit the words.

Something in his gaze snaps as he crosses to you, backs you against the wall, slams one hand into the cracked plaster beside your shoulder, the other settling on your throat.

You’re too angry to be scared, even though you know he’s dangerous, know you’ve pushed him too far, like poking a goddamn angry bear.

“First, don’t fucking assume that you know any goddamn thing about what happened that day.” He’s leaning right down to you, you can smell the whiskey on him, but still you aren’t afraid.

“Second, don’t presume that I’m that sort of bastard. You really think I’d do that to you?”

You glare at him.

“You already have.” You hate that your voice shakes as you say it.

Joel sighs as he looks at you.

“I’ve known her almost as long as you’ve been alive. Almost but not quite. There’s a difference between me fucking her when it means nothing, and what you’ve done.”

You glare at him again, because you don’t see any difference.

“It may not mean anything to you, but it definitely does to her.”

“And that’s her fucking problem, I’ve made it goddamn clear to her that I don’t see her that way, that that would be the last time. Then you go and fuck my brother?”

Somehow, suddenly, it becomes important to clarify. As if somehow it will make him less angry.

“Technically, I didn’t fuck him.”

“You-“ Joel stops mid sentence and looks at you. “You didn’t?”

“No. I mean, I sucked his dick, but… I was angry, I was so fucking angry and I just wanted to feel something. I just wanted to feel wanted.”

Joel stares at you like he’s never seen you before. Like he’s trying to understand you.

“And I don’t make you feel wanted?”

“Not when I walk in on you fucking someone who hates me, no. Not particularly.” You look away from him, before you do something stupid, like cry, which is a very real possibility whenever you think about what you saw, what you heard.

“Guess I need to change that.”

His hand drops from the wall, the other one releasing your throat as he leans in and devours your unsuspecting lips in a kiss. It’s desperate and angry and hungry, but you cling to him, your fury and your need pouring into it as he lifts you up, carries you across the room and into your room.

You pull him down on top of you, not letting go when he sets you down on the mattress, kisses still full of fury and rage but of something else, too, something you’ve been holding back for far too long.

“Still can’t believe you let my goddamn brother touch you.” Joel growls it into the soft skin of your throat, grinding his cock against you, your clothes still in the way.

You shove your skirt up, hands finding his belt. He catches your wrists in one hand.

“Were you this fucking eager for him, too?”

There’s that dark glint in his eyes again, possessive and jealous, even though he started this, even though he knows that really, he has no right to be angry. It doesn’t stop him.

“Does it matter, Joel? You really think I’d have done it if you’d just fucking…”

“Just what, sweetheart?” He releases your wrists, only because he needs his hand to tear your panties down, cup your bare cunt in his rough hand.

“Just fucking admitted you wanted me first!” You snap at him, grinding yourself against his hand in spite of your temper.

“Yeah, well. We all make mistakes, don’t we?” He plunges two fingers knuckle deep into your cunt, effectively stopping you from answering with anything but a strangled moan.

Your hands tear at his belt, yank his jeans down, your hand wrapping around the length of him. Fuck, he’s big, bigger than his brother, thick and hard and dripping pre cum, all for you, all because of you, because in spite of how angry he is, he still wants you.

Just as you want him, your cunt aching and dripping onto his fingers as he fucks you with them, hard and fast and punishing.

“I should make you suck my cock, refuse to touch you; but if I do that, what’s to say you won’t go and whore yourself out to someone else?”

His words are dark, gaze feral as he looks down, watches his fingers disappear inside you.

“Better I just take you, ruin you for anyone else. You won’t want anyone else when I’m done with you, it’ll be nothing in comparison.” He leans in and bites your throat, right above your collarbone.

“Is that right?” Your hand strokes him roughly; you can feel how needy you are for him, feel yourself tightening around his fingers but it’s not enough, you need more.

“Don’t fucking push me, sweetheart.” He growls it, drags his fingers out of you, presses them to your mouth.

Automatically you part your lips, suck on his thick, rough fingers until they’re coated in your saliva rather than your slick, your eyes on him the entire time.

He groans, a sound that’s still closer to a growl than a moan.

“Fuck sake…” he’s still furious with you, that fury coming back tenfold at the lewd way you suck his fingers, as if they were his cock.

“This how you sucked him off?”

“I don’t know,” you challenge, “are you gonna fuck me like you fucked her?”

He glares at you, and for a moment you’re afraid he’ll pull away, that you’ve pushed him too far.

He does the opposite, moves so fast you can’t keep up, lines himself up and slams into you, every inch of his cock pressing deep. You scream out for him, half in pleasure, half in surprise.

Fuck, he’s so big it hurts, you feel so full you’re not certain you can take him, but he doesn’t care, doesn’t give you any time to adjust, one hand bracing himself on the mattress, the other gripping your waist to pull you onto his cock, over and over until your back arches off the bed.

“No,” he growls in answer to your question, “I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve.”

He’s relentless, pounding into you like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to this world, rough and hard, growling against your skin the entire time, covering every bit of exposed skin with bite marks and bruises.

“Joel…” it comes out half squeal, half moan as he hitches your leg higher around his waist, gets deeper inside you.

“That’s it, sweetheart, can feel how needy you are for me. Don’t think you’ll ever want anyone else, huh?”

You shake your head, mute except for mewls and sighs of pleasure, your nails digging into his arms, trying to hold on, but unable to think straight, barely able to see or focus.

“That’s what I thought, baby, gonna get you so fuckin’ addicted to my cock you’ll forget all about anyone else. This sweet pussy is all mine.”

Fuck, he wishes he’d done this sooner, wishes he’d avoided this entire fucking debacle, because he’s afraid it’ll always hang between you now, unless he fucks you so hard you forget.

“Already was, Joel, always been yours…” you moan it out for him, fingers finding the sweat damp curls of his hair and tugging, hard.

He moans, a deep, guttural sound that you immediately commit to memory, the sound alone making your cunt throb around him.

“Oh, you like that, baby? You like hearing what you do to me?” He shakes his head, grinds into you slowly before resuming his relentless pace.

“Fuck, Joel, I’m gonna…”

Oh, he knows. He can feel you fluttering around him, tight little hole becoming even tighter as he fucks you, leans down and presses a searing kiss to your mouth before he pulls out of you.

You whine at the loss, but before you can say anything else he has you flipped onto your front, face buried in the mattress, ass in the air as he slams back into you, both hands on your waist as he fucks you so hard you see stars.

There’s no holding back, not anymore, your hands clawing at the mattress as your eyes roll back slightly from the pleasure, feeling yourself tighten painfully around him before your climax hits, hard and fast, washing over your entire body, leaving you shaking beneath him, screaming his name loud enough that the entire goddamn building can hear.

“That’s fucking right baby, you scream for me. You tell everyone that you’re mine.” He yanks your hair back, holds you upright as he ruts into you, thrusts becoming more and more sloppy and erratic with each movement.

“Every fuckin’ inch of you is mine, you hear me?”

“Yours, Joel, all yours…” you moan it for him, still on the high of your climax, entire body over stimulated.

“That’s goddamn right.” He slams in deep once more, one final time, grinds against you as he cums, fills your tight little pussy with hot ropes of his spend, groaning the entire time.

He stays there for a moment, catches his breath before he pulls out of you, flops down beside you.

There’s a moment’s pause, where you aren’t sure whether you’ll still see rage in his eyes if you look at him. Aren’t sure whether he’ll see it in you, either.

He saves you having to look, answers the unasked question by pulling you into his arms, holding you tight against his chest.

“I’m so-“

“Don’t.” You reach up to touch your hand to his lips. “Don’t be. I should be the one apologising.”

“I think we both owed each other an apology, to be honest.” Joel says finally, “though, uh… maybe that was a good start?”

You laugh, lean into him.

“Skip the apology and go straight for the makeup sex, huh?”

Joel smirks, presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Oh, darling. That wasn’t the makeup sex. That was the I’m fucking furious sex. You’ll like the makeup sex a whole lot more.”

Smirking yourself, you roll on top of him, lean down so you can press a kiss to his mouth.

“I like the sound of that. How do I sign up for it?”

“You promise we won’t touch anyone else. Ever.”

You press a long, heated kiss to his parted lips.

“Easy enough for me.”

“Good.” Another smirk before he rolls you, pinning your smaller frame beneath him. “I fucked you like I hated you. Now you’re gonna find out how I fuck when I love you.”

You just whimper, wrap your fingers into his curls and drag him into another kiss. It’s going to be a long night.

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“Truth or dare?”

You lean in, a playful grin on your lips as you think through your answer

“Mmh… truth”

The many drinks have started getting to your head, and you feel pleasantly warm and dizzy

And, it’s by no means the first time you’ve had the thought, but being able to look at him so closely like this without the burden of your inhibitions, it really makes you think—damn, he’s not too bad on the eyes

The brunet licks his lips, his gaze flicking down to your own as he does so, before he gazes back up at you with a mischievous spark in his eyes

“Boring” he accuses, flashing his teeth in a boyish smile before tilting his drink back to down a few mouthfuls

You click your tongue with a snicker

“Too bad—it’s my final decision,” you take a sip of your own poison, savoring the bitter sting of alcohol as it burns down your throat

You realize, once you’ve straightened back out, that he’s looking at the way your throat moves when you swallow down the liquid

“Besides,” you add, pretending you don’t notice his staring, “I’m not the one who has anything to prove now, am I?”

He huffs

“What’s that s’posed to mean?”

He toys with his lip piercing between his teeth, and you suddenly wonder about the taste of metal against your tongue

“You’re the new guy—you should be the one worried about making an impression”

Having joined the mansion nearly four months ago by no means made him “new”

But integrating with the creeps was a long process; most didn’t take too kindly to newcomers

And, even considering those who were more welcoming, compared to the decades some spent at the safe-house, a few months was almost a laughable amount of time

Cody wouldn’t be able to shake the title of “new guy” for at least the next year or two—something that, despite his best efforts to cover, you knew bothered him deep down

He huffs again, this time with a roll of his eyes

“Fine, fine,” he rescinds, “be boring if you want to, then”

He downs another mouthful, and this time, it’s your turn to watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs from the motion

You wonder how he’d look with blue and purple marks littering his neck

His eyes meet yours as he finishes the remainder of his drink, and a smirk widens on his lips as he catches you looking

“Alright, I have a question,” he states, like he suddenly just got an idea

“Shoot,” you shrug, trying to look as nonchalant as possible, even despite the way your blood’s warming in your veins

“Where’s the freakiest place you’ve ever fucked?”

The question, admittedly, catches you off-guard

You’re not sure just what, exactly, you expected, but it definitely wasn’t that, of all things

“Hm…” you hum, taking a second to think about your answer, “I guess, like… one time, I did it in a closet at a party”

You can’t help the flash of teeth that escapes your proud smirk at the sight of his reaction

Pretty brown eyes blown wide open in surprise, you wonder if he’d have a similar reaction to you flashing him right about now

“No way. Where—here? At one of the mansion parties?”

You don’t answer directly, but you can tell he knows he hit the mark just by the look on your face

“No way,” he repeats incredulously, “Recently? One of the parties when I was there?!”

“Ah ah,” you tut playfully with a wag of your finger, “You had one question, new guy—now’s my turn to ask”

He opens his mouth, as if to protest or argue, but then decides against it with a forced nonchalant shrug

“By all means, ask away”

You smile—tantalizing, teasing

“Truth or dare?”

Fuck, his eyes are gorgeous

The party lights hit them a certain way, at just the right angle to bring out the depths from within them

And it’s brief, but you swear you catch it all—his desire, his curiosity, his admiration—all in that split second before the angle shifts and the light flickers away

You’re sitting on the floor in the corner of the living room, and it's crowded as all hell, but it feels like it’s just you and him right now

“Hm…” he tilts his head, and your breath catches in your throat when he looks up at you through those long lashes of his

“Dare”

You grin

Something wide and brash and salacious but you’re too excited to hide it

“Dare you to let me touch you”

It’s, admittedly, bold

But you’re tipsy and horny, and it seems like a good enough way to get what you want

Judging by the way he’s been looking at you this whole time, he seems pretty receptive to it, anyways

Your dare surprises him—but he plays it off decently well, all things considered

“Straight to the point, huh?” he laughs

He takes another mouthful of his drink, and you eye him as he does, already mapping out which parts of him you want to lay your hands on first

When he brings his drink back down, he extends his hands either side of himself, bearing himself in a “go ahead” motion

“By all means,” he states

You’re suddenly nervous

You swallow another shot from your drink, relying on that liquid courage to smooth over your worries

And then, deciding it’s now or never, you reach out to him

You touch his chest first, hands pressing to the firmness of his body over his clothes

Compared to some of the other creeps, like Jack and Jeff, he’s definitely leaner, but he—by no means—isn’t muscular

You trace your fingertips down—down, down, down—all the way to his hips until you’re at the hem of his pants

He’s holding his breath

You wonder if you should reach further

And then you think—fuck it

You reach down and press against his groin

He’s hard

It shouldn’t come as a surprise, considering all of the heavy-handed back-and-forth up until this point

But you didn’t expect him to be this hard

You can feel him twitch up into your touch as you press against his crotch

He releases something like a quiet, shuddered breath

And when you look up, you find that he’s leaning his hips forward, but his head is tilted up in a barely concealed silent moan

He bites at his lip to keep himself from making any sound, like the minor sting from the bite could distract him

You run your hand up and down his length—once, twice, barely a third time before reluctantly pulling away

Only once you’re no longer palming him through his jeans do you wonder if anyone noticed

Was that obvious?

His gaze falls back onto you again—deep, heavily-lidded eyes that compliment his shallow breathing

And then he swallows back whatever was on the tip of his tongue, whatever he was just about to say, and asks instead

“Truth or dare?”

His voice is breathy, almost shaky, and you relish the sound

“Truth”

A look of what could almost be considered betrayal flashes over his face, and you have to hold back a laugh at the sight of it

He wants more—that much is obvious

But you want to keep this little game going, want to keep the odds in your favor

You want to see how far you can push him

How much you can wind him up before he snaps

“How badly do you want me to fuck you right now?”

It’s your turn to be surprised

You swallow, your throat tightening and your stomach coiling with a pit of warmth

“Badly,” you answer honestly, before you can even consider lying

Your voice is almost a whisper through the desire constricting your vocal cords

“Truth or dare?”

You don’t waste time returning the question

“Dare”

“I dare you to touch me”

Something flickers in his eyes

It’s that look of I thought you’d never ask

He reaches for your thighs first, lingering the pads of his fingers at the hem of your skirt

You lean back on your hands to subtly tilt your pelvis in his direction

And when his fingers graze along the patch of skin right beneath your skirt, you’re almost disappointed thinking he won’t go any further

But then he pushes up, tracing along your inner thigh, and just through that mere touch alone, your stomach flips in excitement

Your body’s aching for him

As soon as he presses against your slit over your underwear, you have to hold back a shudder

The muscles in your abdomen tense

He huffs out a breath to mask his groan as he feels your arousal even through your underwear

“Naughty girl,” he murmurs

He rubs lazy circles with his thumb, gazing at you through heavy lids like he’s gauging your every reaction

Your breath is heavy, chest rising and falling with the effort it takes not to moan

You want him—you want him so, so fucking badly

You know it’s probably just the booze talking, but at this point, you don’t even care if anyone notices

Still, for the sake of your own reputation, you try to stay as still as possible

You try not to move or sway or grind yourself down on his hand, even as he presses just slightly harder, and even as it starts to feel like a pressure’s building in your core

It’s agonizing

You let him toy with you to his heart’s content, until every stroke up and down your slit is sending waves of heat up your system

Stay still, don’t move, don’t make a sound

You try to repeat the words like a mantra in your head, but the alcohol is making everything feel dull and fuzzy, and even without meaning to, your hips buckle and your thighs tense from his touch

“Truth or dare?”

His voice is low and gravelly when he asks the question

Dark eyes pierce right through yours, laced with hunger and impatience

You flush—the intensity of the eye contact while he continues his ministrations making you feel so, so weak for him

“Dare”

You don’t know why now—of all times—you pick dare

But you do know that as soon as the answer escapes you, you pray his dare will be filthy

“I dare you to let me make you cum”

It’s as if the gods of sex and intoxication heard your prayers

His response has your stomach clenching already in anticipation of your climax

You don’t trust your voice, so you merely nod and bite back whatever sound’s threatening to escape your lips

Your answer’s all the confirmation he needs

He pushes your underwear to the side, and as soon as his bare skin meets yours, your walls try to squeeze around something that isn’t there

He takes in a sharp breath through his nose as he feels the sheer amount of slick coating his fingers

Up and down, he leisurely gathers your arousal—almost as if to see just how much you can possibly produce

And fuck—the wait for him to finally finger-fuck you is driving you insane

You’re on the verge of making some impatient comment, when, as if sensing your agitation, he finally sinks two fingers into your folds

It punches the air out of your lungs in some undignified whimper

With all of his attention focused solely on you—on your expression, on your body’s reaction—it feels like you’re at the center of his world

When he curls his fingers up and drags his touch against that certain spot inside of you, you consider it somewhat of a miracle you manage to stay quiet

In and out, in and out, he repeatedly brushes right against your most sensitive spot, and it feels like your body’s burning with need

You’re certain it must be obvious by now—between the jerking motion of his hand beneath your skirt and your inability to remain still, how could anyone not know what’s going on?

Your only hope is that the lights are dim and it’s crowded, and you’re huddled together in a corner on the floor

So maybe—maybe it’s not that bad

It’s all you can tell yourself to try to convince yourself this is fine

Because at this point, even if you did get called out, you’re not sure you’d want him to stop

You squirm, your body tensing and fluttering around him, and it’s like the more you try to remain in control, the less you can stifle your faint little whines and whimpers

You’ve no choice but to sink your teeth into your bottom lip to force yourself to keep it shut

“Fuck, atta girl~”

Even in the dim lighting, you don’t fail to notice the way he subtly shifts to readjust his dick in his pants

You’re about to make some teasing comment about it—because even though he has his hand between your legs and you’re just about drunk on the cusp of your orgasm, you don’t want him to realize how much control he has over you

But then he jerks his fingers harder into you and your head rolls back and every fibre of your being tenses

“C’mon baby, cum for me. Be a good girl and cum around my fingers—“

His low, husky commands have you teetering on the precipice of your climax

You try to stave it back—try to remain in control of your own body—but the more you hold it off, the more the pressure builds

You bring a hand up to your mouth, brows knitting in bliss if not for the worry about being way too loud lacing your features

And then he murmurs out some other filthy nothings, and his thumb reaches up to jerk your clit harder—and you just can’t help it anymore

In the middle of a party, out in the open, you cum—hard

The music and indistinct chatter is the only thing stopping everyone from hearing your slew of muffled cries

Your cunt clenches and spasms around his digits, and it only encourages him to keep pumping them inside you until you’re squeezing your legs shut to make him stop

Panting and shaking, you watch as he pulls his fingers free, which glisten in the LED lights with your arousal, and pop them between his lips

He looks beyond ravenous for more as he savors your taste

And even though you’ve just cum, it has yet another wave of thrill rushing down your spine

“Truth or dare?” you ask again, your breaths low and shallow

A glimmer of curiosity sparks in his eyes, as though he didn’t expect you to want to keep playing

“Dare,” he answers

You don’t hesitate as you give your response

“I dare you to come to my room tonight”

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3. “Tell me to leave and I’ll never bother you again.”

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James Potter fucked up. 

He wasn’t exactly sure how he had fucked up, but he knew he fucked up monumentally when you came down for breakfast, slumped down a few seats away from him and totally blanked him.

He played it off as a rough morning at first. After all, you were never a morning person and you seemed pleased enough with him last night when you sat curled under a blanket with him as your friends laughed and joked around you into the early hours of the morning. 

He was clearly just overreacting. 

But then your shared potions class after lunch came around and you still weren’t talking to him. You weren’t talking to anyone. 

“You must’ve done something to piss her off,” Sirius said to him, watching as his best friend slumped back against the grass as he glared above at the cloudless sky.

“No shit,” James grumbled.

“Have you tried talking to her?” Remus asked, propped on his elbows with the book he was previously reading abandoned to the side.

“Well…no,” James murmured, clearing his throat a little when Sirius snorted. “But she won’t even look at me!”

“And how will poor Prongs ever live on when his little girlfriend won’t even smile at him,” Sirius teased, reaching over to poke his cheek only for James to bat his hand away.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” the boy whined helplessly, though both boys sitting next to him knew well enough how much James wished that weren’t true. He just hadn’t quite gained the courage to ask you out yet—how truly Gryffindor of him.

“Just ask her, mate,” Remus suggested with a shrug. “What’s the worst that can happen?” 

James established that there were at least three outcomes that could come from asking you, and each was just as bad as the last. One: you wouldn’t even acknowledge his question. Two: you would hex him and then go back to pretending he didn’t exist. Three: you would laugh at the fact he even cared to ask, hex him and then go back to pretending he didn’t exist. 

Each left James completely unsatisfied with your sudden distance and a bitter taste in his mouth at the mere idea he may lose you. And despite all these outcomes racing through his head, James still found himself standing outside your dorm, muttering to himself before he bit the bullet and knocked. 

It took thirty seconds for you to open the door and they had to be the longest thirty seconds of his life. However, when you did open the door, James barely gave you a chance to properly take in who was even standing across from you before he began rambling. 

“Listen, I totally get that you might hate my guts right now and that maybe you wanna hex me but I just need to say this before I lose the chance because it would kill me if you didn’t know that I am so sorry for whatever I have done to make you try avoid me or whatever else it is—”

“James.”

“—but I really like you and this is totally not the time to say it, like at all even and I just—”

“James.” 

“—I really wanted you to know that if there is any chance you could forgive me or even tell me what I did so I can rectify it—” 

“JAMES!” 

The boy stopped suddenly, his cheeks burning red as he took in your expression for the first time and held back his wince. “Tell me to leave and I’ll never bother you again. I promise.”

“What are you going on about?” you asked, still feeling bleary and fuzzy from the nap you were taking minutes ago, and not finding much help in the annoyingly bright torches in the corridor. 

“I–” James cleared his throat. “You were angry with me today and I just wanna tell you I’m sorry for whatever I’ve done.” 

Your brows furrowed together. “James, I’m not angry with you.”

He blinked. “You’re not?”

“No, I’m not,” you sighed.

“But…you ignored me all day,” he murmured, looking a bit like a kicked puppy with his pouted lips.

“I didn’t mean to,” you explained, feeling your face softening and your annoyance from him waking you up quickly melting away. “I just…I woke up with a migraine and it wasn’t getting any better no matter what I did. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, James.”

His lips parted with a soft ‘oh’.

“If it’s any consolation, I was ignoring everyone,” you offered with a weak smile.

“That’s good,” James nodded, eyes widening when he realised what he said and quickly scrambled to take back his word. “Not about the migraine! Not that at all! I just meant….fuck, love, I meant about you not being angry at me—”

“James,” you called softly, a hint of a smile on your lips.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” James asked helplessly.

“Cuddle with me?” you asked in a sweet voice that he could never say no to. “I was trying to take a nap but it would help if I had a wizard who’s always ridiculously hot laying beside me.” 

James grinned. “You think I’m hot, love?”

“I take it back. I can nap myself.”

“No take-backs, sweetheart. Now budge over, I’m gonna cuddle the shit out of you.”

.

[er-osion]

My Tears Ricochet

pairing:  Kaz Brekker x gn!Reader

summary:  A fic inspired by Taylor Swift’s ‘My Tears Ricochet’.  Kaz says some things to you in anger after a heist so you end things and move out of the Slat.  Months later and Kaz can no longer bear being separated

word count:  2.6k

warnings:  hurt/comfort

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The door to Kaz’s room slammed shut.  You tried not to wince at the noise, tried not to move lest you show how upset and afraid you were.  Things had gone bad, really bad.  The heist should’ve been simple but sometimes things just don’t go to plan, sometimes human error messes things up.  Now you stood in the room you shared with Kaz, bracing for him to give you hell for the awful night all of you had had.

“Do you just want to see your teammates die?”  Kaz snapped, back turned to you as he paced around the room.

“What kind of question is that, Kaz?”  You spat back, offended.  “Things go wrong, we’re all human.”

“That’s one of the weakest excuses I’ve heard for inadequacy in a long time.”

Your eyes went wide, “Inadequacy?!”  You repeated, aghast.  “Watch it, Brekker.”

Kaz let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair.  “If you don’t want to be called ‘inadequate’, don’t do foolish things, you behaved like a rookie tonight!”

“The others have made mistakes just as bad, if not worse before, yet when I do it it’s the crime of the century?”  You threw your hands in the air, tone quickly rising to meet his anger.

“No, this heist could’ve been the heist of the century if you hadn’t royally fucked it up!”

“Kaz, I know you’re upset, we all are.  But yelling at me won’t change the events of the evening, it will only make things worse.”

“Oh don’t try and get all ‘holier than thou’ on me.  You don’t want to get yelled at?  Then don’t act like a fucking idiot.”

You blinked back tears of frustration and hurt.  You and Kaz had had your fair share of arguments, being in a relationship with someone who didn’t know how to express their feelings properly can lead to that.  But his behavior was out of pocket and undeserved.  He was supposed to be your biggest supporter, not tear you down. 

The argument raged for another two hours, growing worse and worse by the minute until you’d had enough.

“Kaz, shut the fuck up!”  You cried.  “I’m done!”

He froze, fury overtaking his expression before he took a step back and blinked.  “What?”  His voice was grating.

“I’m done.”  You repeated in a hush, throat and chest tightening impossibly.

“The hell do you mean, ‘you’re done’?”  

“I mean I’m done with this, with us.”  You concluded defeatedly.  Kaz didn’t say anything, his expression didn’t change, as if he hadn’t truly understood what you were saying or the implication of your statement.  “I can’t be with someone who’s going to degrade me for making human mistakes.  We’re supposed to help one another, not demean each other and if you still don’t understand that after all of these years… then I think my time is better spent elsewhere.”

You straightened your back and rolled your shoulders in an attempt to pull yourself together despite the tears blurring your vision.  You waited for Kaz to say something, anything. The silence was deafening.

“If you want to be a quitter then fine, quit.  I don’t need someone who behaves like this anyways.”  Kaz hissed, turning his back to you as he was no longer able to look at your distraught face.  

You puffed in disbelief.  Your heart was burning.  How could he so easily throw you away?  Throw everything the two of you had built together away?  You shook your head and began gathering your things.  You could feel Kaz watching you out of the corner of his eye but he never moved from his spot and never said anything.

When you’d finished gathering your belongings you scurried out of the room, needing more than anything to be out of that suffocating atmosphere.  You decided to stay with a friend going to university.  He asked no questions when you had showed up at his door in the middle of the night with all of your things, just let you in and helped you settle into the guest room.

When you woke up, mid afternoon the next day, your friend, Arthur, assured you that you could stay as long as you needed.  The next few months were torture for you.  This sick feeling in your stomach never went away and your chest never stopped hurting.  Merely eating, breathing, and moving became a task.  All motivation to do anything left your body and you wandered around your friend’s apartment like a ghost.  Nothing felt right, not anymore.  Kaz had always told you that your fighting spirit had made you brave, had inspired him, yet he was so quick to turn it against you.  The tears you cried over that man were endless.

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Kaz has been a worn wood boat against the raging sea of his emotions these past few months.  He’d been off his grove, on edge, messy, and all the Crows had noticed.  To put it simply: Kaz Brekker had been a wreck of a man since the night you broke up with him.  Nothing was the same, nothing was tolerable anymore.

Everywhere he went, you haunted him.  Your ghost and the ghost of your relationship taunted him in spectral defiance, proving how small of a man he was.  He still wears the rings you’d gotten him underneath his gloves, he couldn’t bear to part from them.  The nicknacks you’d given him over the years that he kept scattered around his office and bedroom stayed in the same spots because he was too scared to get rid of them.  Because getting rid of those nicknacks and the rings meant putting a real end to that chapter of his life. 

He had spent the last few months cursing you, everything you’d ever brought to his life, your memory.  Because being angry was easier than being hurt.  But still, he missed you more than anything.  Saints, he missed you so much it hurt.  No injury could ever compare to the pain in his chest that had been stabbing at him since you walked out the door.  When you’d left, you had carved out a piece of him and took it with you.  There was so much empty space in Kaz’s soul he had to put daily effort in not getting lost in it.

Kaz hadn’t seen a trace of you since you’d left.  He couldn’t decide if that was a bad or good thing.  But tonight, he couldn’t handle it.  These past few months have been unbearably painful, this hole in his heart was no longer ignorable.  He knew he probably didn’t have a chance at reconciliation.  Hell, he probably didn’t deserve a second chance with you.  But Dirtyhands didn’t give up without a fight.  So he decided to find you, talk to you, and try to convey his all-consuming regret.  And if you wanted to move on, then he’d respect that.  Because that’s the very least he could do for you.

It wasn’t hard to figure out where you were.  You didn’t cover your trails and Kaz had an excellent recon team.  But when Inej told him you were staying with some friend from university named Arthur?  The cane-wielding young man almost threw the papers off his desk.  He’s ashamed to admit it, but the jealousy that instantly bubbled in his stomach burned and churned all the unpleasantness he’d been feeling lately into a monstrous wave.  If that good-for-nothing had tried at all to swoop in and replace Kaz in your life, this “Arthur” would learn how Kaz got the name Dirtyhands.

And that’s how Kaz found himself outside of this stranger’s apartment, standing out in the wet cold, unable to bring his gloved hand up to knock on the door.  He’d chosen a time in the evening when he knew your new roommate would be absent for a while, Kaz wanted zero interruptions during whatever was about to go down.

You were torn away from your book when you heard a sharp knock at the door.  Confused, you slowly got up and went to open the door only to reveal the very last person you expected to see tonight.

You stared at Kaz for a long while before beginning coldly, “What do you want?”

Kaz internally flinched at your tone.  “I’d like to talk.”

“Do you want to talk to me or yell at me?”  You retorted, feeling petty.

Kaz screwed his lips shut to keep himself from saying anything stupid, “Talk.”  He reiterated.

You looked him over before stepping aside, wordlessly letting him in.  Kaz strode inside the apartment hastily, observing the space with a critical eye.  “So you’ve been staying with your friend, Alex?”  He purposefully asked incorrectly.

“Arthur.  And yes, he’s been incredibly kind and understanding of my situation.”  You rebuked.

“Not too kind, I’m sure.”

“You have no reason to care.”  You painfully reminded him.  Kaz didn’t say anything, knowing you were right.  Kaz stalked around the main room, pretending to take a great interest in the decor as he tried miserably to plan what to say next.  You watched him move about, scrutinizing his every move and waiting for him to speak up.  You weren’t sure why he was here, but if he wanted to apologize then it would have to be in his own words.

“I…”  Kaz started but then trailed off, unsure of what exactly to say.  The dark haired man sighed, his mind exhausted with frustration, and plopped down on the couch.  You stood unmoving from your spot in the center of the room, still watching and waiting with a raised brow.  “I came to tell you that you didn’t deserve to be yelled at the way I yelled at you.  Even on your worst days you’d never deserve to be treated the way I treated you.”

You blinked in surprise, Kaz was never an openly apologetic person and you could tell he was unfamiliar with this area of communication by the way he stumbled over his words.  You moved closer sitting in the chair opposite him.  You could tell he still had more to say so you nodded at him, silently letting him know to continue.

Kaz took a steadying breath and readjusted his grip on his cane.  “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, I shouldn’t have let you walk out the door.  I can’t sleep at night, all I hear are your whispers.  I can’t keep moving about my day without at least trying to repair things between us.  Even if you don’t want to return to the way we were, I needed to tell you… all of this.”

Your throat tightened and you clutched desperately onto your pant legs for some grounding.  Your mind was spinning.  You wanted to still be angry with him, you wanted to yell at him and berate him.  But here he was, the man you loved sitting in front of you, apologizing, expressing regret over his actions, and telling you he’ll respect whatever decision you make after tonight.

“You hurt me Kaz.  You know how to weaponize words and you turned your stockpile against me and we’re supposed to be allies.”

“I know, I know and I’ll hate that memory for the rest of my life.  I’m a deplorable man, but the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you, and I can’t begin to describe the discontent I’ve felt after that night.”

You looked down at your hands, no longer able to maintain eye contact with Kaz with the way he was looking so intensely at you.  “I… I don’t know where to go from here Kaz.”  You admitted honestly.

“I’m not quite sure either.  But,”  Kaz paused, trying to gauge your reaction to his next words, “we could start by moving you back into the Slat.”

Your gaze snapped back up to the brown-eyed man in front of you, heart stuttering in your chest.  “With you?”  You questioned, voice shakier than you’d intended.

“Preferably.”  Kaz confirmed.

You looked Kaz up and down, scanning his face over and over for any sign that he was just messing with you, just trying to get your hopes up before brutally smashing them down again.  But all you could find was ground-shaking sincerity.  Fear and reverence swirled in his coffee-eyes and it knocked the wind out of you.

You took a weak breath in.  Maybe you weren’t strong, but the man you’d loved for years was sitting there trying to reconcile and you weren’t going to lie and say you weren’t ready to jump at the idea.  You didn’t want to give up on the two of you.  Kaz Brekker was your everything, is your everything.  You can’t imagine your life without him in it, so yeah, you were going to try again with him.  If things didn’t work out this time, then you’d take the hint and start the process of moving on.  But you were determined to work things out, because Kaz was here telling you just the same and you’d be damned if you didn’t take this opportunity.

“It’s going to take a bit for me to readjust to us.  I want to try again Kaz, start over.  I want us to work because I believe in us, I believe in you.”  You uttered seriously and Kaz’s breath hitched at your words.  He felt hope again, for the first time in ages he felt bright shining hope and restored vigor.

“I’ll give you all the time you need and more.  I’ll give you whatever you need, all you have to do is ask.  I don’t mean to let us die without a bare-knuckle fight.  I’ll dig up the corpse of us and pull our ghost from the depths of the Underworld if that means we can get a second chance.”  Kaz fervently promised, leaning so far forward he was barely sitting on the edge of his seat anymore.  You smiled at his goreish analogy, always the dramatic Kaz Brekker even when trying to repair your relationship.

You nodded and sighed contentedly.  “I won’t let us die without a fight either– but be warned; if you ever disrespect me like that again, I’ll rip you a new one Brekker.”  You warned with a playful smirk tugging at your lips.

Kaz made a noise between a scoff and a laugh, “I fully expect you to, but I won’t be giving you a reason to ever do so.”  You grinned with satisfaction at his words, getting up from your chair and telling him to stay put as you gathered your things. 

You waited for Arthur to come back before leaving the apartment, so you could explain the situation to him.  He was more than happy for you, glad to see you in any mood other than depressed for the first time in ages.  You made Kaz stand in the hall for the interaction, as you noticed your friend growing quickly uncomfortable with Kaz’s searing glare.

Before you knew it, you were back in the Slat with the love of your life.  You seamlessly melded right back into his space and Kaz could finally breathe freely again.  Things were right, they were the way they were supposed to be now that the two of you were back together again.  Kaz had never felt such a sense of relief as he did watching you settle down for bed in your shared room.  Kaz Brekker was no man of faith, but he swore to every Saint above that he’d never take you for granted or disrespect you ever again, lest he die a painful and humiliating death.  He didn’t deserve your second chances or forgiveness, but he’d work every day to try and deserve it, to be the partner you deserved.

[zombocomme]

Between The Lines, Episode 4: If Only in My Dreams

Enjoy

SFW:Pg13: *mentions Christmas and alludes to Seasonal Depression, mentions weed, purse toiletries, and condoms.

"I loved him, and that is all anyone needs to know"- Roland

by John Connolly from "The Book of Lost Things"

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Jim inhaled a deep, cold breath and sighed it out, watching it dissipate in the empty air. Afternoons that were quiet like this gave him a little more room to think... to feel a little peace. He may be a preacher man, but the air and the trees were always his church. It was where he felt closer to something bigger than him... some thing that was bigger even than...than-

Jim cleared his throat and reached for his cup, the heat leaching through to his chilled fingers. It wasn't horribly cold outside, but it was enough that something hot seemed necessary to sit out here on the cafe patio... in his distraction, he gripped the cup off the heat protection handle when he lifted it to sip, sputtering violently onto his lap, the hot drink burning his skin and toungue. He growled grumpily, the velvety numbness of his mouth after the searing pain reminded him that he just seemed glutton for punishment...

It was his own damn fault. He was so focused trying to forget he was pining, trying so hard not to think of *Copia... copias hands. His eyes. His kisses*. Now, with his empty mouth burned, he knew he wouldn't be able to go the day, maybe even the whole night trying not to think of *him*.

Suddenly bright and smiling, a woman, blonde, green eyed, and pretty, plopped on the chair opposite his coffee table without even looking up, the momentary start of a bucket of rain slapping down on the wet pavement around him, was the only thing reminding Jim that he had even been cold moment ago.

*Not the pain of a burn, but the sound of bitter puttering rain.*

He blinked.

*was she even real?*

The woman in a coat and a grey sweater peaking out the sleeves draped over her hands slightly, a blue scarf hanging vividly from her neck.

She had made a mess of setting her laptop and purse down that the contents spilled dover the table.

"Aw fuck!" She cried out loud, then realizing the table she had invaded was occupied, turned a bright shade of pink.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry I didn't see you ,uh, I mean. Not that ,I just -" she fumbled, trying to rescue her paperwork and purse things from the wet pavement.

*Jim didn't even know a color like that could glow so dazzingly on a woman's face, her little nose extra red from the cold air*

"ORDER FOR MILLIE, LAST CALLORDER FOR MILLIE!" The barista called out, holding aloft a plated mug over the sink, threatening to dump it.

The woman groaned and seemed torn on what to do. Jim felt bad that he found her kinda cute like this, so flustered. He had seen her here before. Busy and somewhere across the Cafe. She was gorgeous, but Jim sort of wrote it off

*she was just like another regular at the shop, part of the atmosphere that seemed a little brighter when she walked in the room, chatting up the barista and meeting different people on occasion, with whatever work she had brought with her... Never did he think he would be sitting across from her at his table and despite his flabbers being gasted, he jumped to action, "I'll watch your stuff ma'am, gon git your drink, aint no trouble" he said trying to help her scoop things up without completely falling sideways out of his seat doing it.

"Oh my goodness, thank you, sorry, thank you!" She said, darting away to save her drink. "No problem, darlin," Jim replied, a colloquial habbit pf his southern upbringing that, for some reason as he said it, made his stomach flip upsidown.

Jim picked up some papers, a pill bottle he didn't look at the label of, chapstick, some pens, receipts. A half smoked joint that made him smirk... a spare pink wrapped tampon pack, which didn't embarass him in the slightest... and a spare couple condoms. Which did, in fact, make his face red.

As she trotted back trying to power walk and hold her drink and another one at the same time, Jim tossed the contraband into her purse and returned his hands to his cardboard holder on his paper cofee cup. Her drink was in a cup like his. The other was in a mug and was decorated prettily.

"Thanks! Hey, they gave me a second one of these bad boys. Do you want one?" She said, lifting the mug, the gesture friendly. Her smile..

*Inviting. Warming him right to his nose. Right to his toes.*

"Uh y-yeah, sure, no prob- no problem," he stuttered, not realizing what he was saying, "Yes," too, though he took the mug anyway.The womam smiled in relief, like she had hoped he would take it.

*her presence seemed less temporary. Non recyclable. It was a moment that had excitement and weight to it, and as he lifted the mug tk his lips. The temperature with the cold mill made the smooth drink a dream. Earl grey and light roast coffee, whole milk, and a lavander sprig decorating the purple and golden sprinkled foam... "Oh, that's nice" he said, his tone sound familiar to him, like he'd had this moment before, or like maybe he'd been doing this so often the words were like a like a Lome from a movie.

"Good, I do pick good ones" she winkek as her toung stuck out like a kitten as she licked her lips that were momentarily dolloped with whip cream a half moment to long.

* Long enough for Jim to have the flash of idea of him reaching over to thumb the sweetness from her lips, and his stomach dropped and his heart pumped a beat faster at the following idea of getting to taste it for himself...*

She sat down, trying to reorganize the purse contents. Her eyes were in there with her hands as she chattered, trying to reorganize the marry Poppins mess of everything inside. "Thanks for watching nystuff, sorry, I was supposed to meet somone here and I was late and I guess I got stood up anyways but that's fine ya know, not uncommon this time of year, the husbands get sentimental and i find out i just avoide an angry wife phone call, haha, but so thats a Lavander London Fog Latte, hope your not like lactose, I think it's better with almond milk myself but. You know a lot of people are afraid to put while milk in their drinks, but will DUHMP whip cream like assuming it's healthy. But it's the opposite I said and-..."

*She kept talking, a mile a minute, like a twittering bird that wakes up during the rainy season... just talking... talking to him... meanwhile, all the steam from Jim's drink wafted around, complementing the drink she had given him. It smelled so good. His eyes were glued to hers to try and get a glimse every time she did eventually look up at him, pausing from whatever she was momentarily fiddling with.*

"I'm sorry Darlin', now I don't, I don't mean ta cutch'a off but, I gotta ask, since I see you in here so much, and this is the first time I've had anyone come up to my table-" Jim said trying to shake his head and regain some semblance of composure.

"Oh I'm sorry. My name is Milagro!" She waved in a small circle, it was playful, and it was a welcome feeling away from the gloomy grey, around them, and her voice seemed to just...

*...Keep out the cold...*

"Well, hi there, Milagro. My name's Jim, " he said, holding out his hand for a shake. A little formal, the realization making him feet terrified all of a sudden. She looked down, tilting her head with a tiny smirk, and graciously took his hand, "Oh, well, nice to meet you, Jim. Where ya from, " she said, her lilting voice dropping a little, the swaying undertone making Jim's skin shiver, but not from the cold.

There was something in her accent he couldn't quite place. "The south and here and there on the West Coast, maybe like you?" he smiled, his eyebrows raising. Her eyes brightened under the string lights outside.

"Guilty. Californian gone to Texas, and 'here and back again', hehehe."

He had heard small fractions of it before, but never like this. Never for him. Hell, it had been a long time since someone laughed with him.. not since, since *he left*.

Jim's stomach sank a second when she noticed his split second shift in mood, toning herself down to accommodate.

*No, don't do that, please. I don't want to feel like that. I want to feel some more of this...*

*a reason to smile again. Even if just a moment*

"So California, never been, was mostly up un Washington or down in Baja, which dont count. So im told", they kaughed.

" So what's it like?" he said, trying to change the subject away from himself...

"Yeah. So Cal and yes. Baja doesn't count, though I love the beaches up and down. I miss it every day, " she said, almost wistfully.

She was like an enigma flitting effortlessly, like a pretty green and blue humming bird darting from flower to flower, nursing on their sweetness, spreading their pollen. And God... she was turning his face to something brighter, wasn't she...

...*The idea of avenue palms swaying to the music, "Here comes the sun, do do do-do". Swaying as if beckoning his mind to rest, and be in a momemt he had been needing for so long. A momemt to just, breath the moment in, right here, right now*...

They laughed and talked through the aftternoon and well into happy hour and after a couple cocktails and a couple beers, the Christmas lights outside glowed in the deep blue of evening in the city, the cold and damp rain at the edges of their perception but never comming in. They were warm in each other's company. And by the time they really did have to get going, he had her verified number and an invitation to a third get-together with her friends, with the plan to have a brunch in the morning because Daryn, her favorite barista would be there and he always snuck her an extra 'pan dulce' on his shifts, a thank you for covering his boyfriends tab a couple times...

Jim looked down at her number in his hand sighing.

"*Damn, when's the last time you got one of those scrawled on a napkin*"

When he got home and closed his door, hung his jacket and quietly plopped into the recliner. There was still a small smile playing on his face as he replayed that whole afternoon, that looked more golden than grey in his memory, something he hadnt seen or felt in a long long time...

His simple tree in the corner wasplain except for some modest ornaments, glittering

* like her eyes had done*

His stomach fluttered wildly like butterfly wings in a cage. He wasn't worried whether or not he was going to see her again. He wasn't worried if he may or may not see her soon, or even tomorrow at that. And it felt good.

*His mind wandered to that brief moment when he wanted to taste the sweetness dolloped on her lips, lips that smiled constantly and widened to make her pretty cheeks glow, cheeks he wanted to kiss so badly*

He humed contentedly, a sound he hadn't heard himself make in... who knew how long, his finger absentmindedly brushed his lip while he sat in the dim living, the syeertliggts beyond shining out, painting the room in silhouettes.. shaddows.. then he felt a pang of guilt.

*Ws he like this because he was just lonely? Was he so happy just because, for once, someone wanted to come see Him again; somone was excited to see him, and was initiating proactively to do so. Lile he was worth the fucking time of day... was that it? He was feeling giddy and excited to get to tomorrow because for the first time somone was doing...

*Was doing what, Copia, wasnt?*

Jim's smile faltered, and the sadness returned to the lines on his face. The blue curtains draped idly around the neck of the curtain rod as Jim looked out the window, heat not yet present enough to condense and wet from the inside...

Christmas was only a few weeks away,but would Copia actually "come home" for Christmas? Would he really pass that window and march up to Jim's front door this time? Without prompting and coaxing on Jim's side?

* The thought of Milagro's smile and warm hands made him feel a new layer of longing.*

He spent the rest of the evening nursing a glass of something strong.

*Stronger than he was, at the moment.*

"What'll I do, when I'm alone, with only dreams of you...that won't...won't come true... What'll I do..." Jim murmured, his singing voice rolling over to run away from him as he choked back another shuddering breath, without tears left to shed. Since Copia left, he hadn't had a reason to sing. Music stopped meaning something. And yet in this moment. It was the only song in his mind. The only thing that understood him was the absence of anyone else in his life right now...

He downed the last of the glass, the rain picking up again outside, the shaddows casting tear streaks on Jim's face where the ghosts of dried tears were too tired to come from his eyes again...

He closed his eyes and listened to the gentle pattern of the rain...as he lsitened and began to let go, consciousness drifting away, his face softer now, gentle in his sleep, while he dreamed he smelled lavender in the air, saw the glow of dusk after a golden afternoon, and heard the soft crashing waves on sandy shores...the little sprigs that had garnished their mugs he had set on the mantle, watching over him as their scent guided him through the niggt into the tomorrow.

[antoinette-oshea]

It was early. Too fucking early for Annie’s phone to be buzzing incessantly. Eyes still closed she reached for the device and pressed the side buttons to stop the vibration. With a deep breath, she opened one eye just enough to see the No Caller ID across the too bright screen of her phone. That woke her up immediately. She sat up and quickly tossed her legs over the side of the bed, tiptoeing across the room to the door in favor of taking the call in the privacy of the living room.

Her heart was racing and her palms were already clammy with anxiety and she hadn’t even answered the call yet. Despite there not being a name associated with the call, she knew exactly who it was. It had been 6 years since she got a call like this but you never forget them. Sliding her shaky thumb across the bar to answer, she brought the phone to her ear.

“Decatur Correctional Center. You have a call coming from Rebecca Summers. Do you accept the charges?”

A sigh escaped Annie as she nodded before remembering that the CO on the other end couldn’t see her. Clearing her throat, she answered in a raspy tone. “Yeah. Yes, I accept the charges.”

After a brief moment of silence, the voice of a ghost sounded through the speaker. “Antionette? Annie Banannie?”

Rebecca Summer’s sounded rough, a lot worse off than she had the last time Annie spoke with her. Her voice was gravelly and somehow still nasally at the same time. She coughed in between her words and there was a wheeze that came with her exhales.

“Yeah. Hi.” She responded more coldly than she had intended to. Before she could even ask why her mother was calling her at 6 in the morning Pacific time, Rebecca was speaking again.

“Oh, sweetheart. It’s so good to hear your voice. It’s been so long. Mama misses you, you know?” Rebecca attempted a laugh but it turned into a coughing fit. Annie waited until she was finished before speaking again.

“What do you need, Mom?” She asked, this time added some forced warmth into her tone. Her mother may be an addict, a user, and an abuser but somewhere deep down…Rebecca was still her mother and she had been a victim, too.

“You know how it is. Bullshit, you know? But Brucie? He’s going to get me out of it this time no problem. I just need a little money for the commissary, a pack of cigs and shit to get me through the week?”

Annie nodded, this time knowing she couldn’t be seen, rolling her eyes in tandem. It was the same song and dance, no matter how much time had passed since they last spoke. By now, she knew the routine. Knew how useless trying to argue or reason with her mother would be. Biting her tongue, she swallowed all the rage and bitterness that was building up and burning her throat. Instead, she spoke quietly and evenly. “Check your account this afternoon. I’ll send some cash once Western Union opens.”

“That’s my girl! I lo – “

Rebecca’s words were cut off by her daughter as she pulled the phone from her ear and hung up the call. Running her fingers through her hair and tugging on the ends of the strands hard enough that it hurt, Annie focused on that pain to fight the emotional tears back and her eyes watering instead from the force. After a moment of composure, she returned to bed.

“Who was that?” His voice sounded in the darkness as she slipped back between the sheets and nuzzled into the warmth. The comfort.

“Wrong number.” Annie answered, closing her eyes and pretending it was all a bad dream.

[mrkis]

the way life goes — one

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: na jaemin x reader 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: smut, angst, fluff 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 20.9k

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: for three months, after a hard breakup with your ex, you refuse to let another man worm his way into your life even if it was for love or pleasure to avoid that ugly feeling of heartbreak... but then you bump into jaemin

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: slow burn-ish, so much plot & way too much dialogue, fwb type, friends to possible lovers, the majority of kpop 00'liners are in this, other nct members also make brief appearances, crack hmour throughout, a lot of sex talk & jokes, black haired jaemin, jaemin is super mysterious and hot, explicit content, swearing, alcohol consumption, mention of exes, heavy make-out session, groping, yangyang trying to get it on with the mc

"There's a rumour going around that Jeno is sleeping with Yeeun"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Miwoo barely speaks through her mouthful of cereal, cheeks puffed and milk seeping through the corners of her mouth as she stares over at Haru with rage. Haru, who is laying across the sofa with her feet resting in your lap, shakes her head as she flicks through her phone before pointing the screen in both of your directions.

You both lean forwards, seeing that it shows a few messages between Haru and a few other girls in a groupchat that you had muted the second it was made, not interested in all the drama and the gossip that your classmates were obsessed with.

The messages weren't exactly proof that Jeno was sleeping with Yeeun, but the girl in question failed to deny any of the rumours and accusations that were thrown at her, only ever replying with a winky face or a tongue emoji.

"Didn't you guys just go on a break?" You ask Miwoo as your turn to face her with a confused expression, watching as she swallows her cereal with a scowl, leaning back against the cushions as she fishes for her phone out of her hoodie.

"Yup" The bitterness is clear in her tone as she angrily swipes through her phone, annoyance and betrayal obvious on her features. You were aware that the relationship between Miwoo and Jeno wasn't exactly the healthiest, but you know how deeply Miwoo is into him despite all the obvious flaws.

The two have been on and off for years, breaking up with the wildest of arguments and then getting back together a few hours later (sometimes it was seconds) with angry makeup sex which usually ends up with you and Haru having to plug your ears with earphones and turning the music on to max volume whenever it happened.

"It could be a lie" Haru says as she glances at Miwoo over the top of her phone, eyeing her for a brief moment before bringing her attention back to her screen. "You know how obsessed Yeeun is with the guy... she would do anything to have Jeno's dick shoved down her throat"

"Yeah, well, I hope she chokes on it and dies" Miwoo sneers as she shoves another spoonful of cereal into her mouth, munching angrily as she glares down at her own phone screen, reading through the group chat messages.

You smile in amusement at her choice of words as Haru snorts, removing her feet from your lap to sit up comfortably, rubbing the back of her neck.

Miwoo glances over at Haru. “Can you ask Renjun for me or something?”

Haru arches a brow. "Ask him what?"

"If Jeno is sleeping with that thing" She pulls a face of disgust, refusing to say the name of the girl that is possibly sleeping with her ex. Haru looks unamused and Miwoo is quick to put her bowl of cereal down to clasp her hands together and whines. “Please!!! I need to know if it’s true, okay?! Can you please ask your boyfriend if—”

"Renjun isn't my boyfriend"

"Oh, so he's just some random guy that takes you out on dates, compliments you, kisses you, stays the night and fucks you?? My bad!" Sarcasm rolls off Miwoo’s tongue and the annoyed look on Haru’s face makes you laugh but you’re quick to cover it with a cough as she glares your way. “Look, can you please ask your boyfriend who apparently isn’t your boyfriend if his roommate is sleeping with Yeeun?”

"Fine" Haru gives in and it makes Miwoo squeal, jumping over the coffee table to tackle Haru in a hug, wrapping herself around Haru’s body which causes her to grumble and complain at Miwoo’s weight but she makes no effort to throw her off, the little smile on her face giving away how she truly felt about Miwoo’s affections.

“Oh, and while you’re at it, why don’t you ask Renjun about hooking one of his friends up with Y/N?” Miwoo smiles at you teasingly. "I know how badly Yangyang wants to hit it"

"No way. Leave me out of this” You shake your head, watching as Miwoo pulls herself off of Haru to give you a look, crossing her arms over her chest with a familiar glint in her eyes and you mirror her actions, shaking your head again. “I’m serious… I don’t want this conversation again”

"I was only kidding" Miwoo pouts but she soon begins to whine as she tugs at your arm. "But, come on... you haven't had sex in, like, three months!! You used to have more sex than me and Haru combined when you and Eric were—"

"Miwoo" You warn her and regret instantly washes over her face as she realises what she said. Haru is quiet but she observes you, watching your facial expression which switches between annoyance and sadness. Haru knows that Eric is a touchy subject and that you do not like talking about the boy who had basically broke your heart.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to say that, it's just—"

"No, it's fine" You cut her off, giving her a tight lipped smile. "But stop trying to hook me up with anyone, especially our friends!! I'm not interested in dating or anything... I'm perfectly fine with how the way things are now"

"Still, no sex?" Miwoo stares at you in disbelief before she shakes her head. "Couldn't be me"

You can’t help but smile at that, familiar with how much time Miwoo likes to spend ‘rolling around the sheets’ with Jeno. You never judged her for it, sex was a normal thing for everyone, but it still blew your mind that Miwoo would fuck Jeno almost every day and in different locations. She was daring, that’s what made her fun.

"You're obsessed with dick" Haru states.

"Jeno's dick, to be exact" Miwoo smiles dreamily before it completely drops off her face and is replaced with a scowl. “Which I’m going to cut off next time I see him. Has Renjun texted you back yet?”

"Yeah, but not about that" Haru flicks through her phone. "He said that they're throwing a party tonight at theirs to celebrate, and I quote, 'Shotaro popping his cherry'... it starts at 7"

“Okay, one, why the fuck is he ignoring that question? That’s super suspicious and now I’m even more mad” Miwoo fumes, pointing a finger at Haru’s phone in anger. “Two, Donghyuck and Yangyang need to stop throwing parties for people losing their virginity”

"Um, correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you ask them if they would throw a party for you after you lost yours to Jeno?" You give her a look, a smirk slipping on to your face as you notice the way she glares at you. “I mean, I vaguely remember you threatening to chop off their dicks and blend their balls into a smoothie if they didn’t throw you one too”

"I hate you, literally" Miwoo huffs, standing up from the sofa to take her empty bowl into the kitchen. “And just so you know, that was the best party I’ve EVER had in my life!!”

“You don’t even remember half of it though” Haru says as Miwoo walks back into the room.

“Exactly” Miwoo plops down beside you, resting her head comfortably on your shoulder and looping your arm with hers. She clings to you tightly, cuddling into your side as she eyes the TV. “The best types of parties are the ones you can’t hardly remember. It’s facts”

"Or it's because the ones you do remember are boring"

"Yeah, whatever, it could be that" Miwoo goes quiet for a moment. "We're going to that party tonight, right?"

"I mean, we can... but are you sure you even wanna go? If this whole Jeno and Yeeun thing is real then she's definitely going to be there tonight"

"I think it'll be better if they're both there, it'll be great to see them both" Miwoo confesses and you give her a strange look, wondering what the hell happened to your best friend in the span of a minute as you bend your neck to peer at her face just in time to see an evil grin on her lips. “So I can murder them both at the same time”

"Why don't you just make him jealous or something?" You suggest. "Flirt with one of is friends, get a reaction out of him... nobody is stopping you"

“You’re totally right!” Miwoo gasps, eyes wide at the idea. “I’m going to sleep with one of his best friends!!”

“Wait, wha— no, that’s not what I—”

“You’re a genius! I can’t believe I didn’t think of this before!” Miwoo cries out as she flings her body across yours in an attempted hug, the position a little awkward as her arms are already wrapped against your own so her head is squashed against your boobs. “I love it when you use that brain of yours!”

You frown. “I use it all the time…”

“Who would you even sleep with anyway?” Haru chuckles, curious about who Miwoo would choose as she wasn’t exactly the type to sleep with anyone but Jeno. She crosses her legs underneath her to get comfy as she counts on her fingers. “First, we have Yangyang—”

“Hot, but no. He's desperate for pussy and he wants to get inside Y/N. Pass” You slap her arm because of that.

“Donghyuck?”

“He once told Aisha drunk that he would happily drink a shot glass out of her asshole… hard pass”

“Shotaro?”

“He literally just lost his virginity, I don’t want to scare him with my experience. Pass”

“So... it’s Jaemin?”

“Jaemin?” Miwoo repeats the name with a hum. “Mysterious, super hot, basically wattpad material… plus, he’s like Jeno’s other half, they’ve been best friends since they were practically birthed from the womb. This is perfect!”

“Are you sure you want to choose Jaemin?” You question, a look of worry featured on your face as you nibble your bottom lip nervously. “I know I said to get back at Jeno and make him jealous, but I didn’t mean his best friend… you could potentially ruin a good friendship”

“I mean, yeah, I get that” Miwoo nods. “But Jeno knew from the beginning how much I despise Yeeun and that we don’t get along, yet he still slept with her—”

“Technically, we don’t know if he actually slept with her” Haru interjects as she stares at Miwoo. “It’s still a rumour. Like I said earlier, Yeeun is obsessed with Jeno so she probably came up with all this herself”

“That wouldn’t surprise me” You admit.

“Yeah, me neither” Miwoo sighs, detaching herself from you so she could sit comfortably, lips pursing in deep thought before she smiles, eyes flickering between you and Haru. You side glance at Haru who stares back at Miwoo with furrowed brows, clearly confused on why she’s being looked at. “Let’s get ready, ladies. Tonight is going to be crazy!!"

"Hey!! You made it!!" Yangyang drunkenly greets the three of you as he swings open the door, a grin plastered across his face as he engulfs you all in a tight embrace, pressing a sloppy kiss to each of your heads. Miwoo complains loudly, slamming her fists against his chest as she tries to escape from his sweaty hold but that only makes him laugh and squeeze tighter.

You manage to slip underneath his arms and free yourself with Haru who rolls her eyes at his antics before she grabs your hand to tug you through the mass of drunk and sweaty bodies, smiling and greeting the people you recognise from your classes as you both make your way to the living room where Shotaro, Renjun and Donghyuck were sitting.

Renjun is the first to spot you both approaching, standing up from the sofa to greet Haru with a kiss which she immediately reciprocates and you watch in amusement, remembering what she had said earlier. Not my boyfriend, my ass. You push past their bodies to get to Shotaro, holding out a crate of beer.

“Here you go, big guy" You give him a big cheesy grin. "I couldn’t find a card that said ‘congratulations on losing your virginity’ so this will have to do”

“Ahh, thank you” Shotaro shyly smiles as he clumsily takes the beers out of your hands, his rosy cheeks and unfocused eyes were proof that he was completely out of it. Shotaro fumbles with the crate and nearly drops it to the floor but you were quick to catch it.

“Dude, how much did you drink already?” He points to the many empty bottles on the ground. Your eyes almost bulge out of your head in shock. “Okay, maybe I should’ve gotten you a box of condoms instead”

“Already beat you to it, sweetcheeks” Donghyuck proudly grins as he throws his arm around Shotaro’s shoulder. “Me and Yang got everything that he and his penis needs”

“Wow, how incredibly thoughtful of you” You speak with a sarcastic tone, giving him a tight lipped smile. Donghyuck shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly just as Miwoo stumbles into the living room with Yangyang at her side, clearly not impressed with having him follow her around and cling to her side.

“Someone better get him away from me before I yank off his balls and make him eat them” Miwoo warns angrily and fear washes over Yangyang’s face, instantly covering his area as he’s dragged to the sofas by Donghyuck.

“What is it with you and balls?”

“Easy to grab” Miwoo answers easily before she turns her attention towards Renjun who now has Haru on his lap, arms loosely wrapping around her waist while she has one arm around his shoulder. Miwoo raises a brow. “Really? Not your boyfriend?”

“We just don’t want a label, got a problem with that?” Renjun asks her with a look of annoyance.

Miwoo scowls at his cocky attitude. “No, but I’m going to have a problem with you. Why didn’t you answer Haru when she asked if Jeno slept with Yeeun?”

“Because whatever he does is none of my business” Renjun answers. “Besides, why does it even matter? You guys will be back together by tonight anyway, it’s how you both work”

“Not this time” Miwoo snaps as she glances around the room, eyeing the faces of the people who were lingering around. “Where is Jaemin?”

“He’s probably lurking around here somewhere, like he usually does” Donghyuck cracks open the beer can from the crate you had bought, bringing it to his lips and taking a swig before eyeing Miwoo, raising a brow. “Why do you want to know where Jaemin is?”

“It’s none of your business” Miwoo grumbles as she spins on her heel and disappears into the mass of bodies, searching to find the boy in question.

You sigh as you watch her go, debating on whether to follow behind and try and talk her out of sleeping with her ex's best friend but you knew it wouldn’t work. Once Miwoo is set on doing something, there’s no way of convincing or even stopping her. She’s stubborn, which is good for some situations, but it’s one of the quickest ways to get into trouble.

Haru, on the other hand, now seems unbothered by what Miwoo is doing now that she’s with Renjun, all of her thoughts and feelings that she was having vanished the second she’s in his embrace.

Haru is definitely the one that seemed the most chilled out of you and Miwoo. Even if she is mentally struggling or troubled, she usually kept it to herself and dealt with them alone despite your many attempts of telling her that she could come confide in you whenever she pleased.

However, over time, you notice that Renjun’s the one who she speaks to when she’s down and how happy he makes her with simple words and gestures. It surprised you, a lot, especially in seeing a side to Renjun you thought you’d never witness.

Renjun was an asshole to everyone else, but he wasn’t to her. How cliché.

“Here, drink up” A beer can is shoved in front of your face. You blink, taking the can in your own hands as you look at the person who gave it to you. Yangyang wears a grin on his face. “I forbid to let you be the only sober person here”

“Is that what you said to Shotaro?” You query as you side eye the boy who seems like he’s going to pass out, giddily smiling and eyes fluttering shut as he listens to Donghyuck talk about him finally ‘becoming a man’.

“Yeah, of course!” Yangyang pushes the can in your hand. “Drink up, baby!”

You roll your eyes whilst you bring the can to your lips and tip your head back, chugging the beverage that sends a satisfying burn down your throat, furrowing your brows in annoyance as some of the drink seeps through the corners of your mouth. You toss the empty can to the side, wiping your chin with the back of your hand before reaching for another but you pause as you feel eyes burn into your head.

You look up, seeing Yangyang, Donghyuck and Shotaro stare at you with wide eyes and their mouth agape while Haru looks proud, sending a thumbs up your way before Renjun brings her attention back to him, gripping her chin and attacking her mouth with his own.

“What?”

“I genuinely think you’re the love of my life” Yangyang says in awe. “That was so hot”

“Me chugging down a beer was… hot?” Your face scrunches in confusion, Yangyang continuing to stare at you in awe while Donghyuck hastily nods in agreement. “I don’t know if that is creepy or concerning... you guys get weirder every time we see each other—apart from you, Shotaro, don’t let them corrupt you”

“Okay!” Shotaro beams.

“You say we’re weird but you can’t seem to stay away from us” Yangyang points out as his hands reach out to you, resting on your hips and pulling you forwards until your knees hit his own. “You’re making me nervous by standing in front of me”

“All seats are taken, Yang”

“But not this one” His head gestures down to his lap as he tugs you again with a sleazy grin. “Come sit on dad—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence” You cut him off quickly as you grip his wrists to stop his fingers dancing along your sides to try and tickle you. “I don’t fuck with daddy kinks”

“Liar. You just haven’t found the right one to call daddy yet” Yangyang teases while he rips his wrists out of your grasp to attack your sides again. “Sit down and I’ll stop”

“Fine!” You laugh, giving in and allowing him to pull you down to his lap. Yangyang cheers, wrapping his one arm around your side once you manage to get yourself comfortable but you pause as you feel something hard dig into your back. “I really hope you have a phone in your pocket, Yang”

“No, I’m just happy to see you”

“Do you have no self control?” You turn your head to look at him with an amused smile. “Seriously, how do you get turned on so much?!”

“You’re hot” Yangyang shrugs his shoulders as if it’s nothing. “You’ve sat on my lap multiple times before, how is this the only boner you’ve felt?”

“I don’t casually just feel for your boners, Yang”

A smug grin appears on his lips. “Well, I wouldn’t mind if you did. You can feel me up all you want—”

You fake gag. “You seriously need to get laid”

“You know, it will not surprise me if you guys hook-up at some point” Donghyuck pipes into the conversation suddenly. Your head snaps towards Donghyuck with a glare, reaching over to grip his ear and tug harshly which makes him cry out. “Ow!! I’m just saying!! You guys flirt constantly so it wouldn’t surprise me”

“You flirt with me constantly too” You add.

“Yeah, but do you see you sitting in my lap talking about boners and wanting to feel me up? No”

“Yangyang’s a whore and he sticks his dick in anything that gives him the slightest attention or turns him on” You glance at Yangyang who stares at you with a blank face. You smile sheepishly. “Sorry, but it’s true”

“I wasn’t disagreeing”

“See!” You point at him. “He’s a whore!”

“You know that technically means he’s good in bed, right?” Donghyuck wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and Yangyang clicks his tongue, pointing finger guns at his friend before they high fived.

“I’ve heard different”

“Hey! Fuck you!” Yangyang cries out. “When was the last time you—”

“How’s things going with Aisha?” Haru buts into the conversation, steering away the topic of your sex life which you were extremely grateful for, knowing that they would bring up Eric whom they were familiar with. You send a thankful smile her way and she winks back before looking at Donghyuck. “Is she finally agreeing to go on a date with you yet?”

“No” Donghyuck sulks. “She’s ignoring my texts and completely avoiding me!”

“I would too if you told me you’d take a shot out of my asshole” Haru gives Donghyuck a sarcastic smile which he retaliates with a middle finger. “Why the fuck would you even tell someone that? What was going through your head?”

“I was drunk!” Donghyuck defends himself. “I also saw it in a porn video once and the girl seemed to really enjoy it”

“It’s all fake, you know that right?”

“That shot glass in her ass wasn’t fake—”

“She meant porn, dumbass” Renjun rolls his eyes. “The people, the moans, the cum… it’s all fake. They’re actors who get paid to have sex in front of cameras, they’re not actually a couple or whatever they are in the videos. They’re not really enjoying it and the amount of cum you see is fake… it’s just a fake liquid they put into the girl”

Donghyuck seems baffled, blinking multiple times with his mouth open, struggling to come up with a sentence as he looks back and forth between Shotaro and Yangyang. “Wait, did you guys know about this?!”

“Yes” Yangyang nods.

“No” Shotaro hiccups. “Aw man”

“Well, that sucks” Donghyuck sighs as he takes a gulp of his drink, clearly not amused at what he’s been told as he pulls a sour face until his eyes widen slightly, a thought popping into his head. “Wait, what about the homemade amateur type ones where they’re in the guys bedroom trying to get freaky but it ends up just being awkward with a lot of kissing and hesitant touches and it makes you skip the parts where he tries to talk dirty because it sounds too forced”

“Okay, wow, that’s oddly specific but yeah, some of the stuff you can see is real” Haru answers him, picking up a can and drinking the remains. “It’s just the really high quality production stuff you see that is fake. Perfect lighting, perfect bedroom, perfect angles, all that stuff”

“Oh”

“Donghyuck?” Donghyuck turns to you with a hum as you call his name. “How did you even find someone drinking a shot glass from a girls asshole in the first place?”

“Trust me” Donghyuck’s face seems mortified. “You don’t wanna know”

You had lost count of how many beers and shots you’ve consumed, wobbling around the house and grasping onto the walls as if it would help you keep your balance. You’ve tripped more times than you would like to admit and bumped into randoms who gave you the dirtiest looks for spilling their drinks. You didn’t care, not one bit.

You’re unsure on how, but you were talked into playing so many drinking games (that you didn’t even know existed) by Donghyuck and Yangyang. You were positive the majority of the games were made up just so people could have an excuse to drink more.

You watch your friends from afar with a drink in your hand; Haru and Renjun playing beer pong with another couple who you didn’t recognise, the two cheering and embracing each other tightly whenever they had gotten a ball into a cup, before throwing up their middle fingers to the opposite team. They were a perfect match.

Miwoo drinks shots after shots while staring over at the other side of the room where Jeno stands with a group of people, laughing at whatever was said by one of the boys. Yeeun and her friends were a part of the group but they weren’t standing next to each other or acknowledging each other, still, you knew that Miwoo would be infuriated.

Shotaro is dancing in the middle of the room with Yangyang who is having trouble copying his difficult moves and tripping over his own feet, the two laughing whenever he tumbles to the ground and complains that the room is spinning too fast.

Donghyuck is sat on the staircase with Aisha who looks uninterested in whatever he’s saying, sending a concerning look his way as he spills his guts about something you fail to catch and you can’t help but cringe at the way she pushes away from him to head over to a unfamiliar boy with a guitar in his hands—

“Who brings a guitar to a party?” Miwoo’s voice questions from beside you and you’re surprised at her sudden appearance.

“That’s what I was thinking” You giggle, glancing at the boy for a mere few seconds before looking back at Miwoo, noticing her wobbling stance. “How much have you had to drink already?”

“Look at him, acting as if everything is fine when it’s CLEARLY not!!”

“Have you spoken to him yet? Or have you found out if him sleeping with Yeeun is true?”

“Nope” Miwoo sighs as she leans her head on your shoulder. “But it’s clear that they have! Yeeun was basically glued to his back earlier when they came from the garden. I want to punch her…”

“You—”

“Also, I still haven’t fucking found Jaemin yet! This night is a disaster already!!” Miwoo lets out a whine and you pat her head sympathetically. “If you find Jaemin, send him my way… I am super drunk and super horny right now. Do you wanna make-out?”

You chuckle amusingly. “Maybe later”

“Cool” Miwoo giddily grins as she raises her head from your shoulder, her attention moving from Jeno to Haru and Renjun who were still playing beer pong together. “They are definitely boyfriend and girlfriend, fuck labels”

“They’re cute” You admit, staring down at your empty cup with a frown. “And I’m out of drink, want a refill with me?”

“Sure, but go on without me first, I really need to pee”

“Want me to come with you?”

“I got it” Miwoo dismisses you with a wave of her hand as she stumbles through the bodies, reaching the stairs where Donghyuck remains with a sulk, drunkenly reaching out to touch Miwoo but she kicks him before rushing up the stairs with Donghyuck angrily following behind.

You snort in amusement, pushing yourself off of the wall to head towards the kitchen, managing to swerve past the sweaty bodies without bumping into anybody this time. You walk through the door and head straight for the refrigerator, pulling it open and eyeing the shelves to search for the best flavoured alcoholic drink the boys had hidden away.

A yellow sticky note catches your attention as you spot a bottle of whiskey pressed against the back of the refrigerator, reaching inside and plucking the note between your fingers to read it, an amused smile slipping on your face as you read the messy handwriting.

⌜this is mine. fuck of y/n - renjun⌟

"How did you know?" You snort as you speak to yourself, sticking the note back to the bottle and reaching for a gin instead which probably belonged to Yangyang but you didn’t care, knowing that he likes to constantly raid your kitchen for drinks and food whenever he’s over.

You place your empty cup down on the kitchen island, twisting open the cap for the gin and pouring in it, briefly taking your eyes away as you hear a sound, wondering if you’ve been caught red handed by Yangyang himself but your eyes widen once you see who it actually is.

A black haired male stands opposite you, attention fully focused on his phone in front of him while his free hand digs into a bag of fries, pulling a few out every so often and shoving them into his mouth as his eyes lock on the screen, definitely captivated by whatever he is watching.

He raises his head, noticing he was no longer the only person in the room and his eyes met yours, pausing his movements for a second to take in your appearance, trailing his eyes around your face and the corner of his lips lift slightly before he drops his head back down to his phone, shoving more fries into his mouth.

“Jaemin?” You mouth to yourself, taking a few seconds for the name to fully register in your head before a gasp flies past your lips, instantly turning on your heel to go find Miwoo and tell her the guy she’s been looking for has been hiding in the kitchen this entire time. How did Miwoo not know? Has she even checked the kitchen yet? How the fuck—

“Y/N? Y/N!” A voice drunkenly slurs out your name and you freeze on the spot, mind becoming completely blank in a second. Your mouth dries up and your heart thumps wildly against your chest as you hear footsteps approaching you and you mentally curse at yourself for not being able to move your feet.

You muster the courage to look over your shoulder, watching Eric stumble through the back door and into the kitchen with outstretched arms, a drunken smile spread across his face as he makes his way towards you.

You fail to reciprocate the hug when his arms wrap around you, his newly dyed pink hair tickling against your cheek and you fight away the urge to scratch at the spot with your nails. You’re not sure if Eric is oblivious to your uncomfortableness or if he’s ignoring it but he pulls away nonetheless, keeping one hand on your shoulder to balance his wobbly self.

“How’ve you been?” Eric strikes up a conversation with a question, sending a giddy smile your way as his eyes rake your form. “You look great!”

“I’m fine” You cringe at how quiet your voice is. You speak louder. “I’m fine”

“I haven’t seen you for so long” Eric states, his hand coming up to affectionately smooth your head and your brows pinch together at his touch, a familiar feeling warming your heart and you hate yourself for missing it, but you know it’s just the drink making you feel a certain way.

The drink seems to have already hit him hard, watching as he accidentally stumbles into your side as he tries to lean against the kitchen island, grabbing onto the marble for balance as he turns towards you with a cheeky grin.

“What have you been up to lately?” Eric asks you as he leans on his elbow, running his hands through his hair. “You don’t come to Sunwoo’s parties anymore, I thought you would’ve been there for the last one since it was a pretty big deal”

“I thought it would’ve been awkward” You answer honestly, looking down at your hands as you anxiously scratch at the skin of your thumb. You avoid his piercing gaze, knowing well enough that he’s staring straight at you with that look in his eyes, he can read you like an open book and you hate it.

“No, of course not” Eric chuckles as he reaches towards you, fingers grazing over the bottle of gin that you held tightly in your grasp. “We’re still friends, right? We seemed to end on good terms, so—”

“You know what, I’m just gonna pour myself a drink and go. I’m supposed to meet Miwoo with her drink as well, she’s probably wondering where I am” You rush out, refusing to let him finish his sentence as you nudge his hand away from the bottle and grab two spare cups from the side, rushing to pour yourself and Miwoo a glass.

“Wait, what? Hold on” Eric frowns softly as he reaches for the bottle again, trying to tug it out of your tight grasp. “We haven’t spoken in a while, Y/N… It’s my first time seeing you in, like, three months?”

“I know, but I really need to go. Miwoo is waiting for me” You lie through your teeth, getting frustrated as his hand grabs the bottle again, preventing you from doing anything else. You go to shout, to tell him to let go before he spills the bottle but you’re a second too late, one last tug from Eric ends up with half of its contents on you.

“Oh, shit!” Eric curses, eyes widening at the mess he’s made all over your now soaked shirt. You gasp as the coldness touches your skin and he’s quick to grab a few napkins from the kitchen counter, and dabs at your chest. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I-I’m drunk and I don’t really—”

“It’s fine. Can you sto—”

“I really am sorry” Eric babbles on and on, not fully understanding that the dabbing at your breasts is making you uncomfortable, especially in this situation where you didn’t want to talk or be around him in the first place. You were desperate to leave.

“Eric, please—”

“She told you to stop” A voice speaks up from the side, the black haired boy finally raising his head from his phone to give Eric a hard look who froze under his stare, not knowing how to react as Jaemin reaches forward to take the napkins out of Eric’s hands and toss them to the side.

Eric lets out a nervous laugh, dropping his hands to his sides. “I was just trying to clean her up—”

“No, you were making her uncomfortable”

“What? I wasn’t making her uncomfortable” Eric scoffs as he faces you and you stumble back slightly, covering your wet shirt with your arms. “Was I making you uncomfortable, babe?”

“Don’t call me that” You whisper, the little pet name bringing back memories you were trying to forget, wanting to keep them locked out of your mind as they no longer gave you any source of happiness, but anger and sadness.

“Oh, come on” Eric chuckles softly as he places his hand on your shoulder and you move back again to avoid his touch. “We were bonding just now, don’t be like this...”

“I, uh…” You try to blink away the dizziness you’re experiencing, the wet shirt that clings to your skin sends a wave of insecurity over your body. “I’m gonna go find my friends. I-I need to go find Miwoo and Har—”

“I’ll go with you” Jaemin buts in quickly, eyeing Eric who seemed to have wanted to say the same thing as he sends an annoyed look at Jaemin who completely ignores it, pushing himself off of the kitchen counter to stand beside you.

You want to protest, to say everything is fine and you can go find them yourself but you would be lying if you said you weren’t worried about Eric following behind or even finding you again later on. You need to get away from him before you go crazy or say anything that could embarrass yourself.

Jaemin motions for you to go first and you are quick to oblige, wrapping your arms around yourself as you exit the kitchen and let out a breath of relief, no longer feeling suffocated by Eric’s presence as you walk towards the living room in hopes to finding Haru or Miwoo but a hand gently tugs at your upper arm.

You turn around to face Jaemin, his hand still remaining on your arm and you furrow your brows in confusion as he nods towards the staircase, silently asking you to follow him which you hesitantly do, your mind going a hundred miles per hour as multiple scenarios ram into your head.

Why is he asking you to come upstairs? Is he going to ask you to sleep with him? What if he asks about Eric? What if he thinks you’re going to make out with him as a thank you for saving you from Eric? What if—

Jaemin opens his bedroom door and you follow him inside, pausing your steps as you take this moment to look around his room. You were surprised to see how neat everything was, expecting to see posters filling the walls and clothes all over the floor. The walls are a cream colour while his bed, closet door and desk are a dark brown. He had two computer monitors on his desk, the corner of your lips twitching into a small smile as you assume he plays games.

There was a high quality camera placed beside his monitors next to a black sketchbook that had the words “photos” scribbled on top in white ink and at this, you smile. He likes photography. Your fingers itched to open the sketchbook, to dive deeper into his interests but you knew how weird and invasive that would be considering this was your first time actually meeting Jaemin. You were strangers.

“Here” His voice breaks you out of your staring and you look at him with wide eyes, seeing his arm outstretched towards you with a shirt in his hands. You look down at the shirt confused. “Yours is wet”

“Oh, yeah” You mumble softly, remembering the incident as you take the shirt out of his hands. Jaemin turns around to give you some privacy, fiddling with his blackout curtains on the other side of the room as you quickly tug off your shirt and put his own on, fixing your hair as you glance in his direction. “I’m, uh… I’m decent”

Jaemin faces you with no expression, taking your shirt out of your hands and folding it carefully before placing it on top of his laundry basket. Is he going to wash your shirt?

You point at the basket. “You don’t have to do that. I can take it with me”

“You’re going to carry a wet shirt around a party?” He questions you, raising a brow. “That’s kinda weird”

“That’s not what I meant and you know that” You point an accusing finger at him instead and he shrugs his shoulders. “I can take it home with me. I’ll ask Haru if I can throw it in her bag or something—”

“Haru and Renjun are having sex in his room” Jaemin informs you and you snap your mouth shut in surprise, not expecting him to say those words which slowly start to sink in and you give him a weird look. “There’s a sock on Renjun’s door… I saw it when we came up here”

“Oh” You breathe out. “That’s… nice”

Jaemin nods as he turns away from you to sit down at his desk, typing his password into his computer before the screen shows his netflix homepage, filled with various movies and tv shows with his recently watched list. You fight the urge to smile as you see it’s mainly filled with horror movies and rom-coms.

“I’m Y/N, by the way” You introduce yourself. “Just in case you didn’t know…”

“I know” Jaemin nods as he scrolls through netflix. “I’m Jaemin”

“I know” You shoot back, missing the way a smile quickly flashes across his lips before it disappears again. You eye him as he clicks on a series you haven’t seen before, getting comfortable in his seat as he waits for it to start. “Are you… not going to go back downstairs to the party?”

“Parties aren’t really my thing” Jaemin admits, eyes never leaving the screen. “Especially ones that overcrowd the house”

“Then what were you doing in the kitchen?” You press, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Eating” He answers easily. “I was hungry. Jeno ordered food before anyone arrived… mine was still uneaten”

“Oh” You lick your lips. You mentally cringe at yourself for being so dumb, pinching yourself as a warning to use your brain. You take a quick glance at Jaemin to see him fully engrossed in the show that's playing on his screen.

You scrunch your brows together. Are you invading his personal space right now? Should you leave? You felt awkward standing in the middle of his room without saying anything, but the alcohol in your veins forced you to stay in his presence, to talk to him and find out more about the mysterious guy your friends live with.

“You can sit down, you know” His voice interrupts your thoughts, reaching down under his desk to pull open the door of a mini fridge that you failed to notice when you first walked in, revealing all kinds of beverages that makes your mouth water. “I have alcohol if you want it”

Jaemin doesn’t bother to wait for your answer, already grabbing two cans of beer and handing one to you without even glancing your way, cracking his open with one hand and this allows you to get a closer look at the rings that decorate his fingers. Three on the left hand and two on the right.

A gold cartier ring wraps around his right index finger, a ring you know that a few of the other members wear since Renjun was the one who purchased them, it makes you smile. Silver rings of all different sizes are on his left hand but the one ring that stands out to you the most is the silver snake that wraps around his right middle finger. That’s... super hot.

You take a sip of your drink and avert your eyes away from Jaemin’s hands as his head turns in your direction. He’s caught you staring, you weren’t so discreet. His tongue pokes at his cheek, tilting his head to the side.

"Do you like it?”

The drink hits the back of your throat harshly and you cough, slapping your hand over your mouth to try to conceal the noise. “What?”

“On Netflix, the show i'm watching. Do you like it?” Jaemin repeats in more detail. You clear your throat, rubbing at your chest as you glance at his computer screen, seeing the three main characters enter a building.

"I've never seen it before... but it looks cool?"

Jaemin smiles widely at that, seemingly impressed as he turns back to the screen. You watch as Jaemin unplugs his headphones from the computer and reaches to his right to flip off the switch to his bedroom light, engulfing the two of you in darkness.

His computer monitor is the only light source in the room, the characters' voices drowning out the music and chatter from downstairs. Jaemin leans back in his chair to get comfy, bringing the can to his lips and keeping his eyes focused on the screen.

You’re hesitant but you decide to do the same, settling down on his bed covers and shuffling around to comfy, letting the alcohol burn down your throat as you watch the show with him. You didn’t fully understand why this was happening, why he is allowing you to invade his personal space? You are a complete stranger to him.

But you were thankful… you really didn’t want to go back down to that party.

☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾

Yet again, you were uncertain of how many beer cans Jaemin had given you, the evidence already thrown away in a trash can that was near his bedroom door. You feel dizzy and a little uncoordinated, unable to use your feet normally as you bounce up from the bed and Jaemin is quick to steady you before you fall back, holding your arms tightly.

“You really can’t hold your alcohol well” Jaemin mutters under his breath, carefully pushing you back down on the bed and he crouches in front of you, his hands gently squeezing your knees to get your attention as your eyes wander around the room. “Do you need—”

“Holy fuckkk, you’re so—hiccup—pretty” You slur your words as you take a good look at him, stunned by his beauty that stares back at you in the face. Jaemin raises his brows in shock at your sudden compliment but then he grins, stifling a laugh as you press your fingertips against his face, admiring his features and the smoothness of his skin. “Wow, your skin is soooo soft!”

“Y/N?” Jaemin takes your hands in his and you hum, tilting your head to the side as you stare at him with a cheesy smile. “What’s my name?”

“My future b—”

“Okay” Jaemin cuts you off with a laugh, reaching behind himself to grab a spare bottle of water out of his mini fridge. He unscrews the cap and presses it to your lips, forcing you to gulp down the cold water in hopes it will help sober you up or at least help you come to realisation with your surroundings.

The water dribbles down your chin as you struggle to keep drinking, pushing the bottle away from your mouth with a gasp of air. Jaemin screws the cap back on and settles it down on the floor, eyeing you warily as you scrunch your brows together.

“Are you going to throw up?” He asks softly and you shake your head. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel dizzy” You pout, rubbing your forehead as if the dizziness feeling would magically disappear. The room was spinning way too fast for you to stand and you were sure there are two Jaemin’s kneeling in front of you right now.

“Alright, lie down” Jaemin orders while gently pushing on your shoulders, laying you back against the pillows. You watch through your blurry vision as Jaemin glances at something on his computer. “It’s pretty late so you can stay here tonight, alright?”

“Whattttt?” You slur, raising your head from the pillow, pulling a face. “What about my friends?”

“The party was over an hour ago, they probably went home” Jaemin explains as he starts to untie the laces on your doc martens, pulling them off of your feet with one quick tug before placing your feet on the bed.

Your mouth drops open in offence, in shock at Miwoo and Haru leaving you at the party and going home without even checking to see if you were alright or even alive.

“Bitches!!” You cry out, pointing at the ceiling as if you were pointing at them.

“They probably didn’t realise” Jaemin says as he rummages through his closet. “They’re drunk too. Plus, someone might have told them they saw you come up here with me”

“Oh no” You whine as the realisation hits, remembering who you’re with and what the plan was supposed to be. “Oh shit, oh fuck, this is so bad… I’m not even supposed to be with you right now!!!”

"Jaemin glances over his shoulder at you as he pulls a hoodie out of his closet, slipping it on before he sits on the bed next to you. He quirks a brow. “What do you mean?”

“Miwoo wanted to sleep with you tonight to make Jeno jealous” You’re unable to stop your drunken slurring, already knowing you’ll regret spilling the plan later on when you’ve sobered up. “Jeno apparently slept with Yeeun so Miwoo wanted to get back at him, you know, hurt him as much as he hurt her”

“Ohh…” Jaemin hums, leaning his head back as he stares at the ceiling, pursing his lips together in deep thought. “Well, even if you weren’t with me right now, I still wouldn't let that happen. No offence, Miwoo’s pretty and all, but I wouldn’t touch her even if she was the last girl on earth even if she wasn't Jeno's"

You turn your head towards him to give him an odd look. “Do you have something against Miwoo?”

“She’s just not my type” Jaemin shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, looking down to fiddle with the rings on his fingers. "I've never been interested in her"

“Okay, yeah, sure” You snort, not believing his words. Miwoo’s pretty and she’s most definitely everyone’s type. You let a yawn slip past your lips, turning your head to cuddle into Jaemin’s pillow. “Then, who is your type? Jeno?”

You giggle at your pathetic little joke as you let yourself slowly fall into a deep slumber, failing to find out what Jaemin’s serious answer was but he doesn’t voice the truth. Only a soft smile appears on his lips as he turns his head to look over at you, reaching across to grab his blanket and cover your sleeping form.

Your eyes flutter open, a quiet noise escaping the back of your throat at the dull feeling of a headache, rubbing the palm of your hand against your forehead as you dig yourselves further into the sheets of your bed, the scent of vanilla filling your nose and you smile before softly until it wipes off your face completely.

Wait. This isn’t your bed.

You pull the sheets away from your face in alert, staring up at the ceiling which is clearly not yours and let your hand slip down from your forehead and over your face, heart thumping wildly against your chest as you worry you weren’t wearing any clothes underneath the bed sheets.

A wave of relief washes over you as your fingertips make contact with the collar of the shirt you’re wearing, happy that you didn’t end up getting a handful of your naked chest. You feel proud, a smile slipping on your lips as you push yourself up on your elbows, glancing around the room with your brows pulled together while trying to remember what happened last but your mind remains hazy.

That’s until you hear a sound coming from your left.

You turn your head slowly, eyes landing on a hooded figure sat at a desk in the corner of the room, fingers clicking away at a computer mouse with the low sound of Spell by Niki playing in the background, faint but you could still hear the words if you focus hard enough. This is Jaemin’s room.

His computer screen shows a picture of Jeno in a editing app and you watch with interest as Jaemin makes minor touches to the photo, smoothing out areas and sharpening others with small hums of approval.

You would be lying if you weren’t intrigued by his work, slowly raising yourself into a sitting position to take a closer look to see exactly what he’s doing but the sound of you shifting around the bed sheets catches his attention.

You freeze as Jaemin peers over his shoulder, eyes staring straight into yours and you internally panic, not knowing how to react or what to say under his intense stare. You opt with an awkward smile and a wave which you soon regret as his lips twitch in amusement.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” Jaemin speaks first, apologising as he turns the volume all the way down so you couldn’t hear the song anymore. “Music helps me focus on my work sometimes… so—”

“No, no” You shake your head quickly. “I didn’t hear anything, I just… woke up. It’s okay”

“Okay” Jaemin gives you a small smile before he turns back to the computer screen, turning up the volume again before clicking away on the mouse. “How’s your head?”

“Better than I thought it would be” You admit, running a hand through your messy bed hair and cursing as your fingers get tangled in the locks. “What are you doing, by the way?”

“Editing my photos” He answers obviously and you almost face palm yourself for your stupidity. “It’s for my college work. I’ve gotta submit it in by tomorrow morning”

You blink in surprise. “Oh, you go to college?”

“Yeah. I go to Neo Tech with the guys'' Jaemin briefly takes a glance in your direction. “What about you?”

“Same… Neo Tech” You reply quietly, silence falling between you both as he continues editing while you shuffle off of the bed, reaching for your shoes and stuffing your feet into them as quickly as you could, trying not to make any sound but you tumble forward, tripping over your laces.

You manage to catch yourself before you fall, trying to ignore the fact that Jaemin was watching, clearly enjoying the way you make a fool out of yourself and your face heats up in embarrassment. You reach to grab your phone from the floor that must’ve dropped from your pocket last night, clicking the side button to turn it on but you sigh in defeat as the no battery icon flashes across the screen.

“Do you want to borrow my charger?”

“No, it’s fine” You shake your head as you shove your phone into your jean pocket. “I should get going anyway… my face is probably in the midst of being printed on a missing person poster and I really don’t trust Miwoo with picking the picture”

“That bad?” Jaemin quirks a brow and you nod your head quickly as you reach for your ruined shirt that was on top of his laundry basket, cringing at the events of last night's mishaps that fill your head. Fuck Eric and his drink.

You stare down at the sticky shirt in your hands, debating whether to take off Jaemin’s and put on your own but the feeling of having the stickiness on your chest makes you grimace and the stains on the front make you sigh in defeat, realising you would have to throw it away once you get home or hopefully Haru would visit her mom soon and you can ask for her magic touch.

“Just keep the shirt on” Jaemin says as he notices your inner dilemma, sending a small smile your way as he gestures towards his shirt that you’re wearing. “I don’t wear it anymore. Just have it”

“I’ll wash it and give it back to you” You tell him, already feeling awkward enough having to borrow his shirt, you didn’t want to keep it any longer. Jaemin nods and turns back to his computer screen, saving his progress and exiting the editing app to put his PC on sleep mode. He stands up from his chair, adjusting the hoodie on his body while shoving his feet into his converses.

Noticing your confusion, he sends you a smile and explains. “I’ll walk you home”

“Oh” You blink. “You don’t have to do that…”

“It’s fine, I want to” He doesn’t give you much time to respond back as he starts to leave the room and you trail behind him quietly, shutting the bedroom door behind yourself as you walk down the hallway towards the stairs, glancing at the bedroom doors that are left open from the other boys and your teeth bites down harshly at the bottom lip, coming to realisation that they’re all awake and probably sitting downstairs.

You internally groan, multiple scenarios running through your brain and you cringe as none of them are even good ones. You’re going to get teased for this. This is going to be blown way out of proportion and you seriously cannot be bothered to face them with your headache and your very unattractive appearance… fuck, you just want to go home.

“No way...” You hear Donghyuck gasp straight away as you walk down the stairs, raising your head to meet his stare, his eyes wide and mouth open wide. He points between you and Jaemin in shock, his spoon clattering to the table as it drops from his grasp. “NO WAY!”

Yangyang looks up from his breakfast and does a double take as he realises it’s you standing in the doorway, almost choking on his food and Jeno is quick to slap his back as he stares over at the two of you with a smirk.

Renjun stares at you from his place on the kitchen counter, eyebrows raising before he looks down at his phone in his hands, jabbing his thumbs against the screen in a rush while Shotaro, who’s sitting beside him, ignores everything around him as he contently sips something out of his mug, swinging his legs back and forth.

“Good morning, Y/N” Jeno greets you with a cheeky smile, glancing behind you to give Jaemin a look that you couldn’t describe. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here”

"Did you and Jaemin hook-up?!” Donghyuck questions before anyone could get a chance to say anything and your face heats up in embarrassment, shaking your head for his answer as you struggle to open your mouth. Donghyuck squints his eyes while he points at you. “Liar! You’re wearing his shirt!”

"That doesn’t mean anything!”

“It must’ve been some shitty sex” Yangyang sends a sympathetic smile your way. “I don’t think I even heard you once”

“You can shut the fuck up” You hiss as you point at Yangyang evilly and he pokes his tongue out at you in retaliation. “Nothing happened, okay? We didn’t have sex—No one is having sex!”

“Did you want to have sex?” Jeno asks you.

“Wha— no” You splutter in embarrassment. “No, I didn’t want to have sex—”

“Ah, man, that’s harsh. Sorry, Jaemin” Donghyuck pats Jaemin’s back as the latter comes to stand beside him, stealing a spoonful of his cereal which Donghyuck pulls a face at, clearly unamused.

“Wait— no, that’s not what I— I didn’t mean it like that—”

“Oh, so you do wanna have sex with Jaemin?” Renjun interrupts this time as he looks up from his phone, an obvious smirk spreads across his face which makes you want to slap it off.

You throw up your middle finger in his direction which Renjun happily gives back, chuckling as Shotaro innocently looks up from his mug, making a confused noise as he finally takes notice of what's happening around him.

Jaemin clears throat, grabbing your attention and he nods his head towards the front door, silently telling you to ignore the boys and leave which you’re happy to do, not forgetting to whack Yangyang and Donghyuck across the head as you walk by.

Donghyuck whines at his injury while Yangyang reaches for you but you’re quick enough to slide out of his way, poking your tongue out to tease him but Jaemin grabs your shoulders to push you out of the kitchen before a fight could occur, leading you to the front door.

“They’re infuriating, I don’t understand how you can live with them” You voice your opinion with a snarl as you open the front door and walk out. “We’re friends but I would seriously punch them within a heartbeat… and for free”

“You get used to it” Jaemin shrugs his shoulders with a smile, letting his hands drop from your shoulders and turns around to close the front door behind him, walking with you down the footpath. “Where do you live by the way?”

“Not far… like a 5, maybe 10, minute walk. It all depends on how slow you walk or what route you take” You explain to him quietly, wrapping your arms around yourself as the cold air nips at your skin. “You don’t have to walk me home, you know? I’m perfectly capable of doing that by myself”

“I know, but I’ll feel bad if I let you walk alone...plus, you stayed the night so I kinda wanna make sure I get you home safe” Jaemin clarifies, running his fingers through his hair as the wind blows. He eyes the goosebumps that have risen on your arms, debating whether or not to give you his hoodie that he’s wearing, the only source of warmth he has on his body.

But he’s cold… like, really fucking cold.

He didn’t give you his hoodie, but he did walk you to your apartment building.

You bid him an awkward goodbye, thanking him for the help yesterday and allowing you to crash at his place which he dismissed with a shake of his hand. You back up into the building, giving Jaemin one last quick goodbye and a short wave before you rush inside, missing the way his lips curl into a smile.

You press in the passcode and you walk inside after the beep, closing it tightly behind yourself. You hear the water running in the shower and you let out a sigh of relief, happy that they got home safe from the party and you instantly drag your feet towards Haru’s bedroom, peering your head around the doorframe with a sheepish smile.

Haru, who’s tucked under her bed covers with her laptop resting on her stomach, looks over at you as soon as she sees your face and raises her eyebrow at your expression, a tut escaping past her lips with a shake of her head.

“Where did you disappear last night?” Haru questions as you waddle inside and flop down at the edge of her bed. She turns her attention back to her laptop. “I called your phone multiple times but it must’ve died… Miwoo was literally on the verge of picking out your photo for a missing person poster until someone said you never left the house. We assumed Yangyang finally got you into his bed”

“I, uh, I ended up in Jaemin’s room” You reply and Haru’s eyes instantly snap towards you in not only shock but curiosity, closing her laptop and pushing it to the side as she sits up. You shake your head quickly. “It’s not what you think, we didn’t sleep together… I got too drunk and I bumped into Eric but Jaemin swooped in and practically dragged me out of there”

“Jaemin?” Haru repeats. “Jaemin as in Na Jaemin? The guy who avoids everyone like the plague and drinks americano with eight espresso shots like its water?”

“Yep” You lean against Haru’s legs with a sigh. “That’s the one”

“Well, that’s surprising” Haru chuckles softly as she strokes your head, eyeing the shirt that you wore on your body. “I may have forgotten half of the night, but I’m pretty sure that’s not the shirt you left in”

“It’s Jaemin’s… also related to the situation with Eric” You sigh as you remember the events that happened last night, grimacing at the thought of having the interaction with Eric. “He spilt a drink down my shirt and was trying to clean up the mess with napkins, it was the worst… he kept touching my chest and that’s when Jaemin got involved”

“Good, I hope Jaemin scared him away”

You snort. “Me too”

“So… What happened with Jaemin after the whole Eric situation?” Haru questions as she continues stroking your head, letting her curiosity get the best of her as she watches you carefully. “Did you spend the entire night with him?”

“Yeah. we, uh, we stayed in his room… We were drinking and watching netflix but I got a little too drunk and ended up passing out on his bed” You explain to her, warmth spreading across your cheeks as you remember the events of this morning. “It was awkward when I woke up, it was like I had completely lost the ability to start and hold a conversation without seeming… awkward!!”

“It couldn’t have been that bad—“

“It was awful, Haru. And do you wanna know what made it even worse?!” She raises a brow with an amused smile. “The boys. The boys made it worse. They were all awake and in the kitchen eating breakfast, and they saw me come down the stairs with Jaemin”

“So that explains the ominous text I got from Renjun… He sent me the eyes and lips emoji, like, three times” Haru chuckles.

“Renjun is a dick” You grumble as you remember your small interaction with him. “He asked if I wanted to have sex with Jaemin—just to tease me and make it worse… I wanted to kill him”

“Have you spoken to Miwoo, by the way?”

“No, I haven’t seen her yet. I came straight to you” You admit as you raise your head from Haru’s legs to give her a confused look at the sudden change in subject. “Why?”

“Well, you basically cock blocked her all night” Haru chuckles while you furrow your brows, lost on what she’s trying to say. “Dude, Miwoo’s whole plan was to go to that party and sleep with Jaemin but you ended up finding him and keeping him all to yourself—“

“Don’t say it like that” You whine at her teasing tone, lightly kicking her with your foot and she grins. You can’t help but smile at the snickering noises that fall from her lips, rolling your eyes as you glance down on Jaemin’s shirt that covers your body. “You know, I brought up the whole Miwoo wanting to sleep with Jaemin thing to him on accident”

“You what?!” Haru doubles over with laughter, clutching her stomach as she rolls to the side. “Oh my god!”

“I was drunk!! I was spilling out everything that came to my head like an idiot!!” You defend yourself with a smile, patting her back to stop her from laughing at your mistake. “But he said he wouldn’t do anything with her even if she was the last girl on earth and that she wasn’t his type… it was kinda harsh”

“Harsh but at least he told the truth, she won’t get lead on if she decides to sleep with him and end up catching feelings” Haru admits and you can’t help but nod as you agree. Miwoo is known for catching feelings quickly, even if someone glanced in her direction a second too long or if someone lingered with their touch but being head over heels for Jeno, she wouldn’t act upon those feelings.

“I literally have a headache from hell” A voice grumbles from Haru’s bedroom doorway. You both turn your heads to see Miwoo walk in with a fluffy towel wrapped around her body, her wet hair rolled up into another towel on her head.

“There you are” Haru grins at Miwoo, watching as she collapses on the side of the bed and curls into a ball. Haru raises her brow. “Oh, so I’m guessing my room is our new hangout spot?”

“Sorry, the room is spinning too fast, I needed to sit down” Miwoo apologies with a pout. “I feel like I’m going to throw up my entire insides… am I dying?”

“You’re not dying” You chuckle as you reach over to smooth her back comfortingly. “It’s just your typical hangover… you should be used to these by now”

“Is this your subtle way of calling me an alcoholic?” Miwoo lifts her head to give you a look and you send a smile her way which makes her flip you off with a grunt. “Anyway, despite the whole plan with me sleeping with Jaemin to make Jeno jealous was a huge fail, I did manage to get some one on one time with Jeno before the end”

“How did that go?”

“Good. We made up” Miwoo grins happily. “He did sleep with Yeeun which made me want to rip his balls off and sew her vagina shut but we basically let out all of our problems and frustrations when he fucked me in the bathroom”

“How romantic” Haru mutters.

“Wait, the last time we were together, you went to the bathroom with Donghyuck following behind you…” You point out, giving Miwoo a confused look. “Are you sure you didn’t accidentally end up sleeping with—“

“Hell no! Eww!” Miwoo interjects, shaking her head quickly and shuddering in disgust. “He followed me to the bathroom and complained about how Aisha is apparently playing hard to get when we all know she doesn’t like him… but that was that, he left and Jeno found me”

“So, are you guys back together?”

“For once, I have no idea. I’ll ask him if he comes over tonight” Miwoo shrugs her shoulders sadly. “He did tell me last night that he loves me and my pussy so that’s a good sign… he always tells me that after we have make up sex”

“Yet again, how romantic” The sarcastic tone is Haru’s voice makes Miwoo glare at her, throwing her the middle finger which Haru reciprocates, giving one back before laying down again, resuming the show on her laptop.

Miwoo is the one to sit up this time, turning her head in your direction to eye you suspiciously. “Somethings off with you… and I'm angry because I don’t know what it is. Tell me”

You let out a sigh before you fill her in about the night, about Eric and about Jaemin with a little help from Haru who makes small teasing comments that makes you want to disappear into the mattress, away from their eyes.

Miwoo is quiet as she listens, her brows rising in surprise at certain parts while remaining blank the other times and you’re wondering if you’ve made her upset or angry for, in Haru’s words, cockblocking her. But she shouldn’t be angry, right? She found Jeno in the end and they talked it out before having sex… surely that’s more important than—

“You had the perfect opportunity to get laid last night and you didn’t?” Miwoo tuts in disappointment with a shake of her head. Your brows scrunch together and your lips form a tight line, staring at her with the most blank expression as she sighs softly. “It’s a joke. I’m messing with you… but seriously? He said he wouldn’t sleep with me even if I was the last girl on earth and I’m not his type? I call bullshit”

“What’s bullshit?” Haru raises a brow. “That you’re not his type or he wouldn’t sleep with you?”

“That I’m not his type!” Miwoo exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air in disbelief and you bite on your cheek to hide your smile, watching as she places her hands on her breasts with a sultry look, sending a wink your way and her voice drops lower. “I’m everyone’s type”

“Yeah you are” You jokingly flirt back, squinting your eyes and biting your lip.

“Please stop flirting in my room and go shower, you stink”

The weekend flew by so quick that Monday classes were starting again, sitting in your usual seat at the back with your headphones plugged into your ears as you focus your attention on your notes in front of you, occasionally glancing up every so often to look at Haru and Miwoo who are in the same position, scribbling in their notebooks while bickering back and forth over something you wasn’t sure of.

You pull your earphones out of your ears as the professor stands up from his desk to discuss this week's work, pointing to the powerpoint he had presented on the screen before handing out papers to each of the students.

Miwoo smiles sweetly at the professor the second he hands over the paper, plucking it from his fingertips while batting her eyelashes. He pays no notice, giving the remaining two to you and Haru before walking back to the front of the class.

Haru snickers. “Stop trying to get his attention”

“I can’t help it” Miwoo frowns, resting her chin on her hand and she continues to admire him from afar. “He’s so gorgeous… my panties are wet just from looking at him”

“Miwoo” You scrunch your face at her choice of words, lightly kicking her in the shin for admitting that in the classroom, despite no one even paying attention to your little group.

“I’m serious!!! If Jeno and I weren't back together , I would happily get on my knees behind that desk and choke on Professor Moon’s dick until I die” Miwoo confesses, ignoring the laughs that come from yours and Haru’s mouth as she analyses his hands. “I see no ring on his finger so that’s a win for me”

“That doesn’t mean he’s single” You say with a smile. “It just means he’s not married”

"Shh..." She presses her finger against your lips. "Let me fantasise"

“Hey! Kim Miwoo!” A voice hisses her name angrily and the three of you give each other odd looks before turning your head to see Yeeun glaring at the brunette from the table beside you. “Have you been speaking to Jeno or have you seen him? He’s been ignoring my calls since Friday”

“Sorry, he’s been balls deep in my vagina since then” Miwoo smiles sweetly at her, ignoring the scowl that replaces the glare on Yeeun’s face. Miwoo looks at her innocently. “What? I’m telling the truth”

"You’re unbelievable”

“That’s exactly what Jeno said after I made him—“

“Alright, guys, you’re all free to go” Professor Moon announces, interrupting their forming argument. “Don’t forget to complete your assessments. I want them in by next week and if you fail to do so, I’m afraid there is going to have to be consequences”

“A punishment from Professor Moon?” Miwoo gasps as she turns towards you and Haru with a sultry look, teasingly pulling up her skirt. “Count me in”

Haru whacks her thigh which makes Miwoo laugh, gathering her books and shoving them into her bag with a smile. You follow, throwing your own belongings into your bag before heading to the door. Miwoo turns on her heel for a brief moment to throw her middle finger up at Yeeun who retaliates with the same gesture, huffing in annoyance as Miwoo cackles whilst she walks off, tugging you and Haru along with her.

Haru peers over her shoulder, wiggling her fingers at Yeeun teasingly before she disappears out of view. The three of you weave through a group of students that crowd the hallway, keeping close to not lose each other or disappear.

You heard Miwoo let out a squeal once you exit the building, spotting Jeno and the rest of the boys sitting on the grass across campus, basking in the sunlight and sharing food between them all.

Miwoo leads the way, practically skipping towards the group and Jeno is the first to look up, grinning as he sees his girlfriend and he pushes himself up to his feet, opening his arms to welcome Miwoo into a tight hug while Haru settles herself down beside Renjun who presses a quick kiss to her temple, resting his arm around her shoulders when she leans into his side.

You ignore the smooching noises Miwoo and Jeno make as you sit beside Yangyang, eyeing Jaemin who is opposite you, staring down at his camera with his brows scrunched in concentration until he senses someone looking at him.

He raises his head, his eyes meeting yours. He loses eye contact for a brief moment to take in your appearance, fighting back the urge to make a comment about the fact you are both wearing similar coloured hoodies before making eye contact again. A warm smile appears across Jaemin’s face in a way to silently greet you and you smile back, wanting to say something but you keep your mouth shut as Yangyang decides to move around beside you, stretching out his legs and resting his head in your lap.

“Are we doing anything tonight? What’s the plan?”

“You want to do something on a Monday?” You question Yangyang in disbelief, looking down at him and flicking his forehead. “Aren’t you tired from the weekend?”

“Totally, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to have fun with my favourite people” Yangyang grins as he wiggles his eyebrows before sending a glare to the others as they fake gag at his cheesiness, flipping them off.

“Well, even if you guys want to do something later, I’m not free until seven” Haru says and you all turn to face her with a confused expression. “I have work”

Renjun frowns deeply. “I thought you work Wednesdays?”

“My boss wants me to fill in for another co-worker who is currently in the hospital because he broke his toe in the store” Haru explains with a smirk, clearly finding the incident amusing. “Johnny made him carry a speaker from one end of the room to the other fully knowing that this scrawny kid wouldn’t be able to hold the weight”

"Shotaro looks concerned. “Why would he make him do that?”

“Because he is a secret sadist who enjoys seeing people in pain. Besides, the kid is a little shit so he kinda deserved it” Haru jokes as she reaches for her phone in her pocket. “Johnny sent me a picture of the broken toe, do you want to see?”

“No”

“Yes!”

You watch as the boys scramble towards Haru, desperate to see the photo of the broken toe that makes you grimace just even thinking about it. Jaemin remains in his spot, chewing down on his bottom lip as he looks back and forth between his camera and his sketchbook that he must’ve pulled from his bag during the conversation, paying no attention to the chaos around him.

You find it cute how immersed he seems to be in his work, photography being an obvious passion to him which makes you smile. You come to realize that the reason why you’ve never interacted with Jaemin before is because he kept to himself. He wasn’t one for having long conversions and involving himself in situations unless there was a reason to.

He seems shy, which didn’t bother you at all. You’re aware that he most definitely acts differently around the boys, becoming more confident and outgoing whenever he’s around them but you hoped that it would end up being the same for you too. You didn’t want to verbally admit it, but you were desperate to become friends. You wanted to get to know him better and you didn't really understand why.

“Did you finish your photography project?” You ask him, finally mustering up the courage to start a conversation first. Jaemin raises his head to look at you with a confused look. Your face feels hot under his gaze. “That one that you were editing in your room, you said it had to be finished soon”

“Oh” Jaemin picks up his sketchbook, flipping through the pages and landing on the most recent one. He turns it around so the pages are upright on your end, handing it over and you happily take it out of his grasp as you stare down at the photographs with a smile.

The entire page is filled with pictures of the boys in all different poses and locations. Jeno’s picture, the one that you caught Jaemin working on the day you woke up in his bed, was stuck down in the middle, his smile beaming back at you and you couldn’t help but laugh at the expression, never seeing Jeno smile so big.

You hand the sketchbook back over to Jaemin who has been watching you the entire time, staring at your face to capture your own expressions and feelings about his photography, curious to know what you thought.

“These are really good” You answer the question that floats around in his head and a smile appears on his face at the compliment, taking the sketchbook back and shoving it inside his bag. “Do you always put your work in the sketchbook?"

“Not always” Jaemin shakes his head as he carefully puts away his camera. “I just put the ones I really like in there. Some are memories and some are just for aesthetic purposes... I just made a copy of the Jeno photograph because I liked it”

“That's because i’m his favourite model” Jeno joins into the conversation with a cheeky grin, throwing his arm around Jaemin’s shoulder who rolls his eyes playfully, nudging Jeno in his side that makes him grunt at the force. Jeno rubs the area with a pained expression and Miwoo violently, but jokingly, cusses Jaemin out but he takes no notice as he reaches over to grab the bag of candy out of Donghyuck’s pile of snacks.

He unwraps one for himself, throwing the treat into his mouth with ease before his arm stretches out towards you, shaking the bag as if to silently offer you one and you smile, happily taking one out of the bag and devouring it in an instant.

Donghyuck curses out loud as he snatches his candy out of Jaemin’s hands, whacking the back of his head with the bag before settling back down in his spot with a scowl, ignoring the glares Jaemin sent his way for hitting him.

“Let’s do something after your shift ends” Miwoo looks at Haru with a smile. “We can just go for food? I’m in the mood for some grease”

"Sure" Haru nods. "That new hamburger place near work opened up a few days ago, we can go there"

"Oh! That place is amazing!" Shotaro beams excitingly and you all turn to face him with curious looks, brows pulled together as the group waits for an explanation to why he's already been there. Shotaro's face reddens at the sudden attention and he looks down to avoid the stares. "It's where I went after I lost my virginity... we were hungry and that was the nearest place"

You hum. "Well, that's sweet"

"Wait, hold on... Shotaro?" Haru calls out his name as she leans away from Renjun to cross her arms over her chest, brow raising in suspicion. "Who exactly did you sleep with?"

Donghyuck lets out a dramatic gasps and points at Shotaro as the realisation of not knowing who was the one that had slept with one of his closest friends sink in. The offended looks that plaster across the faces of Donghyuck and Yangyang makes you snort but you're quick to slap your hand over your mouth to conceal the noise.

Jaemin meets your eyes for a quick second, the corner of his lips lifting upwards at the sound.

"She's in my dance department..." Shotaro mumbles, cheeks dusted a faint pink as he runs his fingers through his hair. "Her name is Yeji"

"YEJI?!" The majority of the group yells out in surprise, capturing the attention of other students who were lingering around, receiving odd looks and snarky comments about being too loud but they were ignored.

Jeno is the first to react normally by congratulating Shotaro with a pat on the back and a smirk, clearly impressed by the mention of Yeji. Renjun gives him a simple thumbs up whereas Donghyuck and Yangyang lunge forward while screaming, shaking Shotaro's body and pinching his cheeks and ears as they ramble.

"I can't believe you had sex with Hwang Yeji" Miwoo gapes in disbelief, staring at Shotaro with wide eyes. "That's, like, impressive... I heard she hasn't been with anyone since ending things with Hyunjin, which was shocking because they were literally a power couple"

"What's so great about Yeji?" Jaemin questions with furrowed brows, clearly not understanding the excitement.

"Well, for starters, she's the most beautiful and sweetest person ever" You begin, the girls nodding beside you in agreement. "Secondly, she's super talented... her dancing is powerful and her movements are so—"

"Sexy" Miwoo and Haru both cut in.

"Third, she's really smart. She was in the top of her classes and won awards for every single thing she had participated in... Plus, it's a big deal that she had slept with Shotaro because after her breakup with Hyunjin, she refused to give any guy the time of day—"

"Until our Shotaro came along and swept her off of her feet" Donghyuck coos as he pinches Shotaro’s cheek affectionately while Yangyang smooth's his hair and repeatedly whispers how proud he is. Shotaro fights back, trying to untangle himself from their grips with red cheeks, eager to get away and to no longer be embarrassed by his friends' words.

"So, what's the deal between you guys now?" Jeno asks as he drapes his arm loosely around Miwoo's shoulder who interlocks their fingers together. "Are you dating?"

"No" Shotaro shakes his head as he manages to finally free himself from Donghyuck and Yangyang's attacks. "I like her, but if she doesn't want to date then that's okay... I'm not going to push a relationship onto her"

"Oh, so it was just a one time hook-up?"

"I think so" Shotaro nods as he rubs the back of his neck, the topic of his sex life making him feel a little awkward and uncomfortable. "We're still friends... we talk a lot in our class so I think everything is good"

"You're adorable" Haru smiles as she leans out of Renjun’s hold to reach over and pat Shotaro’s knee lovingly before her face turns blank. “But I will rip her pretty little face a apart if she plays with your feelings in anyway possible”

Shotaro’s eyes widen in alarm as he splutters. “W-What?!”

Donghyuck laughs nervously as he drops his arms from around Shotaro, Yangyang quickly doing the same as he looks at Haru with a scared expression who smiles back sweetly at them. ”It’s okay, Taro... she’s kidding”

Renjun shakes his head slowly as he stares at them all, a creepy smile spreading across his lips that sends shivers down the poor boys’ spines. “No. No she’s not”

The music from a familiar band echoes throughout the apartment, blasting from the speakers in Miwoo’s bedroom as she plays her most popular playlist while getting ready for tonight's outing, screaming along to the lyrics with so much passion that it makes you laugh every time she tries to hit the high notes.

You, on the other hand, laid across your bed with your phone in hand, humming along to the song and scrolling through your instagram and twitter feed, catching up on the gossip and seeing who's hanging out with who. You double tapped a few of the photos that your friends posted, smiling at Renjun’s recent post of himself and Haru sitting outside her work building with Johnny photobombing with a grin in the background.

You’re aware that Haru is probably on her break right now, hence why Renjun is sitting outside the store with her and boss Johnny lingering in the background with a juul and a soda in hand. You left a joking comment on the photo which was instantly liked by the pair themselves and a response from Haru that was the infamous fuckboy emojis she likes to use whenever she receives a compliment.

You go to scroll further down your feed until you get a direct message from Renjun. Your brows furrow in curiosity, wondering what on earth he could want from you until you read the text.

renjun.huang: john wants to know if u want that limited edition shinee vinyl that was brought it

you: what the fuck????? you: ofc i do

renjun.huang: too bad its mine now

you: fuck u renjun i hope u choke

renjun.huang: go cry about it renjun.huang sent a photo

You click on the photo to see Renjun resting his head against the limited edition shinee vinyl while giving you the middle finger, a smug smile plastered across his face. You playfully roll your eyes with a scoff, clicking the camera icon and sending a photo back with a disgusted face and your middle finger.

You continue your scrolling for a good five minutes, rolling around on your bed to get in a comfier position until the music from Miwoo’s room cuts off abruptly and you pause, looking up from your phone to stare at your wall, waiting to see if anything is wrong and you almost laugh as you hear a sound.

“You fuckers!!” Miwoo yells loudly, throwing something hard on the ground with a loud thump. Your brows scrunch together in concern as you push yourself up from your bed, shoving your device into your pocket as you make your way out of your room and peer your head around her door frame, watching as she walks around her room while cursing under her breath.

You spot her phone laying on the ground and your arch a brow. “What happened?”

“Shotaro, Donghyuck and Yangyang are bailing tonight because Yeji called Shotaro to hang out and Donghyuck and Yangyang want to spy on them like the little creeps they are!!” Miwoo huffs as she pulls one of Jeno’s sweaters over her head, tucking the hem into her skirt hastily. “I don’t mind Shotaro bailing, he actually has an excuse, but those two little gremlins… god, I want to strangle them!!”

"Donghyuck and Yangyang have been idiotic little shits for years" You chuckle softly. "They're not going to change"

"Sadly" Miwoo mutters as she stands in front of her mirror, running her fingers through her hair and fixing her bangs. "Looks like it's just going to be me, you, Haru, Jeno and Renjun tonight—"

"Is Jaemin not going?" You interrupt, brows pulled together.

Miwoo shakes her head. "Jeno said that he isn't interested in going which, by the way, doesn't surprise me... Jaemin is antisocial afterall—"

"There's no way in hell I'm coming tonight"

"Will you stop interrupting me?!" Miwoo speaks with a pout, giving you a look through the reflection of the mirror but she is quick to do a double take as your words sink in. "Wait, what?! What do you mean you're not coming?!"

"Miwoo, you know how uncomfortable I get whenever the five of us go out together... I always end up as the fifth wheel!! The four of you can go out on a double date or something because I'm not looking like a loser... again!!" You internally cringe at the brief memory of the time where you were left with the two couples during a barbeque and how wrapped up they were in each other while you sat alone chugging beers after beers.

“But Y/N...” Miwoo whines your name, walking over before wrapping her arms around your form, bending awkwardly to rest her head against your chest. “It won’t be fun without you! What happened to the three amigos? The three musketeers? The three—”

“Okay, I get it” You laugh as you pat her on the back. “But seriously, I’ll be fine. I’m not exactly interested in those burgers anyway”

“Liar, I saw you eyeing the restaurant windows last week” Miwoo interjects, pulling away from your chest but keeps her arms locked around your waist, stopping you from moving out of her hold. You can’t help but smile at the action and the little pout present on her lips. She sighs as she realises you aren’t going to change your mind any time soon. “Fine. Stay here… I’ll bring you some food home. Those charcoal burgers are supposed to be delicious”

“Thank you” You pat her head softly before you take a look at her outfit. You hum softly. “Those little chunky black shoes look so good with the skirt and sweater combo”

“Right?!” Miwoo pulls away to skip towards her full length mirror, checking herself out with a wide grin. “I actually bought these babies in that store opposite that Dreamies café we went last weekend! There’s a guy with gorgeous pink hair that owns the store and he’s the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on in my entire life. I would happily get down on my knees and—”

“I think you sometimes forget that you’re with Jeno”

Miwoo dismisses your comment with a shake of her hand. “Oh, don’t worry about him. Jeno said he would do it with me”

Miwoo left for the night after some hesitation, staying behind a few seconds more to see if she could change your mind about coming but you had stood your ground, declaring you would be better off at home while the couples do their thing all together. Haru understood why you wanted to stay behind but that didn’t stop her from sending you countless sad faces and snapchats of her fake crying which were definitely embarrassing birthday post worthy.

She sent you yelling videos after screenshotting them.

During your alone time, you decide to finally get some of your assignments done and clean your room, throwing out things you no longer needed and cleaning the trash you had left from midnight snacking.

You ventured out into the kitchen after a few hours, bored of being cooped up inside your room and deciding to listen to your stomach that’s been growling for the past half an hour. You grab a pot and fill it halfway with water before turning on the stove and putting it on the heat, humming to yourself as you grab the last packet of instant ramen, making a mental note to get some more when you go grocery shopping next time.

“Ow!” You hiss as your finger accidentally grazes the pot when you drop the ramen into the boiling water. “Fucking bitch”

Ignoring the burning sensation in your finger, you continue watching your food cook while salivating at the mouth, patting your stomach that begs and pleads to be fed.

Fuck... maybe you should’ve went to the burger restaurant.

Your phone buzzes loudly in your pocket, making you jump in surprise as you weren't expecting to get a text from anybody. You dig your hand into your pocket to retrieve your phone, wondering if it was one of the girls giving you an update about their night but your eyes widen as a unfamiliar number stares back at you.

unknown number: is this y/n???

You feel yourself panic as you stare down at the text, your mind going into complete overdrive as you go over all the possibilities on who this could be and why someone would message you randomly. You wondered if anything happened to your friends or if it was Eric or Sunwoo trying to get your attention. You cursed at yourself for deleting their numbers.

you: who is this?

unknown number: its na jaemin

You exhale deeply, staring down at the name that belonged to the unknown number, slightly relieved that it wasn't Eric or Sunwoo but your brows pull together in confusion as you wonder how Jaemin had managed to get your number.

unknown number: hello????

you: yeah its y/n

jaemin: ok thank god i thought yangyang give me the wrong number jaemin: can i come over

you: wht you: what**

jaemin: can i come over

Your thumbs hover over the keyboard frozen as you struggle to think of a reply. It was the most simplest of questions yet you were so unsure on how to give the answer. Why were you so nervous? Why did your palms feel sweaty? Your phone buzzes again from an incoming message.

jaemin: haru miwoo & the boys got back early from the restaurant and theyre loud as fuck jaemin: why do they fuck so much??? jaemin: i need to get out of here asap before i lose my shit. u are my only option

Oh

jaemin: plus u still have my shirt

Oh god.

You gnaw down on your bottom lip, scanning your apartment for any underwear or unusual things laying around, knowing how much you all enjoy the freedom of living with girls and how comfortable you are around each other. You're also aware of how many times Haru and Miwoo would chase one another during petty fights with sex toys in their hands, threatening to throw them at each other's heads or possibly even actually launching the toy across the room.

You would kill them if you spot a vibrator laying around if he arrives.

you: uh sure you: just walk straight in when u get here you: the passcode to the door is 666420

jaemin: ....

you: it was haru's idea

You're sitting alone at the kitchen island, waiting for Jaemin's arrival as you slurp at your noodles, eyes nervously glancing around to check if you've missed cleaning anything from the floors or even on the sides. You cleaned up more than you would've originally liked, mentally cursing at yourself and the girls for leaving so much shit laying around the place.

Checking the digital clock on the wall, you pause mid chew as you notice the time. 9pm. Worry starts to sink in as you realise Jaemin is fifteen minutes late, wondering if he had forgotten where you lived or if he has changed his mind and wanted to stay somewhere else.

You're tempted to pick up your phone and send him a quick text to see if he was okay or if he was still coming but you decide against it, shaking your head and pushing the thought away at the back of your mind as you resume eating, just in time to hear the passcode to the door being pressed, the loud beeping echoing.

There's a small rustle and a quiet thump heard before the sound of footsteps make their way towards you. You look up, craning your head to the side and you are instantly met with Jaemin's figure standing in the kitchen doorway, seemingly cosy in a oversized hoodie and sweats. His circular, thin framed glasses rest comfortably on his nose and the corner of your lips twitch upwards at the sight, not familiar with this particular look.

Jaemin greets you with a soft smile as he nears towards you, holding a small white bag in his hand. The smell of fried chicken wafts through the air and your mouth instantly waters for a bite, watching as he sits beside you at the island and places the bag down on the marble.

"Sorry if I was late" He apologises, hand dipping into the back and pulling out a box. "I got us some food, figured we'd be hungry"

"You didn't have to do that..." Your face warms at the kind gesture and Jaemin dismisses it with a shake of his head as he grabs a cola bottle from the bag. You push yourself up from your current seat to retrieve spare utensils and two glass cups, handing them over to Jaemin who accepts gratefully with a smile.

You look down at the half eaten ramen, tongue poking at your cheek in deep thought as you slowly slide the pot so it rests between you both, signalling to dig in with a quick nod of your head when he gives you a confused glance. He smiles again, but this time as a thank you, before using his chopsticks to hastily slurp up the noodles, eagerly filling his empty stomach in a rush and humming in delight at the taste that fills his mouth.

A small smile slips onto your face before you turn your head, happily biting into the crispy chicken and savouring the flavour that rests on your tongue. Your eyes unconsciously drift over at Jaemin as the comfortable silence takes over you both, watching as he eats his food and mindlessly scrolls through his phone.

You wouldn't voice it, but you were secretly happy that he was with you right now. You enjoyed your alone time, you found comfort in your own presence but you also liked having someone around.

You felt appreciative that Jaemin was here, despite only knowing each other for a mere few days and the fact that he came over just to get away from the noises that his roommates made, but you felt close enough to form a good friendship and you felt grateful that he had chosen you. You would be lying to yourself if you said he wasn't pretty and as much as you didn't want to acknowledge the obvious... he was really attractive.

There was just something about him that spiked an interest in you and you really didn't understand why, nor did you want to figure it out.

Truth be told, you haven't looked at someone or thought about someone in such a way since your breakup with Eric. You have been put off the idea of boys for months, wanting nothing to do with them romantically or sexually. The only boys you allowed in your life were the ones that you were friends with now, even though Yangyang tries so desperately hard to get into your pants for a quick fuck, which you joke about constantly, but it will never happen.

To put it bluntly, you refused to let any other male waltz into your life, even if it wasn't for a romantic purpose, you like to keep your friendships small. But then you met Jaemin, a guy you had heard so much yet so little about, and you suddenly had room for him in your life.

Na fucking Jaemin.

You almost snort at how stupid you sound, wanting to whack some sense into your head. You peel your eyes away from the boy to focus on your food, completely missing the look Jaemin has been giving you the entire time.

"Thank you for letting me come over" Jaemin thanks you, helping you clean up and package the left over food that you couldn't eat into containers while you wash up, letting the utensils soak in the soapy water. You join each other back at the kitchen island and Jaemin reaches for the cola bottle, pouring the beverage into separate cups. "I didn't really want to bother you but I was serious when I said that you were my only option..."

"It's fine" You shrug your shoulders with a smile. "It was getting pretty boring by myself anyway..."

"I actually didn't expect them to come back to the house. I know that they usually end up back here whenever they go out somewhere" Jaemin tells you as he takes a quick sip of his drink. "I don't think Renjun or Jeno remembered that I was still home... they were too interested in getting their ends wet to worry about their poor friend who was getting scarred in the room next to them"

You cover your mouth to stifle the laugh that threatens to escape and Jaemin grins at your reaction, taking another sip of his drink.

"Play your music loud or invest in some earphones" You say. "They work wonders for me whenever the boys stay the night"

"No earphones or no music can cancel out the disgusting noises I heard from them tonight" Jaemin's face scrunches in pure disgust, shivering as he recalls what happened and you fail to hold back your laugh, almost tipping out of your seat as you struggle to control your movements once you erupt into a fit of laughter.

Jaemin laughs along with you, pressing the palm of his hand flat against your back to make sure you don't fall backwards and hurt yourself. He takes your drink out of your hands before you have a chance to spill it everywhere, watching with a grin as you wipe the tears from your eyes.

"It's hilarious because I know exactly what you mean" Your laughter turns into small giggles. "They're loud for no reason... I genuinely think that they try to compete against each other to see who can be the loudest sometimes"

"That wouldn't surprise me" Jaemin grins, his hand slipping from your back to run his fingers through his hair, leaning back in his chair. "You know, this is going to sound really weird, but I thought you and Yangyang were dating... obviously I found out that wasn't true when you stayed the night with me and they teased you about it"

You cringe as you remember that morning. "Yeah, no. We're not dating. A lot of people actually believe that we are too, especially the girls that sleep with him and then come to me to tell me that my 'boyfriend' had slept with them... what gave you the impression that we were together?"

"He talks about you a lot" Jaemin shrugs his shoulders. "Donghyuck does too but I know he's interested in that Aisha from his class... plus, during the party, I saw you sat on Yang's lap before I disappeared into the kitchen"

"Oh, that's nothing" You dismiss it with a shake of your hand before taking a drink. "We do that all the time, it's normal. I've sat on Donghyuck and Shotaro's laps before, it's means nothing whatsoever"

Jaemin quirks a brow. "You know that Yangyang wants to sleep with you, right?"

"Yep" You nod. "It's not going to happen and he knows that but that doesn't stop him from teasing or making jokes about it... Haru is the one that shuts it down whenever it gets too much"

"Would it be different if he wanted to date you?"

"No" Jaemin seems surprised at your quick answer. "I just... I'm not interested in dating or being in a serious relationship, you know? I'm not really ready to get into a relationship with anyone... the last relationship I had was with Eric and that didn't exactly turn out great on my end"

"What happened between you both?" Jaemin asks softly, eyes filling with concern. "I could tell something was off during the party... you looked uncomfortable"

"It's a long story" You whisper, sending Jaemin a apologetic smile. "Maybe another time, okay?"

Jaemin nods his head, respecting your decision of keeping private a little while longer about Eric. Jaemin knows who Eric is, having seen him at his house a few times during the parties as he's one of Jeno's acquaintances. He figures that whatever happened between you and Eric must've ended badly considering Jeno no longer involves himself in Eric's business, and how the other boys ignore his presence whenever he's around unless they use him and his friend, Sunwoo, for drugs or alcohol.

He feels bad for you and for some reason, he wishes that he could make you feel better about the situation, but he has no idea how to comfort you considering he's going through his own breakup process and heartbreak that comes with it.

Jaemin pushes his own feelings to the side as a thought pops into his head, brows scrunching in concentration as he tries to think how to bring it up to you without possibly offending you.

"Why don't—wait, no, I mean, how come you wont sleep with Yangyang if all he wants is just sex?" The confused look you give Jaemin allows him to continue. "What I'm trying to say is, you don't want a relationship with anyone because you're not ready, which is fine, but all Yangyang wants to do is just sleep with you... how come you're against having sex with him?"

"Ohh..." You mutter, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. You couldn't believe how much you're going to open up to this guy. "Well, um... I haven't had sex in like, three months, and during that time period I've been telling the girls that I don't want to hook-up with anyone and I guess I would just feel embarrassed if I ended up sleeping with someone after trying to convince them that I don't need anyone and that I'm not interested"

"Convince?" Jaemin repeats, giving you a look. "So... you do want to have sex?"

"I... don't know?" The blank look Jaemin gives you makes you face even hotter than it already is and you groan, looking down at your fingers to avoid is gaze. "Okay, look. I do miss it. I miss having sex. I miss the feeling of having someone's hands touch my body. I miss the feeling of being kissed. I miss the feeling of when I'm about to... you get what I mean, right? But the thing is, I'm stuck... I'm not ready to date anybody and I definitely don't want to sleep with my friends, it'll make things weird"

Jaemin is silent for awhile as he takes your words in while you cringe at yourself for being so open and honest in front of him. How come you're being so vulnerable to him right now? You push yourself up from your chair with your cup in hand, feeling stuffy and claustrophobic beneath his stare.

You busy yourself by emptying the cup and dipping it inside the bowl, cleaning the glass and placing it on the draining board just in time to hear Jaemin's chair scrape across the floorboard as he stands.

"What if you were able to sleep with someone without having to worry about getting into a relationship or ruining a friendship?"

His words make you turn your head, brows knitting together. "Huh?"

Jaemin leans on his elbows on the counter beside you as he starts to explain, licking his lips. "I mean, if you could have sex and do all that stuff that you miss so much without having to get into a relationship or ruin a friendship, would you do it?"

"If you're talking about one-night stands, I don't do them" You tell him. "I'm not going to sleep with a random guy"

"I'm not talking about one-night stands" He shakes his head with a small smile, scratching the back of his neck as he becomes deep in thought, tongue prodding at his cheek as he thinks about his next words. "What if someone you know was willing to help you out with all that... stuff?"

"Like a friend?" Your brows knit together and you frown. "Like a friends with benefits? But I said—"

"But that friend would also be down for it too... as in, he doesn't want a relationship out of it, he just wants the stuff that you want"

You think about it for a brief moment, pursing your lips as your brain overflows with various possibilities and weighing out the pros and cons that comes with having a friends with benefits relationship with someone.

You really couldn't sleep with any of your single friends, knowing that there would be a constant fear of ruining a good friendship swimming in the back of your mind

To be honest, there wasn't anyone in your friendship group that you would sleep with. The image of Yangyang appears in your mind and you pull a face.

"No. I can't have sex with my friends" You admit, shaking your head quickly. "I've been friends with those guys for years and I don't want to risk anything... Donghyuck and Yangyang—"

"I wasn't talking about them"

You pause for a moment until your eyes almost bulge out of your head. "SHOTARO?!?! No way!! I couldn't!! He's crushing hard on Yeji and—"

"Not him either"

You frown. "Umm... Jeno and Renjun are dating my best frie—"

"I'm talking about me" Jaemin cuts you off again and you mouth instantly shuts in shock, struggling to find your voice as you stare at him with wide eyes. He rests his chin on the palm of his hand as he stares back, calm and collected. "You can do all that stuff that you miss with me. We basically just met so there's no worries about ruining a friendship with me and besides, as much as I hate to bring it up, I'm also in the same position as you. My own relationship ended a few months back and I'm not ready for another... but I do miss the sex"

You still couldn't find your voice, opting to continue staring at him in shock, finding it hard to grasp onto the fact that those words came out of his mouth without a second thought or any hesitations.

He's serious about this, you gulp, unable to tear your eyes away from his nonchalant form. The way he's leaning up against the counter waiting patiently for your response, looking down and fiddling with the rings on his fingers every so often makes you feel nervous and on edge, until he looks up at you.

Once you take a good look into his eyes, you feel the walls that you had built start to crumble, allowing a bright light to seep through the cracks and you knew your guard was being dropped.

As if he could sense what was happening, Jaemin smiles softly at you, reaching up to adjust his glasses that were slipping down the bridge of his nose and you exhale deeply, nodding your head as soon as your guard was down completely, allowing yourself to relax into his touch as his fingers reach out to you.

The pads of his fingers dance over the skin of your arms, seemingly comforting your nerves despite your heart racing and the goosebumps that rise to your skin. You steady your breathing, your thoughts rushing through your head a hundred miles per second at the feeling of his touch on your skin.

You hated it, but it reminded you of Eric. How delicately he had touched you and how it made you feel but you scold yourself quickly, the image of Eric in your head slowly being replaced with Jaemin as his next words grab your attention.

"So..." Jaemin licks his lips as he stares at your own. "Can I kiss you?"

You're taken back by his bold question, eyes widening in surprise while he looks at you as if he didn't just ask such a forward question. You could hear your heartbeat thumping in your ears and your palms are sweaty, you hoped and prayed that Jaemin couldn't see the nervous wreck he created within you.

He continues looking at you as he awaits your approval and you instantly feel shy, looking down as you nod your head slowly.

"Okay" The second you whisper your response, Jaemin angles his head so he can push his lips to yours with ease. He taste like cherry lip balm and fried chicken, a combination that you would've thought that would never go well together but you're addicted and yearning for more, fingers gripping at his shirt so he doesn't slip away.

You both part for air, panting heavily as you look at each other in shock and anticipation, your heart racing under his intense stare but a smile slips onto your lips as you realise there is no awkwardness between you both. Jaemin grins back once the realisation hits him too before he searches for your lips again, pressing his mouth hard against yours.

It doesn't take long for Jaemin's hands to grip your ass as he hoists you up, setting you down on the kitchen counter without breaking the kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist to keep him as close to your body as possible while your arms circle around his shoulders and he holds your face in his hands.

A groan rumbles deep in his chest as your fingernails rake through his scalp and tug at the hairs on the nape of his neck. His tongue tangles with yours as his hands move to your hips, fingers pushing the hem of your shirt upwards to make contact with your skin.

He gently squeezes the flesh of your sides as the kiss deepens and your legs trap Jaemin between your thighs. You let out a gasp as you feel something hard press against your stomach.

"Shit, sorry" He apologises with a whisper as he realises what's happening, trying to angle his dick away from you the best he can. "I haven't done this in awhile..."

"It's okay" You reassure him, tugging him back to his original position and biting back a desperate whine as the action causes him to press against your core. His eyes are almost black as they lock onto yours, completely blown out. "I liked it"

"Liked it?" Jaemin repeats, raising a brow smugly and you nod your head, eager to press your lips back to his but you pause as his hands slowly slip from your hips. Your breath catches at the back of your throat as you watch him fiddle with the strings of his sweatpants to untie them, his gaze remaining on you to see if you were showing any signs of discomfort or doubt.

Giving him the green light, he reaches for one of your hands that rest on his shoulders, guiding it to the top of his sweatpants before pushing your hand beneath the waistband, pressing your palm flat against his bulge. Your eyes widen in surprise at the size while his mouth drops open, letting out a small grunt at the pressure you're putting against his confined cock.

Jaemin loosens his grip on your hand, allowing you to do as you please and you gently massage your fingers over his bulge while capturing his lips in a rushed and messy kiss. He gasps in your mouth when your finger grazes the head of his cock, his own fingers crawling up your thighs and gripping the waistband of your pants to help slip his hand inside until you hear the passcode for the door being pushed in.

"WE'RE HOME!!!"

You and Jaemin rip away from each other as quick as you possibly can once you hear Miwoo's voice, a wave of panic washing over you at the thought of being caught in such a lewd act.

Jaemin moves to sit calmly at the kitchen island, adjusting himself while you rush to slide off of the counter to fix your appearance just in time for your roommates to appear in the doorway.

Miwoo is the first to notice Jaemin sitting down when Haru walks towards you with her hands outstretched, shaking a bag that she holds tightly in front of your face and you take it from her, scanning her '𝕄𝕀𝕊𝔽𝕀𝕋' company logo sketched on the bag before peering your head inside to see the limited addition Shinee vinyl that Renjun teased you about earlier.

A wide smile spreads across your face and you wrap Haru in a hug to thank her gratefully but you slowly move away and the smile slips off your face as you see Miwoo pointing at Jaemin in confusion.

"Am I the only one seeing this shit? Can none of you see this? What the fuck?" Miwoo rambles as she eyes Jaemin who stares blankly at her. "Hello?!"

"Oh, hey Jaemin" Haru greets him normally once she notices him and he lifts his hand in a short wave, not taking his eyes off of Miwoo who now seems to be holding a staring contest despite the confusion that remains on her face. "I didn't know you guys were hanging out tonight..."

"Well, I wasn't going to stay home and listen to you guys get railed in the bedrooms next door" He smiles sarcastically and then turns to point at Miwoo. "You sounded like you were getting brutally murdered, like a dying cat, if you will"

Miwoo blinks in shock, losing the staring contest that she only seemed to be apart of. Her nose scrunches up at Jaemin, giving him a look. "I sound pretty, thank you very much"

"Pretty scary" Jaemin adds, sending her a wide smile while she bubbles in anger and annoyance. You fight back the urge to sigh and tut at her behaviour, realising that she's letting another person get under her skin despite promising you and Haru that she would work on her anger issues. What a lie.

Haru nudges Miwoo's arm in warning and she immediately straightens up, raising her head high.

"You're just jealous—" Miwoo huffs and Jaemin's raises his brow in question. "—jealous that I'm getting some action while you struggle getting some one and one time with a girl who is willing to touch your penis"

Jaemin's eyes flicker over to you for a brief second and your cheeks grow warm, suddenly finding interest in your sock covered feet. Jaemin fights back a grin as he turns to look at Miwoo and holds his hands up in mock defeat.

"Damn. You got me"

Miwoo becomes smug at that, flicking her hair over her shoulder and spins on her heel to face you, practically skipping over in your direction and loops her arm with your own, jutting out her bottom lip. "I'm really sorry but I forgot to buy you one of those charcoal burgers I promised to get you..."

"It's okay, I already ate"

"I'll take you after class one day? A treat for my favourite girl" Miwoo coos, her free hand reaching up to smooth your head. You snort, pushing her away even though the grip she has on your arm is tight and unmoving.

Jaemin stares at the two of you in amusement, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he watches you try to fight your way out of Miwoo's grip with a smile on your face.

Haru notices the lingering look. She is always the first to notice. She notices everything, sometimes it's by accident. Jaemin catches Haru's gaze when he turns his head and gives her a smile, not even bothered about being caught staring which Haru found interesting, pressing her lips together tightly in deep thought.

"Okay, I'm gonna go shower and take a few photos" Miwoo announces as she finally lets you escape from her hold. "Jeno said he likes the showerhead ones and the soapy tits"

"Please, for the love of god, clean up after yourself! Last time you left soap all over the floor and I almost saw Jesus" Haru tells Miwoo who starts to laugh but Haru is quick to smack the back of her head in warning as she walks by. Miwoo shuts the bathroom door behind herself and your attention drifts to Jaemin as Haru speaks again. "I'm probably going to go to bed, so you guys can just chill here if you want"

"I should get going actually"

"You can stay, if you want" Haru offers, stopping to stand in the hallway to point at the living room. "Crash on the sofa or something, you can just leave in the morning"

"It's fine" Jaemin dismisses with a shake of his head. "I have an early class anyways"

"Suit yourself" And with that, she leaves the two of you standing alone in the kitchen. Silence fills the air between you both and you glance at Jaemin, pressing your lips tightly together to try and stop yourself from laughing at the awkward encounter you just had.

Jaemin doesn't try to hide his smile while he stands from the kitchen island to collect his belongings, pulling his hoodie that he had taken off previously over his head and shoving his phone into his pocket.

"You can stay, you know" You speak softly, fiddling with your fingers nervously. "You don't have to sleep on the sofa, you can take my bed... it's only fair considering I slept in yours"

"I would stay but I was serious about having an early class" Jaemin admits with a smile and you nod in understanding, feeling a little defeated. Noticing the change in your expression, Jaemin steps forward so his chest is barely pressed against yours. His lips graze your own and your breath stutters at the sudden closeness. "I wanna stay... so. fucking. bad"

The way he whispers those last words sends shivers down your spine and you want to say something, anything, but it's useless when his lips mould with yours, his tongue finding its way inside your mouth and playing with your own. You grip the material of his hoodie to bring him as close to you as possible but he pulls back before it could get too far, glancing over your shoulder just as the bathroom door opens and Miwoo's giggles are heard as Jeno's voice shouts from the speakers of her phone, commenting on how sexy she is.

Jaemin meets your gaze once more, his left eye dropping into a wink as he slips out of your apartment. You let out a shaky breath, turning around and leaning against the front door in shock, eyes almost bulging out of your head.

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

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Hi guys! I finally decided to dip my toes back into the forbidden lake. This is a suggestive piece featuring Rengoku x Reader. Enjoy the ride and leave me a comment if you enjoyed it (or want a continuation)

Title: Fancy a lap dance?

(Rengoku Kyojuro x reader)

Credits to @Nana.yin.nana on Instagram for this master piece! Thank you inspiring me💖!

It wasn't often that you let yourself loose like this in front of a group of strangers, especially in front of the presence of the all-mighty Hashiras. 'Fuck it!' you thought as you swallowed down the bitter sake in one gulp. The results were instantaneous. You could feel the searing hot liquid burn as it went down your throat but it was dutifully followed by a pleasurable buzz that never failed to work you up.

Despite feeling a bit high, you felt a pair of eyes watching you intensely. Hah, you were right! You threw a sly smirk at the blonde haired man sitting next to you. After all, he had always been your favourite one out of all the Hashiras that is. For him, you wouldn't mind spreading your legs open for that evening.

The flame Hashira caught your sultry gaze and felt the temperature of the room suddenly increasing tenfold. He didn't know whether it was from the Sake or from being given the unexpected attention.

"Hey Rengoku sama~" you lightly dragged your nails across his tight knuckles.

"Yes?!" The poor boy jumped from unexpected contact.

"Have you ever had a lap dance before?" You whispered to the blonde in a low tone.

"Hmmm!?"

"Oh. So you have? Well that's a shame." Disappointed you shrugged your shoulders while getting up attempting to try your luck elsewhere. It would be boring to give him his second lap dance experience or worse probably he had fucked multiple women before you. It was too bad really, you wanted to be his first.

"Wha-?" You were jolted out of your reverie when you felt a firm arm pulling you back to sit down.

"... I have never had one." Rengoku couldn't seem to bring himself to look you in the eye. His normally steady heart suddenly began beating even more furiously. He had no idea why was he feeling like this towards this woman but he was surpised to find himself afraid that you might actually hear his heart hammering. That would be too shameful of a conduct for a man of his calibre.

"Oh? Is that so? Surely you jest?" You giggled deciding to tease the man further by coyly rubbing your one of your legs against his very muscular right leg.

The flustered man simply shook his head multiple times in response to your question. Truthfully he was at a loss of what to do or how to respond. He had never had time for relationships or attraction. Sure he had received multiple confessions but he had simply rejected them all because he had dedicated his entire life to slaying demons.

"Hmm?"

Rengoku's face was frozen in a plastered smile. You were beginning to feel bad for teasing him too much but at the same time the Flame Hashira's lack of response was kind of turning you off. You couldnt deny that it was fun to see him flustered but you needed to satisfy your personal needs.

"Is that right Rengoku-sama? Would you like one?"

The flame Hashira's eyes immediately shot up in shock to catch the deep hues of your ruby ones. He had beautiful eyes. Eyes that you could see yourself getting lost in as you imagined him fucking the daylights out of your spent cunt. His cum leaking out and spilling out onto the floor. What a sight would that be?

"Well...? I don't have all day Rengoku-sama~ There are others..."

"Others?" Rengoku's expression quickly darkened and his grip on your wrist tightened uncomfortably making you wince.

"That is if you're not interested." You playfully threw the man a wink ignoring the other people in the room. Cue Tengen and his wolf-whistles for his best buddy to 'finally get some'.

"Who said I wasn't?"

"Oh? Are you absolutely sure?" You laughed and decided to tease the blonde haired man even further by putting on a show. You eagerly started licking off the leftover alcohol from each of your slender fingers causing the poor man to flinch.

You had to admit that you were thrilled to find the flame Hashira's face hardening into what looked like he was experiencing inner turmoil because of your catty actions and words. A vein was deliciously protruding from his forehead as he tried to fight his urges whether to just take you on the spot or haul your ass off to one of the rooms.

"Fuck it." Rengoku uncharacteristically cursed through his teeth. The alcohol was starting to kick in his system now plus it was all your fault. You were asking for it, being so coy.

"Sorry?" You grinned innocently as your partner for the night roughly dragged you up with him. There was no smile on his face now, instead it was replaced with the same smirk you flashed at him at the beginning of the night.

"It's too late to apologise sweetheart. Save that for later when I fuck you up till you fall on my feet, after giving me the lap dance you promised earlier." He whispered in a low growl and you let him lead you into one of the rooms with the same smirk on your face.

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Parts: ❧ I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX❧

WOHOOO guess who just came back from the dead! Thankyou so much for waiting so patiently for this &lt;;33333

❧ The Narrows.

She pressed the scythe against my neck, the white-hot blade seared into my skin. I opened my mouth in a soundless scream as the smell of burning flesh choked down my throat. The light burned into my eyes, threatening to scorch them in my sockets. The chanting grew louder as I was completely blinded. I felt the hellfire recoil from it. Curling away from the light, receding so far within itself that even I couldn’t reach it. The darkness swallowing me whole. -

Something clattered to the ground with a clang! and my eyes flew open. My fingers reached for my sword instinctively, but there wasn’t anything resting beside me. The world around me was completely different than the darkness of the nightmare.

Warm sunlight filtered through the tree’s canopy. The clang was just Sango chasing Miroku over something, her annoyed voice ringing in the back with Miroku’s voice apologising profusely. I forced myself to take a deep breath, it came out ragged like my throat had closed up. Just a dream, I told myself.

“You alright?”

Inuyasha’s sudden voice made me jump. There was a red blur as he leaped down from the tree, silver hair falling around him. He looked back at me amber eyes flashing. “Looked like a bad dream.”

I shuddered, “Yeah.” I replied, sitting up against the bark of the tree. “But that’s all it was.”

I had pulled on one of Sango’s kimono’s, it was pink chequered and hemmed with green fabric. It sat loose around my frame, the fabric bunched around my waist oddly so one side kept sliding off my shoulder all the time. My chest was still bound with fresh bandages, soaked with herbs that smelled lightly of fresh rain and moist soil. Whatever herbs Kagome was grinding and feeding me was working surprisingly well. Even when I stretched my hands out, the pain was only a dull thud.

He grinned, small fangs peeking out as he smiled, “Good to know.” He said,

My smile faltered as finally, Finally, the realization hit me. I was fucking stupid, the resemblance, hell. I should have connected the dots long before. That’s what happens when you don’t pay attention to Jaken’s rambling.

“You’re his brother!” I cried out.

Inuyasha just looked very confused, “What?”

I shook my head, “You’re Toga’s son!” I exclaimed, suddenly feeling like I was meeting an old friend, “You’re Sesshomaru’s brother.”

Inuyasha’s face twisted in an offended scowl,

“Not a fan, I see.” I replied.

“That asshole’s not my brother.” He said, “Just because we share blood doesn’t make him my family.” Inuyasha’s gaze turned distant, something like hurt flickered in his amber eyes, “After all, he doesn’t even acknowledge-

He blinked stopping himself, “Wait a minute, how in the world do you know him?” he asked.

I smiled at him awkwardly, “About that-“ I started, “You might wanna sit down it’s a long story.”

Inuyasha dropped down on the grass beside me, surprisingly intent. I narrated the entire story of how Rin had found me, and the travels I had with her and Sesshomaru. Unlike his character, Inuyasha continued to listen without interrupting, his eyes never leaving my face. He only asked his question after I was finished.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” He asked.

I gave out a hollow laugh, “Because I just made the connection between you two a few minutes ago.”

Despite his reservations, he scratched his head, a dog-ear flicking, “He could be looking for you, you know?”

“He isn’t” I replied quickly, pressing down bitter thoughts. No matter how much I wanted to see Rin, I knew he wasn’t coming. I had always been just another burden to him, and now that he was finally rid of me, why would he ever come back? I felt my heart sink. It was better this way. I told myself.

Inuyasha stood up, “The more I try to understand that fool, the more confused I get.” He admitted. “Stoic and proud, I really don’t get him at all.”

“And still, even Sesshomaru can be surprising at times.” He completed. I arched my eyebrow at him, trying to make sense of his words. But even considering the thought of it being true, send hope rippling through my mind. I stopped that thought at once. The quicker I come to terms with the truth the better.

“Hey you two!” Kagome’s voice called out. I looked windward, towards her figure standing against the cliff.

“I think we have company.” Kagome announced.

❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧

The two of us jogged over to the edge of the cliff where she was standing. Kagome pointed towards the sky, her dark hair flying in the wind.

“What is that?” Inuyasha asked out.

I looked towards where she was pointing, at what seemed like a black cloud. Moving a lot faster than a storm cloud should. It came with a distinct buzzing sound, erratic, like the flapping of a thousand wings, drowning out the noises of the mountains.

“um?!” I tried, “Are those bugs?” I asked, growing more disgusted by the moment.

Miroku gave me a wink, “Demon bugs.”

“Even better” I murmured trying to shake the grossness of their buzzing wings.

“Please tell me they’re not directly heading towards us?” Kagome groaned.

Inuyasha shrugged, “They’re looking for beating either way.”

Sango walked up beside us, already in her demon hunter outfit. Hiraikotsu by her side and another weapon I couldn’t help but eye.

"Any good with a sword?" She asked me. I couldn't help but grin at her. "So-so."

She tossed me a recently sharpened short-sword. The sword was much lighter than mrutyunjai, I switched the blade between my hands judging its weight. I would have to be light-footed and swifter with it, stretch my hand out wider to make up for the length.  I rolled my shoulder, steadying myself as the swarm got closer.

“Take care of you wounds” Kagome told me as she readied her bow. But the ache for war was taking over my senses again. Blood-lust rising as I saw the challenge near.  Although the feeling was nowhere close to when I had drawn mrutunjai. Just getting to wrap my fingers around the hilt of a sword sent blood roaring in my ears.

“Wait a minute.” Sango started, just as I saw it too.

I tried to make sense of the scene before me, was that a flying cow? I blinked furiously, sure enough an old yokai sat on the floating cow with three eyes. Ferociously waving a huge hammer as they navigated through the cloud of ayakashi bugs. The bugs funneled around them tirelessly, intent on getting to them some way or the other.

"Totosai?!" Inuyasha called out.

I sighed, no matter where I went weird characters kept showing up.

He unsheathed tetseiga, the sword growing twice its size atonce, before practically throwing himself off the cliff with a yell.

“Inuyasha! Wait!” Kagome’s worried voice called out after him. But he had already leapt straight into the swarm just as it enveloped us entirely. The morbid buzz was so loud now, that my ears popped. Their translucent wings barely kept their pigsty bodies afloat, some had snout shaped mouths spraying poisonous miasma, while others had stinger-shaped bottoms. The miasma made clouds of opaque poison, reducing our vison. I covered my nose and mouth with the sleeve of the kimono, my blade already slick with their greenish blood. The white-gold blade of tetseiga looked like lightning flashing through the murky purple miasma of the bugs.

Fortunately, the single attack sliced through most of the bugs. Very unfortunately for the rest of us, the bugs exploded spraying thick goop everywhere. I gaged in my mouth, so much for the new kimono.

“EWWW” Miroku moaned out somewhere in the background. I sliced through the bugs with the short-sword as they advanced, trying my best to avoid the goop, but I was already covered in green bug remains.

“I Just washed my hair!” Kagome screamed angrily, bombarding spirit arrows at the bugs. Sango and I ducked as the arrows sizzled past us, burning through their webbed wings and bloated bodies. They fell down with sad plops spilling out their mushy insides.

“Hiraikotsu!” With a big swoosh Sango’s boomerang cut through another wave of the bugs. The demon-bone weapon made a small opening in the miasma screen, pushing the poison away enough for us to gulp down fresh air. But within seconds the gap closed again, smothering us with the miasma again.

I retching as I stepped into one, the fucking smell. “There’s no fucking end to them!” I cried out, swinging the sword around. For every bug I sliced through, thrice more kept showing up. It was getting harder and harder to see, and my legs kept skidding over the dead bugs littered on the ground. All of a sudden with a very loud MOO, the cow dropped down on the ground, almost taking me with it. I screamed, rolling away from the yokai, very relieved that I wasn’t under it.

“Damn it, that’s it.” Miroku said finally. I watched him pull of the blue cloth pulled over his right palm, pulling away the prayer beads around it. The strange magic made itself known instantly. Something like anxiety curled in my stomach, Demon magic. Clearly that kind of magic shouldn’t be wielded by a human. The side-effects would be devastating.

It was like he had opened a portal to the underworld within his palm. The temperature around us dropped. The wind tunnel opened, causing a whirlwind of pure pressure to erupt around us. I yelped at the gust of wind sent my useless hair flying everywhere. The bugs tried to squirm away, but the pull of the wind tunnel was too strong, along with the miasma it continued to swallow the entirety of the bugs.

 We continued to slice through the remaining ones and within just a few minutes, most of the bugs were gone, the ones left were now buzzing away from us as fast as their wings could take them. My lungs heaved as the air cleared.

Miroku staggered as he covered his palm with his prayer beads again. Sango put a hand on his shoulders to steady him. How he was standing after absorbing all that miasma was beyond me.

“FLEE AWAY YOU LITTLE SHITS-“ Inuyasha continued to scream after them. The others were mostly ignoring him. I kicked away the bug remains around my feet, making my way towards the two yokai. Apart from being covered in bug-goo, everyone seemed unharmed.

Kagome picked off a bug from her hair. “Totosai, are you alright?” she asked, turning towards the cow and the old yokai that had almost crushed me. “Why were these bugs chasing you?”

Although the man himself looked alright, the long gash along the body of the three-eyed bull gave me the answer. The wound was quickly- healing, but it was ugly, like the touch of the blade had decomposed the skin around it. The gash on my chest throbbed painfully.

Naraku.

“That darn spider of course” Totosai mentioned, patting the snout of the cow, “How disgraceful for a warrior, to send lesser demons to do his dirty work, while he covers away in the shadows of the Kagewaki castle.”

“I don’t understand.” Sango said, “why did he send his minions after you?”  

Totosai looked grim, “Naraku has been trying to get to me for a while now.” He said. “Right since he started digging around in that place?”

Kagome and I exchanged a look.

“What place, Totosai-san?” Kagome asked hesitantly, not entirely sure she wanted to know at all.

His eyes narrowed, "In the narrows of Aselie. Nothing good comes from a place like that. I'm telling you,"

The world around me darkened. As if an invisible miasma had surrounded us just at the mention of the name of that place. 

“What is that place?” Kagome asked,

“It’s a trench” Miroku said, his face serious for the first time, “The monks called the closet thing to hell on earth.”

“The split in earth reaches far deep into the darkest parts of the underworld. It stretches across the mountain range separating the west from the eastern lands.” Sango explained. She shuddered, “My grandma used to say its cursed, the soil and the air itself. Anything that breathes that air, touches that earth becomes corrupted."

Inuyasha frowned, “Sounds exactly like the kind of place Naraku would love to go.” He said.

Kagome shook her head, “But why risk going there when his transformation isn’t complete yet? It must have something integral to offer him.”

Totosai clicked his tongue, “From what I could tell,” he replied, "They were mining for ores."

“Mining?” Kagome asked.

My mouth went dry, "He's trying to create a weapon."

Totosai nodded slowly, "Leave a metal ore under a valley like that to sit and hone over years, you're looking at a metal so concentrated with demonic energy, that it’s a being of its own. Something living and breathing."

I shuffled a laugh, "That's stuff out of myths and legends. "

“Just like the shikon jewel right?" Kagome said. I closed my mouth, "Good point."

“And he wants you to make this weapon for him?” Inuyasha scoffed, “The nerve of that asshole.”

Totosai took a ragged breath, "I told him I couldn’t. I have been a blacksmith for years, made thousands of powerful weapons. I know the craft like no other yokai. But there are limitations to even my skill. There are boundaries to welding that even I won’t cross.”

“The legends said that you cannot use ordinary fire to weld a metal like that. No matter how much I breathe down on it, or how long you leave it between flames. You can’t smelt an ore from the narrows with fire born on earth.” Totosai completed.

Cold fear crept up my spine, puzzles ticking in place. Well, fuck.  

"Fire on earth is alive, it lives and breathes. But Hellfire... that's something else. That thing crawls right out of hell, cold and bitter it drinks away everything, leaving behind only shadows." Totosai gave out a mocking laugh, “That’s what that fool wants.”

"Any blacksmith would just laugh at such stories, demonic rock, hellfire." Totosai continued.

"And even if he somehow finds a source for hellfire, there's no blacksmith insane enough to actually make one." He said, "And like hell, would I make one for that rat."

Miroku shook his head, "He'll find someone crazy enough or desperate enough to do it."

"Unless we crack his head before he gets to it." Inuyasha said, standing up at once.

"Sit back down." Totosai told him. "No ordinary blacksmith can create what he wants. That's why he tried to tail me down." he huffed out angrily.

“If Naraku gets his hand on the weapon he’s thinking of, it won’t matter what other defence we have against him.” Totosai warned, “It would increase his powers exponentially, there will be destruction like the eras have never seen. We cannot let it happen.”

“Don’t worry… trying to get the hellfire is impossible” I said. Hellfire was bestowed only to the fire clan of the east and there is no one here in the west who could use it, myself included. To go charging into the east for it… even naraku wouldn't be that stupid.

I pressed down my fear, forcing myself to take a breath. “Even if he gets the metal, he won’t be able to get hellfire. He can't.” I replied.

"The East Fire-demon clan has guarded it for eons. The hellfire is sacred to us, they have an oath to protect it with their lives. He'll end up starting a war just asking them for it." I said, reassuring myself with each word.

"Maybe he won't have to."

I looked at kagome and her face paled, a cold silence fell over.

“Wei.” She breathed out, “You said you were related to the fire clan of the east?”

I nodded, “Its a distant relation” I lied, “You can easily skip over it-“

“And the fire clan inherently can use hellfire?” She continued.

“Yes, All the Ayakashi born children.” I replied.

“Wei.” Kagome's tone was very grim, “Think very carefully, how did the warlords of the East get the hellfire originally?” she asked,

The answer came easy, I had heard the story thousands of times as a child, “The first fire wielder sought out the eternal beast, the primodal dragon.” I narrated out of memory, “He held the beating heart of the dragon after he slayed it and the magic flowed through him as the heart gave out.” I explained,

“That’s how power is believed to flow in east through death-.” my voice trailed away.

I gulped.

Kagome read my face, “I can tell you figured it out.”

Inuyasha looked at me deadpan, “Figured out what?”  

The next in line. The eldest, the dragon of the east. I felt bile rise in my stomach,

“He tried to pry me open once before, it must have been to rip out my heart.” I said.

Sango looked horrified, “Will it actually work? If he killed you like that? I mean you’re human and you don’t have those powers.”

I shrugged, “I don’t think he really cares.” Phantom pain erupted across my chest, right where he had dug his talons. You will learn the worth of human life after losing your own.

Let me rip out your heart demigod.

Maybe I really was fated to die.

❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧ ❧

“Alright everybody, no need to panic.” Miroku said, walking back and forth before us.

The rest of us sat crossed legged on the grassy fields as Sango peeled us an apple. Kirara huddled up close to me, the small demon offering some comfort in the situation. Totosai and the cow had flown off soon after dooming us with the news.  

“So,” He began, “Naraku has found this weird super-powerful ore, that is in this very dangerous place, which we know he would use for mass-destruction and genocide. He has also found a source for hellfire.” he completed pointing towards me.

“To extract it by killing you is a crazy idea and no one knows if it will work, but because it is Naraku we gotta give him the benefit of doubt. All in all, what we really have to do is get to the core before him and make sure you don’t die.” He told me, I smiled at him painfully.

“Right.”

Sango stood up, “Although we don’t know why he wants that weapon, we can’t risk Naraku getting any stronger. Knowing him, he wont rest until he gets it.” 

“We know that Naraku wont risk going to the narrows himself, not when his transformation isn’t entirely complete.” Kagome added. “At most he would send Kagura or karen to overlook the mining.”

Inuyasha nodded, “That’s right, if we go there and wreck that ore before he gets to it, he won’t have anything to make the weapon from.”

I shook my head, “If the ore is as powerful as Totosai mentioned, it would be like facing down an actual higher demon.” I reminded him, “How can you be so sure you’ll be able to destroy it?”

“Even if Inuyasha can’t wreck it.” Kagome started, she pointed the tip of her scared arrow towards me, “I might just be able to purify it.”

Miroku snapped his fingers, “That’s right! Our job’s done if we can dilute the demonic energy of the ore. Even if we can’t destroy it entirely, we can still render it useless for Naraku.”

Kagome looked at the sky, “How far are the narrows from here?”

“Two days journey, just north of these mountains.” Miroku replied.

Inuyasha swung tetseiga, “We better start moving then.”

“Before that,” Sango started, she turned to look at me, a little guilty.

I knew that look, “I’m coming with you all.” I stated. “There’s no negotiation.”

“No. its too risky.” Sango said atonce, she put a hand on my shoulder. “I hate to say this Wei, but the narrows are no place for a human.”

I stared at her, “Literally three and a half of you are all human.”

Sango frowned, “I know, but the narrows are high with ayakashi. Its too risky with your wounds to take you along.”

I rolled my eyes, “Kagome, back me up here, of course I should come right?”

Kagome’s face faltered,

“Seriously?!”

Kagome opened her mouth to say something, the world around us shifted. Static electricity like aura erupting around us. A familiar thrill ran down my spine, the call of my sword. I felt my heart skip a beat. No way-

The sudden spike in the tension around us, made everyone spin on their heels. Like lightning in all its power that crashed right into us, sending curls of steam to rise off the grass. The kind of raw anger I had felt so many times before.

Seeing him again, I felt as if all the wind had been knocked out of me. He was here. He had come here, let mrutyunjai lead him to me. My chest tightened, but not with the kind of pain my wounds caused. His eyes swept past everyone else, molten- gold orbs pinning on my frame at once. “S-sesshomaru?” I spluttered out in disbelief.

“Sesshomaru!?” Inuyasha growled out. The daiyokai snarled back dismissively.

The tension spiked, growing thick in the air. Sesshomaru looked like a madman, his elegant gait slipping. I couldn’t tell what it really was that was getting to him this badly, but his marking grew darker, snarl curling into something I had never seen.

Inuyasha’s grip on tetseiga tightened. I watched Kagome slide the bow off her shoulder, “Now why are you here?” she said. From all the shock all I could really do was blink at the situation stupidly.

“Inuyasha” He said venomously, voice sending chills down my spine.

His eyes slitted, “Get away from her.”

Kagome at least spared a moment to look confused, but Inuyasha was already charging. With a growl Inuyasha leapt at Sesshomaru, teeth baring. The aura around Sesshomaru crackled, his markings extending, eyes glowing crimson. For fucks sake-

“No! Stop him!” I cried out.

Thankfully Kagome came to my rescue, “DOWN BOY!” she yelled.

With the command it was like some invisible force had yanked Inuyasha back, slamming him mid-air, face down on the ground with a sickening crunch. The momentum he had, making him fold over himself. Within seconds Inuyasha sprawled on the ground. I winced, “You gotta teach me how to do that.” I told her.

The fall looked so dramatic that even Sesshomaru halted mid-way, taking a step back. Either to laugh or wince as well, but it gave me enough time to step in between them.

“Stand down, both of you!” I told them, using the same tone I used to discipline my familiar back home. Inuyasha painfully lifted his face from the ground. Both of them looked at me with the same stunned expression. Brothers. For sure.

“Put your swords away.” I continued, “There’s no need for that right now.”

My eyes found Sesshomaru’s face, I felt that strange twinge in my chest again. “Why are you here?” I asked him, once and for all.

His brow furrowed, as if he didn’t exactly have an answer to that question either. The silence was heavy with anticipation as the others in the background kept glancing between us. It’s like trying to move a mountain. I thought. But I stood my ground, I knew I couldn’t go back until I knew this. “Well?” I probed him further.

Something weighed down between us, far too much left unspoken. Sesshomaru finally lifted his chin, eyes narrowing, gaze intense enough to burn into me. But there wasn’t a shred of anger in it, it was something else entirely. Something so unyielding that I couldn’t fathom either.

“To take you home.” He said finally.

I let his words sink in. He had spoken as if he was making a promise.

“Wei” Kagome started,

“It’s okay.” I explained. “I have been travelling with him for a while. He-… he saved my life.” I said, giving her a reassuring smile. The genuine shock on Kagome’s face told me it didn’t happen quite often.

She walked to my side, fingers digging into my shoulder, “We can fight him off.” She promised, I doubted it but her concern was heartfelt.

 “I’ll be fine.”

Still unconvinced, Kagome gave me quizzical look, “Are you sure?” Inuyasha pouted beside her, for someone who hated Sesshomaru he seemed to be surprisingly calm about the situation. I remembered his words from before, he had spoken as if he had anticipated this happening.

I thought of Rin’s face, and how much it would relieve me to just see her again. The answer came easy, “Yes.” I told her. But that would also meant I would be bringing the shadow of dangers closer to her.

“Be done with this chatter now,” Sesshomaru snarled out, his eyes flicked towards me, “Do you not grow weary of these fools?”

Kagome gave out an annoyed grunt. It surprised me when she tackled me in a hug. I stumbled backwards right into Sango. The older female put her hand on my hair, “Take care of your wounds.” She said, giving me a back hug as well.

“My turn?” Miroku asked hopefully, but Sango swatted his hands away.

"We’ll meet you when we are back from the Narrows.” I could tell she still felt as though she was abandoning me, “Once, we get rid of the metal, it’ll be over.”

Sango gave me a reassuring smile, “It won’t take longer than a week.”

I watched my 10th sun set behind them. Faces that were strangers to me a day ago, now felt so hard to leave behind. If the prophecy was right… I knew I wouldn’t even see the end of this week, “Yeah” I said, my voice breaking, “I’ll see you in a week.”

I turned towards Inuyasha but it seemed like I had finally worn Sesshomaru’s patience. Wordlessly, his arm wrapped around my waist, he pulled me against his chest before I could protest, "w-wait a second-" I started but he already kicked us off the ground.

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I screamed as we launched into the sky, my stomach jumping up my throat. My legs thrashed around helplessly and I scrambled for something to hold on to.

Sesshomaru growled in annoyance, as i dug into the fluff attached to his armour. Wrapping my legs around his waist. It would have been very embarrassing to be clinging to him but we were meters in the air.

I made the horrible mistake of looking down.

I screamed out again, holding him tighter. I was about to fucking die. In the middle of it I must have yanked on to his hair because he growled from the pain.

"Human-" he hissed out, "I'm not going to drop you."

"I don't trust you!" I screamed out, my heart hammering in my chest.

"Scream near my ear again and I will." He growled out.

But contrary to his words, he lowered us, we touched the ground and I leapt into the grass. It was cold like it had been drizzling recently. My body sunk into the smell of moist soil. The exhaustion of the previous days crashed into me. In the moment I had agreed to going back, but what was I doing?

I would be death no matter where I went. The pain, the anger, the fear all of it. My own disgust and hatred for myself burned inside me. I couldn't take it. I felt my shoulders heave, I was so tired.

“Human…” he started but I cut him off.

“Just leave.”

Sesshomaru stilled.

Why did you think you could have a home daughter of the hills?

I shook my head, “I can’t come with you, I can’t go back-“

Sesshomaru stared at the figure, for the first time a faint tremble ran through her body. A strange heaviness settled around him, “Do you not wish to come with me?”

I raised my head to look up at him, against the moonlight he looked unreal, his immortality glowing. So different, too different than me, "It’s not that I don’t want to. I told him bitterly, It’s that I can’t.”

I curled my fingers into fists, “That spider is going to tail me back there. It won’t matter where I go and who I’m with.”

I choked back a sob, “And the fucking truth of the matter is that I’m too weak.”

“I couldn’t do a thing.” I felt the long spider legs curl around my body again, “No matter what I did…” my voice trailed off, I was helpless. too helpless. I shook my head, finally letting the tears run down my face.

“Don’t you see?” I told him, “When he finds me again, I’m still going to be just that powerless against him." Hell rain suddenly pattered down, drenching the two of us, "And I can’t do that," my voice wavered, "I can’t do that to Rin! I won’t!”

“So please.” I told him, biting back every ounce of ego I had, “Just leave me here.”

I lidded my eyes, my heart stopped as he spoke.

"I am not leaving you." he completed. I was more expecting him to rage away, but his tone was that of a parent coaxing some child out of a tantrum.

“Why must you speak as if you hold the entire weight of the world alone?” He asked,

I watched as he crouched down. His fingers curled around my chin as he forced me to look at him, “He had already made an enemy of me.” He snarled out,

“If it is the spider you fear, then know this. To dare and threaten someone under my protection is to call upon an end worse than death.”

“After all, Naraku hasn’t faced you when you’re armed with your sword.” He added, “He should consider himself lucky.”

His fingers dug into my chin, as strange emotion glazed in his eyes,

“Or do you want other answers human?” He asked, his own breath ragged, “Answers for why this Sesshomaru continues to give a useless human like yourself such importance? For why have I not disposed of you already? Well aware of the annoying pests you will be bringing with you now?” He asked, his tone grew more erratic, more frustrated.  

“The truth is I myself do not understand why it is so. I do not understand why the thought of leaving you here seems to enrage me so much.” His eyes glowered, No answers to why the smell of Naraku’s miasma lingering on her body, makes him so angry he wants to shred that spider with his claws.  “So do not test my patience further.” Sesshomaru he said finally. “Is that understood, Wei?”

I nodded quietly. My heart still hammering in my chest. This was weird. This mortal form was making my heart race for no reason.

Maybe it was the exhaustion of it all, that I allowed him to touch me. His arms wrapped around my frame gently, cautious like I was made of glass.

I curled my fingers around one of the horns of his armor, putting my other hand over his shoulder. We leapt up into the sky again and I pinned my gaze on the stars.

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Parts: ❧ I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX❧

AHHHHHHHHHHH I'm finally done with this chapter, the next ones are gonna have some more angst get ready.

[hypmicdaydreams]

you’re down sick w/ buster bros

-pairings: ichiro yamada x gn!reader, jiro yamada x gn!reader, saburo yamada x gn!reader

-genre: fluff

-overall word count: 1.65k

-a/n: i came down with the flu and have been utterly sick the past few days 😷 i wrote this amidst all my delirium and pain with my fav boys lol, and you can def tell that i was ranting a bit lmao. word count ended up uneven between the three of them buttt hope you guys don’t mind 😓 anywayy hope you guys enjoy, and remember to stay safe, esp during cold and flu season 💕

ichiro (432 words)

“here, take this.”

“but ichiro-”

your boyfriend shoves a spoonful of disgusting medicine down your throat the moment you open your mouth and give him the chance. it tastes like shit, despite the overwhelming artificial strawberry (cherry? whatever it was red) flavor. it was so bitter, so gross. it should’ve at least been bubblegum.

and it’s the third or fourth spoonful you’ve taken that day, and also the third or fourth time you were close to gagging. ‘it’ll be good for you’ ichiro yearns, with a cute smile and gentle pat on the head. but he’s not the one who’s sick and definitely not the one who has to deal with shit-tasting medicine.

ah fuck, you really miss not being sick.

“that wasn’t bad now,” ichiro chuckles when you give him a disgruntled look and cute pout. he’s enjoying himself a little, perhaps, happy to nurse you back to health. he’s done this many times; ichiro is practically a pro by now, a licensed nurse or whatever. he definitely carries himself as so, with the demands and spoon feeding you medicine, like a child. but he’s a cute nurse, at the very least. or you think so, looking from your lashes as he takes your temperature with his hand. his smile is cute, after all, when he finds you to be just fine.

“how’s your throat by the way?” you can’t speak that loud, as much as you try, because you’re in pain and your throat is irritating the everliving fuck out of you. you just want to rest it but also take all the disgusting cough drops in the world to numb the sensation.

he laughs again at your defeated look, having succumbed to this no good, rotten flu. but at least you feel the tiniest bit better when he rubs his thumb across your hand, the comfort and warmth putting you at ease. “i’ll go prepare some soup for you, alright?” you nod, content as can be (while sick that is) as he ruffles your hair. you were somewhat sick of soup, but ichiro had told you that the sensei told him fluids were the best, and it definitely did soothe your throat (and burn your tongue but that was neither here nor there), so you had no room to complain really.

“alright babe. you’ll get better in no time.” your boyfriend/nurse is so cute, you think, happy to know that you had such a loving guy to look over you. a bit of luck in these trying times, you contentedly sigh.

but you’d still rather not be sick.

jiro (611 words)

“trust me babe. i do this all the time and i get better right away!!”

you had no energy to argue with jiro, nor the capacity to given your strained throat. how pitiful a state you were in, throat sore and sinuses inflamed (or so it felt). but the last thing you needed was some bullshit homeopathic medicine that your boyfriend had just made up on that very spot, if only to give you a slimmer of false hope.

“you said that the last three times jiro,” you groan out quietly, and all three hadn’t worked, not one bit. you were sick and tired of taking different medications, of which neither you nor jiro knew what the fuck they even did. and honestly, you were a tiny bit worried that the concoctions within you would somehow kill you on the spot. they had allergies, headaches, or sinuses on the label and jiro just gave you them, whether they’re intended to be mixed or abused or not. bless his dumb little soul.

“but this time for sure.” yeah sure, whatever; you roll your eyes, and jiro sighs, running a hand through his hair. “listen babe, listen! when i have the flu like you, i always take this and it works like a charm!!”

he puts out some weird juice, the likes of which you haven’t seen much before. well, not entirely true; you did see jiro take it once a while back when he himself was sick, except that he gagged and threw up his entire guts after, which wasn’t entirely helpful nor comforting i presume. “this got rid of my flu in like a half hour or so!”

doubt. or maybe his immune system is just that strong. he was an athlete, right? maybe you should’ve practiced soccer with jiro much more, now that you think back on it.

but you can’t say no to him, not when he gives you that pleasing look that makes him look like a cute (yet troublesome) puppy. he just wants to take care of you, to be that strong boyfriend you can rely on. it’s cute, you have to admit, even as strangely excited as he was to take care of you when you texted him that you were down with the bothersome flu. he had shown up at your door in five minutes flat (despite living ten minutes away what the fuck-) with a whole bunch of medicines and shit.

but you’re just glad you have a caretaker i guess, aside from your mom. you have to let your boyfriend have this, to let him know that he’s doing a good job (as terrible of a job as it probably was, but he was good in morale and kisses, sick and delirious kisses). so you take the drink, cursing your heart for doing a flip when he gives you that puppy beam.

and it tastes like shit. complete and utter garbage, so bitter and disgusting.

“ack, fuck! jiro what-!”

“just drink it,” he shoves the drink towards you, as awful tasting as it is, and you take another awful sip. gosh how you just want to gag. “yeah yeah, it tastes like shit, but it works! i promise!”

and as much as you love your boyfriend, jiro is also such a big fat liar, or so you feel that way at the moment, glaring at him. you just feel and look worse afterwards.

“um, on second thought,” he rubs the nape of his neck, too embarrassed to look you in the eye. “i’ll just make ichi-nii’s special soup for your throat.”

yeah, that sounded much better. ah well, at least he was cute.

saburo (606 words)

“saburoo, this tastes gross.”

your boyfriend just seems to roll his eyes at your whining and complaining, perhaps finding your strained voice and quiet groans a bit amusing. you want to slap him for that — you’re the one going through hell and back after all, not that he’d understand — but you can’t; he’s the one nursing you back to health, despite his complaints. and you’re definitely not going to let go of your own personal nurse, especially when it’s your boyfriend.

you have the urge to gag up the bitter medicine he just shoved in your mouth, even more so when you swallow it out of force. ugh why did it taste like that?! it was (supposedly) supposed to help with your cough and congestion, but all the medicines and pills you took and that was simply untrue.

you were uncurable, much to your dismay and pain.

“you need to take it,” saburo scolds, emphasizing the ‘need’ as if you were a child not understanding. “why did you even go to school today if you felt so bad?”

“my mom forced me too.” well, it’s more like she forced you to take some disgusting medicine, the worst you’ve ever tasted, and then sent you off to school when you didn’t seem to have a fever. there was no way you were missing a day of school, not on her watch. just wear a mask and take some cough drops or whatever, she advised, handing you a bunch of gross honey-lemon ones (they weren’t even your favorite! the absolute worst of the bunch) then throwing you out.

at least saburo could tell that you looked of death. and bless his soul for forcing you to leave early, dragging you to the office despite your protests as you were too tired to fight back, especially against his monolith.

“can i get headache medicinee,” you whine in your raspy voice, again. ibuprofen was your savior, especially against your pounding headache and eyeache. it didn’t help that whenever your nose wasn’t congested, your sinuses were on fire as well.

“no.” you pout at his firm stance. it was the fourth time you’ve asked, and fourth time he’s said no. how cruel..did he like seeing you in pain? “you just took one a few hours ago,” he sighs, not even immune to your puppy eyes.

and he had a point, as much as you didn’t care. sure you’d probably be actively destroying your liver and body by taking so many — and i really mean so many — concoctions, but at the moment, you’d take that chance. you just wanna feel better man.

well, it’s cute how worried saburo was for your health i suppose, even as he insisted that it’s because he knows you can’t take care of yourself whatsoever. and we can’t have you dying on him, can we? as i said, it’s cute that he cares.

“can i at least get soup?” you give him the puppy eyes again. at least soup made you feel a bit better, especially good at soothing your throat for a few.

and he obviously can’t say no to that request, as much as he seems to reluctantly agree.

“alright,” saburo sighs, “but don’t take anymore medicine when i’m gone.” typical saburo, doesn’t trust you not to destroy yourself.

but you don’t entirely mind right now, at least. you know your boyfriend well, and you know he’s going to make your favorite soup, “accidentally” of course.

sigh, saburo simply being there sure did make you feel a tiny bit better. you relished in his affection, and perhaps you should appear sick more often (not).

[kyovtani]

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 – 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝟐)

— pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou x female Reader

— genre: smut, angst, little bit of fluff to keep the balance; tattoo artist!kyoutani, inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers!AU, SLOW BURN

— word count: 9.6k

— warnings: swearing, mentions of infidelity and violence, as well as the consumption of drugs and alcohol; smut: corruption kink, degradation and dumbification, dacryphilia, praising, spitting, (soft) dom!kyou, oral (m. receiving), fingering, dry humping, unprotected sex (dont do that kids), impreg kink, iwaoi say hi-

— (A/N: and here’s part two! thank you SO much for all the love you sent my way after i published the first part. ngl i was a little nervous bc i thought it was boring and not interesting at all but you guys easily pushed me out of that hole so thank you for everything. i love and appreciate you with my whole heart. all the love, zade xx)

[ part one ]

— summary: after fucking up, you make it your mission to get him back..(im so bad at this pls just- okay.)

"He's not picking up, Hana", you say, another soft cry falling from your lips before you bury your face in your pillow.

“Once in my fucking life a guy treats me good and the way I've always wanted to be treated and I had to fuck it up. Why the fuck am I like this, Hana? Why can I not enjoy one fucking good thing in my fucking mediocre life", the profanities keep coming just like the tears and the amount of frustration and anger rushing through your veins is nowhere near normal anymore.

"Calm down, love", Hana sighs and makes you sit up so she can look into your tear stained face as she tries her best to make sure her words actually find their way to your pain clouded mind, "at this point you shouldn't worry too much because you do know Kyoutani, don't you? He does lose his temper a lot, so give him the time he needs and then you'll show up at his doorstep, suck his cock and make up with him, yeah?", she explains calmly.

"If this hurts you so much, why the fuck did you even say he's just a friend, Y/N? I really don't understand", Hana mumbles and lets out another sigh, her hands caressing yours softly, managing to calm you down a little bit.

“You're right, I should just– give him some time and things will eventually fall into place", you reply after crying a little more and with an encouraging smile your best friend nods at you before she suggests a movie marathon to which you happily agree.

At least something to distract you from all the demons inside your head.

After changing into your pj's and doing your night time routine, you plop down onto the couch next to your bestie again, her eyes focused on the phone in her hand and knowing she's probably either sexting or inviting her new boyfriend has you shrugging at her lack of attention as you start looking for a good movie to begin the night with.

However, just when you're about to read the description of some kind of french rom-com, Hana puts her phone back into her lap and starts staring at you with her pretty eyes widened in shock.

"What's wrong?", you ask and turn to look at her, reaching for her hands but before you even get the chance to touch her, Hana unlocks her phone and holds it up for you to watch someone's instagram story.

The video begins with loud music, a crowd full of young college students whose faces definitely are familiar.

Everyone in the video is dancing, making out, smoking and just chatting in a random living room and every now and then there's someone yelling in the back – a typical college party.

However, just as the video is about to end, the camera shifts to a tall male leaning against the wall, obviously standing really close to the person who's filming and it takes you a full blown thirty seconds to realize who said male is.

Kyoutani Kentarou.

You stare at the phone for another minute, your throat dry and your head empty as a thick veil of tears slowly starts blurring your sight before you finally decide to pay attention to the username.

"He can't be fucking serious", you hiss, fisting the blanket beneath you, the urge to punch something or someone becoming unbearable, "what the fuck is he doing at a random college party with – Sora?"

"Y/N, don't–", "Whose party is that?", you interrupt your best friend, not giving a single fuck about her attempts to calm you down; not anymore. Hana gulps harshly and strictly avoids your gaze as she mumbles a name and you roll your eyes, asking her to speak up with an annoyed sigh.

"It's one of Yuuji’s frat parties", and as soon as your best friend says the name of your ex-boyfriend, a cold shiver of disgust runs down your spine and you can feel yourself getting lightheaded from all the emotions rushing through your overwhelmed body.

"Don't follow me if you're going to stop me from leaving, Hana", you say and stand up before quickly disappearing inside your room.

You have no idea how you manage to get dressed, your outfit consisting of a pair of jeans and a hoodie you can't even remember buying and you don't even wanna think about what your hair and face look like when you end up leaving the house with your keys and your phone.

After driving this route for over two years on an almost daily basis, it takes you less than ten minutes to arrive in front of the huge house your ex-boyfriend lives in.

The memories start finding their way back into your head way too fast, taking away your breath and numbing your whole body because even if you didn’t love Yuuji anymore, the bitter feeling of betrayal still manages to hit you in just the right way.

It takes you a lot of willpower to actually approach the house and eventually get in. And after being in between the crowds of drunk, stinky college students, you remember why you hate college parties so much.

"I – Wow”, a familiar voice manages to break through the loud music, your instant reaction just an annoyed eye roll, “you were the last person I expected to see at one of our frat parties", Yuuji says and comes to stand in front of you.

His blonde hair messily falling into his handsome face and from the way his whole face seems to be covered in the deepest shade of red – including his eyes – you know that he's probably higher than the stars and you can't help but sigh.

"I'm not here to party, Yuuji", you hiss, feeling the anger crawl up your spine again the longer you look at your ex, "my boyfriend is here and I have to talk to him."

"So you and that tattooed guy are actually a thing? Didn't think so since he, you know – showed up with another girl", Terushima mumbles and pulls out a cigarette from his pocket, a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Yuuji", you spit back and roll your eyes, taking in the way the pretty boy arches his brows up in pure shock at your rather new attitude, "go and get high or whatever you do to feel proud of yourself", are the last words you say to him before you walk away, your heart thrumming inside your throat.

Your eyes roam the huge crowd, desperately searching for the only face you wanna look at right now and you try to remember where they were standing in the video Sora had posted only to realize that you can't remember.

After all you only watched the video once, your whole attention laying on Kyoutani. And after almost fifteen minutes, you find yourself slowly giving up.

Maybe this was just not meant to happen or maybe Kyoutani has left already.

He probably left with Sora- something you can’t and won’t ever blame him for.

After all she's literally one of the prettiest and hottest girls you have ever seen – anyone who rejects her would be out of their mind (or not attracted to girls which isn't the case when it comes to Kyoutani).

You give it another ten minutes of desperately looking around before you let out a deep sigh which gets lost in the loudness and thick air of the party before you finally start making your way back to the front door.

You quickly walk back to your car, trying your best to ignore everyone around you, especially all the drunk guys who are currently about to get into a verbal fight over something totally random and the last thing you want to experience those threats becoming reality.

At some point you're scared they might even include you which is probably why you end up literally sprinting and even though you always park so far away from frat houses just because you've heard way too many stories of people getting their cars stolen during parties, but right now you just wished you would have listened to your gut feeling and parked in front of the fraternity like every normal person.

However, to your life long luck, you spot a tall figure standing a little too close to your vehicle just as you’re about to unlock it. You slow down your movements almost instantly upon seeing the stranger, yet your eyes still try to figure out if it's someone you know despite the darkness surrounding the two of you.

He has probably spotted you by now, after all you're still panting like crazy from speed walking down to where your car is and it takes you a full minute to realize how loud you're actually being.

"Y/N", the male suddenly says, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and even though it could have been everyone, it sounds a tad bit too familiar to your ears which is probably why you end up approaching him slowly.

"It's me, Kyoutani", he adds and at the same moment the words leave his lips, you finally recognize his pretty features which seem extra beautiful underneath the bright moonlight.

And then realization hits you.

"How did you know–", "Hana called me and asked if I could make sure you got home even if I didn't want to talk to you. So, here I am. Get in the car so I can tell her I did my part of the job", he interrupts you quickly, obviously not having the intention to interact with you and the way his usually so tender-filled eyes and calming voice are nothing but ice-cold has a thick veil of tears blurring your sight.

Never ever did you think about the moment, where Kyoutani puts the cold mask on he loved to hide behind when he had first looked at you all those weeks ago.

And the longer he avoids your gaze, the heavier the burden on your chest becomes.

"I'm sorry, Tani", you whisper, your voice breaking at the end, easily giving away how much his cold demeanor has gotten to you.

“Of course you're not just a friend to me and I d-don't know why I introduced you like that, everything happened so quickly and I – panicked. It's not an excuse and does not justify my behavior but I just wanted you to know that you've always been more than just a friend to me", you continue, managing to keep talking upon realizing that Kyoutani won't interrupt you and the way he even listens to you with his eyes looking everywhere but yours is absolutely enough for you.

"What am I to you then, Y/N? Am I the guy you're casually fucking? Your booty call? Am I your second choice? Like what the fuck do you expect me to say? I know we never put a label to – this", he starts pointing at you and then himself, "but you knew I was serious about it, about you. So, I just don't understand why you would even think about considering me a friend. I told you that I am not one for that friends with benefits kinda shit and you agreed yet you did this and now I can't help but be convinced you just used me to get that Yuuji fucker.”

Kyoutani is angry and he doesn't even try to hide it as he spits out those words, the ones he’s probably been dying to say out loud for the past few days and you know he has every right to actually be mad at you, his words still hit you in a way you didn't expect them to.

"I'd never do that to you, Kentarou; I'd never use you like that, please believe me", you say quickly, a little surprised you're even able to form proper sentences.

“You m-mean so much to me and I just don't know how to put it into words. My heart hurt so much when I watched you type your number into Sora's phone but the demons in my head, they just kept talking over my heart and – I'm just really sorry, Kyou, I really am", you sigh and after realizing that he's not going to look at you, you finally manage to shift your gaze away from his pretty face.

"Go home, Y/N. It's been a long day for both of us and I think some more distance will help me get my mind straight", Kyoutani replies after a long, torturous beat of silence lingering in the cold air and even if it wasn’t the reply you had hoped to hear, you're glad he's at least not completely ending it.

"Okay b-but at least let me drive you home?", you ask softly, wiping away the few tears which had managed to escape and when you look up at the beautiful faced male in front of you, his eyes meet you for the first time since what feels like forever and you feel yourself melting away.

"I don't think that's a good idea, pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, the soft pet name sending your mind into the sweetest haze of comfort just like that, "it's only been a few days but I am craving your touch and I just know I'm going to lose it and fuck you against the next best surface if we get into that car together, so I have to decline this offer", he adds and takes another step back, his lips stretching into a tiny smile and you can’t deny how much his words have you gotten you worked up, but you have no choice but to nod.

"Have a good night, baby", Kyoutani sighs and deep down you're hoping for a kiss, after all it's been way too long since you got to feel close to him but instead, he just lifts his hand up and starts waving at you and just as he is about to turn around, you find yourself reaching for his wrist. The fear and despair inside of you making you a little too brave for your personal liking but you know you can't just let him walk away like that.

"Please, Tani- Kyoutani", you whisper and let out a soft sigh of relief when he turns around to face you again, "I won't try anything, I just want to spend a little bit more time with you."

Kyoutani takes a deep breath, his dark eyes roaming your face and wandering down your body and even though it feels like he's literally devouring you alive, you enjoy his burning gazes regardless, a hidden part inside of you even craving them.

A solid minute passes by before he lets out a sigh and gives you a nod, his plump lips pressed into a thin line.

It takes you another deep breath and a couple of seconds to actually calm yourself down from the rollercoaster of emotions you've been through within the time span of an hour and as you sit there in your car, inhaling the cold air of the night, your mind starts replaying everything that went down, starting from the day you met Kyoutani, to your first and most recent kiss, as well as the encounter with Sora and your deep anger towards Yuuji.

The drive to Kyoutani's apartment passes by in a blur, way too fast for your liking and you can't help but pout when you pull up in front of the huge building, knowing very well that this will be the last interaction with the handsome tattoo artist for the upcoming few days and you can already feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

He's been awfully quiet, not like you actually said anything but Kyoutani's silence was intense, boring into your soul and actually suffocating you to a point where the urge to just jump out of the car became overwhelming.

You know he's probably going through everything just like you, yet the feeling that his thoughts are more on the negative side just won't leave you alone and you hate the way your assumptions are being confirmed as soon as Kyoutani turns to look at you.

"I – love you, Y/N", he suddenly says, his voice soft and calm, yet still deep and the way it's filled with tenderness and the sweetest bit of longing makes the effect of those magical words even heavier.

Your lips part in shock, your head having a difficult time actually processing his confession and you can feel your whole body going into a standby mode.

"But you're not good for me."

You remember the way your heart broke into thousands of pieces when you found out the alleged love of your life was cheating on you without even batting an eye.

The pain was so intense and heavy, you didn't know how to deal with it and at some point you were convinced that your heart had stopped beating for a solid minute. It was bad, left you speechless and threw you into a hole of darkness you barely managed to escape from, yet still leaving you grateful for the experience.

You thought your first heartbreak would be able to prepare you for what's to come in the future, but what you went through as soon as those words had fallen past Kyoutani’s lips, can't be compared to anything you've ever felt before.

Your heart starts clenching as his words keep replaying inside of your head and your throat so is going absolutely dry from your desperate attempts to gasp for air as the feeling of being suffocated comes back.

Everything around you seems to disappear, your eyes still focused on Kyoutani's intense gaze as the feeling of emptiness starts filling up your whole body.

You easily lose track of time, your heart beat so slow and heavy and when the wave of reality crashes you yet again, an almost inaudible sob falls past your lips.

"B-But...", you can't get yourself to speak, the words getting stuck in your throat and soft cries the only thing filling the inside of your car.

And yet, there are so many things you want to tell him, so many things rushing through your mind at the highest speed, almost impossible to grasp them and actually put them into proper sentences.

"You have too much control over me. I lost myself trying to fit into the picture of a lover you need and deserve. But – I am not who I used to be anymore”, Kyoutani explains, nervously rubbing the sides of his pierced node with his thumb as he avoids looking in your direction at all costs.

“I am scared of losing what's obviously not mine. You make me feel weak and vulnerable and I just can't deal with it. You've become the center of my world, and I can't control how much it affects me. How much you affect me and – I hate it", he continued, his voice is still incredibly calm, yet a bittersweet tone of fear coating every single one of his words.

"B-But...", yet again, the whole of your vocabulary seems vanished, not one word to say as the knot in your throat tightens even further.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I thought I could do it but – I am not meant to love and you deserve to be loved in the most special way possible”, he takes another quick break, letting out a sigh of exhaustion, “and that's why I'm letting you go. Please, don't hate me. Take care and – goodbye, my love.”

Those are his last words before he presses his lips against your forehead, making your head spin like crazy because of the contrast of his heartbreaking words and his soft kiss.

Kyoutani leaves without saying another word. He doesn't even look back once as he walks away and enters the apartment building, while you can't stop staring at the door with hot tears streaming down your cheeks and loud sobs filling the suffocating air surrounding you.

There you are, yet again.

Your eyes staring into the dark night as your body tries to cope with the intensity of pain you've thought you had overcome.

The constant breaking of your heart starts numbing every part of your body and you slowly start losing yourself in this certain kind of darkness.

Seconds turn into minutes and without even realizing, a whole hour has gone by with you staring into nothing.

Your mind plays games with you as it keeps replaying his words, his behavior, his kiss and the feeling of slowly but certainly going insane as you get out of the car a little too fast.

You tumble back, the sudden coldness hitting you right in the face and the mental as well as physical exhaustion has your body trembling.

And then it hits you.

The wave of anger, wrath, frustration and hatred literally wakes you up, pulls you back into reality and ends up taking over you completely.

Your eyes find the huge apartment building Kyoutani lives in, staring at it as if you could set it on fire and you know what you're about to do is a bad idea but your body acts before your mind can even get the chance to intervene.

And that's how you find yourself almost brutality slamming your fist against Kyoutani's door, your heart hammering against your rib cage way too fast for it to be still physically healthy and ten thousand different thoughts rushing through your chaotic mind.

"What the fuck is going – Y/N", Kyoutani looks at you with his pretty eyes slightly widened in shock, his lips parting as he struggles to keep his eyes on you and a disgusting feeling of shame and embarrassment starts filling you up.

You know this is pathetic, you are aware of how stupid you look standing in front of him like this but you just can't get yourself to actually care about it.

"Y/N, please don't-", "No, I listened to what you had to say and now I'm going to talk and you're going to listen to me. Before that I am not going anywhere because I deserve this", you cut him off, hands balled into fists as you try to stay calm but the more you think about his words in the car, the angrier you get.

"I–", Kyoutani sighs, his eyes nervously roaming your face and upon noticing the way you seem to shiver from the cold and your lack of clothing, he lets his conscience get the best of him, "alright, come in then.”

You follow him inside, the familiar scent of vanilla and Kyoutani's favorite febreeze scent filling your nose and you hate the way how comfortable you are.

After all you've been spending quite some time in this apartment; visiting him after your classes so he could bury his face between your legs and then offer you some homemade food, followed by a good old ghibli movie and lots of cuddles has become some kind of routine.

Oh, how you hate him for ruining all of those memories.

"Do you want something to drink? You're probably freezing", he offers, his voice filled with concern and you know he is right and you'd definitely give everything for a cup of tea and maybe some water, you still shove all of your body’s basic needs into the very back of your head and try to regain your composure.

"I – you – we", you take a deep breath, your mind struggling to put all of those racing thoughts into some kind of order, yet failing miserably.

But there's so much you want to say to him; so many things you want him to hear and now that you are actually standing in front of him, your body betrays you.

"You're a fucking coward, Kyoutani Kentarou", is the first thing you finally manage to let out, "and I hate you for leaving me like this. I fucking hate you.”

Deep down, you hate yourself for saying those words; the choice of words and the incredible heaviness they come with are usually not your way of expressing yourself yet you're not regretting them.

You don't know how this night is going to end, maybe this will be the last time you get to see Kyoutani or he'll eventually fuck you into oblivion and you finally end up together; but nevertheless you want your words to hurt him; you want them to wake him up just like his did to you.

"How dare you confess your love to me and tell me I basically ruined your life in the same breath when you're the one who's fucking all of this – us up. Yes, I’ve made a mistake and I've been regretting my choice of words for the past four days, even came to the point where I accepted your distance and decided to let go because I know how much my words hurt you. But us ending like this? Definitely not going to happen", Kyoutani stares at you with his pretty eyes focusing you attentively, barely blinking, not moving at all; he’s just listening to you.

"I just – don't understand how you can be this oblivious."

"Oblivious? Oblivious to what?", he asks, his voice a little deeper and raspier, sending goosebumps straight dow your spine as if your body needed to remind you the effect he has on you.

"Oblivious to everything. This is what love does to people, Kentarou. Of course you're going to feel weak and vulnerable because of me - because of the one you love. After all the point of being loved and loving someone else is showing those vulnerabilities and weakness to the person you trust the most because you know, or at least you hope, they won't take advantage of it.”

You take a deep breath, your mind slowing down as you ease yourself into his calming embrace and subconsciously losing yourself in the comfort it comes with.

“I'm yours. I've been yours since the very first day and we both know this, that's why you are so scared of losing me. And that's why my words hurt you so much”, you can tell that he’s already processing your words as much as he can; his habit of scratching the back of his head giving him away easily.

"You said you've lost yourself trying to fit into this picture of someone who I deserve but – you are the one who created that picture in the first place. Just because my first boyfriend was an alleged goody two shoes doesn't mean that you have to be like that too. Fuck that", you hiss, the thought of Kyoutani changing even the slightest bit about himself sending jolts of anger through your veins, "I don't care if you dropped out of college or that you have tattoos and piercings and bleach blonde hair. None of that matters to me because it's you, your kind heart and your pure soul I fell in love with.”

And suddenly - you can feel the burden on your shoulders disappear when those certain words leave your lips and the second Kyoutani raises his eyebrows in slight surprise before he locks eyes with you again has another breath of fresh air run through your suffocated lungs.

"Yes, I'm in love with you, Kyoutani Kentarou. Believe it or not, but for me, you're perfect just like this, with all your tiny habits and every single tattoo. There's nothing I'd change about you and I'm genuinely, truly sorry if I ever made you feel like you needed to change for me. You're a great guy and I guess that's why I ran back here after sitting in that car, crying for an hour because I couldn't stop thinking about the way you confessed your love to me”, you feel the thick veil of tears appear before they manage to block your sight, making the pretty face in front of you turn into bourry little pixels as your emotions overwhelm you.

“And yes, you are meant to be loved; maybe not meant to be loved by me but you deserve to be loved, do you hear me?"

You go up to him, closing some of the distance between the two of you before your finger darts out and poke his strong chest, trying to ease the tension after letting go of all those thoughts, "you deserve to love and to be loved because you're a good person. And I just – wanted to thank you for letting me into your life. Meeting you, getting to know the beautiful person you are has been one of the best things that has happened to me and I will cherish these memories forever."

And with those words you take a deep breath, let out another sigh, goving away your acceptance of defeat before you lift your head and prepare yourself to say your last goodbye no matter how painful it is.

"Take care, Kyoutani Kentarou and thank you, for everything", the words fall past your lips in the form of a whisper solely because you're too scared to break if you raised your volume just slightly.

You turn around and feel the first tear find its way down your cheek before you even get to walk away.

And just as you wrap your fingers around the doorknob, the sound of rushed footsteps approaching you makes you halt your movements.

"D-Don't go", Kyoutani suddenly says, his voice breaking when he comes to stand behind you, so close you can actually feel the warmth he's radiating, "I need you...so bad", he whispers into your ear, pressing his forehead against the back of your neck and it's like everything that happened tonight becomes irrelevant.

You turn around, not expecting Kyoutani to push you against the door with his whole body, yet still embracing him as much as you can.

With a soft sob, you start inhaling his unique scent, grazing his soft skin with your fingers and letting the warmth blossom inside of your chest after feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your palm.

"Don't leave me, please", he cries, the tears running down his flushed cheeks despite his desperate attempts of holding back, "let's do this whole love thing.”

You stand there for what feels like an eternity, just hugging each other, taking in each other's presence and calming down from everything that has happened in such a short time. You finally calm down completely, Kyoutani's soft touches and tiny kisses give you the last bit of energy you needed and for the first time in almost three months, there's not one demon in your head trying to make you overthink something.

Because this feels perfect; there's literally no other word to describe the feeling of holding Kyoutani Kentarou and being held by him.

But nevertheless, you've been on a constant adrenaline rush for the past four hours and the exhaustion has been killing you, making you grow tired a lot faster than usual.

"What about moving this to your room, hm? I'd rather fall asleep with you in your bed than against the door; especially because I know the boys are out and will be coming home soon", you say softly, lifting Kyoutani's head from the crook of your neck and looking at him.

He sighs and gives you a soft kiss, giving you a nod in response before he gets himself to let go of you; his warmth leaving with him and it's almost disgusting how you literally crave his presence.

After Kyoutani makes you drink two glasses of water to avoid the dehydration of your body, he hands you one of his thick hoodies and leaves you to get ready in his bathroom.

You come back to the sight of him sitting against the headboard of his king sized bed, his oversized shirt revealing the perfect amount of collarbones and you enjoy the sight of his pretty skin and the dark lines covering most of it as well as the way his sweats hug his strong thighs in the best way possible.

And as you watch his eyes lazily roam your body, a hot jolt of arousal finds its way through your veins and right to your cunt.

"Don't look at me like that, sweet girl", Kyoutani suddenly groans and cocks his head to the side, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he gulps harshly; his eyes never once leaving yours.

"B-But Tani...", you reply, approaching him with tiny steps become you come to stand right next to his tall figure, feeling yourself growing needier because of the way your body is craving his touch now more than ever.

“Baby…”, he replies and gulps harshly, knowing your body better than yourself after weeks of getting to know you in a way nobody has ever before.

"Please, Tani...please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me. I've been waiting for so long...", you plead, your fingers coming to graze his pretty lips as memories of all the times he had turned you into a crying mess with those lips.

Kyoutani is just as affected by the change in tension as you, the slight bulge in his grey sweatpants as well as the hunger burning in his eyes giving him away.

"You're such a pretty angel girl, aren’t you?", he whispers and sits up, pulling you closer to make you stand in between his legs as he starts caressing your hot cheeks with his fingers.

“Yet you're saying all those naughty things”, Kentarou chuckles deeply, “imagine how people would react if they knew what a cockhungry little slut you actually are", upon hearing those degrading names, your cunt starts clenching around nothing and a high pitched whimper escaped your throat.

"For you...", you whisper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth the second Kyoutani starts placing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling the material of his shirt a little too tightly.

"Of course, baby, you're mine after all and this sweet cunt", the sudden feeling of his palm pressing against the damped fabric of your panties has you gasping for air, "belongs to me, and me only", Kyoutani grunts, pulling the skin of your neck between his lips before he starts sucking gently as well as slowly moving his fingers against the lacey fabric between your legs.

"Yes, it's yours", you reply, after several weeks of being intimate with Kyoutani you've learned one thing and that's how much he loves hearing you say all those dirty and lewd things, "please fuck me."

"Patience, my love, patience. I am going to fuck you", Kentarou replies calmly and suddenly pushes you away, his hands disappearing from your body and when your lid flutter open because of the lack of touch, he shoots you one of his cocky smirks, "but let's not forget the whole friend situation, hm? What about you make it up to me before I fuck you like the little whore you are?"

His words have excitement rush through your blood, your head literally spinning just from the thought of finally getting to be on the giving end after weeks of him playing the selfless lover.

You nod eagerly, anticipation sparkling in your eyes as you watch him palm himself over his sweats before you get on your knees and wait for him to let go of his now fully erect cock.

However, the more seconds pass by like this, the more nervous you become because for some reason you suddenly remember that you've basically never sucked dick before.

Your head shoots up with slight panic written all over your face and of course Kyoutani notices your change in demeanor right away.

"What's wrong, angel?", he asks you and stops the movements of his hands.

"I don't know how to do it, Tani", you whisper, knowing there's no point in being shy about it, after all he happens to be the guy you've experienced your most firsts with.

"It's okay, baby, I'm going to help you”, Kyoutani replies and actually loses his composure for a second, “fuck baby, don't look at me like this when I'm literally about to fuck your throat", he hisses, throwing his head back as he grunts and his hips desperately bucking into the air.

Kyoutani takes another deep breath before he finally pushes his hand underneath the waistband of his sweats and with your eyes focused on his movements, you watch him pull out his hard length, a soft hiss falling past his plump lips when the coldness of the room grazes the slightly wet tip of his cock.

You gulp harshly, his impressive size in girth as well as length has your pussy throbbing like crazy, yet you can't help but wonder how the hell he's going to fit inside of you.

“Don't worry, baby, I know you're going to take all of my cock like the good girl you are", Kyoutani says after observing your facial expressions for some time.

"Give me your hand", he asks you softly, his voice still raspy and incredibly hoarse yet still soothing and you appreciate his attempts to calm himself down so you won't feel too nervous. With your heart slamming against your rib cage, you lift your hand up and are slightly overwhelmed at the sudden feeling of Kyoutani's warm spit pooling inside your palm. Without adding anything, he straightens himself and motions you to stroke his hard cock.

Not once do you stop looking at him as you wrap your fingers around the base of his impressive length and slowly start jerking him off.

Kyoutani cocks his head to the side, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth and his eyes constantly fluttering close.

"Start with the tip, angel- just wrap your lips around it and start sucking, but be careful with your teeth, yeah baby?", he grunts, his hips thrusting into your fist every time the pace of your strokes slows down.

You give him yet another nod before look up at him one more time and do as he says.

The feeling of his cock between your lips is – different.

It feels like it's not supposed to be there, yet the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue has you sighing softly. Your tongue darts out, giving his tip a tiny kitten lick before you go back to sucking on it eagerly.

And while you seem to enjoy it a lot, Kyoutani is going absolutely crazy. You can see the way he's tensing his body as his grip in the bed sheets tightens and the vein on his neck pops out.

"F-Fuck, baby, just like that", he praises you "now try to take more of it in a-and use your hand for the rest", Kyoutani's voice is shaky, his eyes are nervously roaming your swollen lips and the string of spit connecting them to the tip of his cock.

Without giving it another thought, you take a deep breath and take more of him, trying your best to not graze his sensitive cock with your teeth and despite your initial struggle, you still enjoy the feeling of his cock on your tongue.

You subconsciously wrap your fingers around the part of his cock which you can't fit inside your mouth and suddenly it's like your body knows exactly what to do.

Kyoutani's moans grow louder and the soft thrusts of his hips become a little less controlled. You look up at him every now and then, trying your best to keep the steady rhythm as you bop your head.

And then he suddenly thrusts his length all the way to the back of your throat, your gag reflex just about to go off when he pulls back which is the moment you take notice of the tears streaming down your cheeks.

You give him a soft smile before going back to wrapping your lips around his tip, but you don't get very far.

Kyoutani pulls you back, his grip on the back of your neck not firm enough to hurt you.

"I promise I'm going to fuck your throat properly and even cum in your mouth the next time we do this but right now I just can't stop thinking about that tight cunt of yours", he says, helping you get up and almost instantly pulling you onto his lap; his wet cock rubbing against your panty covered core as Kyoutani pulls you in for a kiss.

It's sloppy and rushed, the way his tongue grazes over yours before he pulls it between his lips and starts sucking at it. Your hips start moving against his cock, your sensitive pussy craving some kind of friction as the arousal has your head spinning like crazy.

You start moaning and whimpering into his mouth when Kyoutani’s hips start meeting your desperate movements, applying the perfect amount of pressure onto your needy clit.

You feel the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening, the clenching of your cunt becoming worse the more you hump Kyoutani's cock like a woman starved.

But nothing prepares you for the feeling of one of his large digits entering you. Your hole start clenching around his finger Kyoutani pushes another one in, both digits buried inside of your little cunt.

"Such a good girl for me, aren't you, baby? I'm going to finger you nice and slow so you're ready for my cock. Now come on, my love; show me what a good whore you are and ride my fingers", Kyoutani encourages you, his hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin behind your ear and without missing a beat, your hips meet the skillful thrusts of his fingers.

Kyoutani continues to whisper naughty things into your ear, his other hand eventually wrapping around your throat as he makes sure you look into his eyes when you stumble over the edge.

Your high hits you hard and fast, the intensity knocking the breath out of your lungs and leaving you gasping for it; something you should be used to by now yet still can't believe is even possible.

He pushes you off of his lap softly, helps you get rid of his shirt as well as your ruined panties before he makes you lay down in the middle of his bed; eyes locking with yours when he also starts undressing.

"My pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, his hand caressing the soft skin of your thighs, spanking you every now and then just because he's absolutely obsessed with the way your whole body tenses whenever his hand meets your skin.

“Look at me", he orders and almost instantly your head shoots up to meet his gaze, the sight of his naked body distracting you a lot more than you expected but after all this is the first time you get to see the rest of his tattoos; the ones you usually only get a tiny glimpse of depending on his outfit choice.

Kyoutani spreads your legs apart, his eyes never leaving yours even when he starts jerking off again and you can't hold back the soft whimpers and begs leaving your lips.

But also something about his flushed cheeks and swollen lips as well as his messy hair falling into his face has you incredibly turned on.

"We've never talked about this before but are you on the pill, baby?", he asks, pushing one of his thumbs into his mouth before he brings it down to your clit and starts rubbing soft circles into it, making you arch your back off of the mattress as you bury your face in the pillow to keep your noises down.

"N-No", you whisper, a deep sigh coming from Kyoutani and even though you know you shouldn’t do it, you stop him from bending over to the drawer of his nightstand, making him look at you in confusion.

“But I still want you to raw me, please...", you add and gulp harshly when his whole body seems to go into some kind of haze once the words leaveyour lips.

Kyoutani looks at you, his eyes darkening even more as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and lets out a loud moan of your name.

"I can't just raw you, baby", he presses through gritted teeth, his mask slowly falling apart the more you rub yourself against his cock, "you've never had sex without a condom and my pull out game is weak, even weaker when it comes to you because fuck – the thought of filling you up with my cum sounds so fucking good", Kyou groans when you scoot up a little, taking his length into your hand before you line him up with your entrance.

"B-But what if you get pregnant, sweet girl?", he sighs and tries to pull away, making you wrap your arms around his neck as you look into his pretty eyes.

"That will just show everyone around us how well you've fucked me", you whisper and elicit another deep moan from him, his whole body shaking slightly as he tries to hold himself back from just pounding into you.

"Such a cockhungry whore", he hisses and – finally – starts pushing his fat cock into your tiny cunt, the slight stretch making you both gasp for air.

“If that's what you want, then that’s what you get, you little slut. I'm going to fucking raw you and fill you up with all of my cum, make you my cumslut", Kyoutani grunts, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before he harshly grabs your face and looks into your eyes as he buries more of himself inside of you.

"F-Fuck, you're big", you whimper, throwing your head back and trying your very best to stop clenching around his cock.

“We're almost there, baby- you got this, s-stop clenching", Kyoutani grunts against your parted lips. Without a warning, Kyoutani pushes the rest of his huge cock inside of you, bottoming out completely.

“F-Fuck...you’re so– tight”, Kentarou grunts, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, “it’s like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“S-So good...so fucking good, nngh-”, your little whimpers and whines are slurred, barely coherent as the feeling of being filled to the brim pushes you into a haze of pleasure.

You feel the pulsation of his cock against your spongy walls, his hands nervously roaming your body and groping one of your tits, as he obviously tries to calm himself down.

And then he finally starts moving.

A deep, guttural moan leaves the both of you when he pulls himself out of your tight hole, dragging his huge cock along the walls of your little cunt in the most delicious way possible before he almost brutally shoves himself back in again.

“Mhm, just like that, you little brat”, he grunts, sitting up on his knees as he pushes your legs further apart, his eyes focusing the way his fat cock stretches your hole just how he’s been imagining it all this time, “coming up to me and talking about having your little cunt rawed like some cumhungry little whore.”

You start nodding almost instantly at his words, your brain barely recognizing them, the only thing you can focus on being the way the tip of his cock grazes the entrance to your womb with every harsh, brutal thrust of his hips.

His thrusts find a steady rhythm, hard and so, so deep.

“Open your mouth”, Kyoutani grunts, a single drop of sweat finding its way down the center of his tattooed chest, the sight making you whimper and whine for him even louder as you part your lips as soon as you process his words.

“You know what? I’d rather have you say it”, he suddenly hisses, pulling his cock out of your spasming cunt before he presses your legs together and shoves himself back inside of you with one skilled thrust of his hips.

You have no idea at what point you start crying but by the time Kyoutani's moans and grunts start picking up their pace, you're a sobbing mess.

“S-Say wh-what?”, you sob, hiding your tear and spit stained face behind your hands, not daring to look up at him.

“I want you to ask for my spit and beg for my cum”, Kentarou’s voice grows raspier, the dominance seething through every single one of his words makes it so easy for you to fall even further into the hole of absolute submission, “and stop hiding yourself, angel girl..I wanna watch the way I’m fucking your brains out.”

A row of loud, high pitched whines and a combination of sobs and moans are the only thing you manage to respond with, your brain clouded with the feeling of his thick cock dragging along the spongy walls of your cunt.

And before you can even comprehend his next movement, you hear the loud sound of skin meeting skin followed by the delicious feeling of a sting sending jolts of pain through your body, something you’ve come to love after so many hours with the tattoo artist.

“I told you to ask and beg for it, angel girl..you’re making me wait”, Kentarou spits, never once halting the movements of his hips as he watches the way you start sobbing even more, your cunt spasming around his cock after his painful spank.

“Please...f-fuck, please spit in my mouth and my face and on my cunt- want it all”, you start brabbling, another row of incohrent begs following right afterwars as your hips sloppily meet his harsh thrusts, “I want you to stuff me full of your cum, too- please, Daddy, wanna be your little c-cumdumpster.”

“There you go..”, Kyoutani’s plump lips stretch into a big smile as his cock throbs at the sound of that one forbidden little word he’s come to love even more after hearing it from you only a handful of times.

He didn’t hesitate to tell you about how much it turns him on around two weeks after the two fo you had started dating and even though he never really expected you to use it, he was secretely hoping for you to overcome your shyness.

You had used it only twice before when the pleasure had gotten too much for your brain to handle and Kyoutani knew you’d stop holding yourself back as soon as you got a taste of his cock.

“What did you just call me, pretty girl?”, he cooes, giggling softly at the way you whimper and cry even harder, knowing oh so well what he wants to hear.

And for the first time you just can’t get yourself to argue with the little voice in the back of your head; the feeling of his cock stretching your tiny cunt making it so, so easy to just let go of all those doubts and worries.

“Please, Daddy”, you reply and look into his eyes, groping your own tits as you arch your back to feel him even deeper inside of you, “n-need your cum inside of me...please- want everyone to know who I belong to.”

You don’t really expect it, yet your pussy almost instantly start clenching around his cock when kyoutani harshly grabs your face, making you part your lips before he spits into your mouth.

The loud, lewd sound of it rings in your ears in the best way possible and acting like a literal aphrodisiac in combination with the delicious taste of his saliva coating the hot muscle of your tongue.

You hum softly before you swallow it all, a gentle sob escaing your lips before you look up at him again.

"Now go on, angel girl”, he growls, pushing his hand in between your legs to rub circles into your hardened clit, “I want you to cum for me. Be a good little dumpster for your Daddy and show me what only I can do to you.”

You can barely process his words, the lewdness just fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach as you lose yourself in the feeling of your upcoming high. But you still start nodding, cringing at the feeling your saliva dripping down your jawline.

And with one last thrust, you feel your high crashing down onto you with such heaviness, you're left absolutely breathless.

Your whole body is trembling as the waves of your orgasm hit you, a row of incoherent words leaving your lips before you stop trying and just start crying for your precious Daddy.

"That's my baby”, is the first thing your brain manages to process again, everything still a blurry mess and when you look at Kyou, you realize you’re still cumming.

Your cunt is almost painfully spasming around his big cock, your juices dripping down the sides of his length as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“You’re such a good, good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? I'm so proud of you", Kyoutani praises you, his thrust a little sloppier than before and from the way he's digging his fingers into the skin of your waist, you can only assume that he's also quiet close, "you're also going to take all of Daddy’s cum, right, baby? We gotta make sure I fill you up nicely..."

You take a deep breath, your slightly overstimulated cunt sending shivers down your spine as your eyes focus on Kyoutani's parted lips.

"Please, Daddy...need you to fill me up with your cum", you encourage him and when you slowly push two of your fingers into his mouth, knowing how much he loves to suck on them no matter what situation you’re both in, you finally get to see his whole face crunch up in pleasure.

His body tenses up as his grip on your waist becomes firmer before he starts cumming inside of you with a deep, raspy moan; coating the walls in several shades of white with three thick spurts of his cum.

Kyoutani buries his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly calms down, loud breathing and rushed gasps for air the only thing to fill the inside of his empty room.

"I love you so much", he whispers and gives you a soft kiss, his cock still firmly buried inside of your sensitive cunt before he shoots you a soft smile; looking almost boyish with his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

"I love you, too, D-Daddy”, you whisper, gulping harshly as the words leave your lips, feeling yourself grow even smaller underneath his strong yet comforting gaze, “thank you for giving us a chance", you add and pull him into for another kiss.

"Kyoutani Kentarou, your favorite group of walking disappointments is back and better than ev - oh", Iwaizumi Hajime, Kyoutani's High School best friend, fellow tattoo aritst and roommate suddenly yells and almost brutally slams open the door, startling you to the last bone in your body.

Kyoutani is quick to cover you up with his body, his hand reaching for one of the blankets on the floor as he grunts in annoyance.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know–", "What is it, Iwa-Chan? Is he jerking off again? Kyoutani Kentarou you little piece of shit, just go and fuck that–", just like Iwaizumi, Oikawa – who also happens to be his best friend, felow tattoo artist and roommate – comes to stand in the doorway, bumping into his best friend before he finally spots the two of you.

"You're naked", he points out, closing his eyes almost instantly after realizing what he has just come to witness and despite the disgusting feeling of wanting to disappear and never come back again, you can't help but giggle at their shocked and slightly disgusted faces.

Kyoutani takes a deep breath and pulls out of you, still making sure to hide you behind his body before he hands you the blanket and lets his eyes shift to the door, looking at his best friends in pure disbelief.

"Kawa stop fucking staring and – can you two please fuck off?", he yells, pulling the boys back to reality and the way both of them shift to look at you only to blush from their necks to their ears has you chuckling softly.

This type of situation is nothing you’re not used to – unfortunately.

"Uhm – of course! Oh, my fucking God! So sorry, Kyou", Iwaizumi stutters and wraps his fingers around the doorknob, avoiding your eyes as much as he can before he pushes Oikawa away and then closes the door with another row of apologies.

Kyoutani just looks at you apologetically as he shakes his head and face palms himself, making the both of you burst into loud laughter.

And after taking a shower together and actually eating some late dinner with the boys, you fall asleep with Kyoutani's arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his face buried inside the crook of your neck and one last love confession.

And when those sweet words fall past his lips yet again, you realize – you're finally home.

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HI CAN I REQUEST 58 61 AND 99 WITH SUKUNA🥺

Kitchen encounters with the King of Curses

SUKUNA X F!READER// fluff+ nsfw!!// 1.9k+

the 3 kitchen encounters that changed your relationship with Sukuna. 

#58 “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” 

 #61 “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.”

#99 “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.” 

(Tags/Warnings- starts out with crack and fluff but MAJOR smut and filth at the end! Degradation, Oral (receiving), creampie, being bent over a table??)

A/N: you can either consider the reader to be in a poly relationship with both Yuji and Sukuna, or you can just take Yuji as your room-mate/friend. 

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“Oh my god stop it- what is wrong with you argh-”

“I will burn down this kitchen the next time you try to put such an atrocious thing near me again-”

You snorted in the corner, hands coming up to suppress your uncontrollable laughter. You never thought there would be a day you’d watch the mouth of your lover try to attack it’s own host (and your room-mate) after Yuji had promptly tried to pop in a piece of coffee jelly into the mouth on his palm. Noticing your presence, the curse spat a few bitter words at you too while Yuji pleaded for your help in the background,

“He said he was hungry!” Yuji exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

“Well, I don’t think he did anything wrong then Sukuna, it’s not like you specified what you were hungry for...” You replied, tone laced with playfulness as you watched the mouth disappear from Yuji’s palm.

It was silent for a while, and you heard Yuji sigh with relief, but it was short-lived as the mouth once again reappeared on his neck, a smirk growing as it lowly said,

“Now that I think of it, I do know what I’m hungry for. You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

The comment was enough to make heat crawl up your entire face, prompting Yuji to shoo away at the mouth with his hand (not a great idea because he did get bitten in the process). 

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“Where’s the milk?”

You yelped, almost dropping the said milk carton at the sudden intrusion of a deep voice that you didn’t think you would ever get used to. Turning around, you realised that it wasn’t just a mouth on some part of Yuji’s body that spoke, but the king of curses in flesh himself. Very much in flesh indeed as he walked around in just a pair of sweatpants. Concentrating hard on keeping your eyes above his chest, you asked,

“Must you get rid of the shirt every single time you shift?”

“Yes” he replied without missing a beat. You pretended to ignore the sharp-set pair of eyes that were darting down your bare legs.

“And why do you need milk ? I didn’t think you required food for sustenance...or even preferred it.”

“I need it to take a bath of course.”

You scrunched your eyebrows, head tilting in confusion as you contemplated if he was being serious.

He countered with a look of his own that made it seem like his request was the most obvious thing in the world.

“And perhaps..you can join me” He said while covering the distance between you both in two long strides

Your face flustered at his suggestive tone, a hand reaching down to tug at your over-sized shirt nervously. His eyes darkened as his eyes raked down your body once more. Your breath hitched in your throat as he placed a hand right beside your head on the kitchen shelf, leaning forward until you could feel his breath on your neck,

“If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants , I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.” he whispered.

You gasped, half intimidated- half excited as his other hand lightly trailed up your side. But then just as quickly, you felt the warmth of his bare skin leave as he took a few steps back away from you. Noticing the sudden emptiness in your hand, you snapped your head up, your eyes meeting a pair of mischievous ones , whose possessor now held the milk carton in one hand as he walked away whistling a tune you didn’t quite know.

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It would be an understatement to say that Yuji’s mission had been a train-wreck. The biggest flaw being that you, a civilian, not only got dragged into it, but were also gravely injured. The higher ups had only let him get away with it because despite being utterly beaten and ruined himself, he had still risked his life to make sure he carried you to safety. No one knew that it wasn’t actually Yuji, who had ended up succumbing to his injuries, but the malicious curse instead who had gently nosed at your hair, carrying you back home as he, in his words, “forbid you from leaving him alone in this ramshackled world.”

That was the last you had seen of him, Yuji being caught up in meetings with the higher ups as you stayed in the now protected apartment, still recovering. And now here you were, standing in the kitchen in a comfy pair of shorts and sweatshirt, waiting for your tea to heat up in the microwave.

“Well, well, what did I say about you not changing out of those shorts...” 

Your entire body stilled for a second at the voice that had become as familiar to you as the back of your hand. Turning around, your eyes met his, relieved that he was finally back. 

Sukuna seemed to be in a daze as you walked towards him, your arms encasing his torso as you buried your head into his chest. When you didn’t feel him embrace you back, you pulled away worriedly. You knew it wasn’t just the strain on Yuji’s body that made him seem tired, his eyes were sunken, almost hollowed out as he continued to stare into your face. Your hand reached up to caress his face as a way of asking if he was okay. That finally seemed to snap him back to reality as leaned further into your touch.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” He mumbled onto the skin of your palm, eyes moving up to meet yours.

Your heart swelled with joy at the raw tenderness in his words. Getting up on your tip-toes, you pressed your lips to his, hands moving to entangle in his hair. Small pecks turned into deep passionate kisses as your tongues clashed with each other. You lightly squealed as his arms wrapped around you, easily picking you up and putting you on the marble counter-top.

For once you were mad that he hadn’t ripped apart Yuji’s shirt as your hands slid under it to run your nails across his muscular abdomen. He got the message as he deftly pulled it over his head in one go, doing the same for your shirt and bra that were ripped off of you and discarded somewhere on the floor. Your shorts soon enough joining the pile.

Sukuna’s hands wandered and travelled all across the expanse of your body. Everywhere except for right where you wanted him. His mouth sucked hickeys onto the skin of your neck as his hands fondled your breasts, rolling around and pinching your sensitive nipples.

You cried out his name, a plea asking for more. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard and the curse decided that it won’t be the last time he does so. His lips trailed down your body, making sure to leave a trail of evidence behind, teeth coming into the mix to leave a bite-mark every now and then. Looking up at you from between your thighs, he had never had a better view. His mouth watered at the sight of your dripping heat as he pulled apart your legs. You were literally spread out like a feast on the table, a feast that was all for him to enjoy.

“Plea-please- need you to touch me.”

“Patience, my love.”

He ran a digit around your sensitive nub, another finger dipping down to add some lubrication to his perverse ministrations. You swore you saw stars as he finally leaned forward, pulling your thighs over his shoulders as his tongue rolled out to lick a broad stripe across your folds. The moans of your pleasure mixed in with the slurping sounds of him licking away at your juices only seemed to spur him on further as his lips suctioned around your swollen clit, making you buck your hips into his face. One of his hands slid up to knead one of your tits as he continued to devour you. You suddenly felt a wet sensation across your nipple, looking down to see the mouth on his palm nibbling at your bud. The mouth on his palm pulled your nipple into its mouth at the same time that Sukuna’s tongue latched around your clit, his teeth lightly grazing the hood making you scream out his name as your orgasm crashed through you.

Your chest was heaving, eyes still closed when he came up, teeth nibbling on the side of your jaw as his hand pushed away stray hair out of your face,

“You were so needy just a while ago. Already tired are we?” He asked in a playful mocking tone.

“Not in the-” You panted slightly, “...least bit.”

He looked up at you, hooded eyes filled with lust as he licked a stripe right across your jaw to your ear, before moving away, making you whine.

“So impatient...” He commented, clicking his tongue as he pulled you up, melding his lips with yours once more as your hands moved to explore the expanse of his broad shoulders.

“I want you bent over this counter. Now.” He growled out against your lips, barely moving back as you rushed to hop down and turn over, his hands already pushing your back down.

One of his hands reached to the front to rub your slick heat, the other pulling his thick member out of his briefs, a moan escaping your mouth as he lightly tapped it against the inside of your thigh.

“ah- fuck-” You moaned out loud as two of his fingers filled you up, but it wasn’t enough, “Sukuna- please- need you to inside me so bad” You choked on your words as you begged.

“Only since you asked so nicely.” was the response as the hand that was covered in your slick now moved up to wrap across your throat as Sukuna lined himself up with your folds. You threw your head back against his chest, gripping the edge of the table as he entered you.

“I’m not even halfway through and you’re already so stretched out...stuffed all full of my cock like the needy little slut you are huh?”

Your eyes rolled back at his filthy words, hips jutting out towards him more as he filled you completely. Both of you moaned in unison as he started to move, hands gripping onto your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he relentlessly thrusted into you. You groaned in both pain and pleasure as a harsh slap came down onto your ass, followed by an arm lifting one of your legs up. His cock brushed against that one sensitive spot inside your walls at the new angle, his thrusts getting deeper with each stroke as you came undone once again with a loud scream, his name like a plea on your lips. Sukuna found his own release soon enough, pulling out to spray the lower half of your back with his seed, making a mess everywhere.

You were in a post-sex daze as you felt yourself being lifted up and carried into the bathroom. Soon enough, you found yourself being lowered into a hot bath, another body joining you as arms wrapped around your figure, making you sigh and nuzzle into the familiar scent. You felt your eyes fall shut, a small smile still etched on your lips, unbeknown to the two pair of eyes on the curse’s face, filled with adoration, as they stared down at you. 

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The next morning, you sat on the same countertop you had been utterly ruined on top of last night, the eyes of your lover  (who had reluctantly carried you out from the comfort of your bed because you were hungry at 6 am and couldn’t walk by yourself) met yours as he pulled out the box of blueberries from the fridge.

“Maybe you’d like to give another chance to coffee jelly now-”

“I will kill you-”

“I’ll feed it to you if you want you kno-”

You were cut off by a pair of lips pressing against your own in a gentle kiss,

“I have something much more delicious right here already.”

[emmys-writing]

Ballerina

Pairing- Hotchner x Reid

Warnings- bottom spencer, explicit content, dom hotch, sir kink, small cock spencer, this is unedited, hotch is kind of a dick but not really, short spencer, ballerina spence, jack is in ballet <3, degradation

When the class of 6 year olds finally was rounded up and cleared out of the studio by stressed and exhausted parents, Spencer sighed in relief. The last kid was picked up 20 minutes late and of course it was inconvenient but Spencer loved these kids. They always had bright happy smiles on their faces and cute clumsy wobbles as they tried to balance on the bar the way Spencer did. Spencer smiled softly and hummed to himself, grabbing the loose pieces of garbage that occasionally littered the floor. It wasn’t until he heard a throat being cleared that he jumped with a small yelp and looked towards the door where the noise came from. 

Aaron Hotchner, Jack's father who rarely showed up to their rehearsals, stood there with his arms crossed and his normal stern facial expression on. As much as Spencer wanted to remain professional, he couldn’t help but notice how handsome the older gentleman was. He wore a gray suit that although slightly unfitted, still fit the broad and muscled shoulders and Spencer hated to admit it but this man was definitely a weakness of his. He was arrogant at times and not one for joking around, if he did show up he didn’t stay to chat either. He just grabbed Jack and left. 

“Sorry Mr. Hotchner, I didn't see you there!” Spencer blushed and connected his own hands behind his back in a shy manner. Aaron just nodded. 

“I’m here to pick up jack” Straight to the point. 

“O-Oh… Jessica actually already picked him up. I’m sorry sir, i would’ve phoned you if i knew you planned on picking him up” He explained, walking closer and flashing an apologetic smile. Normally if this was any other parent he would roll his eyes at the bad planning but Mr Hotchner was different. Spencer saw this as an opportunity to get to know the man who he’s been ogling for more than a year. 

“You look tired, do you want to stay for a coffee? I already have some brewing and I have lots of sugar and cream” The younger one offered. Aaron surprisingly took him up on that offer as well. 

It had been a long case and he just got off the jet, coming straight to the ballet studio afterwards. So what if he found his son's instructor a bit attractive? coffee wouldn’t be so bad, he thought. It’s not like he would end up bending him over and- no. He mentally smacked himself for being so perverted towards the man in front of him. He was small, maybe 5’6 or 5’7 at most, had a slender frame as well as the most adorable smile and soft looking hair that he would love to reach out and touch. Aaron took a step towards the stack of plastic chairs and took one, placing it down on the ground. He took a seat while Spencer made his way towards the coffee pot. 

“I take it black” Hotch told him and watched the ballerina as he smiled at him and poured the bitter liquid in the plain white mug. Hotch took the opportunity to admire the young body when Spencer was turned around. Hotch knew it was wrong, the boy was just so sexy without even trying. The thin black tights hugged his thighs just right and the little skirt he wore flared out around his small waist, accentuating the round of his ass. Hotch felt the front of his pants tightening, his chest tightened and he felt himself getting warm. Spencer turned back around forcing hotch to immediately struggle to tear his eyes away. Spencer noticed though. He saw the lustful glances and tent in his pants, it gave him an amazing opportunity. After Spencer handed Aaron the cup he looked up at him with the same lust filled eyes. 

“Do you mind if I work on some of my stretches?” Spencer asked while internally smirking. 

“No, go ahead” He took a slow sip from the cup and leaned back in the small, plastic chair. 

Spencer went to the bar and lifted his leg up, he did it a few more times before huffing and looking over at the other presence in the room. 

“I need a little bit of help, could you?” He blushed and looked down at his ballet shoes. Hotch couldn’t say no, he knew that Spencer would feel the bulge but he was hoping to play it off as just having a big dick, which technically wasn't a lie either. Aaron got up from the small plastic chair and stood behind Spencer, he lightly placed his hands on the younger man's bony hips and bit his lip gently. Spencer was perfect in every way. Spencer lifted his leg up once more but not without pushing his behind against Hotch's groin. Hotch struggled to keep in a groan but successfully was able to, this didn't stop the other man though. He continued to push up against him and made small groaning noises as he stretched despite not actually needing to make noise. The thing that finally broke hotch was when Spencer bent over and the thin tights truly lived up to their name. The tights were slightly see through in the lighting and position he was in, this caused hotch to groan and place a hand over his crotch through his dress pants, cupping it lightly in hopes he could conceal it even just a little bit. He couldn't. Spencer turned around at the noise and smiled cheekily. 

“Something wrong Mr. Hotchner?” Spencer leaned against the wall and looked up at him. 

“Nope, just keep doing what you were doing”

“Oh really? Because I think that I...” He trailed off while reaching out and placing his hand over Hotchs, feeling his erection go slightly stiffer at the contact. “...Am making you hard”

Hotch didn't know how to respond to that but he kept his straight and tall, intimidating posture to make sure Spencer knew he had no control over him. 

“Am I making you hard sir?” Spencer asked innocently and looked up with big brown eyes. That was all it took for Hotch to grab Spencer's waist and push him into the wall further. Spencer giggled and tangled his fingers in the taller man's hair.

“You're such a little slut you know that?” Hotch chuckled darkly as Spencer nodded in response. Something in the older man's demeanor changed and he was no longer the stern father who made minimal small talk. He was now the Sexy, dominating, strong man who had his son's ballet teacher pressed against the studio wall and degrading him. They both loved it. 

“Answer me” Hotch said harshly and used one hand to grab hold of Spencer's jaw, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“Y-Yes sir, i'm a little slut” He whimpered.

“Good girl” He smirked and Spencer swore that he melted at the nickname. Hotch looked down between their bodies and furrowed his brows, Spencer didn't have a visible erection and it confused him slightly. Surely if he wanted this he would be hard, and especially noticeable if he's in tights? 

“Spencer, are you sure you want this?” He asked, concerned. 

“I- yes why?” Spencer looked up at him confused.

“Well- I erm… You are not visibly hard so I wanna make sure you don't feel pressured.” Spencer blushed furiously in embarrassment and gulped.

“I'm just on the smaller side…” He whispered but it was loud enough for Hotch to catch. He groaned softly and reached down to Spencer's hips, flipping him to face towards the mirrored walls.

“Is that so baby?”

“Yes sir…” Spencer surprised himself when he felt his face get warmer than before because he was pretty sure it was almost impossible. Hotch placed his hand under Spencer's chin, forcing him to look at himself in the mirror. It was embarrassing how easily he fell apart. Aaron kissed and sucked and nipped at Spencer's pale neck, leaving behind dark marks that would definitely be difficult to cover up before his next class. Aaron brought his hands down to Spencer's ass and grabbed the thin fabric of tights and underwear before ripping a hole in the back of it, the tights were easily ripped up the front as well though leaving the man's small, pretty pink cock and hole on display for the other man. 

“Oh, so cute and small, darling. Like a little clit” Spencer whined and leaned forward to place his forehead on the mirror but quickly corrected by Aaron who laid a harsh and loud, echoing slap to his bare behind. 

“Don't hide, I want to have you watch me make you fall apart. I'm going to break you into nothing but a whimpering and whiny mess” Spencer just nodded, he was at a loss for words and had no idea how to reply. Hotch brought one hand to Spencer's mouth, Spencer gladly took the long and thick fingers into his mouth, sucking for a good amount of time before pulling off and looking into Hotch's eyes through the mirror. 

“I-I have a small bottle of lube in my bag” He didn't have any shame at this point, all he wanted was to have Aarons cock filling his ass. Aaron went to the side and looked through the dance bag, smirking at the spare pair of clothes and thongs to reduce the panty lines when wearing tights. It wasn't long before he found the bottle and quickly went back to Spencer who eagerly pushed his ass out. 

“Patience, you may be a slut but you can wait” he chastised and chuckled darkly before spitting on his hole before placing a generous amount of lube. Hotch added two fingers immediately and Spencer cried out at the burn he felt, it was a good burn though… It became a mix of pain and pleasure so it wasnt long before Spencer began fucking himself onto the older mans fingers. Soon enough he had four fingers fucking into him but it didnt last long because Hotch pulled them out and placed the tip of his cock at his entrance.

“Beg.”

“Sir please!” He cried, tears almost forming in his eyes from desperation. Hotch seemed to take pity on poor Spencer luckily. The tip of Hotch's cock was pushed into the desperate and greedy hole before slowly sinking in more until he bottomed out. 

“Such a good hole for me aren't you? My little slut, little cockslut…” Hotch groaned and gripped Spencer's hips tightly. 

“Yes sir, i'm your little cockslut!” He whimpered and threw his head back. A few slow thrusts were made, slowly building up in pace and roughness until Spencer was a whimpering and moaning mess beneath the older gentleman. Hotch reached forward and grabbed ahold of Spencer's little cocklet, rubbing at the tip and watching Spencer's facial reactions through the mirror.

“S-Sir im gonna-”

“No.” He whined and looked up at Hotch, clawing at the bar in front of him.

“Such a cute little cocklet huh? Do you like it when I rub it like a clit?” 

“Yes sir, p-please i-i need to”

“Shh.. it's okay. Just a little bit longer okay? Hold on for me” 

Another few minutes go by of Hotch jack hammering into Spencer before he looks into Spencer's eyes through the mirror and he gives him verbal confirmation to cum. 

“Cum with me” is all it took for Spencer to let go and cum all over the mirror, clenching his hole around the hard cock inside of him to milk him as well. He felt hotch's cum fill him up to the brim and when he pulled out, the bit of remaining cum spilled out of him and down his thighs. 

When both of them catch their breaths and steady themselves, Hotch grabs a thong from Spencer's bag and cleans up the cum falling down his thighs but leaves the cum inside of him. 

“I’ll see you next class” Hotch smirked and slapped Spencer's ass before grabbing his cup of coffee, downing the rest of it and walking out the door. 

[emeren]

zoom call- eren jaeger

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader 

word count: 1.7k

content warnings: smut, 18+, very slight degradation, voyeurism if you squint (not really though)

notes: i wrote this a couple months back before that video went viral on tik tok, but it was the only completed draft i had, so here we go! very rushed but hope you enjoy :) (also my first time writing smut lol) 

SUMMARY: eren is a little shit when it comes to letting you focus on your zoom classes, especially when you make it obvious you’re trying to ignore him

you lazily rubbed your eyes in response to the bright computer screen. the eight thirty lecture time was starting to wear down on your motivation. you sat, half asleep in front of your laptop, gaze drearily focused on the professor’s face. 

school had become utterly disengaging; hours spent scrolling through your phone and blatantly ignoring your professors. you briefly wondered if class was really worth it at all anymore. 

as your professor began to delve into their lecture on calculus, you could hear your boyfriend in the other room as he began to stir awake. you felt pretty bad, in all honesty. for as long as you’d known eren, he’d made it obvious that he loved nothing more than to sleep in. no matter how quiet you tried to be, it seemed like you woke him up earlier than he wanted every single morning. 

you cringed as you heard the bedroom door creak open, followed by the sound of his muffled footsteps. 

double checking that your mic and camera were indeed off, you turned to see your boyfriend standing sleepily in the doorway. his hair was down and messy; body only adorning a pair of grey sweatpants that sat tantalizingly low on his hips. his teal eyes were squinted with a tired annoyance. 

“sorry, did i wake you up again?” you whispered, despite the fact that no one on the zoom call could hear you. eren’s face creased into a frown at the question. 

“yeah, but s’alright,” he responded, voice thick with slumber. you offered an apologetic smile before turning back to your lecture. eren quietly left the room as you resulted to writing down some half-hearted notes, your brain absently drifting towards your plans for the weekend. 

about ten minutes had passed when you felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around your shoulders, eren’s lips meeting your cheek in a morning greeting. 

his minty breath fanned across your face; you could see that he’d pulled his hair back into a messy knot from his reflection on the computer screen. though his warm gesture made your stomach erupt in butterflies, you were determined to pay attention to the class in front of you. eren took notice. 

“trying to stay focused, hm?” he mumbled as his mouth began to trail down to your neck, peppering the skin with light kisses. you groaned in slight annoyance, attempting to push him away.

“i need to take notes, eren,” you reprimanded. eren didn’t seem so easily swayed, however. 

his mouth found its way back to your neck, beginning to gently suck on the soft skin. you felt your face warm up at the sensation, an all too familiar ache between your legs. curse your boyfriend for being so goddamn horny all the time. 

“go ahead, m’not stopping you,” eren whispered hotly against the skin. you bit your lip as you tried to remain focused on whatever your teacher was talking about, but the words were going in one ear and out the other.

his warm lips began to shift down towards your collarbone and the place where your shirt interrupted the flow of bare, kissable flesh. 

eren’s large hand ran smoothly over the expanse of your right arm before coming up to cup your breast and giving it a generous squeeze. his nimble fingers pinched at your nipple through the fabric of your shirt, causing you to emit a low moan. your eyes snapped to his face in embarrassment over the noise.

eren had a smug look on his face, like he had just won some unspoken argument, the little shit. you glared up at him as he stood to his full height, teal eyes glancing to the computer screen as he momentarily considered something. 

“your camera is off, right?” he asked huskily. you swallowed before nodding. his question could only confirm what you already suspected he was going to do. 

placing either hand on the arm rests of the chair, eren leaned leaned over your body and glowered down at you. “good. can’t have anyone else seeing you the way i do, can we?” 

eren’s possessiveness sent a warm feeling down your spine. the thought of being his and his alone was enough to have you on your knees. you burned with anticipation as he feverishly brought his mouth down to meet yours. 

the kiss was heated and wet, his tongue lapping at your lips as it slipped into your mouth. you sighed contentedly at the sensation. acting on a sudden impulse, you wrapped your lips delicately around his tongue and began to suck gently on the exposed muscle, eliciting a loud groan from eren’s throat. as you pulled away, you saw his dilated pupils snap to the string of saliva connecting your lips. 

“take your shirt off,” you did as you were told, pulling the fabric from your body. eren’s eyes quickly scanned the expanse of your chest; his hungry stare causing the spot between your legs to throb. he dropped to his knees before you, making sure to maintain eye contact as he slowly brought his head to your chest, mouth desperately latching onto your breast. 

his tongue swirled around your hardened nipple, a small whimper clawing its way up your throat. you leaned your head back as you felt eren’s lips curl into a smirk at the sound. his teeth carefully grazed the nub before he pulled back; face slightly flushed and still so very smug.  

his large hands slowly lifted to the hemline of your sweatpants, cold fingertips grazing your hipbone. he looked up to you as he hooked his fingers under the waistline whilst jutting his chin upwards. “up, baby.” 

you lifted yourself briefly from the chair as he pulled your sweatpants down, allowing them to pool around your ankles. as you went to sit back down, you caught your reflection in the computer screen, wincing. it felt unbelievable that you were completely exposed while your zoom class continued in the background. you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over your body and had half a mind to tell eren to stop. 

the moment of doubt passed breathlessly as eren’s awfully cold and awfully long middle and ring fingers pushed past your underwear and teased at your entrance. your lack of attention must’ve been apparent; eren’s free hand coming up to roughly grip your chin, forcing you to look down at him. 

“pay attention, pretty girl,” he growled, teal eyes glinting seriously. his fingers teasingly swiped up to your clit, collecting your slick as they travelled upwards. you sucked in a breath as he brought the digits back down, circling around your cunt before slowly pumping inside. 

you meekly nodded your head, unable to form a coherent sentence as he curled his fingers upwards, hitting the warm spongey spot that made your toes curl. your body began to heat up, watching eren’s beautiful face as he fucked you with his fingers. his chin was turned slightly upward, lips parted. his digits slid in and out of you, picking up speed as a soft moan left your lips. 

“such a wet little bitch,” eren hissed as he shifted to gain more leverage. the pressure in your core began to build, only amplified by the addition of his thumb on your sensitive clit. “fuck, you’re so hot like this. should we show the class your pretty little cunt, hm?”

you closed your eyes as the warmth started to spread from between your legs into your stomach, release on its way. his fingers began to slow, a whine bubbling up from your throat.

“eren..” you whimpered, watching a scowl form on his face. his fingers pulled out completely from inside of you, the lack of contact making you ache in need. 

still gripping your jaw, he forced you to watch as he placed his long fingers between his lips, slowly sucking the remnants of you from himself. you bit your lip to repress a moan at the slight of his tongue gliding over his knuckles. he was hot and he knew it. 

he leaned forward, pulling your face down as he stood. his grip on your jaw tightened, forcing your mouth to pop open. he spat directly in your mouth, the warm liquid pooling on your tongue as he stared down at you.

“swallow,” he demanded, waiting as you let the bitter yet saccharine liquid slide down your throat. pleased, he released his grip on your jaw, a slight stinging where his fingers had rested. “good girl.”

his hands came up to the hemline of his sweatpants, gingerly yanking them down along with his boxers. you felt heat rush to your face as his cock came up to slap against his stomach. 

“can you stand up for me, pretty?” you nodded, eyes wide as his hand came down to lazily pump his dick. standing, you stepped out of your sweatpants and pulled your panties down, kicking them both to the side. 

eren’s eyes glanced to your laptop once more, pushing it as far back on the wooden desk as it would go. before you had the chance to question his motives, he roughly gripped your hips and spun you around, pressing you down onto the table. the cool surface made you shiver. 

his hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your neck to crane uncomfortably backwards. you could feel him positioning the tip of his cock at your entrance, the throbbing desire in you preparing itself to be stretched. he hesitated, staring at you darkly.

“beg for it,” eren’s voice was laced with a deep desire, eyes clouded with lust. you looked back at him through your lashes, lips slightly parted as his chest heaved. he could tell you were trying to rile him up. he yanked your hair slightly in retaliation. “beg for my cock to fuck you, baby.” 

“please,” you mewled, the aching in your cunt all to aware of him at your entrance, teasing you. eren raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. you swallowed deeply, the sound amplified by the strain of your craned neck. “please fuck me. fuck me so hard, eren.” 

a smirk danced across his features before he slowly stuffed himself inside of you, stretching and embedding within you. you hissed out in discomfort, never really getting accustomed to the sheer size of him. the slight pain started to dissipate as leaned forward while pulling your head back further by your hair. his hot breath fanned across the shell of your ear. 

“if you’re loud enough, i’ll let you cum,” with that, he dropped your hair and began to roughly buck his hips forward, the full feeling making your stomach burn. you moaned loudly as he slammed into you, picking up pace and stretching you nice and good.

his grunts were low and primal, melding with the sound of his hips smacking into your ass, hands burning prints into the skin on your waist. you felt yourself clench around his dick as he thrusted particularly deep, hitting that sweet spot that made tears prick your eyes. 

“you’re so pretty for me,” he grunted breathlessly. his pounding began to speed up, the sensation beginning to curdle in your cervix as you let out a string of curse words. eren fisted your hair again, the follicles stinging angrily as he brought his other hand forward to stuff his first two fingers in your mouth. 

the skin was warm and salty as you desperately sucked on his knuckles, frantic for the release you were craving as he abused your cunt. he pressed his fingers down on your tongue, allowing your mouth to fill with hot saliva. he groaned loudly at the sensation, his hips beginning to buck more senselessly. 

“pretty, pretty girl,” he moaned out, fingers pulling from your lips and bringing the saliva down your chin. you could feel your release fast approaching, aided by eren’s deep, purposeful thrusts that had you seeing stars. 

with one final plunge of his cock deep within your cunt, the release of dopamine crashed over your body, eren twitching as you unraveled around him. with a couple more sloppy thrusts, he was filling you up all nice with his cum, throaty groans ripping from his chest. 

the two of you sat in a breathy silence, cooling down from your highs together. eren pulled out, smiling lightly at the sight of his seed dripping from between your legs. he leaned forward, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“better catch up on your notes, babe.” 

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