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Iâm not gonna tell you to dump your bf bc itâs unhelpful and alienating advice imo, but i recommend reading invisible women by Caroline criado-Perez to fully understand and recognise the way that male bias is baked into so many aspects of society and how it advantages all men and disadvantages all women, even when itâs not visible/noticeable. It will also equip you with a lot of helpful vocab. Same with everyday sexism by Laura Bates! Two very easy reads as far as feminist books go
Everyone is raised misogynistic and to prioritise male feelings and perspectives whether they realise it or not, and this creates an invisible bias where men are much more likely to be taken seriously the first time while women have to fight to be considered. Men as a whole interrupt women far more often than each other, and women do not generally interrupt men. Girls are discouraged from stem while boys are encouraged, you can read up on the glass ceiling and how itâs harder for us to progress in our careers because ultimately everyone trusts a man in a position of power far more. girls and women are encouraged to wear makeup and shave and mocked and belittled when they donât, but boys and men donât experience this expectation at all. you can talk about how women and men both work 9-5s now yet women still do the vast majority of the housework and childcare, there are lots of studies to back this up. you can also talk about the medical misogyny and how devastatingly common it is for women to have to fight tooth and nail to have their medical concerns taken seriously while men are typically believed first time. Iâm also an otherwise privileged white woman in the uk and yet it took me 8 years of desperate attempts to have my PCOS symptoms taken seriously and to get a diagnosis. another big one is just the constant sexual harassment that men typically donât deal with meanwhile every single woman i know has an SA story, or multiple.
Like others have suggested, you just need to talk about it, not just with him but your female friends and family members too, the more you discuss it the more you see and hear and the easier it is to put into words. and reading feminist works also helps massively too ofc
best of luck!
Thank you so much nonnie!!!!
I'm actually reading Invisible Women (it's amazing) rn but it's slow going bcs I have to stop every five pages out of sheer grief and annoyance
Someone before suggested that I need to get more involved with UK radfems bcs they are in the same boat and I totally agree. I think talking about it with people who know what they're talking about will do me a world of good. Thank youuu!!!
#anon#radical feminism#i love you anon youre my first nice comment#radblr#radical feminist safe#radical feminist community#radical feminists do interact#feminism#radical feminists do touch#radical feminist#radfem#radfems do touch
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is it weird that i wish y/n existed in the actual jjk verse. like her personality fits so well with almost every single character, and the chemistry between megumi and y/n is THE BEST â¸(ď˝ĄË áľ Ë )â¸âĄ
her personality is so real and unlike any other reader iâve come across in other reader x [insert character] fics. the chemistry between her and other characters doesnât feel forced, if you understand what i mean? i thoroughly enjoy reading EVERY scene because of that! (Ëśáľ áľ áľËś)
you said to look out for foreshadowing which is what i have been trying to do but perhaps iâm being a little silly looking way too early, considering other chapters have not been released yet. but one thing i have noticed is that megumi only really has shown CLEAR signs of liking her more than just a friend when he is about to leave her (not the scene where heâs silently fighting over sitting next to her at yujiâs place because that could arguably be seen as platonic too despite me seeing it as him liking her) - for example; when heâs going on vacation without her. now i understand that this is only one example but i have a feeling that this may become a reoccurring theme - what was it, absence makes the heart grow fonder? i have a feeling heâll only ever understand his feelings for her when he is away from her. and given the angst hashtag, it wouldnât exactly be surprising if for any reason they moved away from each other, whether figuratively or physically.
i could be completely wrong though and if thatâs the case, then this is embarrassing ( áľĚ´ĚśĚˇáˇâĄĚśÍáľĚ´ĚśĚˇáˇ
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but regardless, iâm so happy i stumbled across this fic. seriously, the way u write is awesome and i can only wish to be as good as you when it comes to writing! the dialogue, the chemistry between the characters is so cute and feels like a coming of age sitcom. i love it i love it i love it and i love you!! (ŕšËĚę´ËĚŕš)
please keep up the good work, soldier. i salut you for your hard work keeping us all sane after gege shattered our souls (stay alive, donât let him find you) ŕ´Śŕľŕ´Śŕ´ż(Ëľ â˘Ě á´ - Ëľ ) â§
liar, liar masterlist here
oh. my. GOSH. a long message? AJSJWKSJWJSJ STOPPP IâM SO EXCITED TO ANSWER THIS
it is not weird at ALL. i created this y/n with the sole thought that there should be a character as wild as her (i love goofy characters sm you have no idea). like my fav character from aot? connie. fav from jjk? gojo. fav from haikyuu? tanaka and hinata. fav from death note? L (donât lie, that man was funny af).
read that entire sentence about her chemistry with megumi and the relationship she has with the other characters not being forced with a FAT smile on my face đââď¸ an author knows theyâve won once someone points this out using their own free will. thank you for that đđ
the second i saw the word âforeshadowingâ in ur message, JAISJWISJWJSJ. YES, YOU HAVE A PREDICTION? TELL ME MORE (i feel like a mastermind rn muahahahaha) đ you are nawt silly for looking for it earlier. iâve dropped so many hints and no oneâs picked it apart yet (surprisingly). some are more obvious than others, but let me tell you now, once youâve noticed it, youâre gonna smack ur forehead and think âwhy didnât i see this before?â.
i LOVE how youâre playing devilâs advocate for yourself (youâre so smart omg). like youâve mentioned how the only in-your-face type of thing weâve seen so far is the airport scene (i mean, if gojo pointing it out wasnât so obvious, dk what is, really, lolol). and i also like how youâve made it so that the arguing in yujiâs room can be easily seen as platonic despite what you might think (we need smart people like you so pls donât die tyvm).
and OOH, IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU WITHOUT SPOILING IT. distance makes the heart grow fonder⌠yeah, canât reveal whether this trope is for them or not. i can, however, confuse you a little and say that youâre half right. maybe, like, forty five percent right if i have to slap a number on it. yeah. but there is something that occurs later on (you guessed it, with the angst hashtag) that makes me want to say that youâre actually fifty five percent right. idk, youâll see what i mean once the main storyâs out đ
this would NOT be embarrassing for you if youâre wrong, let me tell you that much. this ficâs been out since the end of december (beginning of january?) and no oneâs come to a prediction as well thought out as yours. for that, i will NOT forget you when i write out the half-correct prediction of yours in the coming chapters.
iâm so happy you stumbled across my fic too! đ iâm having sm fun writing this out and laughing to myself (not at you babe, just as the evil mastermind that i am). iâll be responsible for your complaints once the angst chapters get out (plural because thereâs a LOT of them planned). tysm for ur kind message, iâm so flattered my writing pleases you đ dialogue is hard to write, trying to match it with the characters ofc, so i appreciate your support on that đ
girl, gege will never find me. after what he did to my satoru, i will find him. donât get it twisted.
on the contrary, iâm so upset you wrote all of this anonymously but i respect it, there might be a gazillion reasons why youâd like to remain anonymous. so if you ever send a message again, just lmk itâs you. call yourself the âbig brain anonâ (đ¤) because youâre so smart and ily and donât be humble about it, you are SO smart <3
#gonna create a new tag specifically for predictions#gonna be called#liar liar predictions!#inspired by big brain anon! we love her!#spam ur love for her in the chats guys#*cricket noises bc ik no one will*#i will tho#đ¤#love her sm#i love everyone else too#my heartâs big enough to stuff every single on of you in there#for the ppl that are the first to like or comment (yk who you are babe)#for the ppl who tip SO GENEROUSLY (yk who the two of you are my loves)#i bought a nice cold coffee with it WHILST writing liar liar#like iâll only ever use the tips to get myself a treat while writing so your moneyâs spent on smth that will improve the story you arrived#here for#yk?#for the ppl who leave long comments or any comments at all for any of my stories :)#and for the ppl who have ever blazed my posts! (yk who you are!!)#ily allll#ahh iâm so excited#megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro x reader#fushiguro megumi x reader#megumi x y/n#megumi x you#liar liar asks!
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Dagger In The Heart
pairing: ellie williams x afab! reader
post about palestine - please be aware and know who your content comes from. this post informs you about the tlou writers and creators, as well as how to help the Palestinian people.
word count: 6.1k words
warnings: MINORS DNI!!! 18+ ty!!! abusive relationship mentioned, reader's bf is a cheating asshole, calls her names, makes comments about weight, talks of cheating, some lowkey cheating from reader, sharing clothes with ellie, ellie is 18+ but her age not specified, talks of hardly eating food at dinner, reader is a bit confused with her sexuality and wants to explore (which is fine!!! and normal!!!), wlw relations, pussy eating, fingering, tribbing, tattoos? lots of tattoos, dirty talk, reader being a bit desperate, getting caught (but not really), mentions of a strap, men being drunk and stupid. that's it. I think.
description: when you get the chance to meet your asshole boyfriendâs family, you take a liking to his sister, ellie. when a conversation about her tattoos turns into talks of what youâre really into, you canât help but want to explore it more.
authorâs note: hi girls, gays, and theys! I am so happy to be bringing this request to you. it was an anon request from july and I just suck at getting my life together to actually write. but here we are. FYI, I don't condone this behavior or cheating. anyway I hope you enjoy. I will also be putting this on my ao3 soon, so if you see it there, don't worry, it's just me (;
âYou gotta chill, babe. Your anxiety is giving me anxiety.â
He was never very good with comforting you, so you bite back your snappy comment and just fake a smile. Â
You had been dating your boyfriend Matt for almost a year. You two met in your college biology class and really bonded over your love for folk music and Greek food. He had kind eyes, mousy brown hair and the brightest smile you had ever seen.Â
At first, you thought this was the best relationship you ever could ask for, but Matt grew distant after four months together. You didnât know why, but his temper had shown itself one too many times. He fought with you constantly. He was quite jealous. You could never be seen with another boy without accusations of cheating. But every time you two argued, he always came back with an apology and a bouquet of flowers. You could not help but believe you could fix him.Â
It had been 10 months, you had to brave meeting his family. Unlike you, his family lived two towns over and he visited them quite often. He was close to his younger brother and mom, so he made a point to see them as much as he could.Â
He brought up the idea of meeting them back around the holidays, but you were planning to board a flight and visit your family across the country. He understood but was pretty disappointed you could not try his momâs infamous pumpkin pie.
You had no excuse when summer came. So here you are, standing with him at his childhood homeâs front door as he scrambled to find his keys.Â
You were sporting something more dressed up than your normal. Matt loved this one black dress on you, so you decided to wear that with some cute flats. You were sorely regretting the shoe decision, the pointed-toed shoes squeezed your big toe and the arch was not high enough to be comfortable.Â
He unlocks the deadbolt and the red door jolts open. You are instantly met with the scent of BBQ and cornbread. His childhood is cozy and lived in. The entrance is lined with shoes, everything from high heels to sneakers that have run through countless puddles. It was a sigh of relief, they were a no-shoes in the house family. You kick off your uncomfortable shoes, holding on to Mattâs shoulder for balance.Â
His mom is the first one to enter the hallway to meet you two at the door. She is quite beautiful, her hair darker than Mattâs. She was shorter, wearing a nice blouse and jeans. She welcomes you both with a bear hug and cheers of excitement. When she pulls you out of the embrace, she gets a better look at you.Â
âYou are more beautiful in person, pictures do not do your gorgeous smile justice,â She remarks, squeezing your hands.Â
You shake your head, trying your best not to let out that you are beyond nervous about this entire encounter. âYou are too kind, thank you so much for hosting us.â
âCome meet the crew!â
Matt eyes meet yours, noticing how tense you are. You had hoped for him to hold your hand and guide you through this experience, but instead he just nudges you with his shoulder. He brushes by, heading after his mom.Â
The hallway opens into a kitchen and living room, which is littered with random strangers who, in some way, resemble your boyfriend.Â
His brother, Collin, stands up first from the barstools, racing over to your boyfriend to dap him up. When he glances your way, you just smile and introduce yourself. He extends his hand to shake yours, which you gladly accept.Â
His dad is next to stand up from a recliner in the living room. He makes your acquaintance quickly, telling you heâs so glad to finally meet you after months of hearing all about you.Â
When he moves away from in front of you, she comes into focus. You had not even noticed her sitting on the couch across the room.Â
Sheâs slender, her dark locks framing her chiseled jawline. She looks like Matt, but more like a person who belongs in a Renaissance painting. Her eyes are a more dimensional brown. She has freckles scattered around her pale complexion, which only added her beauty.Â
You do not realize you are gawking until Matt nudges you. âThis is my sister, Ellie.â
You blink again, bringing your focus back to the situation. She extends her hand, and thatâs when you take notice to her tattoo-filled arms. Her tank top raises a bit and you catch a glance of her midriff, exposing more tattoos littering her abdomen.Â
âNice to meet ya. Heard plenty about you.â
You swallow, taking her hand and shaking it. âI hope good things.â
âNo, I only tell her the worst things about you.â
Everyone giggles except you and Ellie. Luckily it is filling the room with enough noise to drown out your thoughts about your boyfriendâs beautiful sister.Â
Ellie rolls her eyes before whispering, âDonât worry, itâs only ever good things, sweet cheeks.â
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Mattâs dad loves to talk and you can tell it annoys Ellie. You were seated outside on their patio set, drinking some homemade lemonade Mattâs mom was adamant you had. He was helping her with all the sides that were still yet to be made, so you took up Ellieâs offer to check out the backyard space. You did not expect Mattâs dad to come with you two and tell you all about the flower beds he curated.Â
But you listened, smiling and nodding while sipping on your tart drink.Â
He got occupied with grilling, so you and Ellie were left on the couch near a very used and abused firepit.Â
You wait for her to say something. She was truly making you nervous, her eyes trailing you every so often.Â
âSo, you and Matt met in science class?â
You finally look back at her wandering eyes, âYeah, he was my biology partner.â
âGotcha,â She leans forward, putting her elbows on her knees. You do not know what comes over you, but you cannot physically pull your eyes away from her arms as they flex. âYou good?â
âI like your tattoos,â You barely manage to say, âThey are⌠hot.â
You want to jump into the unlit firepit for that one.Â
No other adjective came to your horny mind? Really?
She giggles, enjoying watching you practically squirm under her gaze. âThanks, dude. My ex girlfriend was a tattoo artist so I let her practice on me.â
You remember a moment about 5 months ago when Matt mentioned his sister being gay, but for some reason, you finally connect that duh itâs Ellie, you fucking idiot.Â
You also remember some choice words he had about her. You remember cringing when he called her a slur and said she could not keep a girl to save her life. You held your tongue and refused to reply.
âThatâs awesome,â You scoot closer to her, bridging more of the gap between you two on the couch, âWhich one is your favorite?â
She smiles at your intrusion into her space and questions. You realize you two are almost sizing each other up, right in front of her family, your boyfriendâs family. They could easily peek outside of the kitchen windows and see you two eye fucking each other. She leans back, her eyes tracing all the tattoos on her arms.Â
Then she laughs. A deep guttural laugh.Â
âWhat?â
âNothing,â She brings her front teeth down on her bottom lip before speaking up again, âItâs a tattoo I canât show you.â
âWhy not?â
She looks towards the window, checking on her brother and mom. Her expression changes when she turns back to you.Â
âBecause Iâm not pulling my tits out in front of my family.â
Your pussy practically pulses when you hear her say it. What is wrong with you? You are dating her brother. What is wrong with you?!
âYour⌠boobs are tattooed?â
She nods slowly, bringing her one hand up to your bare exposed thigh, âBet that shakes a sweet one like you to your core.â
The comment insinuates that you are an innocent little girl who knows nothing about the world. And sure Matt is your first real boyfriend. Sure he was the first person ever to eat you out because your high school crushes did not even know that was a thing. Sure you never have been sexually promiscuous. Sure you thought you were straight.Â
Sure.
But something inside you was crawling its way out. This small interaction with your asshole boyfriendâs sister was enough to send you into a spiral. You never gave a girl a chance so how were you supposed to know you did not like it?
âWhat if your family wasnât around?â
Ellie is gobsmacked by your comment, her jaw practically hitting the floor. You can tell she realized she was flying too close to the sun. She pulls her hand away from your leg.Â
âYou are my brotherâs girlfriend. I am not going to be the one to corrupt you,â She states, scooting over a bit away from you. Your cheeks get flushed, instantly feeling embarrassed for asking such a question. But the more you sat in silence, the more you realized that you really did not care. The feelings Ellie made you feel within the last 10 minutes were more exciting than any feeling Matt had given you in 10 months.Â
You clear your throat, âLuckily for you, Ellie, you would not be the one to corrupt me. That has already been done.â
She looks at you quizzically, âIs that so?â
âYeah, I may look sweet and innocent,â You creep in close to her, âBut I am really a freak.â
Now you are just lying.Â
Before she can utter a word, Mattâs brother comes out to let you two know dinner was done. You hope and pray he didnât take notice to how close you two were. Or how Ellie stared at your ass as you walked away.Â
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You sit between Matt and Ellie at the table.Â
Every so often during the meal, you would place your hand on Mattâs leg. He would push you away, rolling his eyes when you glared at him. When the conversation came around to him, he would find a way to demean you and then continue blabbing about school or his internship.Â
You answered questions from his mom and dad, but you were sorely uninterested in them. But then the conversation comes around as to whether you two would be staying the night tonight. At this point, Matt had already had four beers, and you knew he probably would not want you driving his new Mustang.Â
âYou can take Mattâs bed and he can sleep on the couch,â His mom suggests, indicating that you two would not be sleeping together. You understood that they were a bit more traditional, but you were not expecting to sleep in your boyfriend's childhood bed without him.Â
âThatâs a great idea, Ma. We can stay, right?â
You look at the plate of practically untouched food in front of you. You just nod, finally saying, âAs long as you give me some comfy sweatpants to wear.â
âMine are all back at my apartment, but Iâm sure Ellie has something you could borrow. Plus, you probably wouldnât fit my sweatpants.â
Matt constantly made comments about your figure and how he could not share clothes with you. He refused to share his clothes with you, stating that you would not be able to squeeze into them and you also âleft your scent on everythingâ.Â
God, he made you feel terrible about yourself.Â
Butterflies erupt in your stomach when you think about wearing Ellieâs clothes, though, and you completely drown out the separate conversation happening around the table. You feel a hand creep up your thigh, but it's not coming from the side you expect.
Her hand is so soft and delicate as it creeps up your leg. You cannot help but glance at her direction, catching her smiling over at you.Â
âDonât worry, I got something you can wear.â
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Dinner finishes up and Matt expresses that he wants to go for a round of drinks with his high school friends and brother at the local tavern down the street. He never asks if you want to go, telling you âIt would just be high school friends that you donât know, anyway.â
He tells you that his Mom and Ellie would get you all set up. He gives you a pat on the back, and heads to the door, right behind his brother. You watch him leave and almost breathe a sigh of relief.Â
When you turn back, you see his Mom already going upstairs.Â
âIâm gonna get your bed all set up and then Iâm probably going to retire to my bed, too.â She states, slowly making her way up the wooden staircase.Â
You wanted to scream because this only meant one thing. You were alone with Ellie.Â
You follow her up the stairs and look around the hallway. She heads to the right and begins pointing at the only room with the light on. You didnât even know that Ellie was upstairs.
âHave Ellie get you something to wear, Iâll make up your bed!â
The door swings open and Ellie stands there, having changed into her own bedtime clothes. And for fucks sake, sheâs not making this easy for you.Â
She is sporting a tight white tank, no bra, and shorts that ride up to the very tops of her thighs. Her legs are tattooed as well, but not as much as her arms. There isnât a touch of her freckled skin that isnât marked with art. You can almost see through her shirt, making your mouth go dry.Â
âLetâs see what you fit into!â
She lets you into her space. Her room is decorated with posters of space and heavy metal bands. From the looks of one corner of her room, sheâs an artist. She has different art styles, anywhere from charcoal to watercolors, littering a desk and her walls. Itâs messy, but itâs not dirty. It smells like incense and clean laundry.Â
She walks over to her dresser, opens up the top drawer. Everything is neatly folded, which kind of surprises you.Â
âI have some sweatpants, shorts, boxers-â
âSweatpants are fine,â You retort, not wanting her to list off anything else, âDo you have any t-shirts I could wear?â
âWell of course I do, sweet cheeks. What do you want, loose or tight?â
You stare at her dumbfounded. You know what sheâs doing. And you hate yourself for liking it so much.Â
She pulls out a pair of navy blue sweatpants, still waiting for your reply.Â
âLoose.â
She starts to dig through another drawer when Mattâs mom pops her head in.Â
âItâs all set up for you, sweetheart. If you need anything, you let one of us know. Iâm going to downstairs if you need me.â
You smile, thankfully. âThank you so much, Mrs. Williams.â
âIf she needs anything, Iâm sure I could help her find her way,â Ellie says, absentmindedly. She pulls out a white t-shirt from her drawer and tosses it at you.Â
âGoodnight, girls!â
And then you two are alone. Ellie slowly saunters to her door and shuts it.Â
âYou can get dressed here. Just make sure what I gave you fits.â
You silently turned your back to her, tossing your hair over your shoulder. âCan you unzip me?â
You are not even thinking straight. You are so caught up with being alone with the girl you have had weird sexual tension with. She walks over to you confidently, before grabbing the top of your black dress, which lands right at the middle of your back. She pulls down the zipper, ensuring it reaches the very end of its track.Â
The hairs on your back stand up in her wake. You breathe deeply, before shimmying the dress off your shoulders. You were wearing a bra, so you were just going to keep it on. You step out of the dress, leaving you in just underwear and the push-up bra Matt gifted you not too long ago.Â
You donât turn to her, but she just comes around to your front, nonchalantly.Â
âJesus Christ,â Ellie stammers, before plopping on her bed. You shakingly step into the sweatpants she gifted you to wear, unsure how to respond. You rack your brain trying to gain the confidence you had before dinner, but your mouth is dry and your brain is dazed from seeing Ellie in her pajamas.Â
You finally manage to glance up at her hungry eyes, smiling softly.Â
âI never knew I would be jealous of my brother.â
You swallow, âJealous?â
âYeah, he gets to have someone like you every night and I canât even find someone worth hanging out with around here. Never thought a nerd like him would win over a woman like you.â
You are standing in the sweatpants and your bra, not able to digest her words completely. A woman like you?
âYour brother is sweet. And we donât have sex every night.â
âJust sweet?â She steps a bit closer to you, âAnd I said nothing about sex, darling, I said he gets to have you.â
She is looking at you like you are her prey. You almost fell to your knees and begged her to put you out of your misery, but you resisted. Instead, she just stands up, trying to catch your nervous glances.Â
âH-he, uh, does what he can, when we d-do, yanno.â
Her fingers trace up your arm, her eyes trailing as she does it. You bite the inside of your cheek, waiting for her response. She clicks her tongue a couple of times, shaking her head.Â
âI am sure he tries,â She sputters, standing back from you, âDo you even really like him?â
You furrow your eyebrows, suddenly snapping out of the situation you are currently in. You reflect for a moment.
Matt was an asshole but you sometimes enjoyed his company. He made you laugh on occasion. But deep down, you knew that he wasnât made for you. He lacked emotional intelligence and made sure to put you down any chance he got. You had inklings he was talking to other girls and his friends were probably the most intolerable people on your college campus. And then there was that one time when the inklings were just.Â
The realization that you maybe didnât like him made you sick. You wasted so much time and now you have met his family.
âWhen heâs not mean to me. When he isnât cheating on me.â You admit quietly, almost too humiliated to say it.Â
She crooks her neck, âHe cheated on you?â
You hate talking about it, it made you feel as though you were never good enough. He made it out that it was your fault because you would not have sex with him when you had the flu. âIt was just some hand stuff, baby,â he said to you.Â
âJust once. I forgave him because he told me he loved me.â
âPeople who love you donât hurt you like that,â Ellie says without a beat.Â
âYeah, I guess youâre right.â
âIs he mean to you all the time?â
You think back to the last nice thing he said to you. Your ass looks fat in that dress. And even that could be seen as a bad thing. You shake your head, trying to find a good way to paint her brother. From the looks of it, she doesnât really like him all that much anyway.Â
âMost of the time.â
âSo, what Iâm hearing is my brother is an asshole that doesnât know how to treat a woman both in life and in the bedroom. Is that what youâre saying?â
You stand there pondering her question, coming up with nothing. She was right, but were you ready to admit that?
So you shrug.
Ellie stands with her arms crossed now, chewing on the inside of her lip. Sheâs contemplating something, her eyes falling to the floor for a moment.Â
âListen, I am not just saying this because it has taken everything in my power to resist sinking my teeth into you,â The first half of the sentence put your heart in your throat. Nonetheless, she carries on, âBut I have an inkling that you donât like my brother at all. I think you like girls and youâve never had the chance to explore that. You want to say you are a freak, but you really donât know what that even means.â
âEllie, I d-â
âYou need to break up with my brother,â She states plainly, âAnd then, after all is said and done, I can show what it looks like to be taken care of.â
You agree, sadly. You do need to break up with Matt. And on the basis that you believe that heâs probably at the bar hanging out with old friends, probably with other girls, probably flirting with those other girls. You decide you are not going to wait anymore. He cheated on you once, whatâs stopping him now? Ellie was right about everything, and while that revelation changes your entire perspective on life, you settle on jumping head first.Â
âShow me now.â
You watch all the blood drain from her face. She fumbles with her inked hands, waiting for you to say you didnât mean it. That moment never comes.Â
âAre you sure about that?â
Swallowing hard, you just nod. You do not even realize what you are getting yourself into, but the undeniable chemistry cannot be ignored anymore. You donât even want to waste another thought on Matt. You know if you think too hard about it, youâll talk yourself back into staying with him.
Ellieâs face gets closer to yours and your lips connect seamlessly. She wastes no time, bringing her hands down to your waist to pull you in. You wrap your arms around her neck while fireworks erupt in your chest.
Her lips taste like mint and a dab pen your college roommate made you hit a couple of months ago. She was borderline intoxicating.Â
She backs you up towards her bed, letting your knees hit the edge of the mattress. You plop down, disconnecting from her lips.Â
Through hooded lids, she asks you, âDo you want to see my favorite tattoo, then?â
Your breathing hitches as she does not even wait for a response, she just pulls her tank top over her head.
Each piece is connected somehow. Her stomach piece is what appeared to be a dragon flying up towards her under-boob area. It was extremely detailed and took up a large half of her upper stomach. Around her collarbones were very intricate lines that almost rain over her body like veins. They spread down her chest onto her boobs, where around her nipples were two matching daggers appearing to go through her areola.Â
You smirk at the idea that these are her favorite tattoos. The cheeky ones around her tits.
âHoly shit, Ellie.â
You reach out and touch her tits, ever so delicately. You use your finger to outline the daggers, smiling to yourself.Â
Being this close sends a pulsating feeling down to your pussy. You have never felt a lightning strike quite like it before.Â
Sheâs letting you feel her up, but when you change your tune and start pinching at her nipples, she throws her head back with a groan.
âHmm, you should try putting one in your mouth,â She remarks, hoping to God you would be eager enough to do so. She was very in tune with you because you leaned forward taking her right nipple into your mouth. Sheâs guiding you around every turn, whispering how good you are doing already.Â
You release her with a pop and sit back. You reach around to release your own, but she stops you.Â
âLemme do it,â She says mounting your lap. You place your hand on her hips while she runs her fingertips across your back. She unhooks your black bra, letting your tits spill out.Â
You feel the tops of your hands stand up as soon as her hands begin to knead your tits. You glance down at her movements, watching your sensitive nipples perk up due to the attention sheâs giving them.Â
âMmm, you like that, sweetness?â
You just groan, your lips needing to do more than just talk. You pull Ellieâs ajar mouth down to yours, diving your tongue between her teeth. You never had such a hunger for anyone else. No guy ever made you feel this way.Â
She nudges your shoulders, having you fall onto your back. Her lips move away from yours and start to trail down your neck and chest. When her wet mouth touches your tits, you cannot control the sounds that leave your throat. She bites down on your supple skin, which makes you groan more.Â
âYou gotta quiet down a bit. Donât need anyone hearing us.â
You try to manage your noises, but as soon as she starts to kiss down to the hem of the sweatpants she loaned you, you know youâll never be quiet like she needs you to be. She tugs at the waistband, taking your underwear with it.Â
You are now butt naked on her bed. And god, the air is hitting the wetness between your legs is titillating.Â
âListen, sweets,â She whispers, palming your thighs with her tattooed hands, âIâm going to make you cum on my tongue first. Then I am going to fuck this pussy so good, you wonât know any other cock but the fake one in my side table. You hear me?â
Your stomach is in knots, but you know that this is what you really want. âOkay, Ellie. Please do whatever you think I will like.â
âYouâre gonna like it all, baby girl. And if it gets a bit dodgy, you just let me know and we can stop.â
You shake your head positively as she smiles between your legs. She starts by kissing up your thighs, keeping you completely in a trance. When her mouth finds your slit, she licks a long stripe. She takes her time, working her tongue in between your pussy lips. The wet sound that happens when she shakes her head is pornographic. When she finds your clit, she encases it and starts to suck lightly. You scream out in pleasure, never feeling this sensitive before. It usually took a whole lot of Matt lazily fingering you and fucking you to illicit such a response. Ellie is building up an orgasm within you in record time.Â
She uses her fingers to open up your pussy a little bit more. You instinctively want to close your legs, but her left arm has your legs locked on her bed. Her middle and index fingers curl inside you with every motion forward.Â
Her eyes are closed and you are laser-focused on her expressions. Sheâs putting her all into making you feel good and itâs relieving to watch someone put so much care into it.Â
You notice the small little freckles that scatter across her nose get lighter as they reach her cheekbones. Sheâs so fucking pretty.Â
âJesus, youâre doinâ so good sweetheart. You feel so good.â
âOh my god, Ellie, please donât stop,â Your voice is strained, begging her to continue fucking you. She chuckles and begins to pick up speed. Your mind is cluttered, unsure how you can feel this good.Â
When the peripherals of your vision begin to get white, you know itâs over. She latches her lips back onto your clit, humming to drag the orgasm out of you. When it happens, your deep guttural moans get muffled by her palm.
You think your heart is going to stop beating.Â
Once you begin to feel your muscles relax, Ellie is crawling on top of you, hovering over your chest, her lips kissing your collarbones.
âYou did such a great job, baby girl,â She dotes, her short hair falling across her forehead, âYouâre so fuckinâ sexy.â
Your heart swells up a thousand sizes. You never got called that before, let alone felt sexy. But Ellie had this aura to her. She made you feel sexy, desirable, wanted.Â
Your hand reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear, âPlease show me more.â
She nods, before she leans back on her knees. She balances on one leg before shoving her pajama shorts down. The ink travels to every part of her body and you wonder if the ones around her hips hurt. The snakes that travel up her thighs, have their heads resting right on her hip bones.Â
You sit up and observe her movements, sheâs fumbling with something in her drawer. She seemingly cannot find what sheâs looking for and slams it shut.Â
âHow about this,â She says with a huff, âI want you to see what it feels like to grind that pretty little pussy on mine anyway. The strap will have to wait.â
You feel the blood drain from your face, âThe strap?â
She giggles at your not-so-faux innocence. âWe will try that next time.â
You arenât ready for her to grab onto your legs and move you like a rag doll around her bed. She rests her body horizontally from yours, her lower half lining up with yours. You were not sure how this worked, but you had heard of scissoring before. The technicality was lost on you.Â
You sit up waiting for instruction, but Ellie is so hypnotized by your wet slit, she doesnât even look at you. You watch her reach out and touch your dripping center and it sends an electric shock down your limbs. You throw your head back, hissing at the action.Â
âGod, that cunt is so pretty.â
You finally look back at her, wanting nothing more but to fuck her like she fucked you. So in return for her toying with you, you hastily reach out and touch her pussy. You are confused by what to do, but by her reaction, you know you did something right.Â
âTell me what we are doing,â You beg, closing your legs in closer to hers. She nods, watching your fingers pull apart her pussy lips.Â
âPull your cunt against mine and ride me like youâd ride Mattâs dick.â
You halt your movements, âRide him?â
âYouâve never ridden him before?â
Your response was your silence. You had never explored much with him, simply because he was quick to get his nut before traversing to other territories.Â
She helps you sit up, hover your cunt over hers. You can not lie, the sight of her sticky wet pussy was hot. She guides you down so your mound is on hers. She bites her lip as you practically drool watching your purely untouched body against her painted figure.Â
âNow move your hips back,â Her hands are gripping onto your hips, showing you the way, âAnd forth.â
The friction is immediately overstimulating, but it feels like an itch youâve never scratched. So fucking delicious.Â
âShitâŚâ You groan at the response your body is giving you.
âPractice makes perfect, baby. Keep moving those hips.âÂ
You have never been on top, but itâs almost freeing to be in control of the movements. You werenât sure what you should grip onto as you rubbed your pussy against hers, so you grip onto your own shoulders. Your hips gyrate, the slickness between your legs starts trailing down to Ellieâs navy blue sheets.Â
âGod, this pussy is so fucking perfect,â Ellie says through gritted teeth. She holds down your hips, somehow trying to get you closer to her.
âItâs yours.â You whine, letting the lust take over your speech. You had no clue what that meant for this situation, you just knew that Ellie knew how to fuck you and it was bliss. Your hands leave your shoulders and eventually find Ellieâs tits.
âThis pussy is mine? The first cunt you fuck is the cunt you fuck forever?â
You want to laugh, but the bubble in your stomach is about to burst already with how fucked out of your mind you are. âIf the cunt is yours, then yes. I want this forever.â
Ellie sucks on her two fingers before she reaches down, finding the very top of your cunt, and begins to press down on that sensitive little bud. The saliva only mixes with the messiness of your liquids. You squeeze her nipples in response.Â
âNever going back to my stupid fuckinâ brother, hm? This pussy belongs to me.â
âYes, Ellie, fuck!âÂ
She smiles at your quickening pace. She knows youâre reaching your breaking point, and she knows that sheâs close herself.Â
âCome for me, baby. Come all over my fuckinâ cunt.â
You jolt forward, your hips stilling over hers. You donât know if youâve felt a sensation quite like it. You had tears pricking the corners of your eyes as your body felt like a volcano erupting. The curses leaving Ellieâs lips as she came from your orgasm only added to the high you felt. You knew words were leaving your mouth, but they were just jumbled together strings of sentences.Â
âJesus ChristâŚâ
âIt feels so goodâŚâ
âI want this pussy foreverâŚâ
You fall over next to Ellie, your legs still intertwined with hers. She was trying to catch her breath, her body still jittery from her high.Â
âThat was per-â
âBabe!!â
Your stomach drops to your ass when you hear Mattâs voice.
You jump up from Ellieâs bed, finding the closest clothes you can grab at. Ellie does the same, but takes her time throwing a tank top over her bed head. His footsteps are practically running up the steps.Â
You are still wobbly on your legs, practically falling over trying to put on the pants she loaned you. You just keep saying âfuckâ over and over again, knowing that you two will probably be caught. You just finished putting on a shirt when he barges into the room.Â
Heâs drunk.Â
âWhat are you still doing in here?â He asks you in an accusatory slurred voice. Collin is close behind him, trying to shush him.
âChill, dude. I was just showinâ her some of my art.â Ellie defends, plopping down on her bed. Sheâs trying to mask the fact that her bed is wet with your cum.Â
While he blabs about how Ellie sucks at art, which he is very wrong about, you notice a red blotch on his shirt collar. You zero in on it because you fucking knew.Â
âMatt, whatâs on your neck?â You interrupt.
He stops his rant to look down at you. His eyes are bloodshot. Heâs so gone that his mind canât make up an excuse.Â
âItâs from Sophie,â He blurts out, his lips getting ahead of his brain. Ellie pauses and the entire room goes dead silent. You had no idea what to say back to that. You had no clue who Sophie was. You honestly did not care, your relationship was already done in your head. You were just kind of shell-shocked that it happened exactly how your mind doctored it. Â
You glance over at Ellie who is already looking at you. Collin clears his throat.Â
âI think this a conversation for the morning,â Collin says, grabbing Mattâs arm to tug him out of the room.Â
You nod, âYeah, Collin, great idea. Why donât you take Matt to bed? Tuck him in and give him a sweet kiss like Sophie did.â
Mattâs face turns bright red, the same thing it always did when he got mad at you. Before he could lash out at you, Collin drags him out of the room and into the hall. Before shutting the door behind him, he says, âIâm sorry.â
You furrow your eyebrows, âItâs fine. Itâs not the first time. But it will be the last.â
When the door clicks shut, you hear Matt whisper yelling at Collin about how big of a bitch you are. How you didnât deserve him. Yadda-yadda-yadda.Â
Ellie just gawks at you. The tone of the room changed so drastically so quickly that you felt almost disconnected from reality.Â
âYou okay?â She asks innocently, her hand holding onto your shoulder.Â
Your legs are still weak. âYeah, I think Iâll need more practice though.â
She is confused, you can tell by the look on her face. âHuh?â
âIâll need more practice riding you. And, hey, you didnât get to use that fake dick on me, remember?â
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Djungelskog - Oscar Piastri x Teacher! Reader
Summary: Summer break means forcing Oscar to help you get your classroom ready in time for upcoming school year.Â
Fluff. 2024 season. Pinterest pics
Requested: Yes by anon (here)
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yn_ln last day of term. last recess, last day of chalk drawings. iâve had a lovely bunch this year and will miss them loads as they move on. looking forward to a much needed break
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bestfriend feet on the desk? empty classroom? looks like slacking to me
oscarpiastri canât wait to spend summer break with youÂ
â yn_ln itâll be nice to not have to share you with lando
â landonorris what makes you think you can get away from me
â georgerussel63 that sounds like a threat, mate
hattiepiastri does this mean youâll have time to take me to the babymetal concert? âcause mum keeps trying to get out of itÂ
â yn_ln do i have to learn the all the lyrics?Â
â hattiepiastri youâre a teacher, learning is in your bloodÂ
â yn_ln osc, help
â oscarpiastri no, you chose to befriend her
alexandrasaintmleux omg did the kids do those drawings? đĽšbelle
â yn_ln no, that was landoâs drawing
â landonorris donât be silly. i canât draw that well
teacherfriend iâll do my best to look after them next year but i know i canât compete with the fabulous miss lnÂ
nicolepiastri when can we see miss ln turn to mrs piastri?
â oscarpiastri this is why i donât come homeÂ
â nicolepiastri no, you donât come home because yn does your laundry nowÂ
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oscarpiastri first part of the season done. first GP victory. first broken bone. looking forward to a much needed break for the rib
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landonorris omg stop copying your girlfriendâs caption style
â yn_ln he canât help it. heâs obsessed with me
â oscarpiastri true
â user1 let us innnnn
user2 does a broken bone mean heâll win the next race
â yn_ln only if i'm there
charles_leclerc and what have you been doing to break a bone?
â oscarpiastri helping my girlfriend empty a classroom. thereâs a lot of books in there
mclaren enjoy the break. we canât wait to have you back racing and refreshedÂ
â user3 heâs literally only just left the mtc, give him a minute of peace
â yn_ln donât worry. iâll be putting them in a time out if they try and take him
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yn_ln my happy place. quick lunch break. dragging my big strong man to carry stuff for me in ikeaÂ
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oscarpiastri before that bear, i was your big strong man :(Â
â yn_ln you broke a rib. youâre only so useful. the bear canât breakÂ
â oscarpiastri it can if i pull itâs head off
â yn_ln you were a biter, werenât you?
â hattiepiastri yes
landonorris why wasnât i invited
landonorris sushi đ¤˘
â yn_ln this is why you werenât invitedÂ
â landonorris stop trying to push me outÂ
â oscarpiastri i see you practically 10 months out of the year. she can have me for one afternoon
charles_leclerc oh i love ikea furniture! can i help?
â yn_ln of course you can. we have snacks as well
â landonorris blatant favouritismÂ
â yn_ln yesÂ
danielricciardo omg the djungelskog. when can i meet him?
â oscarpiastri heâs called skoggie for shortÂ
â nicolepiastri the closest iâll get to grandkids
ââââ ŕźťđĽ¸ŕźş ââââ
Oscar grinned at the face filling up the front of his phone, sliding the button across to answer it.Â
âHe-â
âBabe, I need more glue.â You exploded, cutting him off before he could even greet you properly. âOh, and paper.â
â-And I broke the scissors. But the good news is, Lan said he could come and help so could you actually pick up 3 pairs of scissors, please?âÂ
âSweetheart, breathe.â Oscar reminded you, a soft laugh echoing down the phone. âIâve literally only been gone for 10 minutes. All we needed was milk. How did you manage to rope Lando into this?âÂ
âRope? He was practically hanging by the phone waiting for one of us to call. I asked if he could spare a few minutes - just to give you a hand moving the desk - and he was already in the car on his way.â
âAt least heâs preparing us for our own children one day,â joked Oscar.
âHow have you got paint in your curls? I didnât ask you to paint because I knew you couldn't be trusted to paint,â the exasperated voice of his girlfriend echoed down the empty school hallways. Light radiated from a singular doorway at the end of the hallway, beckoning him forward.Â
âEvery year, I deal with a class of 30 five year olds, experiencing freedom from their parents for the first time. And yet I feel like I need to watch you more than I do them.âÂ
âBut it was just sat on the side, with the lid off!.â
âSo you felt the need to somehow stick your entire hand in it?âÂ
Oscar leant against the doorframe, watching affectionately as you used a wet wipe to get the paint off of Lando as best as possible. Despite the curly-haired Brit being old than you, it didnât stop the caring instinct that came with being a first-year teacher.Â
One wall was painted a soft lilac whilst the other three had been given fresh coats of white. The chairs and tables had been organised into little groups to help you see each childâs face from the front of the class, and the drawers were freshly stocked with stationery. A little rug and some bean bags were set up in the corner for the story nook, and all that was left to do was start hanging up the wall deco.Â
âThere?âÂ
âLittle higher,â you remarked, after faking a contemplative pause.Â
âNow?â
âLittle higher,â you leaned back to really take in the view. âOh, yeah, thatâs good.â
The white t-shirt sat snugly on his strained biceps as he held the board up over his head. The hem rode up as he stretched, revealing a nice sliver of tan, muscular back. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you sighed deeply at the sight before you. How easy would it be to reach and smack-
âBabe!â Oscar called again, turning around to check on you. âI canât hold this- Are you checking me out? Youâre supposed to be telling me where this goes.âÂ
âYou shouldnât look that good then.â
Clambering down from the ladder, he placed the thick board down on the nearest table and sauntered over to you. Placing his hands on your hips, he pulled you flush against him. Pressing a kiss to your nose, he trailed his lips down to your jaw and then under your ear.Â
âHow about we call it a night? Thisâll all be here tomorrow, and you can appreciate the view without the t-shirt.âÂ
When you didnât smile at his enticing offer, Oscar pulled down to look at you. Brushing a strand of hair back from your face, he frowned at the furrow between your brows.Â
âWhatâs up, sweetheart?âÂ
âIâm just worried that itâs not enough, you knowâŚâ
Oscar turned his head slightly, drinking in all the work you had put together. The butterflies made out of patterned cards that you had spent hours scouring stores for. The paper flowers decorating the whiteboard that you had spent days stressing about. The stack of drawers with each student's name labelled across the front. The days of work that had gone into ensuring that each little person that crossed your threshold was as happy as they could be. A teacher that cared.Â
âI know theyâre only five, and theyâve never had another classroom to go off but- I donât know. I just want them to feel comfortable and safe, and happy. I donât want them to feel like theyâre in an institution designed to make them sit in a seat for six hours.âÂ
âLook at all the effort youâve put in so far. Without all the lesson planning and actual caring youâll do when those kids come under your care. Did you ever have a classroom like this growing up? No. Neither did I. You know why, because nobody cares as much as you do.â
Straightening, he swung you up into his arms, bridal style. A cheeky grin pulled at the corners of his mouth when you shrieked in laughter.Â
âNow, letâs go home, Skoggie is waiting for us. We'll grab some dinner and take a bath together. What do you say?âÂ
âOkay, Piastri. Take me home or lose me forever.âÂ
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oscarpiastri dating a teacher means spending summer break painting, cutting, glueing and then being told âitâs quiet timeâ whilst she decompresses from watching you do all the workÂ
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yn_ln you wouldnât stop talking and i was trying to refresh my barbie knowledge
â user1 princess and the pauper?
â yn_ln absolutelyÂ
â landonorris iâm the erika to her annaliseÂ
â oscarpiastri whoa, you help with one classroom and think you can take my coveted spot?Â
yn_ln plus it was hard work taking in the viewÂ
â oscarpiastri i had a pretty good view afterwards đđŤ§
user2 idk why but the paint hands make me wanna scream
â user3 omg i wonder if they made the little hand canvas things loads of couples have done
â oscarpiastri we did! theyâre now hung up over our bed
maxverstappen1 think you can make some more of those flowers for Pâs room?Â
â oscarpiastri iâve got paper cuts on top of paper cuts. don't ask me to do more
â yn_ln iâve got loads left over. she can pick the ones she likes bestÂ
user4 the matching pjs 𼰠this couple has my whole heart
â yn_ln he also has mine!Â
user5 i love when oscarâs insta has something other than racing on it
â user6 i want yn to let us onto hers so bad. i would sell my soul for the couples content on there
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yn_ln and itâs done. one week of relaxation left before the new term starts. i canât wait to meet my new bunch of kids. a huge thank you to my constant kid @/landonorris for his help and mess. and an even bigger gratitude to osc. without you, this never wouldâve been finished. you helped not only physically but mentally. my rock đ
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user7 omg am i seeing things? is this actually oscarâs yn?Â
oscarpiastri you did an amazing job đ¤ enjoy your last week off
â yn_ln you better not win any more races without me
â mclaren you know he canât promise thatÂ
landonorris maybe if you had been my teacher, i wouldâve stayed in school
â carlossainz55 doubtfulÂ
maxverstappen1 P canât wait to be in your class
â yn_ln and iâm looking forward to being her teacher. although it might be hard to fight the urge to show favouritismÂ
hattiepiastri ew, donât be cute online
â oscarpiastri you're just mad that i'm her favourite piastri
â hattiepiastri we both know that's a lie
â nicolepiastri it's me
user8 um, can she be my teacher, please?
charles_leclerc i think this is a sign that i need to have children so that you can become their teacherÂ
â alexandrasaintmleux letâs stick with leo for nowÂ
â nicolepiastri i keep trying to convince oscar and yn. youâll be next, donât worryÂ
â oscarpiastri you have Skoggie. you donât need any other grandkids
user9 weâre in! everyone say thank you oscar for making her come off priv
â user10 their couple content is healing my soul
ââââ ŕźťđĽ¸ŕźş ââââ
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A/N: Apologies for the delay in getting these out. I've been super busy making jumpers for my upcoming family Disney trip
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wave | lee donghyuck
pairing: lee donghyuck x fem reader genre: college au, academics rivals to lovers, kinda fake dating, forced to work together on a project, smut, fluff, humor (idk), music major!haechan, music major!mc | not really requested but thank you đ anon for the inspo summary: your indifference toward Lee Donghyuck, also known as Haechan, becomes rivalry when he decides to sabotage you. The battle turns into a war, the war turns into a plan, and the plan, well, the plan fails miserably... or succeeds wonderfully. After all, itâs all about points of view. Or, Haechan thinks he found a way to distract you and be better than you, but doesnât think it thoroughly and screws it up. warnings: smut, mentioned weed consumption, alcohol use, fingering, oral (receiving), unprotected sex, public sex, jealous sex, bickering, teasing, etc | inclusivity notes: reader wears different hairstyles (no mention of texture, type and color), no mention of body type (but haechan lifts her a few times), no mention of skin color, no use of y/n wc: 22.4k (out of 42k)
a/n: finally iâm back! i started this fic more than a year ago so seeing it finally come to life means everything to me. i had so much fun writing it, so i hope youâll love it too. please, let me know with comments, reblogs (that also help reach more people), or anon. i love knowing what you think. enjoy! also if there are formatting mistakes please let me know cause iâve been having problems posting this and i copied it without editing it once again.
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Being number one in your academy isnât a want, but a need.
You didnât spend your entire life crafting your skills and splitting yourself between the books and the training room for all of that to be swept under the rug when you finally made it to your dream university; Neo Arts Academy.
Surely, with the prizes promised to those on top, you arenât the only one with that racing passion to drive you through each day. Tons of people try their best, and even put their health at risk to reach the biggest success, but you manage to focus on yourself and keep your life in a pretty healthy balance.
You managed to focus on you⌠until something, well, somebody, started to come into your way.
Lee Donghyuck, also known as Haechan, his stage name âif he ever made it big in the industry he wanted to be already known.
You never paid him much attention. Honestly, you never paid attention to anybody, your only goal was to take care of your small garden and top everybody else, but when his competitiveness got the best of him, you just couldnât push him in the back of your mind.
Apparently, his goals are the same as yours, and that isnât a nice thing considering how competitive your world is. You first truly glanced at him during a songwriting lesson, when he huffed a bit too loudly behind you while he announced to his friend, probably named Mark, that he sucked at writing songs. However, you only chuckled mindlessly that time and went on with your day.
That was your first year there and everything went fine. Then the second year arrived and you applied for your minor degree in dance and that was when Donghyuckâs presence started to be louder. You had nothing against him, but you quickly learned he couldnât stand you for some reason. Rumours were quick at flying around, being passed from mouth to ear and you knew them.
You simply couldnât care.
Yet.
Haechan doesnât hate you. He could never do that. After all, he doesnât even know you. But he does know something about you. He knows your name, and how it is always on top of his in any ranking. He knows you will always win the contests he wants to win so badly. He knows you are good at theory and practice. He knows he just canât win with you.
He also knows nothing can touch you. Not because you are unreachable and believe youâre superior to others. Actually, you are very modest about all your academic success, but you always walk straight on your road with the goal perfectly in the line of view.
Haechan doesnât hate you. Though, lately, he has a strange feeling in his body every time he sits at his desk to study and his only motivation is to surpass you. Nothing different than the first months there, he got pretty soon you were going to be a tough but nice competitor, but fuck he never imagined you would be so hard to beat. Now that after a year he never won or got the top grade and always came second after you, you arenât motivating him, you are driving him insane.
He doesnât have many distractions, but he has friends, some hobbies outside of university, and even a part-time job. But you? Is there something that is distracting you? Is there anything that could distract you? He has no idea, not now that he is watching you walk into the room, ready for the classical ballet history class âyes, of course out of all the minors, you had to choose hisâ and sit a few rows in front of him, all alone as always, taking out your lilac book note and your pen.
Haechan has no idea, but he is going to find out something that can easily distract you and push out of your path.
You know people think of university as a moment to socialise, but being on your own has never been a problem for you. You have contacts with some of your hometown friends, and most importantly, you donât mind doing things alone; you can go to the cinema when you want, you can pick whatever restaurant you like, you can take a walk, or stay at home.
Youâve always been comfortable in your bubble, and youâd like to keep it that way, but life has strange plans.
âDamn, always on a rush.â You recognize Haechanâs voice, but you donât bother turning around because youâre sure heâs not addressing you. You think itâs weird heâs sitting next to you, but you blink the surprise away and grab your tablet from your bag. âWhoever put music theory at 8:30 in the morning on a Monday needs to go to jail.â
You chuckle at his comment, subtly rolling your eyes before opening the note app to go where you left it in the previous lesson.
âYou write a lot.â This time youâre quite sure heâs talking to you, so your neck turns to look at him and you find him closer than youâd like him to be.
âI annotate, itâs just the essentials.â
He scans the notes quickly before scoffing. âThe essentials? I donât write as half as that.â
âWell, I think this is essential, but we all work differently,â while youâre answering him, you donât even notice that his friend is not beside him, and you get lost in him for a second, mostly in the scent thatâs filling your nostrils now that his brown jacket is so close to you.
âThe professor talks too fast, how the fuâ how do you get everything?â He stops himself from cursing and backs away, finally making you breathe some air that is not filled with his intoxicating perfume.
âI rewrite phrases. And, to be sure, I record the lessons, so I can re-listen to them in case something doesnât make sense when I study them. And then I also re-write the notââ
âYou record the lessons?â He almost snarls with his eyes bulging out of his skull as he, once again, stands too close to you.
âIs it illegal?â Your head tilts to the side as genuine curiosity blooms on your face.
âNo, itâs⌠itâsâŚâ he sighs, throwing his head back and cursing something under his breath in a tight dialect you donât recognize. âI never thought about it.â
âOh, well, it helps me a lot. Sometimes when Iâm too tired to read I just play the lessons and memorize stuff while I do other things,â you smile, moving your hair to one side of your neck before grabbing the pen when the professor walks in. âYou should try.â
âOh, you can be sure I will.â
Haechan canât be so stupid. He canât believe he can be so stupid. Why didnât he ever, ever, think about that? Thatâs a smart idea, better than crying and cursing when he tries to understand what he wrote down on paper when he revisits the notes, or asking Mark if he wrote some phrases he had marked down with several question marks or dots to fill âdots that he never fills.
But heâs still sure he canât be a terrible student, he had always been on top of his classes, always aced them and his study method worked⌠but what if yours worked better? Given the results of the past year, and the start of this one, the answer is clear: yours do work better.
But he doesnât think that itâs the only reason you are beating him in everything. What if you have other tricks?
Haechan is going to find out.
You always believed your only competition was yourself. You never liked to engage with other people and fight them or fear them. But Haechan had given you no choice.
It was an open threat at you when he purposefully told you a different day to turn in an assignment when you were sick, you had no choice but to fight back.
That was when Haechan truly became your rival. He had always been, you two were always at the top, fighting for the first place and the big prizes, but now it was a matter of pride.
Haechan had officially made it on top of your blacklist, at least he could arrive number one in something, not like there was a big competition to be in there, in fact, you didnât even have one before he pushed your last nerve.
Fucking it up with you wasnât Haechanâs plan, he wanted to befriend you and trick you into giving him some magic tricks, but things went⌠wrong. With Mark by his side, it was impossible to sit next to you. During songwriting you got up and sat on another seat in the middle of the lesson with the excuse of ânot seeing from afarâ, and he couldnât approach you in any other circumstances. So, when you got sick for three days, he thought he could, for once, steal your spotlight.
He wasnât sure you were sick, but he was sure enough you werenât going to miss lessons days to study or work on projects; you never needed extra time, unfortunately, he knew it well. So the only thing that could lock you in your place was an illness of some kind. He did feel bad when you came back four days later and asked him if you missed something, he could see you still werenât at your best, and he couldâve tried his luck by telling you the truth, hoping that the precarious state you were in was going to make you come up with a terrible essay on an instrument of the 18th century, but his eagerness got the best of him, and he lied.
So he had officially screwed his plan of getting closer to you.
âYou are an asshole,â you scream, slamming the books in front of him on the table in the garden, not caring about his friends staring at you in shock. âAnd donât look at me with that face of âI donât know what youâre talking aboutâ because you know what Iâm referring to.â
âI donât, thoughâŚâ he whispers, trying to keep a distance between you because you look scary âhalf bent on the table, furrowed forehead, pointing fingerâ and he thinks you are very motivated to reach over his neckline and strangle him.
You roll your eyes, groaning in annoyance. âYou told me Professor Kim left an essay for Monday, I thought I could use the weekend to do an amazing job and he called me to his office because I was three days late.â
Haechan gulps, and the table goes silent, you feel his friendsâ gazes on you but they are the last thing in your mind.
âMind to explain?â
âI⌠I didnât do it on purpose?â
âYou have to ask me if you are an asshole because your mother didnât put a brain in your skull?â
âHey, take it back!â He warns with a pointing finger, glaring at you. Â
âNo,â you retort, crossing your arms on your chest and standing up straight. âYou sabotaged me.â
âYou are making things up. Maybe you should be in the creative writing major,â Haechan taunts, a shit-eating grin on his face. Â
You gasp offended, clenching your fists to avoid wrapping your hands around his neck. âYou â you â ugh,â you huff. âThis paper was graded! And you knew it, itâs part of the mid-course work he adds to our final grade. Why would you do that to me?â
âYou think I did that on purpose?â
âWhen did you turn it in?â You ask and when his eyes widen you scream at his face. âSee! You turned it on time. I fucking hate you!â
âI didnât answer,â he tries to defend, a challenging edge in his voice, getting to your nerves more than the look on his face.
âFirst of all, I can see it in your face. Youâre trying to look surprised and even scared, but youâre having the time of your life because, guess what, you canât surpass me if you donât play your stupid games.â
He snorts offended, gulping before leaning closer. âYou think I canât beat you?â
âItâs not what I think, itâs what the rankings say, itâs what our professors say, and itâs what all the external opportunities Iâve got say. But if you want to try to prove facts wrong, bring it on,â you shrug, grabbing your things and taking a step back. âNo more dirty games from now on, Lee Donghyuck. Trust me, you donât want me to start playing them too, you might not even see the top three if I do.â
The months to come are fire. You should keep minding your business but as soon as he opens his mouth in class you canât press your lips together and fake it. You try, every time, but you fail.
âI just mean that the melody is what attracts people,â he argues during a discussion in the songwriting class.
You huff, shaking your head. âPeople care about the lyrics more.â
He scoffs loudly and the professor glares at him for the reaction but he still goes on. âPeople wonât listen to a song if the production sucks.â
You turn around, eyebrows pressed in a furrow. âAnd they wonât listen to a song if the lyrics are dumb, or tell a bad message.â
âReally? Catchy pop music is a thing even if you want so badly to maintain the purity of the art of music with only lyrical depth.â
âI love catchy pop songs, but thereâs something objective in music and something subjective, if you paid attention to any of our classes you should know, right?â
The class holds back a laugh and the professor coughs, making you utter an apologize, more addressed to her than your enemy.
âOh, trust me, I paid attention to class,â he retorts, mockingly smiling at you. âAnd weâre not talking about the quality but the appeal. People remember the rhythm of the song or the tune more than they remember the words.â
âAnd words can hold so much meaning for someone they will stick to them forever. Also, lyrics can have different interpretations and if youâre a good writer you can make one song fit for more occasions.â
âThatâs dumb,â he says, looking at you up and down after scoffing. âNotes can transfer different emotions, what you said just doesnât make sense, please.â
âCan we tone it down?â Professor Park warns, glaring at the both of you.
You nod and mutter another apology before speaking up again, âI believe that a good melody can easily attract people at first listen, but if we talk about the long run, a memorable song also needs good lyrics. And Mariah Carey herself said how being a songwriter makes your career last more, so I think itâs telling coming from one of the best voices ever.â
âI think you both make a great point,â the professor cuts the conversation off before you can jump at each otherâs throat again. âIt would be interesting to make a deeper analysis and maybe break down songs and compare data over time. If it was possible to keep the decorumâŚâ she whispers the last word and you want to disappear because you hate the scene you gave. âBut we need to move on with our lesson, so, as I was sayingâŚâ
Out of all the heated discussions you had in class, the one about the importance of production and lyrics, led to your worst nightmare, working on a project with him. Professor Park was so nice to pair you together because she wanted to see how your different points of view wouldâve worked in the song you had to write and produce and even if you smiled and said, âit will be really motivating,â to avoid yelling at her face, now you want to die.
Youâre sure the first two knocks on the door donât even reach the other side; your hits are too weak and the small apartment in that complex is too loud for anyone to hear. Is this the environment you have to work in today?
You roll your eyes and knock again, this time making sure itâs impossible for them not to hear you. You wait there only for a few seconds and then the door opens, revealing a boy your age you canât remember.
âOh, hi,â he cheers, big toothy smile beaming at you. âYou must be here for Hyuck, right?â
You hum, nodding and murmuring, âYes, I have to work on a project with Haechan.â
âCome in.â
You step inside the house and look around briefly before your eyes fall on the table in the small living room; there are books everywhere, headphones on the ground, boxes of food and empty water bottles, and most importantly talks too loud for four boys that were supposedly studying.
âMark, can you lower the music?â
âMusic is what Iâm studying, I canât,â the man you know well replies. âWhy donât you keep your pencil close to you? Jesus, thereâs graphite everywhere.â
âYouâre so annoying, I canât go in my room, Jeno still didnât take down the light boxes,â the brown-haired replies, sending a death glare to the boy at his side who quickly replies to his defence. Â
âHey, I finished shooting half an hour ago and now I have an essay to write, leave me alone.â
âTheyâre entertaining, arenât they?â Haechanâs voice brings you out of the haze of his bickering friends, their conversation fades in the background while your anger level rises just seeing his face when you turn around.
âSurely more entertaining than you,â you retort before taking a step forward, pretending to know where to go in that house.
Haechan rolls his eyes, thanking his friend who opened the door âJaeminâ and coming next to you. âYou donât know where my room is yet, so if youâd like to follow me.â
You trail behind him, waving at the men around the table but itâs clear that none of them even noticed your presence. Luckily for you, Donghyuckâs room is at the end of the corridor and the mess that goes down in the other room is not hearable enough to make your day a living hell.
âSo, do you have anything in mind?â He asks after you sit at one of the chairs at his desk.
You shake your head, fixing your skirt and pulling out some things you might need from your bag. âWanted to hear from you first. Since the melody is so crucial, we should start from that,â you mock in a fake-sweet tone, and you feel his glare on your skin.
âYou truly are a pain in the ass, you know?â He scoffs, moving his hair out of his face, gaze fixed on you.
âAnd for what? Because I agreed with your theory?â
âIf you have a melody in mind itâs easier to make the words flow.â
âIf the melody has nothing to do with the idea, you only have some notes and not a song.â
Now that there arenât rows of chairs dividing you, the heated argument has led you face to face, literally. And you feel your heart pound in your chest from the anger and, also because itâs weird to be this close to a stranger you canât stand.
âOkay, Miss Taylor Swift, why donât you enlighten me and show me what you got?â
You glare at him but heâs unfazed, holding the eye contact proudly. âMy lyrics will be better than your production.â
âAnd are those lyrics in the room with us?â
âGod,â you groan, throwing your hands in the air and your head back. âYou drive me insane.â
âAnd you are pretentious and still never prove all the things that that little, bratty, annoying mouth of yours says.â
Deep creases show on your forehead, and you have to turn around because if you see his face for a second more you will slap him. But you want this project done, you have four weeks to turn it in, but you want this torture to be over as soon as possible, so you know you have to put the pettiness aside.
âIf we want a great result and good grades, we need good lyrics and a good melody,â you say, calmly facing him again, slowly watching as his face softens. âMy words and your production. I donât care what comes to us first, if you think it can be useful, we could even brainstorm some tunes and catchphrases and then build it around it.â
âNow youâre making some sense,â he exclaims, smiling widely before patting the top of your head. âSo that head is not empty.â
âOh, seriously? Iâm trying to have a truce, and you fuck it all up again?â
âNo, sorry, I just think youâre really smart when it comes to college but a bit annoying when it comes to life.â
âYouâre just mad you canât beat me.â
âI can,â he retorts smugly. Â
âThen why donât you do it?â You tease, cocking your head to the side.
Haechan scoffs, lips twitching in a quick smirk before he wets them. âI didnât yet, but are you so sure I wonât?â He whispers, breath colliding with your lips and nose brushing yours, your brain doesnât even register his hands on your legs right away, only when his fingers caress your bare skin right above the hem you wake up from the haze of having him so close.
âTime will â time will prove us,â you say, turning to the desk and scratching your neck. âTime will tell us, not prove us.â
Haechan snickers, moving closer to see on your tablet where you opened the notes, and smiles smugly. He thinks he found a way to distract you.
The project isnât done in the first week, and to put a cherry on top, Professor Park decides to make it the big project for the end of the class, adding a cover for the single, a plan to sponsor it, and, if someone feels brave enough, even to record it. Even if you wanted to, a thing this big, and now with so much weight on the final grade, canât be done in one week.
Yet, you think youâll have to deal with Haechan only on your weekly meet-ups for that project and during lessons, you never imagined you would have to deal with him even during your library study on Wednesday.
âWhy are you studying in the middle of the week?â
âYou know, if I had to replicate a sound every time we start a conversation it would be âand now, I just want to sit back and relax and enjoy my evening, when all of a sudden I hear this agitating grating voice,â and that is the sound that plays in my mind, actually.â
âGrating? Really?â
âWell, itâs the quote but it fits,â you reply sternly, bringing your attention back to the book. âAlso, the question is not, why am I studying, but why arenât you? How will you beat me if you donât?â You wink, laughing under your breath. You donât even need to see his reaction; you know his jaw tenses and his nostrils flare for a brief second every time you tease him.
You hear the chair in front of you scratch on the floor, and deeply hope heâs not sitting on it. But Haechan is sitting on it, staring at you as if he could steal the information from your brain and pass it to his.
âI am studying.â
âNo, youâre not,â you reply, eyes widening when he rips a page from your notebook and a pen from your case. âSo, what have you learned since now?â
You fight the urge to roll your eyes to the sky and instead run a hand on your face while sighing deeply. Thereâs just no way to get rid of him, right?
âYou donât even know what Iâm studying.â
âSound design,â he replies promptly, and you look down to see if he couldâve gotten a grasp from your books but thereâs a paper on it and thereâs not much written on it. Haechan smiles and moves to the chair next to you. âItâs because I started it too, there are too many notions, it would be a suicide to wait for the finals.â
âOh, so you do something else other than think about me,â you tease, nudging him with your leg.
âHey! I donât think about you,â he replies firmly, frowning.
âSure,â you huff, waving him off. âSo, what do you know?â
âWell, all the basis we learnt last year, so the definition of sound, the path it follows, how itâs perceived based on the medium and how fast it travels through them, slowest through gases, faster through liquids, and fastest through solids, and that temperature effects it as well.â
You smile, content with the reply but you want to test him more. âWhat about the five characteristics of sound?â
âYou think thatâs a difficult one?â He asks, almost disappointed at the easiness of your question.
âWell, if you want to impress me so bad, I could ask you to list all the types of compressors?â
âYou already know that?â He questions, quirking a brow, trying to think why he doesnât remember them. âWait, we didnât do that in class.â
You laugh. âSee, youâre witty. No, we havenât done that yet, but since you love producing so much, I thought you knew it as personal knowledge.â
âWhy do you talk as if you donât want to do the same job as mine?â Thereâs a bit of annoyance in his tone, but thereâs genuine curiosity in his eyes.
You shrug, pressing your lips together before diverting your gaze.
Haechan gasps. âDonât tell me you donât know what you want to do, yet, because I wonât believe it.â
âItâs not that I donât know,â you reply, a low huff leaving your lips. âIâd like to try different things out, being a PR manager sounds interesting too. And Iâm also pretty good at dancing, so that could be a career path.â
âItâs a shame we didnât start practical courses, I would love to see you dance.â
âYeah, sure, so you can mock me some more,â you groan.
He shakes his head. âNo, you wouldnât enroll in a program if you werenât absolutely perfect at it, so I canât come at your skills.â
âYouâre so kind, I think I might love you,â you mock, moving closer to him and pouting before pushing him away with a light push on his chest and focusing on your papers again.
âAnd by the way, I know the characteristics of sound,â he says, right next to your face. Â
You smile and think to yourself that this might be fun. âGood, go on and tell me.â
You donât get why Haechanâs roommate bicker so much. Not that you could lecture them when, as soon as you walk inside his room, your talks wonât be much different than theirs (worse, probably). But you think you and Haechan, at least, have a reason to fight so much. His roommates are⌠weird. They are close. They all are, in an annoying way almost, always moving in packs and breaking their back to meet up even if their institutes are scattered around in the Academy. Yet, they get heated pretty easily when they sit in the living room, and you can only blame it on stress as you chuckle, standing against the countertop with a glass of water in hand.
âDonghyuck left you all alone?â Jeno enters the kitchen, distracting you from Renjun screaming at his painting and Mark cursing while he tries to come up with a melody for a small assignment you decided to not worry about âyou have Haechan to worry about now.
âYep, told me to be here at 2 pm just to be in the shower instead,â you reply with a tight smile on your face that makes him laugh and scroll the black hair out of his face.
âMy fault,â he explains while pouring himself a glass. âI convinced him to stay at the basketball field when we finished and he couldnât meet up with you smelling like rotten leftovers forgotten under the august sun.â
âCreative writing?â You ask after you chuckle at his description.
âNope, photography, Renjunâs worst nightmare.â
You laugh. âItâs because you leave all those big things around his room, right?â
âOur room,â he says, empathising on the first word.
âOkay, communism king, your room but I donât think your comrade is happy about it.â
Jeno laughs, and hums before gulping down a sip of water. âIâm not rich yet to afford a studio so heâll have to deal with his bestie working, sweating, and crying his way to the top.â
âYou couldâve been a nepo baby and have everything handed to you.â
âSucks not to be one. I wouldnât even bother being in Uni, just leaving my best life with my camera and daddyâs money.â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â Haechan says entering the kitchen, hair still damp and casual housewear on.
âNone of your business,â you reply, placing the glass in the sink and walking to the door. âCome on, we have a song to create. It could be our first Billboard number one.â
Haechan sighs, snatching the bottle of water from Jenoâs hand, briefly confused at his grinning face, and then follows you quickly.
âAre you trying to hit on my friends?â He asks, closing the door behind.
âWould you mind?â
âYes, Iâd hate having to deal with you in our group hangouts.â
âYou already deal with me. More than you should since you always come to me even when we could not be together,â you say, tilting your head to the side, and sitting on your assigned chair. âAre you perhaps jealous? Do you want me all to yourself?â
âNah, you can go and fuck all of them right noââ
âOkay,â you donât even let him finish and youâre at the door, but he springs after you and stops you.
âWhat are you doing? I was kidding!â
âWhy? Since when you can tell me what to do?â
Haechan groans and drags you back to your place, but he doesnât sit just yet, heâs bent over to be close to you. âI need you here with me to work on this goddam song, and then you can go and have a gangbang in the living room, I donât care.â
âYouâd be mad you wonât be part of it,â you joke, having the time of your life watching his pissed-off expression as he stomps loudly back at his place. âAccept that you will never win with me, and maybe you wonât be so triggered every time we talk.â
âShit, itâs late,â you murmur, lifting your head from the lyrics youâre trying to write down. Now you got the theme âitâs a love song that you hope wonât turn lameâ and even a faint idea of a tune, and while Haechan tried to get inspired by other songs and tried instruments he wants to add to the track, you worked on the words.
âDonât you think weâre trying too hard?â He whispers, placing the guitar on his bed before standing up and stretching.
âWhat do you mean?â You ask, lifting your neck so you can look at him after you turn around on the rotating chair.
âMusic should come to you, it should be⌠spontaneous.â
Youâd want to roll your eyes, mostly for the spontaneous part, but heâs right. Most artists donât think about the songs they make, the song comes to their mind when theyâre not thinking about it.
âYes, but do you think weâre doing such a shitty job with this?â
He shakes his head, walking closer to you. âNot totally, I just think that if we want to be on top, we have to work around it differently.â
You gulp when he hovers over you and grips the side of the chair tightly. âLike?â
âWe should⌠relax. Take our mind off of it and just wait for it to come,â he glances at the desk, studying the crumpled tries you gave up on and the only three phrases you were happy with written on the tablet. âWe should get inspired,â he whispers, and youâre once again so focused on his face that you donât feel his hand on your thigh, under the long black skirt youâre wearing, it surely mustâve been on you for a while if the fabric was already crumpled up and his fingers teased the hem of your panties between your hips and stomach.
âIs â is this how you inspire people?â You ask, glancing down with a rising chest but for some reason not pulling away.
âDonât know, Iâve never done it before,â he chuckles, slowly moving closer to your core, observing the small signs of your body. âShould we see if it works?â
You hate him. You should be working on that lyric for the last half hour you have left. You hate him. Heâs making it impossible for you to stick to your âminding my businessâ plan that had worked through all your school years. You hate him, you do, and yet you nod, humming a feeble âyes,â in response.
âGood,â rolls out of his lips, and it sounds so different from his usual tone, you canât help but feel hot.
Your nails sink in the chair when his fingers slip right against your clit after he had your consent and starts teasing it.
âSo, itâs a love songâŚâ he says, and you frown, heart pumping louder as for a second you think he led you on and you looked like a pathetic horny loser, but his hand is still playing with your pussy and his face is still close to yours. âChose that because you have somebody in mind?â
âWe literally picked it for a reason last week, you ââ
âGod,â he shushes you up, pushing the panties to the side and teasing your entrance, itâs already damp, but not enough how he wants it. âCan you stop being so rational for once? I know why we picked it; remember Iâm trying to inspire you.â
âWait, you really think some fingering can inspire me to write a love soââ your words shut down when he places a hand on your mouth, eyes widening but pussy leaking an embarrassing amount of cum.
He quirks a brow in surprise and, shortly after, a smug smirk curls his lips. âOh, so youâre into that?â
You canât reply, but even if you couldâve, youâre not sure you wouldâve said anything.
âSo, anybody in mind?â
You shake your head. Your love life has been anything but exciting, and after a few tries, you were sure it wasnât what you needed to focus on, especially because nobody sparked your interest. Nobody was worth moving your focus from your studies.
âGreat, so I guess thatâll have to be me.â
âWhat?â You mutter muffled, closing your legs and moving on the chair.
Haechan rolls his eyes in his skull, keeping you in place. âOh, come on, you can fake it for a few minutes. Donât act disgusted, Iâm knuckle-deep inside you,â he says.
âNot yet.â
âIâm knuckle-deep inside you,â he retorts after he pushes into you with two fingers, staring right into your eyes.
You bite back a moan and a curse under your breath. âFine, but I donât want to think,â you say. âJust, prove it to me. If youâre good, Iâll be inspired and Iâll come up with the lyrics, if you suck, weâll go back to our original method.â
Haechan hates that he constantly has to prove things to you, and he hates even more that he does it, almost as if heâs your dog and he has to follow your orders while you keep him on a leash. But if this will work to come up with a great song, and in his outer-songwriting-course-plan to distract you, he wonât complain.
Honestly, he couldnât complain even if it only meant to finger you. He might want to fight you every time he sees your face but, damn, what a face.
âShit,â you moan. You donât want to give him too much satisfaction, but he knows what heâs doing and itâs been way too long since someone touched you like that. Damn, even since you touched yourself like that. Maybe the whole âstaring at your goalsâ was taking some funny things away from you.
âDo you want to turn the song into a Hozier song?â
You huff, you just asked him one thing and his mouth is running again doing the opposite. âYou wish you were this good to inspire a Hozier type of song.â
âReally?â He taunts, pressing his thumb on your clit, starting to tease the throbbing nub in circles.
âYes,â your voice trembles, but your face shows confidence.
Haechan snickers, quickening the pace of his fingers, watching you fight against yourself to not show how much youâre loving it. âOne second of this mouth on your pussy and Iâd make you change your mind,â he whispers right against your ears, hot breath fanning your skin. âItâs a shame you donât deserve it.â
You groan, head rolling back in disappointment, and that makes him laugh.
âYou have to think twice before running that mouth, babe. Especially with me.â
âNever,â you talk back, opening your eyes and regretting as soon as they meet his. His gaze is too intense, and your brain is too far gone to keep it up.
Haechan only grins, enjoying your wrecked face and the sounds your pussy is making as his fingers keep working on you. You might try to deny him, but your body is speaking to him, and deeply so are you. Itâs in your eyes, and your lips trembling, and in the beautiful moans that are rolling out of your tongue.
âAre you close, brat?â
You donât have it in you to complain, or retort, the orgasm is right around the corner and you fear he would ruin the experience if you said something out of line.
âAnswer me,â he orders, lightly slapping your thigh.
âYes,â you breathe out, biting your lower lip to prevent the whole house from hearing you.
âGood,â he replies, smiling proudly and starting to move faster in and out of you, hitting your sweet spot every time he reaches the base, and torturing your clit with his thumb. And when itâs too much for you, you come. Body trembling against the chair, and legs pushing up as the shocks of pleasure run through you.
âAcid when you talk but sweet to taste,â he hums after pulling out his fingers from his mouth and you only glare at him as you quickly try to get yourself together again.Â
âItâs late,â he says, staring at the clock. âGo home and let me know if this was useful somehow. And not by replaying it in your mind at night wishing I was there with you.â He winks and you slap his shoulder hard. âWhat the hell!â
âI wonât come up with anything on purpose, and I swear if you keep being so annoying, Iâll be terrible at this.â
âYou would never, this makes up like 80% of our final grade.â He challenges you with a glare. Â
âIf I go down, you go down with me,â you retort, face to face, fiercely looking into his eyes. Â
âItâs not smart of you.â
âIt doesnât have to be,â you smile sweetly before it drops from your face. âItâs a threat.â
Itâs not like youâre trying to avoid him after what happened, but thatâs exactly whatâs going on. You donât regret the act per se, you just canât believe it was so easy for you to agree to do that with him. And you know he will use it against you for eternity.
A very dumb move from your side to give him the possibility to tease you even more and about something you couldnât defend yourself from.
But if you try your best to change corridors when you see him from afar, walk quickly back to your dorm room, and sit on the opposite side in class (you fail at keeping your mouth quiet, but you need to discuss with him during lessons), it seems like heâs doing everything he can to be on your path.
âIâm starting to believe youâre a stalker,â you huff, clearly scaring him when you stop abruptly in the middle of the library and make him stop in his tracks.
âIâm not.â
You raise a brow, staring at him until he huffs and throws his hands up in the air. âFine, fine, I was following you but only because I wanted to know what you will study.â
âWhy do you care so much about what I study?â
âSo I know how to beat you?â
âIsnât it more exciting if you beat me only using your brain by putting some knowledge in it without seeing my cards?â You say, pushing a finger on his chest and making him walk backwards until his back hits the bookshelf behind him.
âI think sneaky games are funnier, though,â he whispers, hand moving to rest on your side. âEspecially with you.â
You scoff, rolling your eyes, and taking a step back, freeing yourself from his hold. âThe games youâre playing are not sneaky. Why are you always in my business?â
He shrugs. âWhy not? So, what are we studying today?â
âWe are not studying together.â
âWhy? Isnât it funny? The same study method, same hours, but one of us will be better than the other. Thatâs a truly equal comparison.â
You run a hand on your face and keep walking to find what you need. âIf you didnât distract me every two seconds, I wouldâve already been like five pages into my studying session.â
âOh, please, you are wondering around the library anyway. Iâm just keeping you company.â His body follows yours like a shadow, his heat radiating so close to your skin that you think you might go insane.
âI donât want your company,â you say, moving your eyes swiftly over the books in front of you as you try to find what you are looking for in the sociology section. When you finally find it, reminding yourself you have to buy it so you can annotate directly on yours, you walk back to your table, but Haechan is still beside you like a puppy on a string. âCanât you just leave me alone?â
âI could, and Iâd want to, but I canât,â he says, sitting at your side, smiling widely when you glare at him.
âThis is a useless lesson for you,â you try to dismiss him.
âIs it? Because we have the same ones.â
âJesus, okay, fine,â you give up, throwing your head back and raising your voice enough to make some heads turn in your direction. His biggest talent is to exasperate you. âBut we give ourselves a timing, and then when weâre done, weâll have to answer five questions.â
âAnd who answers to them all?â He asks, thereâs a taunting edge in his voice, and a grin on his face.
âIs the best,â you reply as if itâs obvious.
âYeah, but there should be a prize.â
âBeing better than you is the prize.â
Haechan scoffs, and he hates to admit in his mind that he finds your snarky remarks so fucking hot, if you werenât in a public library and if his job on earth wasnât to detest you, he wouldâve already had you bent on the table.
âI love how youâre always so sure of being better than me.â
You snicker and send him a flying kiss. âHoney, I am better than you.â
âWait, I just left out a detail!â You almost scream when you compare your answers for the nth time because you canât believe he has done slightly better than you.
âThat detail is important,â Haechan replies unfazed by your indignation.
âNo, itâs not. We would have the same score if this was graded,â you insist, feeling more angered than you should. Itâs nothing serious, it shouldnât be serious, but with him, thereâs your pride on the line.
âBut this is between me and you, so I win. Also, my phrasing in the second answer is better than yours.â
âShut up, itâs not.â
âIt is, and you just have to admit you lost,â he insists, leaning over, staring at you with a challenging raised brow. Â
You swallow, eyebrows furrowing, and then you sigh. âYour advantage is minimal. And you only won a battle, because Iâm winning a war.â
âFine, Napoleon, I still won and youâre coming to my place even Saturday so we can do this some more.â
âHey, Napoleon sucked! He lost the most important battles, the only ones he shouldâve won.â
âThatâs why I called you that,â he winks, clicking his tongue mockingly. Â
âOh, you think you will win the war? Youâre wrong, honey, Waterloo is yours.â
Haechan laughs, standing up after putting his things in his bag. âIâm waiting for you on SaturdayâŚâ he says and before you can complain he starts singing, âWaterloo, I was defeated, you won the warâŚâ
âOh, shut up!â You say, hitting his arm as you push him away, but he giggles and walks away continuing with the tune.
âWaterloo, promise to love you forevermore. Waterloo, couldnât escape if I wanted toâŚâ
And you think that if only he didnât try to sabotage your final grades in Music History, you might even find him funny.
Haechan hates you.
If he was sure he didnât before, he is sure that he does now.
He canât wrap his head around the fact that you, Miss zero social skills, and negative 100 friends, can be so good at debating. On every fucking topic. Youâre well-spoken, witty, smart, somehow it looks like you know everything about everything. And even when you donât know (and you always specify it â which he shouldnât find so hot, but he does) you always come up with perfectly thought theories and analyses coming from the small knowledge you have on the topic. The thing he also hates is that you never sound like youâre showing off your skills, itâs just really nice to listen to you and âwhen heâs not the one intervening against youâ youâre the sweetest person ever and everybody in every class absolutely adores you.
He wonders if youâre a robot. Maybe youâre some sort of artificial intelligence sent there to conduct studies on humansâ stupidity, and he was unlucky enough to start a fight with you. You just donât seem real. And heâd love to dig deeper but he doubts he will find anything relevant.
You might be smart, but you also look incredibly boring. He tried to find out if you had interests, or anything that could distract you, but his research led nowhere. The biggest problem is that he hates you, but not to the point that he wants to get you suspended from University, so he has to find another way to make you slip.
Apparently, youâre playing the same game, but even at this, you are thinking faster and smarter.
âWhere the fuck are all my anthropology notes?â Haechan mutters as he looks through his library, moving books and notebooks around, thinking he has gone insane. âMark!â He screams, rushing to the desk to search again but he knows where he left everything; on the second shelf of the small library in his room, on top of the music theory book that hasnât moved since a week.
âYes?â His housemate peaks from the door only with his head.
âDid you mistake our notes?â
âWhat notes?â Mark furrows, backing away from his friend who looks out of his mind.
âThe anthropology notes,â he says, voice full of annoyance because, why does Mark never know anything? Heâs in the same course and, yet, heâs always somewhere else with his head.Â
âMan, I donât even take notes during that lesson.â
âWhat do you mean you donât? Ugh, never mind,â Haechan groans, rolling his eyes because he canât believe he canât count on anybody. âHave you seen them somewhere?â
âNope,â Mark replies, entering the room. âI mean, I donât know what they look like.â
âYou know right we have a test tomorrow? The winter break is close, and some courses have it. You are studying, right?â
âYeah, just not everyâŚthingâŚâ
Haechan rolls his eyes, shaking his head. âWhy donât you like it? I mean, I know itâs not really music related but it teaches you so much about other cultures and thereâs a whole part about how music is different from culture to culture.â
âNext semester, we didnât get there, yet. Itâs a bunch of complicated terminology and theories I just donât get,â Mark defends. He never understood why Haechan loved studying so much. He is only there for the music, and a few other theoretical lessons, but some courses donât make any sense to him. Â
âSo you plan on being terrible tomorrow?â
âI just want a decent result; I donât strive for perfection like you and your girlie.â
Haechan almost chokes on his saliva. âMy girlie? Whoâs my girlie?â
âThat girl in class you always get into heated arguments with, and then she comes here and Iâm pretty sure you make out when no oneâs watching,â Mark says so calmly it infuriates Haechan more than if he was teasing him. Â
âShut the hell up! Sheâs my mortal enemy and while you have been paired with Yangyang for the song project, Professor Park thought it was nice putting her and me together.â
âYeah, you can still make out with your mortal enemy,â he snorts, hitting his friend with a playful elbow hit. Â
âMark, shut up and leave, I have to study,â he tries to cut short, pushing his friend out of the room. Â
âWith what notes?â
âI donât know. I left them on the shelf, and nobody entered my room since Saturday when she â Oh, my God.â
When your name resonates in the empty classroom after youâve taken the anthropology test, your blood freezes for a second.
âHaechannie,â you cheer cheekily, turning around and pushing your tote bag far up your shoulders.
âDonât,â he warns, lifting a finger to stop you from starting anything. âI have to talk to you.â
âSure, the test was easy, right? You might have beaten me this time,â you say but you have to hold back a laugh when you scan his furious, pissed-off expression.
âYeah, if you studied, it was,â he retorts venously. Â
âAnd you surely studied,â you say, faking innocence. Â
âYou can study when you have something to study on,â he says through gritted teeth.
âYes, and you do,â you still play dumb, but when he calls your surname, you know heâs not joking anymore. âYes?â
âDo you, perhaps, know where the fuck my notes are?â
You look around, shrugging. âWhere are your notes, Donghyuck?â
âI donât know, Iâm asking you for a reason,â he retorts, plastering a fake smile that doesnât reflect in the darkness of his pupils.
âThey mightâve mixed up with my stuff when you invited me over Saturday?â You sing-song, tilting your head to the side and shrugging.
âMightâve,â he repeats, a hint of bitterness in his tone. âIt was just a coincidence.â
You shrug again, pushing your lower lip in a pout. âSometimes⌠things happen.â
âAnd if it wasnât on purpose, why couldnât you just text me?â
âBecause I didnât notice,â you reply innocently, batting your lashes, knowing it will get on his nerves even more. Â
He groans, closing his eyes to calm himself down before he speaks again, âthen how do you know?â
âDonât know, just making assumptions,â you say. âIt turns out Iâm really good at it.â
âI swear, I â I want to⌠I want to ââ
âTo what? Choke me because I got my revenge? Oh, it turns out itâs really not that funny when someone plays with you?â You mock, and in doing so you get closer to him.
âGoddamn,â he groans before your back meets the hard wall of the room and his lips meet yours in a heated kiss, his hands on your body and yours limp at your side as youâre too shocked to react. âI want to â I want to kill you, actually.â
You smirk, chuckling straight at his face. âFilled the space with the wrong letter, âcause youâre kissing me.â
âMaybe my kiss is lethal, maybe thereâs poison on my lips.â
âOh, youâre so romantic youâd die for me?â You coo, placing a hand on your heart.
Haechan groans, throwing his head back. âWhy are you always so, so, so, God,â he curses, running his fingers in his hair. âI want my notes back, now.â
âI donât have them,â you say, grinning because he looks wrecked. You know it wasnât very morally mature for you, but it was only fair. Also, you know he doesnât arrive last minute with anything, he had already studied everything and youâre sure he had answered everything on that paper, he just couldnât revisit.
âMy notes back when you pass by for the project or itâs war.â
âItâs already war,â you retort when he walks past you to leave. Â
Haechan turns around, locking his gaze with yours. âOh, honey, it can get so much worse than this.â
You felt like testing your luck when his notes werenât back on his desk, but you had no idea it could get worse than that, until it got.
When he deleted an essay from your computer and you had to remake and finish the work of five days in five hours, so you cancelled a project he was working on for another assignment you had. And then he erased the recording of a course from your phone, so you ripped his notebook in front of his eyes (and his roommates too). The list of petty things is long, and youâre not really proud (youâre sure not even Haechan is) of what you did, especially when things started becoming personal. You two want to destroy each other, but you are honestly just killing yourselves in the meantime.
Your book slams closed so hard that you almost zip your hands in it, and by protecting your fingers you lose track of where youâve been. âGet lost,â you whisper bitterly as soon as you recognize the hand that did that.
âNo thanks,â he replies, sitting next to you.
âIâm trying to read a book in the quiet of the library, so can you leave me alone?â
âItâs a public space, I can sit wherever I want,â he replies, leaning back into the chair, and widening his legs under the table. You know âcause you feel his knee push against yours and you have to retract your leg to avoid the contact. Â
You glare at him, breathing deeply through your nose because you canât make a scene here. You two almost got kicked out of a class two days ago, and that was humiliating enough. So, you think that ignoring him is the best thing you can do.
âWow, so you have a bit of self-control and donât talk back. Never thought Iâd see that day,â he replies sarcastically to your silence with an amused grin that curls his lips.
You hold back a scream and huff loudly, âI truly need you to get fucked right now.â
âNevermind,â he jokes, pulling a tight forced smile and you close the book again, now too annoyed to even focus on the words on the paper. âI came here in peace, by the way.â
âYeah, your peace is war in my country,â you reply bitterly, trying to shift away but those damn chairs make the loudest sounds at the smallest movements. Â
âThatâs because youâre full of prejudices.â
You inhale deeply, rubbing your temple to soothe the headache you know is about to arrive. âHaechan, tell me what you want and then leave me alone.â
He smiles, happy you are finally willing to listen, before he clears his throat. âOkay so, I have to say that some of this is funny. I mean, only the debates and these random talks, but Iâm not the biggest fan of all the other stuff weâre doing, so why donât we bring it back?â
âBring it back? As in?â You question, raising a brow in confusion.
âI liked it better when we would just compete without tearing ourselves down. If you cancel, ruin, or save one of my projects with the word boobs in it before sending it to the professor another time, I will go insane.â
You hold back a chuckle. You have to admit it was your lowest move, but it was quite funny when Professor Choi had a whole talk in class about being careful before sending out finished projects and exposed him in front of the class.
âNo, it wasnât funny,â he mutters sternly, watching you fight with all the muscles of your face to donât break into a laugh.
âNo, sorry, it was,â you defend, voice trembling, threatening a chuckle to come out. âLike Iloveboobsdemo1 is the best thing Iâve ever come up with. That could be the title of our song.â
âIf you want to get expelled from all the academies in the world that would be a perfect idea,â he says, trying to be serious because seriously it wasnât funny, but when you stare into each otherâs eyes for too long none of you two can hold back the laughter anymore. âOkay, fine. It was funny, but I donât want that to happen again.â
âSo? Do you give up?â You taunt, tilting your head after placing it on your palms.
âIâm not giving up, we are changing strategies of our combat.â
âOh, okay. You will lose anyway in the end, so if this can be more beneficial for me in the meantime, itâs fine.â
He sighs, rubbing his temples, and you chuckle. âDonât laugh,â he whispers distraught. âI⌠could you sometimes at least pretend to give me some kind of chance of winning with you and not feeling like youâll always have the last laugh?â
âI just replied.â
âNo, a reply wouldâve been âYes, Haechan, donât worry, we can change it.â
âToo wordy,â you comment, waving him off with a movement of hand.
âYou said like ten words more,â he replies, voice breaking in his throat in a whine, but you decide to act as if you donât notice. Â
âIt still flowed better. See, thatâs why the lyrics are in my hands. Youâre really not good with words.â
âYou keep doing that,â he groans, slamming a hand on the table, attracting some curious eyes on you before you glare them away. âBut itâs fine, okay, so⌠no more dirty games? No more sabotaging?â
âYes, no more. Well, not like this, but we can still play a bit, right?â You ask, retracting your hand right when youâre about to hold his to seal the deal.
âYes, but nothing weird, or you know what I mean.â
You hum, reaching out again and shaking his hand. âItâs a deal, then?â
âItâs a deal.â
The deal somehow turns into Haechan always being next to you. Heâs like a shadow, sitting next to you in class, studying with you in the library, and so on. You donât mind him when he minds his business, but he rarely does. Especially during lessons when you need to focus on what the professors are saying.
You roll your eyes when Haechan sneaks a paper next to your notebook and you read âhow would a dog wear pantsâ with two badly drawn different options on it.
âDoes it look like the right moment?â You whisper under your breath, side-eyeing him, and trying to keep your focus on the lesson. You see him nod and decide to mark the second option, thinking that heâd be happy with it, but he has the urge to hear a whole dissertation on something that will never happen, right now.
âWhy?â He asks as if youâre not in the middle of a lecture.
âNot now.â
âBut this lesson is boring,â he whines, poking your side with his elbow. Â
You huff, covering it with a cough when you realize it is too loud, and then take a sip from your bottle of water.
âYou didnât answer,â Haechan insists, this time poking your arm with the cap of the pencil.Â
âI picked one,â you mutter, pointing at the paper with your head. Â
âElaborate and change my mind.â
âYou think itâs the first one?â You say in disbelief, the utter shock causing the tone of your voice to be louder than you expected.
âAny problems there?â The Professor asks, and you feel your blood freeze.
âMh, no, nothing, my pen has no more ink, I was asking for another one,â you lie, thanking God you two are sitting far in the back of the class and the Professor canât hear and canât see that your pen isnât dead at all. So, with a suspicious nod, the middle-aged man goes on with the lecture while Haechan giggles beside you.
You glare at him, and he shrugs raising his hands. âIf you kept quiet, it wouldnât have happened.â
âIf you let me concentrate on the lesson instead of asking dumb questions, it wouldnât have happened,â you retort, and he laughs under his breath again, but doesnât ask more questions. He still ruins your notes with ugly flowers and other drabbles and you let him be because at least heâs being silent and paying attention.
âSo, you really are giving up,â you say when the bell rings and the class starts emptying.
âWhat makes you think that?â He asks, putting his things in his bag, just like you.
âYou didnât write anything down.â
Haechan shrugs. âWhy would I? I have your notes.â
âNo, you donât,â you say but before you can realize he rips the notebook from your hands and snaps a picture of the two pages you wrote. âHey! Thatâs not fair. Thatâs my work.â
âYour amazing summarizing skills and my artistic skills. I donât gift beautiful sunflowers to just anybody.â
âBeautiful sunflowers?â You snicker, starting to walk down the stairs, pushing the notebook into your bag as Haechan follows at your side. âIf Renjun saw them he would have a heart attack.â
âCanât compare Vang Gogh to Picasso.â
âKeep Picasso out of your mouth,â you say threateningly.
âStill, arenât you happy you will think of me while studying?â He bats his lashes, and you hold back an entertained grin.
âCanât wait to go through the absolute most painful ulcers every time I glance down on those things.â
He gasps offended, bringing a hand on his chest. âSee, this is what happens when you spend all your days on socials and your brain doesnât know how to appreciate real art anymore.â
âYou are so annoying, and distracting. Next time if you sit next to me, Iâll push you off the chair,â you warn, and only when a colder blow of wind hits you, you realize youâre walking back to your places together.
âRight!â He says and you think itâs the good time he leaves you alone, but no, heâs not done. âYou didnât explain why the dog would wear it only on its hind legs.â
âIs it really that serious? Why do you want to know so badly?â
âItâs funny. Iâm sick and tired of hearing you only discuss music, sociology, and the media and other stuff.â
You sigh. But you still have a bit to walk, so you might as well have to deal with him and his hypothesis about dogs. âBecause pants have to cover your lower body, so legs, and ass and everything else. If you wear them like the first option, half of the ass is out. And also, the back limbs correspond to our legs, weâre divided in half horizontally, not vertically.â
He doesnât reply right away, processing your answer. And you think you broke him.
âOh!â You exclaim. âZootopia, animals wear clothes like the second picture.â
âReally? You had a whole statement that made perfect sense and then you added a cartoon to your thesis?â
âBut it still makes sense,â you argue back. âAnd, most importantly, I made you agree with me,â you wink before stopping when you reach your complex.
âFine, fine, youâre right,â he gives up before looking behind you. âYou live here?â
You nod, searching for the keys in the tote bag, and you think itâs time to stop pretending thatâs Mary Poppinsâ bag and throw away some useless stuff.
âI thought there were only rooms here,â he states, looking at the big complex a few meters away from the university. Â
âThere are common dormitories, and then there are some one-room flats. I got one with a scholarship when I graduated. Itâs less expensive than an apartment and I get a small place all to myself.â
âOh,â he whispers. He doesnât know why he thought you had roommates. âSo, youâre alone, alone?â
âNo, you canât come in,â you say.
âI didnât ask that,â he frowns, offended you would even imply that. âI thought you⌠well, oh, never mind.â
âYes, Iâm alone, so I can do whatever the hell I want. If I want to cook, I cook. If I want to stay up all night to study, I do that. If I want to dry the clothes in the middle of the living room, that is also the bedroom and the kitchen, I do that.â
âIs it really that small?â
âItâs decent, I guess. Itâs spacious enough to live in it comfortably but not big to the point I have to waste days cleaning it.â
âMaybe we could study there, no loud roommates screaming in the living room.â
âI like the mess of your place, and Iâll be there Friday.â
Haechan rolls his eyes. âCome on, I hate the library. Canât we for once study at your place?â
âI never invited you to my studying sessions,â you groan.
âBut you love it.â
âNo.â
âYes, you have an orgasm every time you know something better than me.â
âPlease, shut up,â you wave him off, starting to walk away.
âI donât care, Iâll be here tomorrow,â he screams when youâre too far, clearly running away from him. Â
âAnd Iâll be at the library!â
You never go to the library, to be honest, you were just unlucky enough that the washing machine thought it was the right moment to leak all over the floor and Haechan found you at home with your coat on the couch, the tote bag next to the door and your jeans half soaked as you tried to fix the mess on the pavement.
From that moment, your meet-ups become more and more periodic, whether itâs at your place, his or at the library. You hate to admit it, but the competition drives you forward, and you love seeing his face every time you defeat him somehow.
âAre you busy this Saturday?â He asks while he strums with the guitar to come up with a chord progression for your song.
âYeah, why?â You reply, poking the cap of the pen to your cheeks, drifting your eyes on him.
âWant to go out with me?â
âWhat? Saturday is my day to study and do my things like I want to,â you say. It was the only day, along with Sunday, you had to fix all your notes without being wrecked from the lessons of the day, or listen to lessons while cleaning the house, and so on. You tried to squeeze everything there so Sunday could be your free day and you could dedicate it to your hobbies and to write for the magazine you worked for, nothing too serious, just some money to add to the survival costs that your parents would send you, and the monthly entrance you had when you would get called to help a dance studio downtown.
âGreat, weâre going out tomorrow.â
You huff, slumping back on the chair. âNo, weâre not. Iâm busy.â
âYou can take one afternoon for me,â he replies, placing the instrument next to him. âCome on, it will be fun.â
âWhere would you even take me?â
Haechan smirks. âItâs a surprise.â
When Saturday afternoon arrives, you donât know how to feel. You spent the whole night trying to find a positive thing about it, and the good thing is that for once you are leaving the house to do something funny âyou hoped soâ not all by yourself. The bad thing is that the person you are going to do this thing with is Haechan.
You try not to worry about it too much, heâs not that bad when he wants to, and heâs funnier than youâd like to admit, so maybe taking a small break from the obsessive studying and tidying, will do you some good.
When you hear the knocks on the door, you grab your coat and your bag and head to open it.
âHi,â he says. âAnything to fix before we leave?â
âDonât say that, they will hear you and break all together.â
Haechan laughs, briefly looking at your body, mostly covered because itâs still cold outside and you have way too many layers on you. âToy Story for home appliances?â
âYeah, that would be my life,â you reply, closing the door behind you and walking outside of the complex. âSo, where are you taking me?â
âI told you, itâs a surprise,â he says. âDonât expect anything big, I just donât want to hear you nag about it.â
âHey, I appreciate almost everything.â
âYeah, itâs the almost that worries me,â he says. âHop in the car.â
âYou have a car?â
âYeah, itâs right in front of your eyes,â he answers, gesturing to the space next to you. Â
You turn around, holding back a laugh when you see the old blue car, itâs surely a Hyundai, you have no idea about the model, but you know for sure itâs falling apart. âThis is the car?â
âYes, Iâm sorry Iâm poor.â
âIt will get us killed,â you say opening the door, letting out a breath of relief when the handle doesnât stay in your hold.
Haechan rolls his eyes and sits in. âCan you donât be overdramatic for one second?â
âIâm stating facts. Are the airbags still working? Is the oil level high enough? The battery? And the water for ââ Your eyes widen when his lips crash on yours. At first, itâs a harsh attempt to shut you up, but then his lips shily go for more, moving along yours with a small flame of need.
âI wonât kill you, but please shut up,â he begs when he pulls away, sooner than you want to, later than he shouldâve. Â
You gulp, trying to shake the dizziness and the way his kiss made you feel lightweight. You might occasionally still want to wrap your hand around his neck but heâs quite good at being a charmer.
âIâm giving you the privilege to pick the music,â he says once youâre on the open road, the lights of the city shine against the windows and the other cars pass beside you.
âYeah, can I connect my Spotify to the car? Oh, wait, this model from the future directly brings the singers into your backseats so you can have a live concert,â you joke after seeing the car radio. Â
âWanted to take the metro?â
You laugh. âNo, Iâm just⌠why did you say that as if I could connect the aux or the Bluetooth? It was funny.â
âFine, youâre forgiven,â he says. âJust play it through your phone.â
You hum, already deep into the scrolling of your music catalogue. âCan I put my driving playlist?â
âYou have a car?â
âNo, I have a driving playlist.â
âWhy would you have a driving playlist if you donât have a car?â
âBecause right now it comes useful,â you wink, pressing play without waiting for his answer.
Haechan smiles, quickly glancing at you before his attention is fully on the road. âBaekhyun?â He asks with surprise when the second song starts. âYou listen to Baekhyun?â
âEverybody should listen to him,â you reply, already getting defensive because his next words could be the last straw of your ârelationship.â
âOh God,â he whispers.
âIf you tell me youâre a hater Iâm jumping out of the running car and changing the trajectory of your life forever,â you warn, turning to the side to have a better view of him.
âMe? A Baekhyun hater? Heâs my father! I just canât believe you have some sort of sense and taste.â
You slap his shoulder, making the both of you break into a light-hearted laugh.
âYou scared me for a second,â you say, placing your hand on your beating heart. Â
âSorry. So, it turns out we have one thing in common,â he jokes, creases creating at the corner of his eyes as his features soften and a genuine smile blooms on his face.
You shrug. âI mean, we have many things in common, actually. Thatâs why we get along so badly. Maybe itâs true, opposite attracts and thatâs why we donât attract.â
âI think we do attract⌠proved it a few times.â
âOnce,â you reply immediately.
âTwice, with the kissâŚâ
âYou did that to shut me up.â
âI donât shut up justâŚâ anybody⌠âI felt like kissing you.â
You smirk, loving watching him struggle. âNothing wrong to admit you find me attractive,â you tease.
âUnfortunately, your mouth ruins everything.â
âMy mouth is the thing that attracts you the most about me, or else you wouldnât keep lingering around me like bees on honey.â
âBees make honey, theyâre not attracted to it. Bears are.â
âYeah, you look like a bear, you know?â
He glares at you, and you laugh. âBears are cute.â
âAnd attracted to honey.â
âAnd do I look like honey?â You ask teasingly. âWait! You always call me honey!â
âItâs a mockery honey, not a sweet honey. Youâre not my honey.â
You think about it. âYouâre not my honey⌠could be a line of our song.â
âNo academy talking today. Itâs forbidden. You have to forget about uni.â
âFine, Iâll forget about it just for today.â
The dates with Haechan, you can call them dates, right? Well, anyway, whatever they are, they become more common. At first, you tried to reject his weird, most of the time, last minute, proposal, because they would throw in the air all of your plans, but after a while, you somehow still found a way to go back on track without screwing up your academic goals.
âWhy donât you stay?â Haechan asks. Itâs another Friday afternoon, and you two met up to go on with the songâs project. Much to your dismay, you have to admit you are the one whoâs holding you two back. Itâs like words canât come out of you, not like you want to, at least. But Haechanâs not mad at you. Actually, you like the atmosphere around you when you lock in his room for those sessions. One time, he even made you try edibles to see if you could come up with something, but you ended up making out on the floor instead, so you stopped going for that path.
âI donât know,â you say, huffing when you glance at the words in front of you and remind yourself that they donât make sense. âI was thinking of going home and maybe listening to your tracks andâŚâ
âCome up with something?â He drags the chair closer to you and steals your papers to read them. âItâs not as bad as you made it to be.â
âYeah, itâs a good song, but itâs basic. And I feel like itâs a bit⌠clichĂŠ.â
âYou do know that everything has already been written?â He jokes, but itâs not a teasing remark, itâs the truth, and heâs genuinely trying to lift your spirit. Â
âI know, but itâs not my style, this is not how I usually write, I ââ
âYou write?â He stops you and only then you realize what you said. âLike, you have written songs before?â
You nod, shame pervading you when he stares at you with an expression you canât comprehend. âAre you going to make fun of me?â
âNo, I just thought you preferred lyrics over production, but I had no idea you were a lyricist.â
âNow, lyricist⌠I try, sometimesâŚâ
Haechan smirks, poking your tummy making you cover it with your arms. âSo there is something youâre insecure about.â
âOh, I knew you were going to have a ball about this,â you groan, rolling your head back.
âNo, hey, itâs just⌠Iâve never seen you like this about something you do. You are confident, usually,â he explains with no hint of mockery in his voice.
You sigh, looking at your feet tapping the ground and then look back at him. âItâs just⌠very personal,â you confess. âI think itâs clear I donât have lots of friends. I used to, back at home, but here Iâm alone. But even back then Iâve always felt like there was something I couldnât completely let out. Thatâs why I love dancing, I can express myself in a different way, but I found out it still wasnât enough and when I started playing the piano again I⌠started writing. It started almost as a joke, and it was a cheesy break-up song when my ex cheated on me, like the cheap version of drivers license,â you joke and he laughs with you.
âBut it was still better than this, I guess?â
You hum, shaking your head. âNah, my first song was a mess, but then it was like I just couldnât stop writing, so my songs became my diary. Every time something happens, I write about it.â
He hums, moving the chair closer until your legs intertwine. âSo, to write a love song you would need to fall in love?â
Youâre taken aback by his question, and donât reply right away. âNo, I just need to be inspired. Iâll watch some movies, and it will come to me.â
His face twists in mild disgust as he shakes his head. âMovies are fake, itâs better to live things on your skin.â
âI donât have time to date, and I canât just find someone that easily,â you say laughing. âBut donât worry, I wonât make us fail. Iâll try to edit this and make it work if I really canât come up with anything else.â
Haechan is not convinced, itâs clear in his face and the way his leg is bouncing nervously, but he doesnât get back on the conversation. âAre you staying?â
âI have some notes to edit and ââ
âYou have tomorrow,â he cuts you off. âCome on, I have to do it too.â
You groan, hating the way you canât say no to his big eyes staring at you. âFine, but not too much.â
Itâs useless to say that none of you get those notes written better.
âGod, are you fucking Professor Kim?â Haechan growls, grabbing your wrist and stopping you in the college corridors right out of Music History class, the last lesson of Tuesday.
âWhat?â You babble out, surprised by his angry tone and his speculation.
âNo cause youâre his favourite and itâs driving me insane,â he utters under his breath, glaring at you.
âIâm his favourite?â You tease, tilting your head to the side, loving the fire that turned on between you two. It had been three calm months, the bickerings were too intellectual and you missed this.
âYeah, I gave him the exact same answer and he found the tiniest thing to say I wasnât right, just so he could hear yours instead and praise you.â
âOh, poor baby boy, Professor Kim didnât give you head pats and now youâre mad?â You pout, patting his head in a mockery gesture.Â
Haechan groans, throwing his head back, and pushing you into the nearest empty class, closing the door behind.
âHaechan, what are yââ
âShh,â he says, shushing you with a stern gaze and a squeeze of your wrist. âYou passed by his office the other day, didnât you? Needed extracurricular help âcause you didnât understand something,â he mocks with a high-pitched voice. âTaught you how to play his flute in a historically accurate way?â
Youâd love to laugh at his terrible blowjob-music reference but when his gaze darkens, you only chuckle, and thatâs enough to drive him mad.
âGod, for you is just a game, isnât it?â
âYou really think I fucked Professor Kim?â
âNo, but Iâm pretty sure he fantasizes about having you bent over his desk and, fuck, it drives me mad.â
âYou wish he fantasized about having you bent on his desk?â You joke, smirking.
He groans. âNo, I hate the way he looks at you, and talks to you, the last thing he had to do today was to call you a good girl in front of the whole class.â
Your lips curl in an amused grin, but your heart âand something elseâ flutter at the way he says âgood girl,â you try not to show it and go on with your teasing. âNot my fault Iâm good, and Iâm interested in his subject.â
âYour fault you lick his boots,â he groans, pushing you flat against the door, standing so close to your nose. âI know youâre smart and you donât need to ride a dick to be first in class butâŚâ he stops, inhaling your scent, and leaning against your forehead.
You lift his head with two fingers under his chin, and lean in, whispering, âyou still want to see me bent over a desk, and you want to be the one railing me, isnât it?â
He doesnât reply, not verbally at least. The only answer is a guttural moan and two arms lifting you, making your legs wrap around his waist as he kisses you roughly.
âHyuck,â you moan into the kiss when he starts walking toward the desk, sitting you on the edge.
âYeah?â
âWe canât â we â this is, we can get expelledâŚâ
He snickers. âBe quiet and nobody will even hear us.â
âWhat if they lock us inside?â
âShut up,â he groans again, kissing you another time as his bag drops on the floor. âYou drive me so fucking mad, you have no idea.â
You snicker under your breath, but your heart loses a beat when his hands roam on your thighs, moving closer and closer to your heat. âWait,â you whisper.
âWait, what?â He hums, cupping your chin and lowering your head, staring straight into your eyes. Haechan scoffs when your thighs squeeze against each other and he can see you gulping. âDonât act like you donât want this,â he whispers, leaning closer to your lips, making you believe heâll kiss you, but you only get a taste of his thumb rubbing over your full lips, âdonât act like you donât want me.â
âHaechan!â You scream when he rips off your tights, the tear of the fabric resonating in the room as you look down in shock. âIâm gonna kill you,â you groan but heâs not bothered in the slightest.
âThey were getting in the way, and I get rid of everything that gets in my way,â he says with a smirk.
You laugh mockingly. âThen why am I still here?â
His brows furrow and a small pout forms on his face but he shrugs it off. âIâm taking care of you, I told you,â he groans, kissing you harshly. âYouâre not winning the war.â
âOh, and your military strategy is to fuck me?â
âYeah, until you forget everything.â
You huff loudly when he finishes ripping the tights from your legs, the only pieces left the ones trapped in your shoes, and youâre glad the skirt is long enough to donât make you freeze on the way back home.
âSo much better,â he says proudly, staring at his work of art, letting his hands wander on your now bare skin. âAnd, now, letâs find out if thereâs a way to shut you up.â
You look at him in anticipation, waiting for his next move as if your life depends on it. And you hate to be so eager, you hate you fantasized on it more than you shouldâve, but you want to know what his lips feel like. And itâs almost as if Haechan hears your secret thoughts.
âWhat do you want, sweetheart?â He taunts, kneading his fingers on your flesh.
âNothing,â you mutter, trying to sound more confident than what you are.
Haechan laughs at you, shaking his head as he slowly gets on his knees, looking up at you. âYou are always so fucking proud and annoying.â His hands rest on your knees before he pushes them far apart, forcing you in place as you uselessly try to close your legs. He tsk, shaking his head. âDonât act ashamed, Iâve already felt you, and tasted you.â
You donât reply. Itâs hard to keep eye contact but this is bigger than sex, this is a game between you two and, he might not beat you in class, but heâs beating you right now.
His laugh brings you back to earth and you hate the smug smirk thatâs sitting on his face. âSo you do get quiet, thought I needed to give you a taste of my mouth to shut you up.â
You open your mouth to retort but the stern glare that flashes on his face is enough to put you back in your place.
âGood girl,â he says and your body trembles before you can even try to hide it. âShould I get a better taste of you?â He stares at you, waiting for an answer that doesnât come, not like he wants to at least. âUse your words, babe. You know how to run that mouth when you want to, so, beg for it.â
âFuck, no,â you retort, trying to move away but his hold on you doesnât give any signs of loosening up.
âOkay, then,â he says, slowly standing up, and grabbing his bag. âSee you around.â
âWhat?â You squeal, grabbing his wrist. âWhat are you doing?â
âLeaving,â he replies, shrugging.
âThatâs not fair,â you reply, and he snickers.
âWhat? Are you wet? Do you want me?â
You donât expect that reply and struggle to find the words, even more now that heâs standing between your open legs, keeping them apart, and his eyes are staring down at you, pinning you down in place. âI donât want you,â you lie, swallowing the gulp in your throat when his right hand sits on your waist. âI just⌠I want to fuck.â
âOh, do you? Well, there are plenty of people here, Iâm sure many of them would want you. You know, even if you donât pay attention to anybody, people look at you,â he whispers, caressing your jaw with his other hand. âFirst on the list is Professor Kim. Donât you want to feel the thrill? Come on, go to his office now, so I can have something to hold against you forever.â
You chuckle. âYeah? Want to blackmail me so I can do all the essays for you? Maybe youâll get the best grades like this,â you tease, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt and making him groan.
He licks his lips, staring at yours, and you smirk. âI donât need you to be first, and you know it.â Â
âDo I?â you tease. âWant to be first at something?â
âDonât,â Haechan warns, eyes darkening even more while the tent in his tight pants becomes even more evident.
âWhat? You can be the first one who fucks me on a desk if you quit playing hard to get.â
âIâm not playing hard to get,â he replies, leaning even closer, your bodies are pressed together and you can feel his hard dick press against you. âI wonât be the one begging, especially to eat you out,â he groans, cupping your chin unexpectedly. âDonât act as if you didnât think of this before. Iâve seen the way you get lost in my fingers when we study together. You see me twirl a pen in my hand and you wish I was inside you, donât you? And when we argue? Thereâs always a small fragment where you lose focus and stare at my lips. Where do you want them, honey?â
Your brows furrow but your entire body reacts differently, a small shake, while wetness pools down your panties, soaking them even more, and your eyes close because you canât bear his smug glare.
âI said,â he urges, giving a quick squeeze to your chin, âwhere do you want my lips?â
âOn â on me,â you breathe out, voice muffled by the firm hold on your face.
His lips twitch as he leans closer and kisses your cheek. âHere,â he says, holding back a laugh when your eyes widen. âThat was where you wanted them, right?â
âOh, fuck off, you know what I meant,â you huff.
âNo, Iâm the dumb one, remember? You are smarter than me, you know everything. Iâm always a step behind, I need you to guide me step by step,â he mocks in a condescending tone, pouting.
You take a deep breath. âI hate you.â
âOh, I know,â he laughs. âBut if you use just three magic words Iâm sure youâre going to love me for a while.â
You donât want to give up but youâre on fire, and you fear that the more time passes by the more someone could find you out.
âIâll ask nicely one last time,â he whispers against your lips. âThen Iâll ask you to do something for me and youâll lose my lips for the second time. Where do you want them?â
âOn my pussy,â you whisper, not meeting his eyes.
âFucking finally,â he laughs. âWas it so hard Miss big brain?â
âStop mocking me!â
âMocking you?â He asks, getting on his knees again before grabbing your panties to pull them down. âI might hate you but it would be dumb to not recognize your qualities, right?â
You donât reply, you have other things to worry about. For example, your mortal enemies kneeled between your legs in an empty class of your Academy, staring into your soul, ready to eat you out.
âSo, since youâre so good with words, here we go again. Beg.â Haechan craves putting his lips on you just as you do, but this is the only moment he can have some power over you. And after the humiliation of todayâs class, he has to make you pay for it a bit. Or maybe he just wants to hear that even if youâd choke him and slap him, you still want him.
âPlease, Donghyuck, please,â you plead, looking into his eyes.
Heâd love to hear you beg for him more, but the way your cunt is dripping on the desk is already enough to tell him how much you want him, and for now, itâs enough.
When his lips come in contact with your skin your legs immediately hook around his shoulders and you can feel the chuckle on your wet folds.
âEager, honey?â
âJust, please, eat me out already,â you barely have time to finish that he stops playing around and starts moving his mouth on you. Your head falls behind while your thighs squeeze tighter around his face. Your hands clench on the edge of the desk as you try to keep your balance, but it gets harder with every lick of his tongue.
âKeep quiet, the door is closed not locked,â he reminds you, pulling away from you just to pick up again.
You try to donât be too loud, but heâs better than you expected and maybe this was the wrong time to try this out. You shouldâve simply begged him to fuck you, but now that youâre in the middle of this, the last thing you want is to stop him.
One of your hands is brave enough to let go of the hold on the desk and reach his hair to push him closer to your body, surprising him.
Haechan always thought you were much more shy than this, honestly, he didnât even hope much for this to happen. But you surprise him, not only you let him have you in a random class at your university but you are also pushing him closer.
âYou are eager,â he muffles against you, he canât pull away when youâre pressing him down with so much force, but the way youâre acting is setting him on fire. He loves hearing you moan and whimper, not a word coming out of your pretty lips to confront him, just bliss on your face and voice. And that pushes him to give you even more, putting his entire self into eating you out until he almost drags screams out of you, making both of you forget where you are.
Youâre not sure how many minutes pass by but when the orgasm rushes in your body you feel itâs too close. Youâd probably force him down for another round if you were in any other place but you donât feel brave enough.
âSo? Disappointed?â He asks, cleaning his chin as he stands up, reaching you again. âDonât lie, youâre still dripping down the desk, youâre even more turned on than last time.â
âIâm not,â you lie. You know you are, and Haechan knows it too.
âWhat is it? The thrill of being caught? My skills? Just me, or something else?â
You donât know why you reply with what you reply, but you do. âMaybe someone else,â you tease, not even sure heâll take the bait, but heâs too caught up in you to see the games youâre playing.
âYeah? And whoâs that?â
âSee, I always believed you were perspicacious and could catch details, I canât believe you didnât get it. Youâre so sure Professor Kim wants to fuck me, ever thought I want him too?â You bat your lashes and Haechan tries to silence a groan, but you feel his fists clench at your sides.
âDonât play with me, Iâm not falling for this.â
You shrug. âFine, Iâll still think about him while you fuck mââ he shuts you up with a rough kiss, pushing you down the desk with a quick movement that makes your heart jump to your throat.
âHeâs not even that hot,â he groans, turning you around before bending you on the desk, and pulling your skirt up around your waist. âAnd heâs not even that old, thereâs not even the charm of the dilf.â
âHeâs smart,â you talk back, not sure how much you can pull your luck.
Haechan scoffs, slapping your ass. âNot smarter than me.â
âYouâre not the professor soâŚâ
âA degree means nothing,â he says, his chest pressing against your back. âWhatâs that you like so much about him?â
You chuckle. Youâre not sure if heâs playing into your game or is just so easy to fool, but either way, you decide to keep going. âEverything. Donât you see him?â
Haechan groans. Out of all the people, out of all the professors, he has a very personal beef with him that started at the start of the year and the way you just praise him so much âeven outside of this specific situation where he got youâre messing up with himâ drives him insane.
âBecause heâs the best at everything? Isnât he?â
You nod, expecting him to talk back but the only answer you get is the sharp sound of his belt being pulled away from his pants and smacked against your ass. âFuck,â you curse, hating the way your body buzzes with pleasure at the impact.
Haechan chuckles. âI wonder what he would think of you if he saw you like this.â
âHe wouldnât think,â you say. âHeâd act, fucking me like I deserve instead of wasting time like you.â
When his cock fills you up with no warning you almost scream but his hand is quicker at reaching your mouth.
âYeah, would he fuck you better?â
You groan in his hand, but your brain goes blank with each thrust into you, pulling his hips back before he snaps them forward, so forcefully that you slide upward on the desk and he has to pull you down so that your hips donât hit the wood.
âAnswer me,â he urges, making a makeshift ponytail with your hair to force you up. âWould he?â
âI⌠I donât know,â you cry out, feeling him deep inside of you, filling you perfectly. Â
âYou just have to test me until I snap, donât you?â
âHe seems âfuckâ fitter than you.â
Haechan snickers mockingly. âYes? You want to be thrown around? Like youâre worth nothing? Do I have to do that to make you feel good?â
You shake your head, ass perking up, your feet on their tips as you try to keep balance.
âNo? Is being fucked in a class enough for you? Does it satisfy your needs?â He hisses, eyes rolling back when he focuses them where your bodies meet, your cum dripping down his length and balls. He canât believe how turned on you are. âThought you were innocent but look at you.â
âNot my fault you donât catch details,â you retort with a small bit of sanity ânot reallyâ you have in you.
âDetails? Or maybe youâre just an actress. Making everyone believe you only think about grades and studies and here you are, drooling while I fuck you over a desk. Begging for my dick.â
You donât even realize you are drooling down the desk and when youâre about to clean your chin, Haechan grabs your hands and pins them in place behind your back.
âNo,â you whimper, falling flat with your chest pressing down the wooden table. Â
âYes, honey,â he mocks. âI want to see you become a mess for me. Should I take a snap of you like this? Send it to Professor Kim so he can see he will never have you like this?â He whispers against your ear. âThink I donât know it was all a play? Not only you donât like him, but you wouldnât risk your reputation for a terrible fuck when you have a brain like yours.â
Your pussy clenches. Itâs the way his voice sounds like velvet, itâs how deep itâs hitting you, itâs in his words, and the way it turns you on that your number one rival, the one that despises you, still knows your value.
âStill, Iâm pretty sure he wishes he could see you like this,â he adds, biting your earlobe. âA shame he canât, right?â
âY-yes,â you mumble in a pathetic wail. Â Â
âBut maybe I could still keep it to myself,â his hips start moving with more force and you canât hold back your moans as you clench around him. âYeah? Want me to take a photo of you like this?â
You wish you could reply but words just donât come out of your lips, brain emptying and eyes rolled back in your skull.
âMaybe another time,â he says, breath getting ragged as he keeps fucking into you with determination. âDonât really want to pull away to take a pic of us.â
âThere â there wonât be âfuckâ another time,â you reply, forcing yourself to speak. Â
Haechan snickers. âThe mess between your legs tells me otherwise,â he mocks, reaching in front of you to play with your clit, making you shake. âDonât be so hard on yourself, you deserve good things, even a good fuck from me.â
âToo much,â you cry out, feeling your eyes getting wetter as the orgasm starts choking you.
âNo, you just havenât had a decent orgasm in ages,â he retorts.
âShut up! You know âshitâ you know nothing.â
âHoney, I can only imagine you playing with yourself, but your hands or toys donât come close to me,â he says, so smugly you can feel the smirk on his face. Â And you canât even retort because âas much as you hate itâ heâs right.
âCome here,â he says, putting a hand over your shoulders to pull you closer to him. âAre you close?â
You nod, biting your lower lip until it bleeds because youâre sure the sound of your ass slamming against his hips is already a giveaway of whatâs going on inside this room. You clench around him when he bites down your shoulder to muffle a louder groan as his hips start moving faster as he chases his climax.
You feel your legs give up as the second orgasm hits you and you hold against the desk again because you donât know where else to hold on to. Haechan tries to keep his curses low, sticking his face in the crook of your neck and you feel you could come again just by his voice alone; his moans the pretties sounds youâve ever heard.
âOh god,â you breathe out when he gently lets go of your body and you can relax on the hard surface again, squirming in discomfort when he pulls out of you.
âI hope you didnât tear my panties apart, too,â you say, rolling on your back, making him laugh.
âDonât move, youâll stain the skirt, itâs the only clean thing on the table,â he says, grabbing a napkin to prevent you from making even more of a mess.
âAnd whoâs fault is that?â You ask, glaring at him.
âYou should just thank me for the orgasm, better, two orgasms, I gave you.â
You huff, rolling your eyes, but still letting him clean you up, after all, the cum was his, so itâs his place to clean it. After youâre sure you wonât ruin the last untouched piece of clothes you have, you sit up, taking your âuncomfortablyâ wet panties to put them on.
âSoâŚâ he whispers as he cleans up the rest of the mess on the table and shoves your broken tights in his bag, âit was just for fun, right? You have no intentions with MrâŚâ
You break down laughing. âYouâre so easy to fool. You seriously think Iâll ever let him see me like this?â
Haechan scoffs, finishing fixing his clothes before walking to the door. âItâs not about what you would do, is if you think of him.â
âI donât,â you reply, following him even if you feel like your legs could give up any second. âI wonder if your jealousy was also a play,â you tease, nudging him as you two walk down the corridor to leave.
âIt wasnât jealousy, you would just have terrible taste if you truly liked him, and I have beef with him.â
You chuckle, deciding to believe him.
âWait,â he says, stopping to search for something in his bag.
âIâll go for the door, reach me,â you say, starting to head on, youâre not even sure you two could be there at that time. âLee Donghyuck,â you curse when you try to push open the front door. âWhat did I say?â
He walks toward you nonchalantly and shrugs. âYeah?â
âThey locked us in!â
He smiles, shaking his head, and grabbing your hand. âCan you run?â
âWhat?â You blink a few times, trying to understand how his question fits the situation.
âAfter I fucked you like that, can you run?â
âShush,â you scold, fearful someone might hear, youâre not sure who since you seem to be completely alone, but better safe than sorry. âAnd no, I donât know, I⌠why would we run?â
âDo you trust me?â He asks, reaching out his hand for you to take.
âNo,â you say resolutely. Â
âGood,â he smirks before he starts running into the corridors, giving you no chance but to follow him, cursing and damming every life decision that led you here, with cum threatening to leak out of you after you finished having sex in the class of your Academy and are now running to go God knows where, locked inside the institute.
âHyuck!â You scream when he runs up the stairs and you swear you never felt so much adrenaline rush in your blood but when he looks back for a second and shows you his big bright smile with his hair falling in his face perfectly, you swear the world stops and all your worries are lifted from your shoulders. Maybe you trust him. Maybe you need to be this carefree sometimes.
Your heart jumps in your throat when he pushes open an emergency door and the mild breeze of March runs over you. You breathe in deeply, pushing into your lungs the air and the first early spring scent, letting the wind play with your hair and your clothes while your hand never lets go of his.
And then you both start laughing. Never looking back, and terribly looking forward, watching your steps as you run down the emergency stairs. You laugh, and youâre happy and you canât believe your fingers are still intertwined with the ones of your mortal enemy.
When you reach the ground floor, hidden in the back of the palace where the sun doesnât shine, there are still some tears spilling out of your eyes. You two pant, trying to catch your breath, and look at each other before you have to look away or else you will start laughing again.
You canât believe you followed him blindly.
Your hands are still intertwined.
With each passing day, Haechan is convinced he has a perfect plan. Itâs all part of the original plan, but if he gets you to try out romantic things, not only will he distract you from your perfect grades but he will also make you come up with a song that will give him a perfect score.
There are some small details that Haechan didnât even consider. Detail number 1: where this could lead you two and your relationship. Detail number 2: that while distracting you, he will inevitably distract himself. But he doesnât get it until itâs too late.
Haechan canât remember when you started to dress up so much every time you hang out. You always dress well, or maybe he is biased for thinking that even the most basic white turtleneck shirt and cargo pants when you are too done with life to put up your skirts, dresses, or cutely styled other types of outfits, look amazing on you. Yet, during these last few dates, you started doing more, playing more with your hairstyles, trying different make-up, and always looking perfect in whatever clothes you put on your body.
Haechan hates you. Now more than ever because this was supposed to be your silly little race to the top of your second academic year and yet here he is, feeling his heart pound in his throat as you walk toward him. With your hair in a slicked-back ponytail, a freaking heart-shaped side part, your short red dress, while the white cardigan covers your arms and shields you from the light breeze, and your red short heels tap on the asphalt and bring his attention to the white socks that reach you right below your knees, while your hand clench around a heart-shaped bag.
He hates you because he wants you too badly and heâs terrified this is crossing the lines of bland and stupid physical attraction.
You smile, calling him Hyuck and heâd love to scream because he canât be so smart and yet so dumb at the same time. But he tries to ignore it, and smiles back at you, addressing you with your surname so he can put some distance between you. You donât even get mad anymore, it makes you smile tenderly as you lower your face to the ground and tangle your arm with his to walk to the car. Now he hopes that the old sardine can will make you two blow up, not to kill you, but to donât make you accept a date from him anymore.
But that old car struggles but doesnât crash, and drives you to the restaurant safely.
âThis place is so pretty,â your voice rings in his ears, bringing him out of the thought heâs struggling with since you walked out of your apartment.
âYeah, itâs musically themed, thought it was a good idea.â
âAnd the dishes also have song names? Thatâs the best thing Iâve ever seen,â your face lightens up when you scan the menu and in reflection, he does too.
What the fuck are you doing? He curses when he catches himself lost on you, too focused giggling like a child as you catch the references between the songs and the plates. You look like a clichĂŠ embodiment of love, and he thinks youâve done it on purpose. Itâs way past Valentineâs Day, but he feels that Cupid is flying right above you, ready to play him a dirty trick.
âSo? You picked?â You ask, bringing him out of his thoughts, and he shakes his head, coughing while glueing his eyes on the menu.
âNope, Iâm a bit uncertain,â he says, pretending he wasnât just too busy staring at you a few moments ago.
You laugh, humming. âOh, I know.â
âWhat did you get?â He asks, meeting your eyes above the paper in his hand.
âI wanted to get the Summer 69â appetizer first,â you reply and he smirks.
âAre you hinting at something?â
âOh, shut up, you perv! It just looks tasty, there are different appetizers from different parts of the world and itâs a cold start.â
âThen we can take the big one so we can share?â
âSure,â you reply, smiling at him. âOh, and then âI wanna dance with somebodyâ as the main dish.â
âDo you?â He winks.
âIâm not sending you signals, Iâm just starving,â you reply, rolling your eyes, but he hears the low giggle that you try to hold back.
âFine,â he smiles. âIâll take âManeaterâ in your honour.â
âIâm a maneater? Oh, thanks, the best compliment ever actually,â you say playfully.
He smiles, stopping for a second after he hands you his menu. âYou look beautiful tonight, by the way.â And when your mouth parts and no sound come out of it, he thinks he screwed it up. Itâs not the first time he compliments you but well, the other times didnât sound so serious.
But then your face breaks in a smile, and your eyes light up, shily diverting the gaze as you thank him before the waitress saves you both from the embarrassment thatâs tangible in the air.
âKaraoke? Are you being extremely nice, borderline perfect, tonight so you can show me the biggest twist ever?â You gasp when the karaoke downtown enters your line of view. Youâve been walking for a while now since he couldnât find a spot nearby, but he never mentioned where your next stop would be.
âIâm always nice to you when we go out on daâ like this,â Haechan replies, opening the door of the place for you to get in first. âAlso, since weâll have to record the song soon, I think itâs time to test our vocal abilities.â
You giggle, waiting for him before you start walking to the desk to book a room.
âKaraoke is for fun, never to show off youâre like Celine Dion.â
Haechan chuckles, nodding in agreement while you reach the booth that the lady at the counter assigned you.
âRight, Iâm more like Ailee, actually,â he jokes, closing the door behind you.
âProve it to me, I always hear your mouth run to talk shit but never to sing melodies, soâŚâ
âShould we go for a duet?â He asks, starting the TV to scroll down the songs listed.
âNope,â you say, sitting on the couch. âA solo song first.â
âFine,â he says, humming as the titles pass in front of your vision. âMhh, what about Dean?â
âLove him, would love him more if he came back from the death and dropped another album of the year,â you say, sitting back to fully enjoy Haechanâs performance.
He chuckles at your comment. âThis one was a painful reminder,â he says before clicking on âInstagram,â making the logo of the place appear before the countdown, signalling the beat was about to start.
You never thought you would find yourself so caught up in him but when he opens his mouth, you feel like youâre being taken to another world.
His voice sounds like honey, so raw yet so lovely. And as he keeps singing, you think that he would be wasted as a producer, a voice like his deserves to be heard by everyone. But when he finishes, you donât show any of the emotions you felt.
âYour performance was very touching,â you say while standing up to grab your mic, âbut Iâm a performer, so Iâll go with Queen Britney.â
âCanât wait to see your Superbowl worth it performance,â he snickers, sitting back against the small couch in the room as he watches you getting ready.
âYeah, yeah, yeah,â you start, winking at him and swinging your hips to follow the rhythm of the music.
Haechan would love to find it as funny as he does at the start, but when you start singing for real, and moving around in the small boot, he gulps, feeling the air around him starting to dim. And it only gets worse when you turn around and start to perform for him. Of course, you know the song by heart, you donât need to read the words, and you donât need them to change colour to know when each verse, chorus and bridge starts.
âOops, I did it again, I played with your heart,â you wink, tilting your head to the side, still moving your body to the beat. He canât tell, not right at the moment, but he thinks youâre replicating the choreography. Thatâs the last worry in his mind.
I played with your heart.
And Haechan thinks you really did that. This doesnât feel like a game anymore, and not even like sex. He looks at you, even right now, that youâre sensually singing a Britney Spears song, and he can only fucking smile like an idiot.
âWow,â you exhale when the song ends, fanning yourself with your hand, âitâs really hot in here.â
âIt definitely is,â he whispers, drifting his gaze from you.
âSo? How was I?â You ask, head tilted to the side, and a big, bright smile on your face.
âGood,â Haechan mutters, catching himself staring at you for too long again, shaking his head, the red blush on his face is humiliating. âYou were good.â
âYes,â you cheer, clapping your hands. âShould we duet, now?â
He hums, grabbing the remote again and searching âduetsâ in the search bar. âSad, sexy or silly?â
You roll your eyes. âReally?â
âWhat? Iâm trying to understand the vibe we want to go with.â
âIâll let you pick,â you say just to regret it when you see the song choice on the screen. âSeriously? Anything you can do?â
âWhat? Itâs fitting for how relationship,â he says nonchalantly.
âThatâs a crazy choice.â
âWorried you canât actually do better than me?â He winks, passing you the mic as the song loads on the screen.
âYouâll see,â you challenge with a glare.
One minute into the song you regret having agreed to that, not remembering the last time you sang like this, but the look on his face when itâs time for you to hold a long note for 15 seconds is worth it. And it keeps going until the end, as you both surprise each other with all the skills that this song requires. Â
âWow, youâre good,â you both say when the song ends and you break down laughing, a sound that grows bigger when the screen lights up to show a perfect score.
âMaybe we make a great couple together,â you say, laying back on the couch, tired from the singing.
Haechan turns to you, smirking and nodding. âI guess we do.â
You sit up, resting your chin on his arm. âCan you take another one?â
âOh, donât test me, baby.â
âSo, ice cream is good for vocal cords?â You giggle as you walk to the side of the Han River with the ice cream in hand. It seemed like Haechan didnât want to end the night anytime soon, but you donât feel like complaining.
âYeah,â he hums with conviction, licking another stripe of chocolate. Â
âOn which book youâve read this scientific fact?â
âThe ice cream ghost came to me one night and whispered the secret to my ear,â he jokes, making you laugh.
âUhm, yeah, I think that ghosts are much more reliable than old men in white coats in a lab,â you joke, but then you remember something you wanted to talk about since youâve walked out of the karaoke. âMhh, you know what I was thinking?â
Haechan shakes his head, waiting for you to talk.
âI think weâre going down the wrong path with our song,â you voice out. âEspecially me. A warmer, darker, I dare to say more sensual vibe, fits us better.â
Haechan chuckles and you glare at him. âWhat?â
âNothing,â he giggles, but he canât lose against you so he goes on. âThatâs the production, you know?â
You huff, rolling your eyes, and jumping on the handrail to sit. âI never said it wasnât important.â
âWhatever,â he snickers. âSo I have to scrap everything Iâm working on?â
You shake your head, cleaning your hands after swallowing the last bite of the cone. âNo, I was thinking about the second base you were working on, the one with the guitars and violins, remember?â
He hums, but heâs dangerously close to you, and you donât understand why his hands wrap around your waist.
âI think we could use that and ââ you gulp when he places his feet on the handrail under you and reaches your height, âand then I can change small things of my â my writing to fit more. What do you think?â
He smiles before it turns into his usual smirk. âI still think youâre worrying too much and youâre not letting it come to you,â he whispers, and the air of his breaths puffs on your lips before he erases the space between you and kisses you.
You feel your breath taken away as you feel like youâre falling behind in the river as the wind blows harder and your hands immediately leave the handrail to reach for him.
Youâre not sure that wasnât an attempted murder from him, but you canât care when you feel your heart flutter and your legs give up as he deepens the kiss.
âLet it flow,â he whispers, kissing you again, whispering against your lips, âand the song will come at you.â
You know itâs not what heâs talking about, but you kiss him again, this time pushing him down so your feet are on the ground again. Your hands are holding tight on his sweatshirt as you pull him even closer and he does the same wrapping his arms around your frame tighter.
You find yourself in the same position in the living room of his apartment, struggling to make it to his bedroom without waking some of the others up. Not that you care much, it would be fair payback for all the chaos they make when you and Haechan are studying together.
The clothes fall on the floor as quickly as heâs on top of you on the bed.
âI hate that I have to ruin your pretty face,â he whispers, fingers deep inside your sopping wet cunt, pumping in and out painfully slowly as he stares at your face, a cute mix between ecstasy and annoyance because heâs giving you something but not enough. âThe red eyeshadow looks really good on you, you know?â
You groan, rolling your head back. âItâs not time for compliments.â
âIâve been complimenting you all night,â he says, teasing your clit with flicks of his thumb but without giving you much. âIt is a shame you will look like a mess once Iâm done with you.â
âWe canât be loud,â you say, hating that, for one reason or another, you two always have to keep quiet.
âNah, Jeno has his headphones on playing games with Yangyang. Renjun has headphones on with music to donât listen to Jeno. Markâs not home and not even bombs wake Jaemin up.â The explanation is particularly non-sexy now that he has his fingers inside of you and it doesnât make you relax much, but you hum nonetheless and beg him to keep going.
âPatience, honey. Weâve got all night,â he smirks.
âYeah but ââ
âAh, ah,â he says, clicking his tongue and silencing you with a finger on your lips. âWhat did I tell you before? Let it flow.â
âIt was different it was âugh,â you mumble when he covers your mouth with his hand, eyes widening before they narrow to send him a deadly glare, but he only smirks. He has control now. He always does when he has you underneath him, he still has to fight with you a bit, but you both know this is the only time he can ever win against you. And tonight is special, he wants you to let go of the reins completely, he wants you brainless, because even if your brain is the sexiest thing of you âyeah, yeah, and the thing that is making his college years hell on earthâ your brain is also the thing that makes you obsess over the smallest thing and doesnât make you follow your heart so freely.
Yeah, tonight Donghyuck wants you free, but for the sake of the dirty talking later âand to fool himself he doesnât care about you that muchâ heâs going to say he wants you dumb.
And heâs starting strong tonight, his beautiful, long fingers reaching deep inside you, hitting right against your sweet spot, causing so much cum to pool around them and drip down while your pussy clenches hard and your hips buck up to ride the pleasure with him. And you donât have it in you to fight; it feels too good, especially when he starts rubbing your clit and whispers dirty talk about how well youâre taking him.
Your eyes flutter open, just in time to catch the proud smirk on his face as he stares at your body, you dare to say, in awe. It shouldnât warm your heart, but it does. You donât even care if he sees you like a prize he won, right now, because even if he does, you know he only fights hard to win the trophies he cares about. He wants you, he likes you, even. Between the hate and the tension, something about what attracts you two together makes this work. And itâs fine.
âHyuck,â you breathe out, chest panting and toes curling as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach. But you donât expect the next words that come out of your mouth. âKiss me.â When you realize what you said, you anticipate him mocking you, your ears already hear the snicker you know, oh so well, but it never arrives. What arrives are his lips on yours as he leans down, pressing his chest against yours while his fingers keep working wonder inside you.
The kiss is passionate, but not rough like the ones youâre so used to sharing. Thereâs no anger in it, just need and greed, and chemistry. So much chemistry, your hands have to run in his hair and tug them, making him moan and his dick throb against your thigh.
âI want you so bad,â he slurs against your lips. âI will do some dumb shit one day for you.â
You donât get what he means. You donât even know what he could mean by that given the nature of your bond, but his words, mixed with the sultry tone of his voice, are enough to make you come. You barely register the orgasm, hitting you like a singular explosion of a firework, leaving you gasping, exploding as quickly as it came yet slowly running through your bones as the feeling tones down.
Haechan snickers softly. âYou love it when I get in trouble for you, donât you? Even when itâs just a promise.â
Your lips part to reply but he shuts you with a kiss. âNo talking, not unless I tell you to. I know everything I need to know, your body tells me that,â he says, grinning like an idiot when he shows you his cum coated fingers, tapping them against your lips, silently ordering you to taste yourself. You would never do that, but tonight itâs like heâs commanding you like a puppet on a string, and you obey. Closing your lips around him and sucking hard.
He smirks, feeling his dick get even harder as he stares at your lips. âThatâs what I do to you, pretty girl. And Iâm not even started.â
Your pussy throbs in anticipation while he pulls his fingers out. You know heâs one to keep promise, and you canât wait for whatâs to come. But heâs taking too long, and you can feel his hard dick against your leg, so your hand creeps down to touch it.
âYouâre not in command tonight, angel,â he says, grabbing your wrist to stop you from moving your hand on him.
âBut I want you,â you whine, trying to win him with a pouty look on your face.
It doesnât work as he pushes your hand over your head and leans in. âPatience, princess. Keep quiet, donât be greedy and just trust me. Can you do that? Or is it too hard for you?â He groans against your ear, making your hips buck up.
âI â I can,â you whisper but he stops with a glare and your brain replays his words âquiet, no words from you tonight,â and he means it. So you nod, breathing in deeply as you feel weak in the knees for the way he looks at you.
âGood girl,â he says, pushing up to stand between your legs, pushing them open.
When he slips inside you, you gasp, dragging your nails on his back. âAre you alright?â
You nod, forcing yourself to look into his eyes.
âGood, and now,â he whispers, kissing your lips, and dragging out of you, âI want you to give into me and completely turn your brain off. You have me, thatâs all you need right now.â
When he starts moving in and out, your body succumbs to the pleasure. Your muscles relax as you let him take care of you. His lips trace over your sensitive skin, leaving kisses on your neck and chest. His hands run over your body, touching and squeezing every inch. And he reaches so deep inside of you that you feel you can barely breathe.
âJust like this,â Haechan whispers close to your ear, gently biting the skin on your jaw. âDonât think about anything,â he groans, hitting you deep after pulling out of you completely. âNot a single worry in that pretty brain of yours.â
You rarely let him win, but you have to admit that the way he makes you feel, the way he can lift all the stress off your shoulders, is a talent. He knows what heâs doing, and the scary thing is that he knows how to get you. So easily wrapped around his fingers, crumbling into nothing at his tiniest touch.
You whimper loudly when his fingers press against your clit, seeing stars at the new stimulation.
âYou can take it,â he groans. Youâre about to talk but he traps your lips in a messy, wet kiss as he pulls you closer by your waist, hitting even deeper. âYouâre a good girl, right? You can take it.â
Youâre doubtful, but you do take it, over and over again. You lose track of time and stop counting your orgasms after the third. Thereâs no need for that. All you need is the pleasure Donghyuck gives you, fucking you until both of you canât do it anymore.
Thereâs nothing left once itâs over, no strength to talk or clean up the mess, just the warmth of your bodies cuddled against each other.
âGood morning, I will kill Lee Je â what the hell,â Renjun exclaims, entering the kitchen, making you turn around as if youâve been caught stealing, holding the mug full of coffee in your hands and giving him a shy smile. âWhat are you doing here?â
You gulp, pushing your hair out of your face before coming up with a lie. âWe studied too late.â
Renjun steps further into the room, staring at you with a raised brow before he tilts his head and studies how youâre dressed. Youâre wearing Donghyuckâs sweater and pants.
âOh, now they call it studying? Last time I checked youâre not med students, didnât know music had anatomy in the program,â he taunts, grinning at you as he comes to your side. Â
You choke on your saliva and donât have time to come up with a reply because he strikes again.
âOh, no, maybe you were exercising vocalization, itâs better when itâs done together, right?â He winks and you glare at him.
âItâs not what you think,â you lie, but honestly you feel so embarrassed about everything. You didnât think anybody else would be up this early on a Sunday, but itâs clear you donât know Renjun well. You couldâve left, but you didnât want to. It was slowly starting to sink in that you didnât like the solitude of your life anymore.
âDonât worry, I wonât tell anybody,â he says, sitting in front of you. âCome here, donât stay up.â
You do as told, and smile when he offers you a pack of biscuits. âI wouldâve cooked something usually, but Jeno kept me up all night.â
You chuckle. âItâs fine, normally I donât even have breakfast.â
âYou donât?â He gasps, and you nod.
âYeah, just coffee.â
He looks down at you, shaking his head in disappointment. âItâs not healthy.â
âI know, I know, Iâll try to eat more, okay? For you.â You reach out your hand and he takes it.
A fit of cough brings both of your gazes to the door and you see Haechan stand against the frame. âOnce itâs Jeno, another time itâs Renjun. I bring you home to study and you flirt with my friends.â
âDrop the bullshit, Hyuck. He knows,â you say, rolling your eyes.
Haechanâs eyes widen, but he slowly fakes indifference. âKnows what? That you donât have time for a relationship so you canât date him?â
âThat you two fuck,â Renjun answers instead, making him cough.
âThatâs not true,â he defends. âI hate her,â he says, laughing, but when he meets your eyes and sees them sadden, he feels pain in his heart. âNo, no, I donât hate her, but weâre⌠you know our relationship, why would we fuck?â
âWhoâs fucking?â
âNot you, Jeno. Not you for sure,â Renjun says, rolling his eyes.
âHey! Why do you always gotta be so rude,â Jeno whines.
âI doubt heâs not getting laid,â you chuckle, and Jeno winks playfully.
âSee, words of a wise woman,â he brags, walking to the fridge to grab something.
Renjun sighs loudly. âA woman that doesnât know you.â
âWould you fuck him?â Haechan asks out of nowhere and you glare at him.
âI just said that heâs hot and smart, I donât see how he can have a hard time finding somebody,â
ââCause heâs annoying,â Renjun answers, but Haechanâs not listening.
âI didnât ask that,â Donghyuck says instead, his attention is all on you as if thereâs nobody else in the room. Â
âI donât answer stupid questions,â you reply before sipping from your cup and drifting your gaze away.
âWait, why are you here?â Jeno asks, only now realizing youâre not supposed to be at their place, not in the morning at least⌠wait⌠âWait! Are you two fuckââ
âNo,â Haechan answers sternly, glaring at him. âWeâre studying. And it got late, so since we were closer to my place, I let her stay the night.â
âI thought you left yesterday saying you had a date, though,â Jeno says confused.
You chuckle under your breath before you feel Haechanâs hand wrap around your writs to pull you out of the room, not even giving you time to finish your coffee. âA studying date, and now drop it.â
When you reach his room, he groans loudly, walking to the closet to pick something to wear. You watch him move for a while, but then you canât keep your thoughts inside your head anymore.
âAre you ashamed of me?â You ask and he turns around with wide eyes.
âWhat?â
âAm I something to be ashamed of? Do I donât fit in the standard of the people you would usually fuck?â
He sighs, shaking his head. âNo, I donât want them to get invasive, they donât let me live once they know something. And with you, itâs more embarrassing because of our historyâŚâ
You giggle, trying not to show the relief youâre feeling because, for a moment, you thought he was one of those types of men.
âWhy canât you ever make things easy for me?â He asks, annoyance in his voice. You have so much power over him, more than he likes to admit, and he feels like he canât even be too mad at you about it.
âSorry, itâs just, itâs funny having a history with you,â you explain. âMy mortal enemy, always ready to steal my number ones, and my good grades.â
âYouâre so annoying, youâre never sleeping over ever again.â
âYeah, âcause I wonât let you fuck me ever again.â
âLiar,â he says. âAnd now move, Iâll drop you home.â
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thanks for the clarification âĄ
so here is the thought I had
hyunjin and reader being each other's crush but absolutely idiotic about it so they don't know the other's feelings
they have common friends that are sick of the tension between the two. one decides to tell hyunjin, the other suggests the reader to do something to make hyunjin jealous so she can find out if he likes her. (boring I know)
one time when everyone's around, she flirts with jisung or something idk and she gets too touchy so hyunjin is annoyed af. pulls her away to somewhere private and voila, they've confessed in the best way possible đđ¸
CRUSH. anon request w/ HYUNJIN.
18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
pairing: hyunjin x female reader genre + warnings: friends to lovers, smut mdni!, oral (both f & m receiving), hyunjin calls reader kitten, semi-public wc: 5.4k mina's note: Anon also wanted to throw âkittenâ in it (my fav pet name đ) Also I really enjoyed writing this & love how much details you put on the request!! My box is open for feedback đ
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You donât know how you got in this situation but here you are; staring at your friend who is currently playing basketball, topless. Well, youâre more like drooling over him.
He just looked so good, so hot. His tall, lean, milky body just running around on the court covered in a thin layer of sweat. Normally you hate the thought of sweat, but it works for him. It works well for Hwang Hyunjin, actually. He even looks like he smells nice too. You watch as he laughs at the other players, hogging the ball like the main character in some high school drama. Your eyes waver from his pretty smile to his muscular arms to his piercing, which is sitting so perfectly under his eyebrow, then to his burgundy hair.
You pay attention the beads of sweat that trickles from his hair to his chest, dripping down his body. You gulped when you see them land on the area just underneath his belly button. You completely loss your sanity as your eyes covered that area. His treasure trail? Happy trail? Whatever people called it. Why was it so sexy on Hyunjin?
You quickly look away before anyone catches you; you shouldnât be looking at him like that. Hyunjin is your friend.
When you meet him two years ago in your first year of college, he was just some guy in class you become friends with. He is good looking, but you didnât find him attractive. There was no chemistry, no tension, no feelings. You donât know how it started but you find yourself thinking about him every other hour of the day now. You would freeze when someone else mentions his name, blush when he was in close proximity of you and even stutter when he speaks to you.
âHey.. Hey Y/N,â a voice snapping you out of your thoughts, followed by a nudge on your shoulder.
âHm?â You answered, unaware of who was even calling out to you. You turn your head and there he was, your crush Hwang Hyunjin crouching down next to you, smiling at your blank reaction. Youâre used to him towering over you since he was way taller than you but to have him crouched down like this looking at you makes you feel a bit.. timid.
âIâm going to borrow this,â he says dangling your fresh hand towel in-front of you. Oh yeah, the hand towel you carry around in your bag just in case your physical education professor makes you participate in class. The one you wonât let anyone use or even touch.
When they say having a crush makes you do crazy stuff, they do mean it. You were quick to lean him it.
âHuh.. uhh yeah, sure,â you answered, eyes travelling from your towel to his face again.
When you realised youâve been staring at him longer than you should have, you cough and drop eye contact, making Hyunjin gulped a little bit too loud. âI donât need it anyways you can keepââ
ââIâll return it,â he says with a smile. âIâll wash it first of-course.â You nod your head quietly as you gather up your belongings, getting ready to go to your next class.
âCome on Hyunjin, we are going to be late for class!â Chan, the oldest out of the friend group, calls out to him.
âSo.. Iâll see you at lunch then?â Hyunjin says after noticing your quietness.
âYeah, Iâll see you at lunch,â you mumbled, shooting him a quick glance.
âBye bro,â Hyunjin says to Minho, giving him a handshake before collecting his bag and going off with Chan.
Minho chuckles at the scene that just unfolded in-front of him; two of his best friends obviously crushing on one another but no one is making a move. Well, itâs not really you and Hyunjinâs fault since you guys donât know about the other personâs feelings.
âYou know he likes you right?â Minho blurted out and you turn your head to his direction.
âWho?â You answered nervously. Did Minho just witness everything?
âHyunjin,â Minho replies with raised eyebrows, his smug a little bit too cocky for your liking today. You rolled your eyes at him but underneath your skin, you are hot, flustered, embarrassed.
âNo way!â you denied. Hyunjin could never like you, he only saw you as a friend.
âHe doesââ
You scoffed a little bit too fast.
âDo you not see the way he looks at you Y/N?â You canât tell if Minho was being serious or not.
Minho does have a history of being a joker which makes you think heâs just pranking you. But he also is a very honest friend, he would never joke around with stuff that could potentially hurt you.
âUhhhhââ you hesitantly reply.
Minho takes in a loud breath, ââI donât know if youâre genuinely dense or you just donât want to admit it.â
âHe doesnât like me,â you answered.
âHe does,â Minho turns his head behind to look at Hyunjin and you followed. You watch as the two made their way across the field, Chan wrapping his arms around Hyunjinâs shoulder trying to snatch your towel away from him.
âOh, you donât want to give it to me because thatâs your girlâs towel?â Chan laughs, basically choking Hyunjin at this point.
âSheâs.. sheâs not.. my girl..â Hyunjin softly replies in a cough, not sure if he was actually being choked by Chanâs big arms or by choking up at you being called his girl.
âSheâs not your girl.. yet?â The older boy teased.
âWhat do you mean?â Hyunjin questioned, hoping Chan didnât see through him.
Chan looked back at you and Minho who was still sitting by the basketball court. You swiftly turn back to Minho, hoping Chan didnât catch you starring at Hyunjin.
âTrust me,â Minho said with his smug face, raising his brow to the older boy across the field. âYou know how to tell if he likes you?â
You stay quiet. You were curious but didnât want to seem like it, so you just raised your eyebrow. Tell me, tell me Lee Minho!
âMake him jealous,â Minho says lifting his chin to Jisung who was currently surrounded by a group of girls shoving their gym towel into his face.
You know what Minho was referring to; thatâs how Felix ended up with Nayeon. Minho suggested to Nayeon to make Felix jealous by sitting next to Jisung at some dinner since he was such a girl magnet. Next thing you know she was pulled away from the table by Felix and they have been together ever since.
You scoffed. It sure worked for them, but you werenât going to use Jisung like that; he was your friend.
âIâm not going to use Han-Ji like that,â you replied.
âOkay look..â he blinks a little too hard at you. âJust use Han-Ji.. He is also as tired as we all are of you and HyunjinâsâŚ.â He pauses. â..tension..â
âWho is we?â You asked confused.
Who else has been noticing your little crush on Hyunjin? Is what you really wanted to ask your best friend, but you donât.
â..And thereâs no tension between me and Hyunjin.. I donât know what you talking about,â deny deny deny.
âEveryone in the friend group can feel the tension, you idiot,â the nickname causing you to pout. âFelix, Bin, Min, Liaââ
ââHyunjin doesnât like me.â
âBet?â He was too quick with this. âIâll let you have bragging rights if he doesnât like you. But I get the bragging rights if he does,â he suggested.
âHuh, what?â Both of them sound bad to you. Why would you be happy with bragging rights if Hyunjin doesnât like you back? It would sting you! And if by chance Hyunjin likes you back, you would hate to deal with Minhoâs telling the whole campus he was cupid. What the hell was Minho on?
âWhat?â He laughed after noticing your face, full of displeasure. âI mean, the worst that could happen is he doesnât like you back.. But then that means you get bragging rights?â Minho laughs tilting his head to the side. He can read you well.
âDude youâre insufferable!â You rolled your eyes. He was still looking at you with his smirk.. Oh wait. âWhat do you mean like me back? I donât like him,â you denied, it but wasnât fast enough, he had caught you.
âSure.. I know everything. Come on, trust me. Iâm your best friend,â Minho nudges your shoulders. âRemember the party this weekend? How you rather sit at home and do nothing. Well maybe you should just come. We havenât seen you out in a while.. Come, and be prettier than this..â he says looking down at your gym wear. You were in baggy sweat shorts and an even baggier t-shirt. âAnd Iâll help you get with him-â
ââHey!â you shove his shoulder back. âWhatâs wrong with me now?!â You look down at your attire. It was gym class anyways of course you would be in this, even if you donât participate.
âWhat? Nothing,â he answers playfully. âCome on, we going to be late to our next class!â Minho gets up before opening up his hand to help you up. Â âHan-ji, weâre late!â
It was lunch time and you and Han-Ji ditched Minho to go down to the collegeâs local bakery to get some lunch.
âYouâre totally not coming to the party?â Minho asked Hyunjin who was sat at the lunch table, eating his huge burrito. Seungmin, Felix and Chan were also there chiming into the conversation.
âWhoâs going?â Hyunjin asked, a mouth full.
âJust the usual.. us. So, Chris, Bin, Jeongin, Yeji.. and then half of the third years are invited,â Hyunjin doesnât look too interested. Donât get the wrong idea, he loves his friends and parties, but he had also seen them every single day on campus, so he had no fear of missing out.
ââŚoh and Y/N says sheâs going to come too,â Minho blurted, playing full attention to his friends reaction.
Hyunjinâs ears perks up at your name, his cheeks suddenly growing pink as he looks back at Minho.
âActually.. Iâll come. Havenât been had fun in a while,â Hyunjin drops the eye contact when he notices Minhoâs sneer. âYou want me to bring anything?â Hyunjin continues a little twitchy, playing with his food.
Minho just laughs. This was getting too exciting for him. âBring your courage!â The rest of the boys laughed.
âWhat?â Hyunjin asked, narrowing his eyes at the crowd.
âYou like Y/N, donât you?â Seungmin exclaimed catching Hyunjin by surprised.
âUmm...â Hyunjin freezes. He doesnât know how to answer. Of course, he likes you, but he didnât want to admit knowing the boys were definitely going to tease him even more for it. But he didnât want to say no just in case they spin it around to say he doesnât like you at all as a friend. Â
âDonât worry bro, she likes you too,â Minho break the silence. Hyunjinâs heart stop at his best friendâs words. He didnât know what he expected but it wasnât that.
âReally? She likes me back?â Hyunjin replies promptly, a sheer smile pulling on his face. He was definitely blushing. Â
âBack.. So you do like her?â Chan torments Hyunjin again and Hyunjinâs smile slowly faded form his face. They had caught him too. Â Â
âHey Y/N!â Felix calls out and the rest of the boys look over Hyunjinâs shoulder. He wanted to spin back to check but he didnât want the boys to play more into his eagerness, so he just freezes looking straight at them.
âHi Lix!â Your voice calls from behind him.
âCome here! Hurry!â Felix continues to make conversation with you.
âBro just ask her out already, weâre all tired of the tension,â Chan quickly expresses.
âWhat tension?â Hyunjin was desperate to see what they had to say before you got to the table.
âSexual tension,â Seungmin whispers and everyone goes silence, pressing their lips trying to hold back their smile.
âThereâs no tension between me andââ
ââOkay you say thereâs so tension? I guess Han-Ji can make his move then,â Minho interrupted, surprising Hyunjin again.
âDoes Han-Ji likes Y/Nâ"
ââShh sheâs behind you,â Chan shushes the younger boy up before he could finish his sentence.
âHey..â Hyunjin says timidly before you could even sit down.
âHey..â you replied back, climbing over the bench so you can sit next to him. The whole group watches as Hyunjin blushed at your proximity. âSit here,â you pat the area on the other side of you for Jisung to sit.
âCoffee and pastries for lunch? That place is like a 10 minute walk,â Chan askes from across the table.
âItâs okay, Han-ji keeps me company,â you say as you nudge Jisung a little bit and you both open up your pastry bag.
Hyunjin glances at you from aside, he stays quiet.
Hyunjin doesnât know how to feel. He didnât expect his boys to catch on about his feelings for you and he didnât expect Minho to blurt out that you like him back. Hyunjin is also confused after seeing how close Han-Ji is to you too, he never really questions your close relationship until now. Does Han-Ji actually like you? Thoughts flood his brain as he continues to eat his burrito. Â
You rushed home from your last Friday class to get ready for the party. You threw on one of your mini sun dress, pairing it up with some sandals and a cross body bag before collecting your black cardigan and rushing out to Yeji who was ready in the living room waiting to do some pre-party shots with you.
You and Yeji tipsy-ly made it to the loudest house on the street. Lee Minhoâs residency. It was only 8pm and it was already crowded. She held your hand and clumsy pulls you through dim-lit hallways packed with people before reaching the living room. There they were, all of your friends in the living room with a drink in their hand, conversing with one another. Â
âThere they are!â Seungmin yells as he sees you and his girlfriend. He quickly makes his way to rip Yeji off you, pulling her into the kitchen to get a drink.
âWow, my best friend finally came to one of my parties!â Minho appears out of no where handing you a beer.
âI was here two months ago Min..â You playfully rolled your eyes. âWhen you and Nayeon vomited everywhere and me and Felix had to bathe you guys.. naked,â you refreshed his memory.
âI remember.. Crazy night..â Minho laughs. He stops to look you up and down before grabbing your shoulders. âVery pretty Y/N. You planning to make someone jealous?â He complimented before getting back to his little mischiefs.
âMaybe,â you answered looking around the room. You hadnât seen Hyunjin yet and Minho notices.
âYour boy is hella tipsy by the way, he keeps telling me heâs nervous but wonât tell me why,â Minho informs you.
âHeâs not my boy.â
âSure.. okay, anyways so not your boy is currently staring at you from behind,â Minho also announced as he stares at Hyunjin from over your shoulder.
Hyunjinâs heart stops at your presence. He has always found you pretty but tonight, he found you extremely gorgeous. Maybe because tonight was the night, he was going to let you know about his feelings. He takes another sip of his drink, pondering how heâs going to pull you away. He wanted to find the perfect timing, he didnât want to do it too early just in case you reject him, and he has to go home early.
He watches you as you make your way to Jisung who was currently sat on the tiniest fucking armchair he had ever seen.
âHan-Ji!â You were going to follow Minhoâs instructions; you either leave tonight with Hyunjin or rejected by Hyunjin but with bragging rights.
âHey Y/N, you look like you had a couple of drinks already,â Jisung says as he touches his owns cheeks to indicate where your pink complexion was. You nodded bashfully to your friend before getting up on the arm of the chair to sit.
âItâs wet there, I just spilled my drink there. Come here,â Jisung stops you before you could sit. He pulled your arm so you can squeeze next to him on the tiny fucking armchair. You hope Hyunjin was watching.
âYou okay?â Jisung asks cupping your face to lean your head against his shoulder - he knows how tired you get when you drink.
âMhmm,â you closed your eyes as you continue to converse with your friend.
Hyunjin was still watching everything from the other side of the room. His hand was wrapped around his drink tightly, expressing his annoyance at the skin-ship and at himself for not pulling you away the second you got here, like he wasnât waiting all night just for you to arrive. He starts to feel a little jealous now that your attention is on Han-Ji. And maybe Minho was right, and Han-Ji does have feelings for you.
He had to do it. He had to pull you away and ask why you hadnât noticed his feelings for you all this time. He feels himself grow hot, he was feeling tense.
Hyunjin takes in a deep breath before downing the drink, squeezing his cup on the process. The plastic from the red cup causes disturbance making the boys turn their head at their friend.
âYou good, pretty boy?â Changbin asks noticing the change in Hyunjinâs demeanour, taking the red cup out of his hand.
âYeah, just need some air,â Hyunjin says running a hand through his fluffy red hair as he makes his way to you.
âCan we talk?â Someone askes from above you and you instantly open your eyes, locking eyes with them.
You feel your heart skip a beat as you finally see him. He had on some baggy jeans with a black t-shirt, one sleeved rolled up complementing his muscular arm. God, he looked so hot; you feel yourself drooling over him again.
âOkay.â You answered softly.
âCome,â he says, grabbing a hold of your hand making you get up from the chair. You heart start to flutter at his brace. Was it happening now? Is Hyunjin jealous?
He guides you through the crowd of people in the living room before dragging you up the stairs and towards Minhoâs bedroom. He lets you enter first before locking the door behind him.
Your eyes wonder around Minhoâs bedroom - his room was dark, quite clean, quite quiet for such a loud guy. You scoff to yourself quietly at the contrast. As you spin around the room, Hyunjin watches you and smiles at your cuteness before getting back to his senses of why he pulled you here in the first place.
âAre you drunk?â He asked suddenly.
âHmm? Not quite yet,â you answered, making your way into Minhoâs ensuite. âWhy?â You asked so he can follow you, just testing the waters.
You placed your bag on the counter before digging through it trying to find your lipstick.
âWhat are you doing then?â Hyunjin asked towering behind you looking at you through the mirror.
âWhat do you mean?â You glance up at him to ask before going through your bag again, acting like you had no idea what was going on, even though your heart was beating just as fast as his.
âWhat were you doing up on Han-Ji like that?â Yep, he saw everything.
âI wasnât on him?â You lied.
âY/N.â He was getting a little be frustrated at your replies, you were obviously up to something.
âWhy does it matter to you anywaysââ
ââItâs making me jealous.â Hyunjin interrupted you making you glance up at him again. Minhoâs plan was working. Minho was right.
You spin around to face him and finally, you can feel the tension everyone was talking about. He likes you. You feel your heart beating rapidly as he stares into your eyes. Your breathing becomes heavier as he takes another step towards you. You try to keep eye contact just to see if he drops it first, but he doesnât. Your eyes drop first, to his lips then up to his eyes then back to his lips. They looked so full, so soft. Wouldnât be crazy if you guys just kissed?
âHyunjin?â You say above a whisper, lips forming into a pout right after. Hyunjin found you so precious looking up at him like this.
His resting face rapidly turns into a smirks now as he watches your eyes flicker to his lips. He knew what you wanted; he knows how you feel now. âHmm?â He questioned, just to tease you a little bit.
âCan you just kiss me already?â You say, not begging but with a hint of desperation. You like him and you just confirmed he likes you, what were you guys waiting for?
He chuckles before his hand comes up to your face, cupping it for a second then he leans and kisses you. His lips felt so soft, so warm just like how you imagined them felt. You couldnât explain the feeling, it was like you were in dream, itâs incredible.
Soon Hyunjin deepens the kiss, letting his tongue enter your mouth as one of his hand keeps your face in place, the other snaked down your body to your waist. Your tongue swiped against his lips, and you tasted a bit of lemonade and tequila. If this was a way to drink tequila, then you were all for it.
âUp,â he pulls away to say and you listen jumping onto the counter with the help of his grip. You spread your legs so he can stand in between them. He looks at you in awe, he couldnât control his smile.
âYou didnât answer me..â he says as his hands find their way under your dress just resting on your thighs.
âHm?â You whimpered, wanting his lips back on yours.
âWhat were you doing up on Han-Ji like that?â Hyunjin asked again, a little lower, a little more raspier now that heâs more confident to dominate you.
âTo make you jealous,â you whisper back to him, admitting to all your little shenanigans.
âWhy?â He couldnât hold back his smile.
âTo see if you like me back.â You say, and his ears perked up at your words.
âYou got your answer?â
âMhmm..â you admit.
âGood.â
âBut.. want to hear you say it,â you reply cheekily, your arms coming to wrap around his shoulders to pull him close to you so your lips are barely touching.
He lets out an airy breath before pressing a kiss to your lips, letting it linger on for a little bit just to make your heart flutter once more for him. âI like you,â he says, and you try to conceal the smile pulling up on your face. âHappy?â
âYes.â
âWhere were we?â Hyunjin says and you pull him back onto you.
Maybe it was the pent up sexual tension you both had been holding in as, as soon as your lips were connected again, it became again heated. His hands are fondling with your thighs, and his tongue is slipped back down your mouth. You feel a hot sensation making its way to your core, a moan slipping from your lips. He smirked in between the kisses, his hands inching up higher now hiking you dress up.
Hyunjin continues his kisses down your neck, and you tilt your head back, letting him cover more area with his lips.
As he harshly sucks on your neck, your hands start to explore his body, caressing up and down his chest, down his covered stomach. You slowly creep them lower to his hard on that was pressing against the counter, begging to be touch. He lets out a groan at the contact.
âHyunjin?â you whimpered at how stiff he was. You both wanted more but not on this cold bathroom counter. âAre we actually doing this here?â You ask.
âWhere else would you do it?â Hyunjin looks down at you his a raised eyebrow, his hands stopping at your hips.
You look around before cheekily suggesting, âMinhoâs bed,â and he cracks up.
âCome,â he takes a step back to hold your hand as you jump off the counter.
Hyunjin pulls you back onto him as he sat back on Minhoâs bed - it was comfier than he expected, it was actually quite comfy to fuck on actually.
âYouâre such a good kisser, it making me so horny,â He says, gripping your thighs so youâre straddling him. You feel his hard-on abusing your core and you become like jelly, draping yourself onto him. God, it was also making you so horny.
Are you both really gonna fuck in your best friendâs bed? Probably.
âHyunjin?â You start to suck on his neck, returning the marks he gave you. âWanna blow you⌠can I?â You asked, rolling your hips onto his.
He sucks in a sharp breath at the pleasure, halting your hips. âFuckâ kitten..â The pet name slipping from his lips, making you stop whatever you were doing to look him in the eyes. Did he just call you kitten? And did you like it?
âYeah? Wanna be a good kitten? And suck me off right here in your best-friend room?â He teased after seeing your eyes lit up at the name.
âYes.. wanna be a good kitten,â you replied, lifting his shirt to slowly to expose his abs, your hand lazily runs across his milky body.
You shuffled back, kneeling down by the bed before peeking at his happy trail. You finally got to see it up close, and you didnât waste anytime before attaching your lips to it. Hyunjinâs hand flung to hold onto your hair and he lets out a groan as you suck the skin around his navel.
âYouâre just like a kitten, nipping into me like that,â he moans.
âYou love it,â you teased him.
âYeah I do..â he confesses breathlessly. âCouldnât stop thinking back to gym class yesterday.. how you eyed it all lesson..â Oh, so he caught you staring but didnât say anything?
âWas it driving you insane?â He torments and you murmured nodding your head.
âGod, kitten⌠need your mouth now, Iâm might cum untouched,â he begs and you chuckle, blowing hot air from your mouth at his skin causing him to flinch.
You give him what he wants. You undo his jeans, shimmering it down his thighs before palming him through his boxer.
âY/N, please..â he begs again, closing his eyes to hold in his release.
âYouâre so big,â you say the second you pull down his boxer letting his red rock solid dick slap across his stomach. You didnât expect him to be him to be this big, this thick. You gulp at it before wrapping your hands around him. âWanna taste..â you blabbered as you brought his tip to your lips.
Hyunjinâs head kick back as you wrap your lips around his head. His hands gripped your hair tightly as he starts to set the pace, and you let him. He pushes you down taking half his length into your mouth before guiding you back up. You moan as he slides down your mouth, unable to control the pleasure you were having from just giving him head. Once you go match his pace, Hyunjin lets go of his grip and runs his through your hair, endlessly praising you as he tries to keeps himself together.
âYouâre so goodââ he sucks in another breath.
You take him fully into your mouth and gagged once he hits the back of your throat. âAhh, cuming- cumingââ he lets out a low grunt as he paints your throat white. You swallow the warm thick liquid before letting go of him with a pop.
âKitten, youâre so perfect. Such a good mouth,â he says finding your arm and pulling up to sit on his lap.
âCan I return the favour?â His hand wrapped around your hips, his finger carefully gathering the fabric of your skirt so he can expose your panties.
âI donât know if I can keep quiet Hyunjin,â you admitted. You can still hear the loud music outside, even if it was muffled by the walls but a part of youâre still afraid someone might hear you. You couldnât even keep it in while making out, nor sucking him off, you donât know how youâll be if you guys actually have sex.
âBut I canât leave you high like this,â Hyunjin replies, his two fingers just touching the fabric of your panties that was getting soaked by your wetness. You kick your head back at the pleasures âI just know youâre wet from sucking me off.. Let me, let me just eat you out..â he begged, his eyes turned dark full of lust.
âPlease,â you gave in, out of breath.
Hyunjin plants a kiss to your neck before laying you down on the bed.
âFuck, you are soaked,â Hyunjin says the second he lifts up your dress and sees the huge wet patch on your underwear. He kneels down and peels it off, watching a thin line of your wetness pulls off with it. Hyunjin spreads your legs wider and his eyes rolls to the back of his head as exposes you. You were wet, glistening, it was so hot to him.
You let out a moan as the cold from Minhoâs room brushed against your core. âPlease, need your mouth,â it was your turn to beg.
Hyunjin complies and attached his lips to your pussy. âAhh! Mhmm.. More..â you werenât kidding when you said you donât know if you can keep quiet.
Hyunjin buries his face deeper as he contents to lick all over you, his nose rubbing against your clit. He was basically pussy drunk at his stage, gripping and pulling your hip closer to his faces. Your head falls back as you feel the pleasure building up in your core, your thighs volunteering closing around his head to add more pressure.
âIâm going cum, please.. Hyunjinâ gonna cum..â you whine as he harshly sucks on your clit now, it was basically the cheat code in making you cum and he was able to get it the first time.
You moaned as you feel a glush of wetness explode from your core, you had cum. Hyunjin can tell youâre orgasming but he didnât want to stop, you were too addicting.
You had to rip him off of you before you were overstimulated. âHyunjin, too much,â you whined and he finally lifts his head.
âYou taste too good kitten, sorry couldnât stop,â he says and he wipes your wetness around his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it.
âCome here,â he jumps on the bed, pulling you into his arms. He runs his finger through your hair as you recover. You both stare at each other for a while before falling into a fit of giggles. How crazy is it that you were each otherâs crush and not realising it.
âShould we go back out?â He asked smoothing down your hair.
âI have to touch up my lipstick first,â you say, pecking his nose.
âLet me help you,â he pulls you up from the bed before back hugging you to the bathroom where your bag was.
âBack to mine tonight, okay?â He reminded you softly as he wipes your lipstick in your lips - a hint of innocence radiating from him like he didnât just lap up all your juices like a greedy animal.
âOf course, I have no where else I rather be tonight,â you answered, grinning from ear to ear at your pretty boy.
âCanât believe it took you to squeeze into that tiny chair with Han-Ji for me to tell you,â Hyunjin beats himself up.
âItâs okay Hyunjin, I reckon the timing was perfect,â you reassured.
The house was packed now than before, it took you and Hyunjin a while to squeeze through all the people. Minho watch as you both hold hands, happily, making your way down the stairs, his smug pulling back on his face.
âWho got the bragging rights?â Minho asks cheekily as you both walk past him.
âYou.â You answered rolling your eyes and Hyunjin laughs.
âYou also got a messy bed too, bro,â Hyunjin taps Minho by the shoulders before following you.
Minho was left mouth agape as he stares up at the stairs. âDid they justâŚâ
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SUMMARY: IT SEEMS THE ONLY WAY TO WIN YOUR LOVE WAS WITH A NICE SOLID QUICK LEFT HOOK TO THE JAW! (THEY FIGHT).
CHARACTERS: floyd leech vs. jade leech
EVENT MASTERLIST
WARNINGS: no determined end couple, jealousy, violence (punching and stuffs), minor blood
NOTES: leech twins fight is crazy. i appreciate you, anon. thank you for your request!
reader is g/n, reader is yuu
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jade was a patient man.
very patient. heâll wait as long as he has to for something, including your love. heâll do anything he needs to to win your love. tend to you, defend you, fight for you, serve you, just name it and itâs already done. he knew human courting rituals were far different from those of a moray eels, but heâs oh so willing to learn just for you.
his brother on the other hand..
impatient. if floyd wants something, he wants it then and there. which also includes your love and attention. if you donât speak to him within 10 seconds of calling your name, he will pout about it and make everyone elseâs day horrible. while this was usually where jade got most of his entertainment of the day, knowing his brother chose the same person to be his mate was incredibly irritating.
especially whenever heâs trying to court you. seven forbid..
âprefect, there you are.â jade smiles, standing behind you with a bag in his hands. âhm? oh, hi jade. need something?â you ask, noticing his body language is much more chipper than usual. âi actually have gotten something for you. a token of my gratitude and an invitation of sorts.â he hands you the gift bag, the weight being much heavier than you anticipated.
âwoah! whatâs in here?â you raise your brow, looking up at jade to ensure this wasnât some prank. you knew that jade liked stupid jokes as much as his twin, despite his gentlemanly appearance. âyou doubt me? how cruel, id never lie to you.â he wipes away a tear, a sad look on his face that was more than obviously fake.
âmhm.â you hum, looking through the bag. there were terrariums, small potted plants, packets of flower seeds, just anything and everything a gardener could hope for. âoh wow.. this is all for me?â you ask, trying to calculate the cost in your head.
âwhy, certainly. as i said before, this is a token of my gratitude and an invitation. i was wondering if youâd like toââ
âboo! there ya are shrimpyyy!â floyd giggles, wrapping his arms around you tightly. âGAHâ! FLOYD, YOU SCARED ME.â you shout in return, unaware of jadeâs murderous glare. âjust what i was goin for! whatâs in the bag?â he asks, already rummaging through it. âfloyd.â jade states, his tone stern and slightly annoyed if you listened closely.
âhm? oh itâs from jade ainât it? probably a ton of terrariums or somethin boring.â floyd scoffs, looking to his brother. jade couldnt help his eyebrow from twitching, finding his twins antics much more annoying than it usually was. normally this would provide entertainment, not fuel to a fire. âwell, i think itâs a sweet gesture.â you shrug, fiddling with the handles of the bag.
âwhatever. just a buncha leaves.â he mumbles, feeling his jadeâs smug expression burning a hole into his head. your phone buzzes in your pockets before jade can comment, your eyes widening as a sign of your concern. âsorry guys, gotta run. grim got his ear stuck in a mousetrap and i donât even wanna know how.â you sigh, running off with a wave.
the twins stare at each other, the silence awkward for the first time in forever. âalright jade, fess up. i know youâre tryna court the shrimp.â floyd grunts, jade only laughing smugly in response. âletâs not act like you donât have similar intentions, floyd. you wonât believe how difficult it is if youâre always there to interject.â jade feigns distraught, knowing floyd doesnât buy it.
âwomp womp, not my fault im tryna court em at the same time as you.â he frowns, sticking it his tongue in retaliation. the tensions in the air were high. just stepping into the same room was enough to intimate the bystanders.
their antics continued for the whole day. floyd could come up to you, smiles and all, only for it to be dissipated as jade entered the room and swept you away. same thing for jade. he could be explaining to you the different types of mushrooms from his well tended garden, before sending his brothers presence a moment too late. floyd stomps in, picking you up, and running off. poor you, itâs been like this all week.
âi know youâre going to see em, jade. quit hogging!â floyd whines, shoving his twin out of the way as he tried walking out of the mostro lounge. âi wouldnt have to if you just waited your turn rather than be a thorn in my side.â jade scoffs, pushing his brother off of him. âhaah? you askin to be squeezed? been awhile since we fought.â floyd scowls, grabbing his brothers arm.
âoya? id like to see you try.â jade chuckles, grabbing floydâs in an attempt to toss him to the side. however, he doesnât go down easily. floyd quickly grabs his brothers hand before he could strike, kneeing him in the stomach harshly. jade winced at the pain, but couldnât give up now. not when his pearl is on the line.
floyd tries locking him into a hold, but jade was a quick thinker with quick reflexes. he elbows floyd aggressively, kicking him to the ground as he was stunned. floyd drags jade down, letting him hit the cold marble floor. they hit each other against the ground as blood trickled down their noses. floyd had stamina for days, but knew when he hit his limits. he free spirited, not stupid.
red stained the floors as panicking students ran to the board game club in hopes azul would stop this mess. luckily, someone else was able to manage things. âJADE AND FLOYD LEECH, WHAT THE SEVEN IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!â the boys stopped in their fighting, turning towards the entrance of the lounge. it was you.
walking towards them with a frown, you separate the two from each other, tutting in disapproval. âwhat has gotten into you both lately?! all you guys ever do is fight now, i never thought itâd get like this.â you sigh, dragging them both by the hand into the kitchen. âoh my, itâs quite embarrassing for you to see me in such a state.â jade sighs, glaring at his equally beat up twin.
âtell me about it. if only someone didnât try to rock my shit.â he hissed, wanting to grab at his brother for a second time. âdonât even think about it,â you groan, grabbing the first aid kit from the counters. you sat them onto the barstools outside and began to rub alcohol onto their wounds. bite marks, bruises, scars, scratches, just all kinds of injuries.
âi apologize for having you do this.â jade looks at you apologetically, actually looking genuine for once. âhehe, shrimpy it burns!â floyd giggles as the cotton swab grazed over his cuts. âdonât mention it, but you should probably get some guys to clean up before azul sees the blood on the floor.â
âof course. at your service.â jade smiles, bowing before you jokingly before ruffling your hair. âfineee. cleanings borin but azul forcing me to wait extra tables sounds worse.â floyd sighs, giving you a quick squeeze before grabbing a mop and bucket.
and as if on cue, you could hear azul scream in horror at the mess of his dining hall.
A/N: idk how to fight đ§đ§
date published: 8/30/24
Š temiizpalace â do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!
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UNDERSTAND | park jongseong smau (ongoing)
now playing âžââşâđ§âŠÂ°ď˝Ą understand by keshi
"maybe we could try, if you let me"
PAIRING: idol!jay x idol!yn (femreader)
SYNOPSIS: coming fresh off your debut, you get invited to be a part of the revival for the beloved variety show 'We Got Married'. what happens when you find yourself falling for your "husband", as he's the perfect partner on and off screen?
FEATURING: enhypen, son jiwoo, moon chanelle, choi jihyun, bang jeemin, + other idols!
GENRE: smau, crack(ish?) (its just me trying my best to be funny but i have the humor of a 12 y/o boy), fluff, angst, idol au, fake dating?
WARNINGS: suggestive jokes, suggestive content(just making out and lots of TENSION!), couple stuffs, will specify in chapters if needed, ignore timestamps and dates!!!
MESSAGE FROM NIC: ahh my first smau!!! sent this prompt to @enmayz on anon and now im bringing it to life :3 IM SO EXCITEDD it's my first smau and im getting the hang of things, so pls be nice!! feedback is always appreciated as well :D
TAGLIST: OPEN (send a ask or comment to be on it!)
PROFILES: worst group ever | ENHA ENHA ENHA
CHAPTER 1: ill choke you in your sleep
CHAPTER 2: we live in a Society . đ
CHAPTER 3: that's not very pride month of u
CHAPTER 4: u mean *OUR girlfriend
CHAPTER 5: jay pookie nation???
CHAPTER 6: mentally physically weak .
CHAPTER 7: im a sensitive little fella
CHAPTER 8: the eyes chico, they never lie đ
CHAPTER 9: bros got attachment issues idk!
CHAPTER 10: JAYYN NATION RISE
CHAPTER 10.5: see you loverboy!
CHAPTER 11: copium đ
CHAPTER 12: omg i love jungkook sunbaenim
CHAPTER 13: eunchae... đĄđĄđĄđĄđĄđĄ
CHAPTER 14: call that idgafism
CHAPTER 15: ch*emin happend
CHAPTER 16: floppy disk or balls
CHAPTER 17: the dots are connecting...
CHAPTER 18: he's MENstruating
CHAPTER 19: a lovers quarrel đ
CHAPTER 20: â
Š fakeuwus 2023 do not repost, translate, or plagiarize
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obsessed bf x pretty gf trope hcs w sero & shoto pls & ty đđ (seperately pls)
Itâs only 7 months late but here u go anon đ
a/n: I wrote this in an hour in the bathtub so if it is shit- donât tell me bc Iâm just getting back into writing đđ
Shoto Todoroki
He fits this trope so well.
He is THEE resident pretty boy of UA so it makes perfect sense that he has the prettiest girl in all of Japan. (The world)
He is the teeny weeny ist bit dense on like how to take proper photos of you for the âgram but trust that he WILL be searching up everything about lighting and angles and exposure and zoom- all that nonsense.
If youâre a social media girly he may leave like one or two comments. He isnât the best about being outwardly obsessed with you, he is all about those private small moments. Not being able to take his eyes off you anywhere. Always needing to be beside you. If he canât be with you then trust he is texting you at every free moment and expects a response within 5 minutes.
He loves shopping with you and helping you pick out outfits or jewelry or how to style your makeup that day. He has no real opinion on what looks better tho he just loves seeing you get all prettied up. (Yk that tiktok where the girl is trying to decide on a dress color and her bf is just like âwtv u want mama u look breathtaking in bothâ ?Thatâs him.)
I feel like he doesnât really buy you anything in the beginning of your relationship bc he doesnât really see the point/value or something in that BUT all it takes is for kaminari to get you some product youâve been wanting for a while for secret santa and seeing how touched you were by the gesture sends him into over drive:
âOH MY GOD! KAMI!!â You exclaim- wrapping your arms around him. âHow did you know? Iâve been looking for this everywhere!â Shoto notices how big your eyes got and the slight blush on your cheeks from excitement and he feels, something unpleasant. Jealousy? Envy? Possessiveness? Whatever it is he doesnât like how grateful youâre acting toward the blonde. I mean sure, he got you something nice youâve wanted but thatâs not his job (he just so happened to get you for secret santa so he kind of had to get you something) heâs not your boyfriend only your boyfriend- HIM- should be gifting you stuff. Then he kinda has a âohh.â Moment and realizes he has never really gotten you anything just because.
Anyways after that whole interaction he is getting you anything and everything you look at for more than a second. You keep looking at some necklace at the store? Bought. He sees you liking tiktoks about girls getting flowers? Now youâre getting a bouquet every date night. Does he himself have money? No, but that No.1 hero daddy sure does. And letâs be honest he kind of owes shoto for making his childhood - for lack of a better word- awful.
In conclusion, Shoto loves his pretty girl and will do anything she asks of him without question.
Hanta Sero
Clawing at my cage for this man.
Now sero has been⌠infatuated with you since he first laid eyes on you one faithful morning. You were ordering at some coffee shop he passes by on his way to school and just one glance had him stopped dead in his tracks. The way your hair framed your face perfectly, your face in general because holy shit- you were gorgeous. Straight out of a magazine. He quickly took notice of the little embellishments you made to your uniform.. uniform? The same one Mina has. OH MY GOD YOU GO TO UA AND HE HAS NEVER SEEN YOU BEFORE?
He literally cannot stop thinking about you and boom you appear again in the halls. Your going the opposite direction has him with your friends and he sees you all have a little cafe cup. Did you buy them all a drink before class? So youâre stupidly gorgeous and nice. Great, he, for sure, has no chance with you now.
But oh thatâs where he is wrong.
When you guys start dating he actually cannot believe it. He is very guarded at first because- now itâs my personal hc that sero is a bit insecure- he canât fathom how you, YOU, would actually want to date someone likeâŚhim.
But once those walls come down he doesnât shut up about you. Seriously all his friends are so annoyed:
âGood god soy sauce if you mention your little girly friend again Iâm hurling you across the city.â
âYouâre just mad you donât have a girl as pretty as mine- donât worry baku-man, Iâm sure one day some poor person will take pity on your soul.â
Sero did in fact get hurled across the city that day.
Now where he differs from Shoto is that this man is a GOD with a camera. He has that artistic eye and is able to capture you being your baddest/cutest/authentic self.
Literally yaâll
He also has a good sense of style. He never thinks you look bad in one thing versus another but he will take into account the vibe of where youâre going and whatâs youâll be doing and give his opinion based on that. Because he grew up with sister and knows how to get around the âwhich one looks better?â Type question without hurting you.
Now sero doesnât have money to spoil you senseless but what he does have is the forever lasting instinct to put your comfort above his own. Itâs freezing and you didnât wear a jacket because âa hoe ever gets coldâ? Donât worry sero will give you his and be visibly growing icicles on his body to keep you warm. Feet hurt from those impractical shoes? Heâs caring you all the way home even if he is still terribly sore from a killer arm workout the day before with kirishima. A no a mudy puddle and youâre wearing your new white shoes :(! Well sero is laying his jacket down over it or simply caring you over the puddle. He isnât the type to roll his eyes at how âridiculousâ or âspoiledâ youâre being. You are y/n freaking l/n. Heâll do whatever you need to make sure nothing in your life goes wrong.
He also is the type to spam comments in your TikTok or Insta post and makes all his friends do the same. Not that you need it- he just loves fueling your ego.
#woohoo first day back after my 6 month leave#not that any of yall care#also I started watching jjk (yeah in late I know)#sero x reader#sero hanta#mha headcanons#hanta sero#hanta sero x reader#shoto x reader#shoto todoroki x reader#shoto torodoki
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Hi, your blog is cool! < 3 Just wanted to ask you, as a radfem comrade something. The thing is, I sometimes hear other radfems mention that lesbians are quite attracted to "trans men", well because they have a vagina and female gender socialisation and so on. But I⌠I'm bisexual, however the weird thing is that I'm absolutely not attracted to trans - I like feminine women, masculine women, feminine men⌠But if these guys just say, "Weeell, I'm trans, you know!" - they become completely unsexy to me. I don't know, there's something so wrong about them, this non-acceptance of their sexâŚ.. Like, if I were fully hetero or fully lesbian, I'd just make an excuse like "well, I'm not attracted to transmascs because they look too much like men, and I'm not attracted to transfems because they're literally men" and that's it. But damnâŚ
Hello lovely!! Thank you so much! đđđ I appreciate it hehe
I'm also bisexual, and I COMPLETELY understand you lol. I think it's a personality problem more than a 'gender' problem. Like I would be so turned off by them being something like a furry but I'm still attracted to the female sex yannow
It does seem to be indicative of the sort of subcultures they're in, to identify as 'transmasc' alone comes with its own connotations of wild political opinions. And if you're turned off by that more power to you.
When I was a TRA I would make so many excuses (or just avoid the question) for why I was attracted to both sexes but wouldn't dream of dating a trans person. Like even I didn't understand it, like the question "you like both what's the problem" stumped me đ
I think it's genuinely just the aspect of self-hatred and that hatred projected in the most annoying and problematic way. No wonder we don't like them lmao
#i love you anon youre my first nice comment#kiss!#anyway completely understand you my lovely#feminism#tra
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Capture the Mate
Summary: Azriel has to leave on a mission for a few days, but he asks Cassian to help look after his pregnant mate while heâs gone. Someone ambushes you and Cassian, taking you as prisoner.
Authorâs note: this was requested by this lovely anon!!
âYou look massive today.â
You snort at Cassian as you walked in, your giant belly making sitting down a bit difficult.
âAnd you look extra stupid today,â you retort, âguess weâre both glowing.â
Cassian laughs, going back to his cereal. You were in the last few months of your pregnancy and you were ready to meet your baby. You loved being pregnant, you loved how hot sex with your mate was because of it, you loved cradling your bump and the way your mates hands always find your bump.
But you didnât love Cassianâs comments comparing you to a whale, the back pain, the inability to get comfortable, and your mateâs overprotectiveness being dialed up by a factor of a thousand.
Azriel was going on fewer missions these days due to your pregnancy, opting to delegate most of them to his most trusted spies. There are occasionally some missions he has to do himself, not happy about leaving you, practically throwing temper tantrums in the lead up to being gone. When he comes home itâs as if heâs been off at war for decades, checking every inch of you, asking you about every detail of your time in his absence (even down to what you ate exactly - he thinks you donât eat enough vegetables in his absence).
This is the fifth mission during your pregnancy heâs gone on, and each time he canât bear to leave you without someone who can protect you. Whenever Azriel has to go, he ensures one of his brothers or Feyre will be present with you at all times. Whenever heâs gone, you just stay in your old room at the House of Wind or at Feyre and Rhysâs new house.
At first it sounded a bit like needing a babysitter, but now itâs more like just staying at someoneâs house for a sleepover. Feyre and Nesta always tried to help you have fun, spending the days youâre with them doing the things you love. Cassian loves you being there because he likes to have eating competitions with you, and Rhys likes it because he spoils you rotten.
Before Azriel left, he spent probably an hour saying goodbye to you and the babe. Heâd kiss you, then move down to talk to the babe. âStay in there until I return,â heâll whisper. âBe nice to your mom while Iâm gone, okay? Let her sleep, I wonât be here to rub her back when you kick her in the kidneys.â
This time he actually tears up a bit at leaving the two of you. He looks at you, grabbing your face in his hands, âI shouldnât be too long, sweetheart. Be safe, I love you.â
-
âAny plans for the day, Cass?â
âMmm not really, I already had training, so my day is free to be spent with you, my favorite sister.â
You smile. âYou say that to both me and Feyre,â you reply, rolling your eyes fondly.
Cassian lifts his spoon to finish off the last of his cereal. âIt changes day by day - today youâre the favorite.â
-
You had asked Cassian if you two could go back to your home with Azriel, you had some chores to do and you also wanted to work on setting up the nursery.
Looking around the nursery you take in what needs to be done. A month out from the babyâs arrival and your mate still hasnât set up the crib. But if you set it up without him heâd give you a big lecture about how he was going to do it and how you could get yourself hurt doing it, so youâll just leave it be.
You have a dresser set up and a wardrobe that practically rivals your own, so you decide to spend the day folding and putting away baby clothes.
Cassian graciously offered to clean the dishes that were in the sink, along with sweeping and mopping your downstairs floors.
After telling him he didnât have to do that, he responded, âwell I donât want dirty floors for Cassian Jr. here when he starts crawling, and I donât want you mopping because if you slip you might hurt Cassian Jr.â He finished his statement by reaching out to rub your belly.
You rolled your eyes at him, as he smiles at your belly. âCassian, arenât Jrâs supposed to be named after their father or mother? Last I checked, this wasnât your baby.â
He strokes his thumb over your bump, hoping to feel a kick from within, âwe could convince Az itâs mine. I think itâd be hilarious.â
You snort, âheâd kill you in a heartbeat.â
Cassian sighs, âI suppose. Maybe the next one can be Cassian Jr.â He wiggles his eyebrows as he tries to look at you suggestively.
You fling your arms, bringing on of your hands to your forehead dramatically, âOh Cassian your powers of seduction are too strong, Iâm irresistibly drawn to you! I must flee, to keep myself from pouncing on you.â
Laughter from the both of you echoing through the house as you attempt to scuttle away but it becomes more of a waddle as you climb the stairs to your nursery.
-
An hour or two had passed and you made a remarkable dent in the amount of clothing your baby had. The vast amount of clothes are mostly Rhysâs fault, no one alive loves buying clothes more than that male, but your mate was also quite fond of picking up clothes on the rare occasions he left your side.
He loved watching how happy you got, realizing just how much he was thinking of you and the babe while gone.
You decide to go check on Cassian, not having heard much of anything from downstairs since youâve been in the nursery. You waddle down the stairs, holding the railing for support. You get to the last step, and you see Cassian in your living room, face down, wings splayed out, blood gushing from his head onto your rug.
You yell for him as you run to him, sitting next to him, checking for a pulse. Heâs still alive, but he has a considerable amount of blood.
You press on his head wound, trying to cradle his head in your lap to apply pressure to the wound. Heâs starting to wake a little, you can feel his hands squeezing on your thighs.
A hand wraps around your neck from behind, and a cool metal graces the skin of your neck.
âHereâs the pretty little thing we were looking for.â
-
When Cassian came to, his head was pounding. He sat up on the floor of your living room, trying to assess the situation. He was mopping the floor of your kitchen when something struck the back of his head.
He never got a good look at the assailant, the blow leaving him stuck on the floor. He was, however, able to crawl into your living room in an effort to reach you.
You.
You had cradled his head, you had come down here.
Cassian bolts up, causing him to go a little dizzy from the blood loss. He gets up, darting up your stairs.
âSunshine? Are you here?â
He ran into the nursery, checking all the spots you could be hiding in there - the wardrobe, the closet, amongst the bags and boxes littering the floor.
His panic was starting to rise. âSunshine, are you here? Itâs me, Cassian.â The desperation was leaking through his voice, âplease be here, itâs okay to come out.â
He combed through your shared bedroom with Azriel, checked every bathroom, Azrielâs study, your spare room, your library, the kitchen.
He combed through his memories, knowing Azriel kept hidden nooks everywhere. When the two of you moved in together, he remembered Azriel made several small pockets in this house so you could hide if anything were to happen.
You came to training, but you were no warrior. You couldnât hurt anyone, and Azriel knew youâd have a hard time attacking anyone. He knew that Azriel drilled into you if anything were to happen to hide immediately.
The library.
Itâs Cassianâs last hope. Of course Azriel had stuck a hidden panic room in the library. Cassian bound into the room, trying to remember what book it was that opened the secret entrance.
Combing the spines, heâs trying to remember. It was green, something that stands out a little, but not too much. Something someone who knew Azriel would know that this is off.
A book of Prythian maps. Azriel, Rhys, and Cassian had all of Prythian memorized, there was no need for it.
He slides the book from its spot, watching the case move, exposing the empty tiny room.
-
Cassian wasted no time jumping off your balcony, flying like a bat of hell to Rhys and Feyreâs house, screaming mentally, hoping Rhys would pick up on it.
He lands on their balcony, bursting into Rhysâs study, interrupting the intimate moment between them. Feyre was perched on his lap, feeding him grapes, Cassianâs entrance causing her to drop the bowl, the ceramic shattering on the ground, a dozen or so grapes spilling across the floor.
âCassian!â Feyre yells in shock. She didnât even know anyone else could burst into Rhysâs office.
Rhys stands up, immediately knowing something was wrong. âWhere is she, Cass?â
Cassian points to his head, allowing Rhys to see everything. Your rug he stared at after the blow to his head, hearing your distress, him going in and out, feeling your hands press against his wound, him waking up alone, his frantic search of your house.
Feyre gasps, having also seen all of it.
âBring Azriel home now.â
-
Your captors had thrown a bag over your head, not allowing you to see anything as they took you away from your home, away from Cassian bleeding on your rug.
They left Cassian, probably as a message that they could take him down if they wanted, but that he wasnât who they wanted.
Your only hope is that Cassian wakes up soon enough and alerts Rhys and Feyre about what happened, and they could get into contact with your mate.
You were filled with a mix of emotions, between fear, concern, and anger. Afraid for your life, what your captors will do to you, concern for your unborn baby, and anger for Azriel.
Azriel closes off the bond between you two during missions, a decision you both agreed to. However, the second he is available, he opens it, letting you know how he is. Your biggest hope now is just sending him how youâre feeling, hoping heâll feel that youâre alive whenever he reopens the connection.
They had picked you up and flown you somewhere, so theyâre most likely Illyrian.
They land, not nearly as gracefully as your mate or his brothers, emitting a soft âoofâ from your lips.
They carry you for at least ten minutes, through what you assume is decently packed area.
Are you in one of the camps?
You knew relations between Rhys and the Illyrians were bad, but would they really kidnap the spymasterâs mate?
Your thoughts are interrupted when you realize theyâve brought you into a building and have set you down in a chair, shackling you to it.
You havenât spoken a word, barely eliciting a sound, just like your mate would do. Youâre not sure if itâs what you should do, but the thought of what he would do holds you together.
You have to be strong, for yourself, for Azriel, for the baby.
They pull the bag off your head, your pupils dilating due to the sudden change in light. Four Illyrian warriors stood before you, 11 siphons glowing throughout the room.
âHello, beautiful.â
The one who had been carrying you and taken you from your home approached you, caressing your face. You kept a stoic, neutral expression, not letting anything slip.
Just like Azriel would.
Your only response is the eye contact you refuse to break with him.
âThat piece of shit struck gold when the cauldron bonded you to him,â practically spitting out the last word.
âYour little shadowsinger wonât stop snooping around our camps, wonât stop telling his precious little high lord everything he sees. Theyâve been meddling in the way we deal with our women, the way we govern ourselves. We thought it was time to uh explain to them why they should just stay in their precious little city and leave us alone.â
-
The second the words left Cassianâs lips, Rhys was trying to reach Azriel telepathically. Within seconds of Cassianâs words, darkness was clouding the room, creating an impenetrable black, the only light shining being several blue siphons glowing with rage.
Cassian recounted the whole thing to the darkness, knowing his brother was somewhere in there. Once he got to the part of the story where you were gone, the room exploded even further, making Azrielâs siphons impossible to see now.
A few shadows whiz by Cassian, heâs assuming to double check you arenât in their home. The rage Azriel feels is coming off in waves, when he remembers the bond is still closed.
He closes his eyes, sending a silent prayer to the mother. Please, please, please.
The bond opens, your warmth filling his chest. He can feel the initial fear you felt at being taken, but he can also feel your constant reassurance that you and the baby are okay.
Azriel feels his eyes prickle with tears as he chokes out, âtheyâre alive.â His brothers reach out to hug him or soothe him, but he steps back, his male instincts kicking in.
âI can feel it,â he says, holding a hand up, âthe protectiveness is ramping up. I want to kill any male in sight.â
Rhys and Cassian start protesting, telling Azriel they want to come with him, but he stops them again.
âGive me a five minute head start. Then Iâll give you my location.â
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Your silence was an interesting strategy, one your captors did not like one bit, their irritation with you growing by the minute.
âMaybe we should rough her up then drop her back on their door step. Pretty loud and clear message, donât you think?â He circles around your chair, sizing you up like prey.
âWe could show her how women are supposed to be treated by us,â one in the corner shouts.
The one circling you spits at your feet before he says, âthose half-breed bastards have gone soft, they forget what it means to be Illyrian.â
In a flash he steps forward, his hand slapping you across the face.
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Azriel used the bond to find you. He kept tugging, the bond offering him a direction to go. He kept winnowing into the direction of the tug, when he began realizing where the bond was likely taking him. He growled with anger, unable to believe they could be so stupid as to take his mate.
He disappeared into his shadows, sending a few to find out exactly where you were. Once they returned, sans the two that wanted to stay with you, they whisked him away to the room you were being kept in.
The big one who had struck you earlier was mid-strike when the shadowsinger materialized out of the shadows in front of you, his hand catching the bruteâs wrist.
âLay another hand on my mate and your hands will become trophies I hang on the wall.â
You can feel his shadows enveloping you in a soothing wave, checking you head to toe for injuries, but only finding the stinging cheek and the pain from the shackles.
The twirl through your hair, eventually skating over your swollen belly, where they settle and stay.
Your mateâs shadows were very attentive of the baby in your belly, as if your unborn babe were calling to them, too. They reacted to everything the babe did, every kick, every movement, as if telling your babe, âwe are here, little master.â
The anger radiating off of Azriel was palpable, but his demeanor was terrifying. A feralness to him youâve never seen before.
âWhose idea was this?â
Nobody in the room speaks, the assailants just gaping at your mate.
âSpeak.â
One of them points to the leader, the one whose wrist was still in Azrielâs hand.
Azriel looks into the maleâs eyes, piercing through his soul, as he flicks his arm, breaking the maleâs arm.
He screams, shocked at the swiftness of the break. Azriel takes the moment of surprise to pull the first assailantâs head into his knee, bashing his head into his kneecap, throwing him on the ground.
He looks to the next closest one, tilting his head, deciding how he wants to play this. He decides to leave truth-teller sheathed at his side, opting instead to use his bare hands.
âI wanted to savor this, however I donât want to keep my mate waiting,â he states, coming up to the next closest one and swiftly wrapping his hands around his head, twisting until a sickening crack echoes through the room.
One of them lunges for Azriel, fists raised to fight him. Azriel moves to the side, causing the running assailant to run into the wall behind the shadowsinger. Azriel grabs him by the back of his neck, pulling his arm back, and with all of his force, pushing his head into the wall. Over. And over. And over. His blood splattering the wall, an actual crack in the wall forming from where his head kept hitting it.
He releases his hold, allowing his body to fall to the floor. Azriel turns and looks at the last one, the one that had pointed to whose idea this was, as some of his shadows finally break free from you. âNow,â he says, as they begin pooling at the last captorâs feet, âIâll deal with you later.â
The shadows at his feet begin pulling the male into the pool of darkness, assumingly to be questioned further about their failed plans.
Azriel undoes the shackles keeping you in place, hoisting you into his arms, the belly making it a bit more difficult.
The second he reopened the bond to find you, he began sending you a constant stream of love down it, trying to convey to you that he was on his way to you.
Being gathered in his arms, the bond was humming a sweet melody, a soft duet that can only be heard when youâre together.
He pulls back, grabbing your face in his hands. âI have never felt fear quite like I did when Rhys made me come back. I knew something was wrong, I was hoping that the babe had just come early.â
He puts his left hand on your belly, the babe inside kicking the exact spot his hand is in. Your mate laughs.
You look at him, seeing the fear and adrenaline in his eyes as he continues, âbut when I got back and Cassian said they left him behind and took you, I thought âokay, if theyâre gone, I have nothing left to live for.ââ
âBut then, I opened the bond, and I felt you, and I-â he chokes up a bit, continuing, âI almost started crying. You were alive, and you were okay.â
He pulls your head in, kissing the top of your head several times.
âYouâre both okay.â
You reached up, stroking his cheek, âweâre okay.â
He smiles, and you laugh, âI guess this means youâre never leaving my side again, huh?â
He laughs, a tear falling down his face as he does so. âOh no, sweetheart. You thought I was overbearing before, just wait. You wonât remember what personal space was soon enough.â
You laugh, âat least tell me you arenât upset with Cassian. Heâs a sweet guard dog.â
He smiles at you, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. âThey ambushed him, I could never be upset with him over that. Now come on, letâs go see my brother before he gives himself a heart attack with worry over you.â
âHe is quite fond of me, isnât he?â You ask, his arm going around you, preparing to embark through the shadows to go back home.
âHe told me he prayed every night that we would be mates,â he says, the shadows beginning to engulf the two of you.
âWhy?â You ask, wrapping your arms around him.
Azriel looks into your eyes as he says, âhe told me he never thought anyone was good enough for me until he met you.â
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Bottass Calendar or Bottass Naked?!
f1 grid x fem!reader
warnings: cussing, talks of naked bodies
authors note: i so wish it was christmas so this could fit the theme more but i still had so much fun writing this!! anonđ¤ thank you so much for the request!!! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!! đ¤
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Lewis
Y/N: opens the gift and sees Valtteri's naked calendar "Oh wow, this is amazing! He looks incredible in these pictures!"
Lewis: laughs "Maybe I'll make one just for you."
Y/N: "Omg, I would love that! Just make it funny."
Lewis: grinning "I'll make sure it's a masterpiece. Maybe I'll pose with Roscoe."
Y/N: "That sounds perfect! Can you imagine Roscoe in a tiny Santa hat?"
Lewis: "That would be hilarious. I'll get creative. Maybe some racing gear too."
Y/N: "I would fucking love that! I can't wait to see it!"
Max
Y/N: opens the gift and sees Valtteri's naked calendar "Oh wow, this is amazing! He looks incredible in these pictures!"
Max: frowns "I don't know if I feel happy about you liking another man being naked."
Y/N: teasingly "Don't worry, Max. You're still my favorite."
Max: sighs "I suppose it's just a calendar, but I might need to make my own to compete."
Y/N: laughs "You? Posing for a calendar? That would be something!"
Max: "Why not? I could show off my muscles. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Y/N: "I definitely wouldn't complain. It would be fun to see you out of your racing suit."
Max: smirking "Challenge accepted, then."
Charles
Y/N: opens the gift and sees Valtteri's naked calendar "Oh wow, this is amazing! He looks incredible in these pictures!"
Charles: smiles awkwardly "I guess it's... nice? But I'd prefer if you admired my photos instead."
Y/N: "Oh, Charles, you know I do!"
Charles: teasing "Maybe I should do a calendar too. What do you think?"
Y/N: "I'd be your biggest fan! You could do something artistic, like in the style of Monaco."
Charles: "With the beautiful scenery and classic cars? I like that idea."
Y/N: "And you in stylish outfits, of course. It would be perfect."
Charles: chuckling "You've got my creative juices flowing now."
Lando
Y/N: opens the gift and sees Valtteri's naked calendar "Oh wow, this is amazing! He looks incredible in these pictures!"
Lando: pouts playfully "No, you're only supposed to like me naked!"
Y/N: laughs "Lando, you're too funny."
Lando: "I'm serious! What if I made my own calendar? Would you like that better?"
Y/N: "Of course I would! You'd have to make it super goofy, though."
Lando: "Goofy? I can do that. Maybe some funny costumes and silly poses."
Y/N: "That sounds amazing. I'd love to see you having fun with it."
Lando: "Alright, challenge accepted. I'll make sure it's the best calendar ever."
Oscar
Y/N: opens the gift and sees Valtteri's naked calendar "Oh wow, this is amazing! He looks incredible in these pictures!"
Oscar: bursts out laughing "I can't believe you got that as a gift!"
Y/N: grinning "It's definitely a memorable present!"
Oscar: "I don't think I could ever pose like that. Too embarrassing."
Y/N: "I bet you'd look great, though. Maybe a tasteful one?"
Oscar: "Maybe if I had a few drinks first. But seriously, it's hilarious."
Y/N: "It is! Imagine if we all made one. It would be a hit."
Oscar: "That would be something. We'd have the best-selling calendar of all time."
Y/N: "With you in it, definitely!"
Carlos
Y/N: opens the gift and sees Valtteri's naked calendar "Oh wow, this is amazing! He looks incredible in these pictures!"
Carlos: smirking "I don't know if I should be happy or jealous."
Y/N: teasing "Why, Carlos? Feeling a bit competitive?"
Carlos: "Well, if you like those photos so much, maybe I should make my own calendar."
Y/N: "I'd love that! You could do something adventurous, like your travels."
Carlos: "With my car and some dramatic landscapes? That would be cool."
Y/N: "Yes! And some action shots. You'd look amazing."
Carlos: grinning "Alright, I'll think about it. You always have the best ideas."
Jenson
Y/N: opens the gift and sees Valtteri's naked calendar "Oh wow, this is amazing! He looks incredible in these pictures!"
Jenson: raises an eyebrow "Well, this is unexpected."
Y/N: laughs "It's quite a surprise, isn't it?"
Jenson: "I don't know if I should be amused or concerned."
Y/N: "Oh, Jenson, it's just for fun. You know you're my favorite."
Jenson: "Maybe I should make a comeback with a calendar of my own."
Y/N: "I'd love to see that. You could do something classy, like a vintage theme."
Jenson: "Vintage racing? That could be interesting. Alright, you've convinced me."
Sebastian
Y/N: opens the gift and sees Valtteri's naked calendar "Oh wow, this is amazing! He looks incredible in these pictures!"
Sebastian: chill "I like it. He looks good."
Y/N: "Really? You're not jealous?"
Sebastian: laughs "No, I'm secure enough to appreciate good photography."
Y/N: "You're the best, Seb. Always so supportive."
Sebastian: "Maybe I should make one too. Something environmentally themed."
Y/N: "That would be perfect! You could use it to raise awareness."
Sebastian: "Exactly. A fun project with a purpose. I'm in."
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omg i saw you said you needed logan requests and i have so got you đŤśđŤś maybe he like gets with one of the other driverâs sisters or something and in order to soft launch she starts posting like a ton of american cliches yk like red white and blue, fishing, american foods and stuff like that idk lol i just thought it would be funny and cute and then they like hard launch by him posting something celebrating wherever sheâs from maybe??
summary; the ricciardo urge to be obsessed with america takes a whole new meaning when your relationship with the only american on the grid is revealed...because of kinder eggs
pairing; logan sargeant x fem! ricciardo! reader [ no faceclaim ]
a/n; this goes out to @wtfisakilometer2 and the logan trenches anon i hope you're both reading this because it's for you and you only
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ynricciardo oh fr? on cod?
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liamlawson30 cough cough
ynricciardo once i get your funko i will chew his arms off
danielricciardo Always nice to see you touching grass
ynricciardo hilarious
pierregasly Free him from the land prison
ynricciardo go thank the lord it's not you on that rod
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f1 BREAKING: Logan Sargeant will not race in Austin GP due to health problems
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eastcoastbearman WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED
baconforza it's qatar's fault im telling you
logansargeant It's just a cold, guys. Thank you all for the support and get well soon messages đ
roboclaren YOU'LL EAT THEM IN LAS VEGAS MARK MY WORDS đŚ
đşđ¸ realmvettel DON'T DIE ON US WE HAVE HISTORY TO MAKE
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ynricciardo WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETERRRRRRR đŚ
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verstappler i know danny's little texas loving heart is melting rn
lionkingseb going for a rival's sister is not the williams strategy we expected
patiencesainz is it in the ricciardo genes to love murica this much
troubletauri HOW DID THIS HAPPEN
egggrosjean missing a gp to care for the gf made me respect this man
landonorris STOP IGNORING MY TEXTS
ynricciardo you're obsessed with me logansargeant 𤨠ynricciardo im running an illegal funko kinder distribution mafia ring don't worry about it babe
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I love your post card series! Could I request Oscar with rodeo reader where theyâre penpals and Oscar subscribes to the cowboy channel (thatâs actually what itâs called) to watch his penpal and rodeo reader starts to watch f1 and then she gets invited to Austin?
love letters [OP81]
oscar piastri x fem!barrel racer!reader [from southern US]
word count: 4.2k
summary: The one where you meet a certain racing driver as you're both starting your careers and you decide to keep in touch.
warnings: fluff, fluff, oh and a little more fluff! angst maybe if you squint and tilt your head
author's note: To my dearest anon, this is MY love letter to YOU. Thank you for requesting this and letting me write about the rodeo; it brought me back to when I was just a little girl and was oddly healing?? Sorry for being a sap lol! I hope this is to your liking :) Feedback, comments, reposts, and likes are always appreciated!!! Peace and love babes. [xoxo elle]
âSpeed. Agility. Determination. This barrel racing pair is one for the ages and the crowd here today knows it,â Janie Johnson says, a bright smile on her face while she stares down the barrel of the camera.
She turns her attention over shoulder when the crowdâs cheers hit a crescendo. Youâve just rode out into the arena, the American flag streaming by your side while you gallop around. Chants and cheers of your name fly from the mouths of onlookers, swallowing everything into a thunderous roar. For this moment, the entire world is yours. The other top riders follow you out into the dirt of the arena, hands waving and smiles flashing. Thereâs nothing quite like being at the rodeo.Â
âAnd there she is, our winner today and her beautiful horse, Sweet Tea,â Janie says, unable to look away from the way you and your horse run the perimeter. You take your time, soaking up the glory of another win.Â
You fly through your post-race duties, one thought constant in your mind: you have to write your letter to Oscar. Itâs sort of a silly tradition, but youâve been doing it for ages. After a rodeo weekend or a race weekend for him, you both would write each other a letter explaining everything in careful detail. You loved it. Even though the information about the rodeo and the race would be released ages before the letters arrived in your respective mailboxes, it was still amazing to hear about things from his perspective and explain yourâs to him.
So, once everything is loaded up and youâre back on the road, you lean yourself back in your seat with a pen and pad of paper in your lap trying to put everything youâre feeling into words. Though your sports were different in a lot of ways, there were similarities that pulled the two of you together. The pressure, the adrenaline, the rush of a win. Itâs what made you two so close even though there were vast oceans separating you.Â
As you write, you canât help but reminisce on the first time you ever wrote one of these letters. It was years ago, just as you started pro barrel racing. It was a rodeo early in the season. You were dressed and ready for your pool. Sweet Tea was edgy and nervous and so were you. You were the rookie pair that year, just a five year old horse and an 18 year old jockey. You remember that you felt way in over your head that day as you watched the vets take on the arena.Â
To ease both of your nerves, you led Sweet Tea on a walk. Whispering to her with your head low, you didnât even notice the group walk up in front of you. The voice of your manager made you tip your head up, looking at him under the brim of your hat. He smiled at you and introduced you to a group of young, thin, pale looking boys. He explained that they were from a Formula 3 team called Prema. Youâd never heard of Formula anything before.
Your manager led the group of boys away after some small talk. They were nice enough, but you didnât need any distractions. Just as the last of the boys followed your manager to your stalls, you thought you were free to go about walking Sweet Tea again.
âWhatâs your horse's name?â An unfamiliar voice with an unfamiliar accent said. You donât get much for foreign accents at the rodeo, so it took you by surprise. Your eyes met his brown ones. His brown hair was cut short on the sides and the top drooped down over his forehead. He donned a white t-shirt that displayed the word âPREMAâ in red, coupled with a pair of blue jeans and sneakers. It was the first of the few times that youâd seen Oscar Piastri in person. The memory lives clear and bright in your mind.
âSweet Tea,â you answered him in a clipped voice. You were still uppity about your impending race and Oscar was quickly becoming a distraction.Â
âSweet Tea,â he echoed while taking a few steps closer. Tightening your grip on her reins, you waited for her to spook.Â
âWait-â you began to warn Oscar as he crept in closer. But you were swiftly cut off when all Sweet Tea did was bray and huff at him. You were nothing short of shocked. She rarely took to anyone, but she seemed to immediately like him. It made you curious.
âYou can pet her, if you want,â you encouraged him while continuing to gauge Sweetâs reaction. Together, the two of you stroked the soft brown of her coat. You could tell that her mood was suddenly a lot sunnier, the moodiness exiting her body as you and Oscar brushed your hands over her.
âWhatâs your name?â you asked after a while.Â
âOscar,â he replied, his eyes darting up to meet yours over Sweet Teaâs head. For a moment, you studied his face. He looked perfectly calm, peaceful even, in the intense atmosphere that surrounded you. It didnât surprise you that Oscarâs tranquil nature helped to set Sweetâs nerves at ease. His demeanor was even helping you.Â
âShe likes you,â you said, giving him a small smile while you dragged your hand over your horseâs nose.
âI hope so,â he said, his eyes flicking from you to Sweet and then back up.Â
Everything after that was history.
You and Sweet Tea ran better than you ever had, placing in the top three. It was your best result yet and set you up for success for the rest of the weekend. You saw Oscar every day of the rodeo. He would stop by to say hello to you and Sweet Tea while you were prepping for a race or catch you after your pool. Awkward teenage conversation fell away quickly, giving way to long, easy conversations.Â
On Sunday, you and Sweet Tea took it all. It was a huge payday which would boost the rest of your season. You were on cloud nine. Oscar walked with you while you led your horse back to the trailer. Back and forth you talked about the race and how it felt. You were so glad to have someone to talk to about all this. You used to talk to your grandpa about everything, dissecting the race and your rides with him. Heâs the one who taught you how to race. But, he died shortly before the season started. He never got to watch you race at this level and you didnât have him to talk to anymore.
âSorry, Iâm rambling,â you said while turning away and adjusting your hat, suddenly embarrassed at yourself. Oscar wasnât a rodeo kid. He probably didnât care how tight your turns around the barrels were or how responsive Sweet was today.Â
âNo,â he said, quickly cutting you off. âItâs alright. I like to listen.â
Not convinced, you stayed silent.
âIt sounds a lot like how I feel when I race, you know. So, I get it,â he admitted then, his shoulders coming up into a shrug. You eyed him from under your hat, glad for the way the wide brim covered most of your face.
âI used to talk to my grandpa about this stuff,â the words tumbled from your mouth before you could stop them. If it would have been anyone else, you would have died from embarrassment. But, Oscar just blinked at you and waited patiently for you to elaborate.
âYou remind me of him,â as you said it, you want to punch yourself in the face. You really went two embarrassing moments for two that day.
âThank you?â he said, a small chuckle coating his words. He smiled at you so warmly that it thawed the icy shame in your chest slightly.Â
âI just mean that,â you tried to salvage what you thought was meant to be a compliment but just came out really weird. âYouâre a good listener, like him.â
Oscar nodded, his small smile still on his lips. His perpetually tired-looking eyes were soft and kind while he watched you walk your horse. You believe that it was in that moment that you became friends, good friends.
Coming up on your trailer, you slowed your pace, wanting to prolong your last moments with your new friend. Feelings that had been growing steadily over the weekend were at their peak, downing you in an intense feeling of longing. If you could do anything to never let him leave your side ever again, you would do it. In a heartbeat. In the span of just a few days, youâd grown so close that it felt like thereâd never been a time where you didnât know him. Friendly affection wasnât an apt description of what passed between the two of you. A four letter word danced around in your teenage mind. But you couldnât say that to him. Youâd only known him for 72 hours.Â
âWe leave tonight,â Oscar said then, shoving the toe of his shoe into the grass. You leaned into Sweet Tea, stroking her neck and avoiding looking at your brand new best friendâyour brand new obsession. Emotion roared like a tide inside of you, threatening to spill out from your eyes in tears and from your mouth in a confession.Â
âDonât be a stranger, alright?â your voice was thick with your southern accent. It always got heavier when you were emotional.
âWouldnât dream of it,â he said. Your eyes flicked to his then, taking in the soft look that graced his features. He seemed so sure of his words. It placed a little peace in you to know that he was just as intent on not letting go of the relationship youâd built as you were.
âCan I write to you?â you asked suddenly, not sure why this is the way you wanted to keep in contact with him. There was something inside of you that longed to write to him. Handwritten letters seemed deeply personal, intentional, everything that you wanted to convey to him.Â
âWriteâŚlike letters?â he asked, his small smile turning into an amused grin. Instead of becoming embarrassed at your suggestion, you held firm. Nodding at his question, you sent him a small smile. He shook his head a little and asked for your phone. You handed it to him and he typed in his contact, only filling out the address line and his name.Â
Once your phone was back in your possession, he said a goodbye to Sweet Tea while stroking her nose lovingly. She whinnied at his touch, tossing her head affectionately. Then he turned his attention to you, he stepped closer than he ever had. Invading your air, you thought he might kiss you. Your heart stopped for a moment, teenage love sending sparks across your eyes. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze. Your arms slung easily over his shoulders, holding him close. You relished the feeling of his chest against yours, his breath against the back of your neck.Â
Thatâs the feeling that youâve held onto over the last four years. Itâs the feeling you hold close on lonely nights on the road. Itâs the feeling you remember every time you pen a letter to your closest friend, wishing that you couldâve had the chance to be something more.
Over the years youâve kept up with Formula racing, just for the sake of watching Oscar. Though, youâve started to become quite the fan. Especially now, as Oscar is tearing it up for McLaren. Heâs had an exceptional season. In his faithful letters, he writes in his subdued way about how thrilled he is about this season. His humility never fails to make you smile. Itâs one of the things that makes him Oscar.Â
He also writes about watching you on the Cowboy Channel whenever he can. Youâre always surprised and warmed when he includes details of your race or compliments your skills. His words, though concise, are eloquent in their own way. Whenever you read his letters, you can hear his voice in your head.
So, as you wrap up your letter, youâre already anticipating his response. Your eyes drift to the window once youâve tucked everything away. The familiar rolling fields of perfectly parallel rows of crops lull you into a sleepy trance. Dreams of seeing Oscar again flood your mind when your eyes slide closed and fall comfortably asleep.
The final turn into your gravel driveway pulls you from your nap. Youâd slept for nearly the entire drive. Youâre warm from sleep, your eyes still heavy but your body feeling refreshed after a long weekend.Â
You and your small team unload the horses and the equipment quickly, desperate to return to your respective homes for a meal and your own bed. Thereâs nothing quite like returning to the ranch after a rodeo weekend. As you sling up your last saddle, you wonder if Oscar feels that way about home after a race weekend. You make a mental note to ask him about it in your next letter.
Before heading into your home, you run out to the mailbox and place your letter in it. Flipping the red flag of your mailbox up and walking away, youâre already anxiously awaiting his response.Â
Instead of dwelling on your letter and Oscar, which will definitely send you into an anxious tizzy, you decide to catch up on a couple of work related things to keep yourself distracted. Snuggled cozily into your bed after a long shower, you pull out your laptop and open your email. There are a dozen different unread emails from rodeo crews, journalists, and ranch staff. However, one unfamiliar sender catches your eye.
Itâs from McLaren.
Ignoring everything else for the moment being, you rush to open the email. Rarely have you received emails from the McLaren F1 team. Every once in a while, they send you PR gifts or things of the like because of your connection with Oscar. But this one looks different. Itâs more personal than that.
When your eyes read the contents of the document attached to the email, you nearly fall off your bed. Itâs an official invitation from the McLaren team to join them as a guest for the Grand Prix in Austin the following week. Slack jawed, you mindlessly follow the directions on how to accept the offer. Nothing matters right now except for this.
After four years, youâre finally going to see Oscar again.
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Walking onto the Paddock, you feel oddly at home. The hustle and bustle of a race weekend reminds you of your weekends at the rodeo. Team members and journalists and officials stream around you, everyone hellbent and on a mission. Youâre swallowed into the excitement of it all, fading into just another body in the masses. It brings you peace that you werenât sure you were going to find here.Â
âMiss?â a voice says from just behind you. Narrowing your attention to them, you turn around quickly. A small girl with bright blonde hair sends you a quick smile. Sheâs adorned with the bright papaya of McLaren. Her eyes drag from your hat-covered head to your boot-clad feet. Your light colored Wranglers hug your curves and flair out over your boots. A matching blazer covers your shoulders and the white button-up with the first few buttons undone. The look is complete by a dark orange, silk bandana tied loosely to one of your belt loops. You know you look like the epitome of country, but it was all intentional.Â
The McLaren employee confirms who you are before offering to lead you to the garage. Swallowing hard, you trail behind her, cutting your way through the sea of people. Nerves dance around in your stomach. You feel like youâre back on top of Sweet Tea the day you met Oscar, wide-eyed and anxious as all get out. But thereâs something deeper that keeps you moving, a desireâa needâto see Oscar again. This is the moment youâve been dreaming of for years.Â
Every letter has been in preparation for this moment. Every word youâve ever written to him saying the things you couldnât bring yourself to say all those years ago. For the past week youâve been rehearsing exactly how youâre going to tell the love of your life that youâve fallen for him, that youâve loved him since you were just 18. Thereâs nothing that could stop you, not even the fear of rejection. Four years of longing have put you in indescribable agony. There has to be some sort of resolve, good, bad, or otherwise. Today is the day that youâre going to share the one secret that youâve ever kept from him.Â
The blonde employee, Julia, leads you into the garage and begins introducing you to the team. Smiling and snapping photos with some people, you lose count of how many names youâre told and hands you shake. Not that youâre really trying to keep track, your mind being pulled in a different direction. Desperately, your eyes scan the small garage for the only face that really matters.Â
Youâre in the middle of discussing your latest race with one of the engineers when some movement from the back of the garage steals away your attention. A mop of brown hair and a dashing smile that youâd never forget comes into view. Heâs rounding the car, chatting with his engineers and crew while laughing. Heâs dressed in his race suit, the arms tied around his waist and showing off his skin tight fireproofs. Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him. The rest of the world fades into a blur while your living, breathing dream shimmers like a mirage in front of you.Â
Finally, finally, he turns around with the soft smile that youâve missed so much on his face. From across the garage, over the massive car between you, you lock eyes. Tears spring to your eyes as his jaw goes slack. You barely have time to blink or breathe before he jerks into action. Heâs rounding the car in a hurry, whispering rushed apologies as he gently shoves people out of his way. You break away from your conversation with an âexcuse me,â meeting Oscar halfway.
The force of his hug knocks your hat clear off your head, but you hardly notice as he sweeps you up off the floor and into his arms. His arms, which are much larger than you remember, strangle you into the tightest hug youâve ever experienced. His face presses roughly into the crook of your neck. Smiling like a fool, you keep your arms wrapped around his neck, never wanting to let go.Â
When he finally sets you back down, you pull only one hand away to wipe furiously at the tears that have slipped out of your eyes. Sniffing, you laugh at what a mess youâve become. But when you look up to find Oscarâs tear rimmed eyes and bright smile, you canât help but choke on another sob.
His hands are still on your waist while you try to sort yourself out. Eyes shining, you take him in fully. Heâs so grown. Heâs tall and broad and all man. Except for his eyes, his gorgeous brown eyes, and his boyish smile. Those two things have stayed the same. Looking at them now, itâs like your past and your future have collided and coalesced into one man. Sighing, you shove him playfully in the chest.
âWhen did you go and get all grown up?â you say, your voice thick with emotion. He captures your hand on his chest, taking it into his own. With his fingers wrapped around yours, you feel perfectly at home. A slight blush has crept into his cheeks, painting a soft rose across his ivory skin. Your chest squeezes at the sight.
âI could ask you the same thing,â he says quietly while reaching down to pick up your hat. Playfully, he shoves it back onto your head with a small smile.Â
For a couple of comfortable seconds, you just stand there in each otherâs presence. Soaking in everything he is, you bask in the moment. Heâs here with you. Finally. And the way heâs looking at you with those brilliant brown eyes makes you feel like not a day has passed since he left. The feeling that was born inside of you when you were 18, is reborn with double the intensity. Your love for the man in front of you is overflowing; itâs drowning you.
âDo you have a minute?â you ask after a while, your eyes darting around to the crowd around you. Oscar snaps back into reality with you, following your gaze to the stray looks youâve been getting. Nodding, he leads you by the hand back to his driverâs room.Â
Itâs a tiny space, just big enough for a couch and a small closet. But itâs private enough to have the conversation youâve been equally needing and dreading. Oscar sits next to you on the tiny couch, his side pressed into yours. You canât tell if the contact makes you more nervous or sets you at ease. For as many times as youâve thought about and planned for this moment, nothing could have prepared you for the real thing.
Fiddling nervously with the hem of your bandana, you avoid looking your friend in the eyes. But, you can feel him staring at you. Suddenly, a large hand closes around both of yours, causing you to cease your fidgeting. Turning your eyes to his, you take in the crease between his brows and the small frown that pulls at the corners of his lips.
âIs everything alri-â he begins but youâre quick to cut him off.Â
âAh, hell,â you mumble quickly, making a knee jerk decision.
With both hands you grab him by the neck and yank his face to yours. His head knocks your hat back on your head, giving you enough space to kiss him. Pressing your unmoving lips to his, you hold him there in desperation.Â
So much for the carefully crafted speech that youâve spent four years on.Â
For a couple heart wrenching seconds, he doesnât move. Heâs gone completely still under your hands, his lips slightly parted in shock. Shame pools low in your stomach as you begin to pull away. But your heartbreak lasts only a split second before his hand is on the back of your neck, keeping you in place while he bursts into action.
His kiss is just as desperate as you feel. Pressing into each other with all the passion youâve been harboring for four years, youâre both consumed by the heat of the moment. Your head swims as his lips glide against yours, his tongue skimming over your bottom lip before pressing deeper.Â
His free hand reaches out, grabbing your knee to haul you onto his lap. Sliding home over his muscular thighs, you sigh into his mouth. Nothing has ever felt more right. Perfection doesnât do Oscar justice. Heâs everything.Â
He holds your waist tight between his large hands while your kiss slows down. Lazily, you suck at his bottom lip while he chases you backward. Once again his chest is on yours, your memory flicking back to the last time you saw him. You knew then that you were his, and he was yours. Nothing could keep you apart, especially not now.Â
âI love you,â you whisper against his lips, your breath hot and voice soft. Youâd never been one to beat around the bush; so why even try when it matters most?
The payoff is better than you could have ever hoped. Oscar doesnât waste a second before both of his hands cup either side of your face, holding a searing kiss to your lips. Heâs firm but kind. Heâs Oscar.
âI love you,â he replies breathlessly after a couple seconds.
Your heart soars, leaving your soul in outer space. Seeing stars, you lean your forehead against his, a small laugh bubbling from your chest. Oscar chuckles with you, his chest rumbling under your hands. Pulling back slightly, you take your time to just look at him. Soft brown eyes meet yours and thereâs a look there that you know you mirror with your own gaze. Affection, longing, love.
âI had this whole speech ready, you know,â you accuse while adjusting your hat on your head. Oscarâs mouth falls open slightly, faux offense coming over his features.
âYouâre the one who kissed me!â he accuses right back. âI was all prepared, too. But someone was just over eager to jump my bones.â
Pinching his side playfully, you watch gleefully as he yelps. Shushing him quietly, you place a chaste kiss on his lips. Silently, an agreement that this was far better than any words you could have said passes between you.
Shaking his head, he settles his arms around your waist and smiles despite himself. With callused fingers, you trace constellations between his freckles. Your heart sings and you wonder how you were ever able to stand being away from him. With Oscar next to you, with his breath on your face, and with his smile for just you, you know that this is it for you.
Four years have been spent dreaming of him. Now, the rest of your life will be spent dreaming with him.
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Hi im really new to this danny Johnson fandom but i really love your fic.
Can i request something for danny and fem s/o surviver who is cosplay his ghostface costume in the trial pls
hewo anon!! i tried my best :3 i may of written a lil too much..
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DANNY JOHNSON x fem!reader
â nsfw content
summary; youâre spawned into trial wearing dannyâs robe, a sick joke from the entity. danny finds this very amusing.
warnings; danny johnson, stabbing, violence, blood, dbd stuff, p in v, mean and nice danny, theyâre kinda in a relationship, rubbing, pussy slapping, choking, rough sex, creampie, unprotected sex(wrap before u tap) no beta read we die like danny victims
the entity was a sadistic creature, feeding off everyoneâs misery and pain, growing more hungry day and night. it never had a soft spot for you, always humiliating you with embarrassing outfits while everyone else had normal ones.
some trials youâd spawn in your pajamas, others a bikini, once even your own undergarments. each time drew you closer to insanity, especially when a certain someone found it absolutely hilarious. you and danny werenât friends, but he loved to treat you like a lover. he loved to tease you and tunnel you first out of the match or keep you for last to have fun when no one else was around.
you could never predicts his next move. kill you or fuck you?
this time, it was like the entity was throwing a big âfuck youâ to your face, because to your absolute horror, when you spawned into the match you were dressed in a familar robe and mask. it was a taunting punch in the face.
it wasnât very funny to your fellow survivors either, considering meg burst out into a sprint at the sight of you and yuiâs first reaction was to flashlight you. you hissed in discomfort at the bring flash to your eyes, waving your hands aggressively.
âhey, stop that! itâs me!â you groaned loudly, making yui freeze in surprise. she narrows her eyes at you, a scowl tugging at her lips at your little costume.
âwhat the fuck? why are you dressed like that freak?â she huffs, leaning closer to see your eyes through the masks peephole. from a distance, you really did look like danny, but from up close youâd be able to tell it was you from your height and smaller figure, as well as your long lashes peeping from the masks eyeholes.
âi told you, the entity hates me.â you whine dramatically, shaking your head and looking around for a sign of the killer. so far, silence. it was too quiet. you really hoped it wasnât him, that would be even more humiliating. she snickers and pokes the robes fabric, humming in appreciation.
âitâs good fabric.â she comments.
âyeah, it smells like menâs cologne.â you grumble in annoyance, tugging the fabric. she shrugs before tugging you onto a generator.
a few minutes later, you hear a scream come from the forest surrounding the both of you. you cringe at the male voice, recognizing it as steve. poor boy always got tunneled out, mostly because of his annoying attitude. you remembered the fact danny hated steve so much for some odd reason. you shuddered at the thought of danny being the killer this round.
yui frowns at the scream and turns to you, just finishing the generator. your surroundings light up and you both know you only have a few seconds before the killer arrives looking for bloodshed.
âiâll go get the save, you go get on another generator, that good with you?â she smiled, giving you a quick nod before rushing into the dark abyss around you two, leaving you alone.. in a stupid robe.
you sighed to yourself before starting to wander, your eyes glancing around frantically. you heard twigs crunching and the sound of the wind brushing against the leaves, an eerie atmosphere smothering you. the air was foggy, not letting you see too far infront of you. you hated red forest, with its stupid rain and the mud sticking to your soles.
you shiver as another twig snaps right behind you, making you flinch and let out a small yelp. you look over your shoulder, frowning at the silence that follows.
a sudden feeling of exposure stabs you, making you gasp and look around frantically. you were exposed, you had gotten stalked, that meantâ
âare you cosplaying me, doll?â a voice sneers at you from behind, startling you. you yelp as a knife barely misses your gut, sending your body tumbling into the grass. you quickly get back onto your feet, gawking under your plastic mask at his tall figure that looked over you. he was wearing his usual tactical costume, the white shriek tilting its head at you mockingly, blood splattered all over his armor.
âdanny,â you gasp for air, quickly patting some dirt off the costume. he snickers lowly, stepping forward slowly. âi knew you had a crush on me, but cosplaying me? youâre so obsessed.â he laughs.
âdonât get ahead of yourself.â you scoff, looking around for a pallet or shack. this man always knew how to get on your nerves, but he also knew exactly how to make you submit to him. he knew your body better then you did, and you couldnât help but crave him whenever you saw him.
âawww, but you look sooo cute~ whatâs wrong? whyâre you running? am i scaring you?â he cooâs, a big smirk on his devilishly handsome face underneath his mask. his body lunges towards you once again, missing by mere centimeters as you manage to maneuver around the slash.
âyou psycho!â you shriek, breaking out into a sprint towards the nearest pallet. he rolls his eyes and sprints after you, his knife held up high. âyouâre just realizing that?â
as you reach the pallet, you donât get very far into looping before the sensation of a sharp blade being shoved deep into your back sends you stumbling into the mud, gasping for air and choking on your own blood. you whine in pain, feeling him scoop you up into his arms casually.
with other survivors heâd always throw them over his shoulder without any care, hand on their back, but with you he always held you like a little kid. your legs wrapped around his waist, your arms lazily wrapped around his neck as he squeezed your butt. you relaxed into his neck reluctantly as he carries you towards a hook.
âiâll see you later, sweet pea.â he coos as he hooks you, a scream resonating from the bottom of your throat as the sharp metal slices through your shoulder. tears sting at the corner of your eyes as you watch him crouch down into a bush and rush off like the little cockroach he is. what a dick.
you eventually get saved by steve, before you witness him getting downed by danny and gutted on the floor. dannyâs mori was always brutal and gut-wrenching to watch, especially the way he was always extra aggressive when it came to poor little steve.
more screams echo throughout red forest as you fiddle with the generator infront of you, the thick robe you wore lending you warmth from the rain. his stupid little get up was actually a little helpful.
yuiâs scream is the last thing you hear before a lack of sound follows. a stillness of death, you quickly realize. you were the last one, which means hatch had spawned. you could hear the sound of the fog near by, luring you towards the gateway back to camp. you quickly jumped up from the generator and started walking into the trees, hugging yourself under the robe.
you were alone, and it never felt more terrifying. the thought of danny lingering nearby and looking for you sends goosebumps down your spine, a frown tugging at your lips. the sound of twigs snapping has your heart beat racing. you had to find hatch quick beforeâ
you yelp loudly as youâre grabbed from behind, a large arm around your waist pushing you against his chest. your mask is ripped off your face and you gasp at the sudden fast action, your hair tangled from the rough handling. you blink in surprise as youâre met face to face with his mask, his hands crawling up your sides.
âcâmon.â he mutters, not giving you much of a choice before he picks you up like always and holds you close. you donât fight back. you think danny was in a good mood from killing everyone else. you hesitantly hug him back as he carries you to the killer shack, relaxing slightly as youâre sheltered from the rain and the fog.
you donât say a word as he pushes you down onto the wooden flooring, a small whimper leaving you as he presses his knee between your legs through your robe. you canât see his expression through his mask but you can see his dark eyes looking you up and down hungrily, drinking in the sight of you in such a similar outfit.
âyou look so god damn good.â he growls, pushing your shoulders back almost roughly. a small thud is heard as you lean your head back, an exhale slowly leaving you as his hands feel you up through the black fabric. his gloves are rough as they rub your waist and cup your breasts, gently massaging the supple skin, drawing a soft moan from you.
âdidnât seem like you thought that earlier.â you whispered, parting your thighs more to roll your hips into his knee, aching for touch against your sensitive lower body. a pout tugs at your lips as you remembered how mean he was, how he downed you without any care.
he snickers lowly at your pouty expression, bringing a hand from your breasts up to your face. he squished your cheeks together for a few seconds, relishing in how adorable you look, before raising his other hand off your breasts to tug his own mask off. his dark locks spill out, finally getting freed from the hood itâs been caged in.
âcurse me for wanting to see my pretty girl covered in a little bit of blood, am i right?â he hums smoothly, leaning his head down to press his lips against yours, entangling you in a passionate kiss. his hands wrap around you, pulling you to press against him, a content moan coming from both of your mouths at the friction.
âshut up, youâre not funny.â you scoff softly against his lips, parting for a small inhale of oxygen. a trail of saliva connects to two of you before he smashes his lips against yours once again hungrily, not wanting to miss out on your taste.
âi think iâm gonna have you in this robe while i fuck you, sweetheart, i just donât have the heart to pull it off. you look so,â he groans into the kiss, tugging at your hairs like a crazed man, grinding his hips against yours, âfucking,â he gasps, hands trailing down your body to slide under the felt fabric, âgood.â
his hands find their way under your panties and start to rub tight circles onto your clit, making you gasp and moan into the kiss, trying to pull away for your over-due deserved air. he steals your gasps and moans, inhaling it into his mouth as he hungrily kisses you without an inch of hesitance.
âdanny..â you whimper, finally pulling away from his lips to bury your face into his bloody robed-chest. the blood of your friends smother over your face, making your face scrunch up in momentary discomfort. the stench is metallic mixed in with his cheap cologne. it smells just like him.
his fingers are talented with the way they rub figure eights onto your sensitive bud, knowing exactly which direction and angle to do it from, how to make you cum so hard you see white. he knows every secret of your body and how to pleasure you, and he especially knows you like his hand around your throat.
âplease, please,â you ramble, whimpering as his gloved-hand comes up to gently wrap around your throat, squeezing just the right amount of pressure to have you squealing under him. whining for more, your knees against your chest with your pussy throbbing for more.
âplease just fuck me.â you sob, trying to grind your pussy against his hand. he pulls his fingers away from your clit for a split second, a split second too longâ you whine at the loss of contact, before inhaling sharply when he suddenly delivers a harsh smack to your wet pussy.
âh-hey!â you shriek, jolting and letting out a high pitched moan, voice cracking. he scoffs and delivers two more smacks before returning his fingers to your clit, rubbing it just right, tightening his hold on your neck as well. your eyes roll back at the stimulation, almost drooling and squirming your feet weakly.
âdonât tell me what to do, got it?â he growls, giving you a harsh glare that has you clenching down on air. he could spit on your face and youâd moan for more, begging for a kiss.
âmâsorry, please, danny, need you.â you whimper pathetically under your breath, eyes fluttering close. your lashes lay flat against your puffy cheeks, face scrunched up into a tight expression of overwhelming pleasure. you were practically dripping, throbbing for his cock.
âyeah? is that so?â he laughs mockingly, noticing how you started to tense up. you were close, he already knew, with the way your brows furrow together and your lips parted subconsciously. he hums and pushes the thumb of his hand under your chin, raising your head higher while also squeezing your airways. âyou wanna cum for me, sweet girl? gonna cover my gloves with your cum? soak the fabric?â
his taunting words only drive you further down that road, the destination being an orgasm. you nod dumbly, panting for air as the knot in your tummy tightens more and more, almost cramping your belly from how hard you needed it to snap.
a demeaning smile tugs at his lips as he watches you soundlessly beg to cum. he hums in feigned thought, rubbing hard, before suddenly parting when he knew you were about to unfold. he grins down at your shocked expression and sends once again, another harsh smack to your pussy.
âhey! owâ w-what the hell?â you gasp for air, sitting up weakly with your elbows, frowning up at him. your robe was lifted to above your knees, your legs parted infront of him with your pussy on display. clit swollen, pussy soaked, pouty expression⌠he loved rendering you so desperate.
he shrugs casually and presses another âsweetâ kiss to your lips, licking your lips before he parts. you whine and pull away, still grumbly after having your orgasm denied. his smile is devilish and you know heâs the devil, with red horns and a sinister (smelly) aura.
âshhh, itâs okay. iâve got you.â he shushes, petting your hair and pressing little kisses to your face everywhere but your lips. you reluctantly nuzzle into the puppy affection, face scrunching up, hands going to gently tug him closer to you. his eyes glisten with satisfaction, before pushing you back onto your back and opening your legs.
âhold them for me, kay?â he cooâs, leading your hands to hold you knees against your chest. you nod without a word, your ankles in the air by your head as you hold yourself open for the love-sick psycho on top of you. one hand glides up and down your folds, collecting your slickness on his fingers, brushing against your sensitive clit barely.
his other hand undresses himself swiftly, eager to sink himself inside your warmth. he pulls his robe and armor, leaving him in tight briefs that hug his cock, the large bulge obvious. he was hard as a rock after edging you.
a small whimper leaves your throat as he rubs his thick tip against your wet hole, watching as it clenches down, begging for him to push in nice and deep. he cooâs softly at the sight, grinning at the lewd sight and how soaked you were for him.
âyou want me in your little pussy, baby?â he mumbles, one hand rubbing his cock against you, the other keeping your robe bunched up above your waist. the sight of you in his robe with blood on your face and hands aroused him more then he thought was possible.
âyes please,â you cry desperately, trying to press your needy body against his in a pleading attempt for friction. he tuts, his hand going to rub your belly. âwant me in here? warming up your lilâ belly with my big cock? yeah?â he laughs meanly.
you cry out softly as he slides his tip in, gasping in relief at the small sensation before frowning in shock as he immediately pulls back. his cocky expression doesnât go unnoticed by you, but you canât say youâre too surprised. he was known for being a horrible tease, never letting you fully enjoy the experience.
âstop being mean, danny!â you whine, tugging at his dark hair, scowling up at him. he might just cum from your pretty face and tugs on his hair alone, like a pathetic teenage boy.
âugh, such a party pooper.â he murmured, not giving you a moment to process his words before he fully sheathes himself into you, a deep growl coming from his throat as his cock is tightly squeezed. his hands claw at your sides, pulling you impossibly closing, grinding his hips into your soft body and trying to push deeper even if it wasnât feasible.
your breath is knocked out of your lungs, clenching down hard as his cock bullies itself into your tight pussy. you whimper pathetically, feeling the burn as you melt into his body. even with the pain, the feeling of him sliding into you was always so euphoric. it brought a sense of relief and goosebumps, feeling him stretch you out so intensely.
âyeah? keep telling me about it.â he snickers in response to your panting and incoherent mumbles, nuzzling his nose into yours, offering a sense of platitude. he hums softly and rolls his hips into yours, not pulling out one bit, instead rubbing his cock into your walls deeply. your noises only drive him more motivated to ruin you.
after a few long minutes of him rutting into you like an animal in heat, he finally pulls out briefly before he slams back into you, making you cry out and tighten your hold him you. he huffs under his breath, digging his palms into your soft flesh, focusing his eyes on the sight of his cock disappearing into your tight hole over and over again.
the sight is erotic, you limp underneath him with your legs spread wide, his thick cock beating your pussy walls punching your cervix sore, blood in your hands with some saliva from messy kisses slathered on your lips and chin. your eyes are dazed as each thrust has your brain flying around in your little head, your body being pressed harder into the cold flooding underneath you.
âthat feels good?â he rasps, slightly out of breath from the exercise, his hips not stopping for a single second. he was hell bent on using your pussy well. he grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders, pushing himself deeper, groaning into your mouth at the more in-depth angle as he sloppily makes out with you.
little cries and whimpers are swallowed by him as he thrusts against you, battering your pussy with his cock, holding your body tightly and not letting you pull away. he pulls out before shoving each inch back in, his eyes rolling back at the tight sensation. the air is full of sweat and the room is scented with sex, the sound of squelching and slapping being the only thing audible. you were glad everyone else had been sacrificed, as screwed up as that is. it would be even more humiliating if someone walked in on danny using your pussy like a fleshlight.
âyessss,â you cry out desperately, little hands clawing at his neck to pull him in for another desperate kiss, the both of you moaning into each others mouth. itâs sloppy and brutal, his pace, your noises being swallowed by each other. all you can think about is how good it feels to have him inside you and shape your walls for him, to have him so close and squishing you into the ground.
he gasps sharply as your body begins to clamp down on him, brows furrowing in focus as he rams into you over and over again. he can recognize when youâre about to orgasm, he knows you well by now, he knows by the way you tighten and your face scrunches up in bliss. his hand swipes from your waist to your clit, rubbing tight circles.
âcâmon, you wanna cum for me? wanna be a good little slut and squirt all over this cock? hurry the fuck up then,â he hisses lowly, stimulating your clit aggressively and making you weakly kick your legs, gasping for air at how overwhelmed you were. his other hand goes to grip your throat and squeeze at your air ways. your head goes numb and you feel drool come from your mouth and into your chin, lips parted dumbly as you lay there like a doll, being fucked hard.
âgod, youâre so fucking dumb, laying there like a stupid rag doll.â he growls, squeezing your throat a few extra times before snapping his hips forward one last time, a deep groan escaping his throat as he feels your cum squirt around his cock and drip out of your hole. a creamy white ring forms around his cock as he lazily thrusts, admiring the messy sight, a cocky grin tugging at his lips.
after a few long minutes of him torturing you, he finally cums deep inside of you. he pulls you close and whimpers into your neck, clawing at your soft skin and rolling his hips into yours. your skin is doughy and feels like his favorite pillow as he hugs you tight, humming weakly into your skin as your mixed cum leaks out around his cock.
âhowâre you feeling, doll?â he asks quietly, pulling back to gaze into your eyes. you offer a weak smile as he gives you a little peck, his hands going to wipe some stray tears before pulling away. he looks down at your used-pussy and smiles in pride, grinning.
âyeah, i messed her up realll bad, huh?â he chuckled, swiping a finger over your swollen hole and sensitive clit, giggling at how you jump. âso sensitive.â he mocks gently.
you nod weakly in response, too out of it to process his words fully. he coos and scoops you up, gently petting your hair and fixing your panties and robe, nuzzling his nose into yours.
âletâs find you hatch, kay?â he squishes your cheeks lovingly, smiling.
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Spencer Reid x Reader Headcanons - Mutual Pining
(requested by anon and @khyleereads for my New Year's Celebration)
The first time Spencer lays eyes on you he is absolutely blown away by your beauty. With every day passing it becomes harder for him to form coherent sentences around you.
Whenever you're sitting close to him or casually touch his arm his cheeks take on a lovely rosy shade and his heart almost jumps out of his chest.
He pays attention whenever you mention details from your personal life. Even though the team agreed to not profile each other he can't help it when it comes to you.
More than anything in the world he loves to see your smile. Whenever he manages to make you laugh he couldn't be happier himself.
He notices instantly when you're having a bad day. Even though he has a hard time articulating his feelings he deeply cares about you and always tries to show you that he is there for you.
He makes it a habit to bring you coffee and little treats on long work days. Sometimes he even takes a couple of your files to help you with your paperwork.
The whole team notices long before the two of you that you are perfect for each other.
The issue is that even though Spencer is nice to you, you notice quickly that he barely ever talks to you and often looks away when you try to make eye contact. It takes you a long time to realize that the usually so eloquent doctor seems to be shy around you.
Even when you very obviously start flirting with him he still doesn't get the hint. Somehow he convinces himself that you're just being friendly.
The truth is that Spencer is terrified of ruining your friendship if he confesses his feelings. It becomes clear that you'd have to be the one to take the first step.
When you finally get a moment with him alone and take your chance to kiss him, it takes him almost too long to reciprocate the kiss because he is so shocked. But when he finally does, your kiss turns into the best thing you have ever experienced.
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