#i was already getting ready to fight him about it lol
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Oshigoto LDH
"who is your oshi in LDH?"
Ryoga: (Komori) Hayato
Makidai: (Yagi) Masayasu
Kenchi: Someone from our actor division, (Hirakawa) Yuzuki chan
Alan: my oshi? Hmmm....my oshi is quitting tho....
Kenchi: STOP ITTT are you really saying that..!!!
Taiki: you're not fit for livestream!
Alan: ok ok for real, my oshi are SG5!
Taiki: That's not good too!!! This show can't be archived if you keep saying graduating artists!
Kenchi: They changed their name recently!!!! You're doing this on purpose aren't you! (LOL)
#banantxt#exile txt#exile tribe#LMAO ALANNNNNNN#sg5 is now f5ve apparently!!#also i cant believe taiki didnt say who his oshi was#i was already getting ready to fight him about it lol
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@fushiglow hmmâŠ.wonder who iâd draw this for all of a sudden and why⊠đ€đ€
#your reblog surprised me#THREE BUNS SUGURU (STAR WARS ER JUST FOR YOU!)#theyre covering riko or smt and smuggling her places (??)#drawing this i was like âoh suguruâs curses in a star wars environment should be robots and stuff#so this suguru is a mecanic (he makes them from scrappy parts people have thrown out#and trash materials (and hard work đ)#diy pokemon#because what is the cursed energy people are letting out if not junk theyre letting go of#so yeah ; basic geto takes shit and turns it useful#i do realise thats already very generic for star wars (junk robots junk robots!) but like. yknow. this guy takes shit people wouldnt bother#trying to sell. miam. junk of the junk. geto my favourite recycling bin you were designed for a luxurious lifestyle clearly (gege not me!)#(and stuffâŠâŠâŠâŠ. but im lazy to put my vision in words rn hah..)#gojoâs probably a princess#(letâs not lie. hes basically a prince already (clan heir is a different look on him))#this made me want to write ?.??#problem is i dont remember much about star wars (watched it as a kid (we have the cds) appart from the very basic storyline⊠i forgot đ#then theres the jawaâs first appearance cuz for some reason they scared me and i am marked for life (THEYRE JUST SILLY LITTLE GUYS đđ))#thankfully i lowkey want to rewatch everything so these issues can be fixed#(unthankfully either way the chance of me writing anything is very slim BUT WE NEVER KNOW RIGHT)#(hashtag diverging your attention from that other older post is it working /j/j)#omg glo âi still didnt read balance (i think of it from time to time but im intimidated to read it because i know its right up my alley and#that i will love it and lately idk why but i need to ready myself emotionally to read peak fiction (this is so dumb but its true đđ))#my bad im rambling lol#WAIT FUCK SAME THING FOR BUNNYâS RECENT THINGY THAT GOT IN MY AO3 UPDATE MAIL#A LOVE STORY TOLD THROUGH THE LENS OF A THIRD PARTY MY BELOVED#(itsg ive searchef for these types of stories in advanced search before#AND NOW THAT I HAVE SOME BY AUTHORS I ALREADY ADORE .. IM- I SEE THEM BUT. THEIR CONTENTS STAY A MYSTERY. IS THIS MY BODY SUBCONSCIOUSLY FI#FIGHTING THE TEAR LOSS I WOULD GET??? IS THIS MFING [BALLING-MY-EYES-OUT] PREVENTION !? WITHOUT MY PERMISSION..!? TCH!)#my bad. ramble again o7 â see ya glo !#wip
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Eternal gales isat au except Bloom is the one looping and she never fucking escapes due to the curse of being 9 years old. Oh and also the middle aged woman actively sabotaging her at every step of the way ig
#rat rambles#eternal gales#for context in the main version of the au I have au aris as loop and as such in any swapped looper hypotheticals their loops would be their#au antag counterpart and just so happens bloom has by far the worst one to be stuck with#all the other au antags would play varying degrees of nice but au bloom very much Would Not.#au bloom's whole motivation in canon eg was kickstarted by their original universe being destroyed after all#and to have that happen after being stuck in timeloop hell? she would Not be ready to let the universe fuck her over without a fight#and this is only one drop in the bucket of many Many reasons that bloom would have a unquely fucked up and horrific time if she was looping#fydd wouldn't have a great time either but I do think au fydd would be nicer to him no matter how low that bar is#au fydd would be incredibly unstable and angry but he wouldn't necessarily blame fydd for that I think#seeing his literal younger self go through what had broken him as a teenager would probably get him to try to keep it together#he'd understand theyre both victims that got massively fucked over#au sier would probably get closest to loop in terms of helpfulness but probably still less helpful if that gives you any idea of how#useless these fuckers would be like even the ones who would legitimately try would just sorta suck at it I think#owl in particular would probably be Way too stuck in the playing mysterious zone to be very helpful#au fydd just wouldn't know shit nor know how to go about explaining shit#au aris would be very very distant with their advice and take a very mia appreach to things (take a clost look at your evidence esc)#au mase would be dead silent 99% of the time#and as said au bloom would be actively sabotaging everything at any chance she could get#now aris and sier are so nicies to me by having au antags that already have easy loop names#owl already altered her name in canon after all and while uni isnt here au aris can still borrow their name#thank god sier isnt the main character here if the act 6 twist was revealed with sier awf owl full name drop thatd be horrible lol#isat spoilers#justttt realized that I should add that. thats what happens when you post at 4 am ig#speaking of time to pass out
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Babysitter - Part 1
Pairing: dad!Toji x babysitter!reader
Rating: Explicit â MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~1.7k
cw: age gap (reader is 21, Toji is in his 30s), language, cheating, smut â PIV sex (doggy style), breeding kink, daddy kink
Summary: You're hired to babysit little Megumi for the summer, but you end up taking care of his father, Toji, as well.
Authorâs Notes: This is repost from my old blog! I initially got this as a request and it became my first Toji fic ever, and certainly not my last lol. I'm posting this again because I actually wrote a Part 2, check it out! Thanks for reading! Divider credit to @/fic-dumpster.
You stand in front of a quaint house, checking your watch for the time. Itâs been almost ten minutes now since you knocked, no answer. You gave the number from the listing a call, still nothing. Rolling your eyes, you take a seat on the steps leading to the door, waiting.
Itâs the summer before you head back to university for your senior year. In an attempt to make some extra cash, you took a job as a babysitter through local ads in the paper. The first two clients were completely normal; this one is already leaving a bad taste in your mouth.Â
Fifteen minutes have passed. You try once more, pounding on the door with your fist as loud as you can. Heel turned, ready to leave, it suddenly swings open, revealing a muscular man with black hair, glaring at you. âWhat the fuck do you want?âÂ
You step back, startled by his intimidating presence. Stuttering, you answer, âIâm the babysitter.â
He continues to stare at you, eyes following your body up and down, studying it. âBabysitter?â
Before you can explain any further, you hear a car rolling into the driveway. A woman in professional attire steps out quickly. âIâm so sorry Iâm late!â She rushes towards you, holding her hand out to shake yours. âWe spoke on the phone. I got stuck in traffic, Iâm so sorry.â
You smile at her. âItâs okay.â
She faces the man, expression switching from cheery to dreary in an instant. âToji, where is Megumi?â
He scratches his head. âHuh?â
âMegumi. Our child.â
He sighs. âRight. Uh, Iâll go get him.âÂ
While heâs gone, the woman pulls you aside, speaking in a hushed voice. âThatâs Toji, my husband and Megumiâs father. Unfortunately, heâs a complete deadbeat. Thatâs why I want to hire you. I started my new job and I need someone to take care of Megumi while Iâm gone during the day.â
She swallows hard, blinking to fight off oncoming tears. âI have no one. Iâve been shunned by my family, my husband doesnât give a shit about ours, and Iâm all alone trying to give Megumi a good life. I know this is a lot to ask, but Iâm desperate. This is just until I can save enough money to hire a full-time nanny.â
She grips onto your wrist with both her hands, begging for help. Truthfully, itâs a lot to unravel, more drama than you anticipated. But the anguish in her eyes tugs at your heartstrings. Plus, knowing itâs temporary doesnât make it seem so difficult. How bad can it be? âOkay. Iâll do it.â
Relief washes over her. âOh thank god. Thank you. Thank you. Letâs go inside and I can give you a tour.â She leads you through the entrance, removing her shoes as you follow her. âOh, and one more thing.â
âSure.â
âToji is home most of the day, but heâs always couped up in his room, doing god knows what. Just leave a meal or two outside his door twice a day. That should be enough.â
âHuh?!âÂ
She glances at you with a nervous smile on her face. âYeah. I told you, heâs good for nothing.â
You donât respond while you maneuver through the house, barely paying attention while she shows you around. It almost sounds like youâll be babysitting two childrenâŠ
~~~
The first two weeks of your new job go by smoothly. Megumi is an adorable baby; heâs almost two-years-old with hair as black as his fatherâs. While he never really smiles, he doesnât cry either, expression usually stern, unless he needs a diaper change. Heâs self-sufficient, always immersed by his own toys until itâs time to eat. Overall, heâs easy.Â
Toji, on the other hand, is another story.Â
You follow his wifeâs instructions, leaving two meals outside his door, breakfast and lunch. And this asshole has the audacity to critique it! The bread wasnât toasted enough. The eggs were too runny. There wasnât enough seasoning on the meat. All this criticism while each plate is licked clean, not a crumb to spot. Heâs never even uttered a simple thank you.Â
But what he lacks in social skills or personality, he makes up for in his physique. In between meals, he works out in the living room lifting weights, doing push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups at the frame of the door. It lasts for over an hour, and by the end of it, heâs shirtless, dripping with sweat. Youâve done everything in your power to avoid staring but it doesnât prevent your mind from conjuring all types of lewd thoughts about him. Youâre ashamed to admit that he is physically attractive, only because everything else about him is utter trash. Still, it doesnât hurt to look, right?
On the third week, thereâs a shift in energy between you two. When he isnât working out or going out to meet with his sketchy friends, heâs usually couped up in his bedroom, ignoring you and Megumi. This morning, he actually joins you in the kitchen. You stare blankly at him, stunned by his sudden appearance. Megumi is unfazed by his father as he tries to pull your wrist towards him to get a spoonful of mushed up peas.Â
When he catches you, Toji glares. âWhat?â
âUm, nothing. Just surprised to see you here.â You clear your throat, focusing back on the baby.Â
He rolls his eyes. âThis is my house. I can do whatever I want.â
âYes, of course. Sir.â
For some reason, this triggers him. He stands up abruptly, stepping to you, leaning his face towards yours. The scar on the corner of his lip twitches when he gives you a wicked grin. âThatâs right. Iâm in charge here.â
You flinch from him, scared, maybe even slightly aroused. Heâs intense, thatâs for sure. But part of you finds it exhilarating to be in his presence.Â
Megumi whines for more food, to which Toji grabs the utensil from your hands to start feeding him. âDamn kid, heâs hungry all the fucking time.â
You sit up in your seat, regaining your composure. âYou shouldnât curse in front of children.â
He faces you, chuckling. âCurse? Seriously? What are you, five?â
You cross your arms, answering, âIâm twenty-one.â
âInteresting.â Thereâs that naughty smirk again, as if heâs thinking something obscene in that twisted head of his. And while you should be turned off, youâre not. You squeeze your legs together, pussy throbbing between your thighs. And of course, he notices this. He must, because he leans forward, lips grazing your ear, whispering, âCome by my room whenever Megumi is taking his nap. Thatâs an order.â
~~~
This is bad. Very, very bad.Â
You're supposed to be better than this. Clearly, you arenât, because youâre currently getting railed by your employerâs husband while his child sleeps peacefully in the next room.
âFuck, this pussy is tight,â he groans, pumping his thick cock in and out of you. Youâre bent over the edge of the bed, his hips smacking against your ass as he thrusts into you. Heâs got a tight grip on your hips, nails digging into your flesh, pounding away at your greedy pussy, absolutely drenched with arousal and lube. Your face is sticky with perspiration, pillow soaked with sweat and drool. Itâs a fucking mess, but it doesnât matter, because all you can think about is Toji fucking you until youâre seeing stars. Until your head is empty and nothing but his fat cock is occupying your thoughts.
âGod, youâre squeezing me so fucking hard, princess. You gonna come again?â
You nod erratically, reaching your fingers to your clit. He smacks it away, doing it himself, his thumb flicking against your swollen bud. âFucking come on my cock then. Make it nice and creamy for me, got it?â
His cock is buried deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot over and over until you unravel, gushing around him once more. Youâve lost count on how many orgasms youâve had in this short amount of time.Â
After your climax, he doesnât pull out, fucking you even rougher. Your body is pliant around him, yielding to his every touch like putty. Youâve lost control of yourself, completely enraptured in the intense pleasure he surrounds you with.Â
He leans forward, chest pressed to your back, lips brushed to your ear. âIâm gonna knock you up. Give Megumi a little brother or sister. Would you like that?â Heâs crazy. Completely unhinged. Absolutely fucking psycho.Â
âFuck yes, I want that,â you moan. âGive it to me, daddy. Breed me.âÂ
And apparently, so are you.Â
âOh fuck yeah, take my fucking cum then,â he growls. The bed creaks violently below you, his backshots brutal and frantic now, cock desperate for release. âIâm gonna get you fucking pregnant. Make you mine.â
He shoots his hot load inside you, stuffing you full of his cum. He doesnât stop until heâs fucked it deeper into your pussy, watching with that sexy look on his face as his creamy cum leaks out of your slit.
Lifting you up to lay comfortably on the bed, he rolls beside you, kissing you sloppily until Megumiâs whimpers blare through the baby monitor, indicating that heâs awake. Toji laughs, smacking your ass as you crawl over him to return to your real job.Â
~~~
You spend the remainder of your summer employed at the Fushiguro household until you have to go back to school. You and Toji continue to fuck each other silly every day that youâre working.Â
The day before you leave for college, you say your goodbyes to the family. Megumiâs mom, who remains blissfully unaware of your sins, hugs you tightly. âThank you so much for all your help. Iâve finally saved enough money to afford a full-time nanny, so weâll be fine.âÂ
âIt was my pleasure. I had a lot of fun. With Megumi,â you clarify, avoiding Tojiâs gaze as he watches from the kitchen.Â
âSeriously. Youâre a good person. I hope you know that.â She smiles, truly grateful. âAnd thank you for taking care of my good for nothing husband too.â
As the guilt of this dirty, filthy secret eats away at you, Toji stares at you from across the room, smirking.Â
#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#toji smut#toji x you#toji fushiguro smut#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut
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rafe cameron
âtake it from him and i leave him with nothingâ
summary- john b cheats on you with sarah cameron you get revenge by getting with her brother
warning- DUBCON, sex under the influence, raw sex (wrap it folks), drinking, smoking, partying, fighting, sex tape (reader knows hes recording but doesnt know he sent it to her ex), semi public beach house sex, meanish pussy drunk rafe lol
you took a hit of your pen, gently coughing from the amount you just inhaled. you were currently in your boyfriends room, confronting him. you had caught john b cheating on you with sarah cameron, kook princess and someone you thought was your friend.
âcan you not do that in my room? take this seriously.â john b said swiping his hands in the air to get rid of the cloud puffs floating. you scoffed, the audacity.
âi dont give a fuck about what youre asking for me to do right now john b, you cannot be for real about me taking this seriously.â
âi dont know what to tell you, she was going through something. she needed me.â john b gave his bullshit excuse which made you even more angry.
âwhat about me, did you even think about me for one bit before you decided to fuck her ?â you screamed at him, getting up from the couch ready to leave the room. as you have your hand on handle, john b grabs it. his large hand covers yours.
âi love you.. pleaseâ he pleads, eyes getting wetter.
âdont touch me with that dirty ass hand john b, i shouldve known. no matter how much i showed my love for you, no matter how much i cared. you will always choose her.â you gritted through your teeth.
âi-â
âno, its okay. im done with this shit.â your voice cracks and you slam the door in front of john b's face, driving away with tears blurring your vision.
AT THE PARTY
you strut your way into the party, the annual bonfire that happens the same week every year. you grab a pink solo cup and fill it to the brim with jungle juice. you had already pregamed before and begged your friend to drive you here, laughing at yourself when you caught yourself tripping over the pile of beer cans on the floor. obvious that you were feeling the effects of the weed and alcohol combining.
you were tired, physically and mentally, you couldnt deal with anyones bullshit anymore. especially after what happened earlier in the day, you just needed a break.
âwhat are you doing here ?â you heard a voice question from behind, you turned and saw rafe cameron looking at you up and down.
âoh hey rafey, nothing honestly just trying to forget shit you know ?â you down the rest of your drink and turn again to retrieve another cup. before you can take a sip out of it, it gets knocked down by rafe. who angrily walks over to john b and sarah cameron who were conversing with each other in the corner.
oh shit
âthe fuck are you doing bro? chill.â john b says and backs up. sarah tries to intervene by calling his name and you just stand there interested in what was about to happen.
âyou feel good about yourself ??â rafe pushes john b, getting ready to instigate a fight. you fight the urge to run up and defend your man. but you stayed still.
this is what he deserves
sarah cameron stops her brother in his tracks and tries to stop him, he ignores her.
oh yeah try to get him to stop, cheater.
âlooks like you got my sloppy seconds... good luck with that. shes a real handfulâ john b insensitively says, rafe continues his way toward him. and within a second throws a hard punch to his face. john b falls to the ground and rafe looks over him.
âyou like that shit johnny ? huh ?â he moves and hovers over john b's body, and continues to beat him unconscious. kiaras dad finally pulls them apart, and you walk over to rafe checking to see if he was okay. sarah starts to angrily push rafe, but he doesnt budge.
âsarah you better stop that shit before you end up on the ground just like john b.â you glared at her angrily and pushed her away before gently grabbing rafes arm and walking away with him.
âŠâŠ..
âjeez rafe you really fucked him upâŠâ you said while wiping the blood off his knuckles with disinfectant. he winces when you finishes it off with ointment.
âyeah i dont know what i was thinking, i just.. its just that he pisses me off so much an-â rafe drunkingly rambled, you hesitated. but then losing to your own thoughts you grab his face and kiss him. you quickly pull away fluttering your lashes, mouth slightly open. taking short deep breaths in and out, nothing but the sound of waves crashing could be heard.
âfuck im sorry.â your voice cracked, tears forming in your eyes. you even shocked yourself with that action, moving your hand from your face you fidget with your bikini top. rafe then gently grabs your face and makes eye contact, kissing back but with more passion. everything in the room starts to blur and your focus is only on him. he pulls away and begins to hover over you. cornering you further into the plush couch.
ânah donât apologize.. just kiss me backâ rafe whispers into your ear making his way down to your neck, giving it light kisses and sucks. his hands wander around your body, you begin to grow desperate and grind yourself onto his thigh, hands rubbing his back. you grabbed his hair to pull him closer to you, he groans in response.
"you dont understand how badly i want you.." he kisses you deeper.
"..how badly i wanted to do this." he backs up and takes off his shirt, his abs and buff body glistening from the ocean water combined with the low light of the moon. he lowers himself and his hands reach for your bottoms, untying them then tossing them onto the floor.
your breathing hitches when you feel his cool breath on your pussy, rafes arms grab at your thighs and spread your legs open.
"oh fuckkk" you lightly moaned when you felt his tongue on your clit making slow but rough licks. rafe laughs and moans into you, sending vibrations throughout your whole body. he looks up at your and makes eye contact with your glossy glazed over eyes.
"you taste so fucking good." he continues to lap at your juices, you looked at the blonde. dazed and memorized by how pretty he was. forgetting all your worries and troubles because of how good he worked his mouth. it was over for you when you felt his fingers prod at your entrance.
the combination of his long thick fingers sliding in and out of your wet pussy and his mouth on your clit drove you over the edge.
"fuck, you gonna cum f'me? please cum baby." he slurps and fingers you faster, your chest heaves up and down before you cum all over his face and make a mess. but rafe doesnt stop there, he removes his fingers and uses both his arms to hold your legs open. continuing to eat you out.
"oh my go- fu- please.. too much! rafe please sto-" you mewl trying to close your legs to no avail.
"uh uh stay still f'me" rafe tuts, eventually he stops and gets up, his mouth and chin dripping with your juices. he grabs your jaw and kisses you before taking off his shorts, the classic calvin klein banding accentuates his v line and you could see his bulge.
you sit up and your fingers hook at the band and pull his boxers down, immediately his cock springs up and hits his stomach. your eyes widened.
"its not gonna fit." you say, his tip is leaking with precum and you fight the urge to swallow him whole right then and there.
"dont worry it will." his hand pushes you back down and he uses his knees to spread your legs. rafe starts to rub himself up and down your pussy, circuling his tip around your clit. and you let out a satisfied hum. he was fighting the urge to just shove himself completely inside you and fuck you deep into the couch. rafe eyes your phone, and leans over to grab it.
he hovers the phone over your face and unlocks it, opening your messages app. he clicks on john bs contact and sees that he left 30+ texts, laughing at the idiot rafe then clicks on the camera feature.
ârafe w-what are you doing?" you asked, closing your legs shyly. your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"dont worry, just trust me." rafe responds, leaning down to kiss you sloppily before he pressed record on the camera. using his free hand to push your thighs apart he moves the camera closer to your bodies, your lower body and his are in view. rafe then uses his fingers to spread your lips, showing the camera your slick. he slides two fingers inside you and gives it a few pumps before he removed them.
"open up f'me." he gently taps your cheek and slides the two fingers into your now open mouth. his long fingers caressing your tongue, automatically you start to suck his fingers. cleaning them.
"thats it... good job baby." he admires the way your plump swollen lips wrapped around his fingers, at this point his cock was aching in need to pump you full of his cum. he must have you.
"please rafe.. need you." you whined and looked up at him, watery eyed and pupils blown. you desperately moved your hips, and thank god he started to rub your aching pussy with his cock again. the both of you were hungry and needy. gentle whines filled the room, and rafe eventually slid himself in.
"oh fuck." rafe dragged out, slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside you.
"youre so tight, holy shit. mmmmm." bottoming out he stayed there for a moment to let you adjust. he was so long and thick, you felt every vein on it in your walls. you seriously had nothing to say, no words could have been let out to describe what you were feeling right now. pure ecstasy.
the both of you continued to say nothing as rafe sped up, drilling harder and faster into your wet pussy. his balls slapping against you ass, nothing could be heard besides moaning and the sound of his rough thrusts. you could barely see anything aside from rafes figure but you were sure that his back and biceps were now covered in scratch marks from you. the bright flash of the camera blinding you, you've never been filmed like this before. and the thought of you being slut out on camera made you even more wet.
"such a good fucking slut for me, youre takin' me so well." his free hand gripping tight on the fat of your hips to guide himself against your sweet spot.
"oh FUCK!" you let out a combination of a moan and scream when he continued to hit that spot, the knot in your stomach growing tighter.
"does your ex fuck you like this?" he slows down his pace, but you were too fucked up to respond.
"huh?" he asked and slid out just to snap hips back into you bringing you back to reality.
"no! oh fu- youre so much bigger.." you moaned, your pussy leaving a white ring at the base of rafes cock.
"yes yes yes. ah!" you whined when he sped up, which you didnt think was possible. rafe was pounding you so hard you were seeing stars. your hand went to cover your mouth but rafe slapped it away, and put it on your lower stomach.
"dont do that i wanna hear you moan f'me."
"you feel that?" rafe asked, you could see his cock bulging from your stomach.
"god- squeezing me so fucking tight..." rafe grunted, and lowered his hand to rub circles on your clit. your mouth slack and open, boobs bouncing up and down from rafes thrusts.
rafe wasnt even sure if he was getting all of this on frame, he was jackhammering into you like he hated you. he relished in the way your cunt clenched around him like you were made for him. and he was sure you were. all perfect, pretty and stupid for him.
"rafe i feel like im gonna pee, stop!" you screamed out and gripped his bicep. your stomach burned in pleasure and you felt like it was going to explode.
"pl-please oh my god, oh... my"
"thats it baby, squirt all over my fucking cock. youre so pretty like this." your eyes started water even more, he was fucking you so good you stared crying. overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions and feelings.
"so cute when you cry for me, if you keep doing that im gonna cum inside you." embarrassed you turn your head away and shake your head, the squelching and sight of your cunt was so sloppy and messy. rafe gripped your jaw and forced you to look at the camera.
"open your eyes sweetheart, keep looking at me." his fingers made their way down to your throat and squeezed.
"fuck." he whimpered, rafe has never done that before. the both of you were shocked but youve never been turned on this much.
"mmm keep doing that, you sound so fucking hot rafe." you urged him.
"im gonna cum, can i cum inside you? please baby" he begged, his thrusts becoming less controlled.
"yes, fuck. i need you to fill me right now. i wanna see your cum dripping out of me, breed me." the both of you were whiney, your cheeks were wet and your legs were shaking and sore.
"shit, you are so perfect.. this pussys so p-perfect." rafes body was tired, rutting into you like you were nothing but a fleshlight. his tip twitching inside you before he came deep into your cervix, making sure to push every ounce of his seed inside you before pulling out. and filming your dripping cunt before he ended the video.
rafe didnt have evil intentions but he wanted to let john b know what he lost, who would want to miss out on a girl like you?
*attached video*
"shes busy rn bro"
5 hours later you were laying next to a knocked out rafe, finally sobering up you went to check your phone. the most recent message being from none other than your ex.
why is he spam texting me?
"what the fuck? youre such a bitch" the text read, confused and curious you decided to scroll up. only to get surprised by a video of you and rafe from earlier. you dropped the phone in shock and turned to see rafe who woke up from the sudden sound. you picked your phone back up and shoved the phone into rafes face.
âwhat the fuck is this rafe?!"
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Girl, Interrupted
summary: Eddie crashes by your home when you least expected, but everything happens for a reason, right?
wc: 1.8k
cw: PURE SMUT (MDNI 18+), basically no plot, friends to fwb?, oral (f receiving), Eddie is a tease, fairly bold reader lol, fingering, talk of p in v sex, hair pulling, orgasms idk let me know what else
a/n: my bestie bought me slutty pajamas for my birthday, and since I'm a hypothetical whore, this has been on my mind nonstop. Finally took a break from my spn series to write this down. This is the filthiest thing I've written to date but definitely short and sweet
Eddieâs jaw fell slack as the door opened before him. He knew he shouldnât have shown up to your place uninvited. Sure, you were his best friend, and of course, you had said he could come over whenever, but that never truly meant unannounced. He was already kicking himself for showing up as late as he did when you opened the door.
Your oh so short pajama shorts were the first thing that caught his eye, how your thighs spilled out beneath them, the cotton begging for relief. His eyes trailed higher to your tank top one size too small. The hem rested just above your midriff, the outline of your hips more prominent than he had ever seen. Your face was flush, pinks and reds lining your cheeks. He fought the urge to pinch himself, scared that he was dreaming, scared that heâd wake up to the absence of you and very real feelings emerging.
âEddie? What are you doing here?â you asked, your arms crossing over your chest. âI thought you had a date.â
Date, what date? Eddieâs mind was going numb. His brain was flatlining at the mere sight of you, more exposed to him than heâd ever seen you. Fight or flight kicked in, debating on whether to say something or just turn around and leave. He was almost sure he was not supposed to see you in this state.
âIâuhhâit didnât go well, so I cut it short. But I know you love the place, so I figured Iâd bring over the leftovers.â
âOh, sweet. Thank you.â
Eddie hesitated, scared to ask, but his interest piqued. âIs someoneâyouâre alone right now, right?â
Your eyebrows pinched together. You exhaled a dry laugh. âPlease, Iâm always alone. Come in. Tell me about your date.â
You ushered Eddie inside and settled into your couch. You pulled a blanket over you, and Eddie released a sigh. He couldnât believe the hold you suddenly had on him. It was like he was in high school again, ready to combust at the sight of a shoulder. At least with your legs covered, he was less inclined to think about spreading them.
âWas it really that bad?â you asked, drawing Eddie from his thoughts.
âShe was just so boring,â Eddie complained. âLike, thereâs nothing wrong with her, but it was like we were from different planets! She didnât know Metallica! How am I supposed to bond with someone when thereâs nothing to relate to?â
âDid you think of showing her?â
âShowing her what?â
âMetallica!â you laughed. âWouldnât that be kind of romantic, you know, to introduce that to her? Maybe tell her youâre in a band? Itâd be like showing her a whole new world. And maybe youâd get a groupie out of it.â
Eddie swatted at the air. âItâs not worth it. We were both bored. And it was clear she wasnât looking to rock with a guitarist.â
âOh, I highly doubt that.â
âYou didnât meet her. Sheâs pristine, a Chrissy Cunningham type. Meant to be with a lawyer or some shit.â
You leaned in closer to Eddie, your blanket sliding down your thighs. âThose are the girls who fantasize about guys like you the most. Those girls on the straight and narrow, the ones who seemed destined to be sweet stay-at-home moms or perfect career women, those are the ones who dream of just one night doing something they never thought they could. Something so wild that when theyâre taking their kids to soccer practice, or their âperfect husbandâ is asleep on the recliner while they're doing the dishes, they can think back to that wild night when they fucked a rockstar.â
Eddieâs lip trembled as chills coursed through his body. You leaned back against the couch and shrugged like what you said was nothing. You had to be on something, he decided. Never had you been so frank when the topic of sex came up. Your face was still flushed with color, and you couldnât seem to find a comfortable position on the couch, shifting yourself from one side to the other to no specific rhythm. Heat radiated off of you, though you werenât known to be the furnace between the two of you. Something struck Eddie as so foreign but so familiar as he took you in.
âWould you fuck a rockstar?â Eddie found himself saying.
Heat rose to your cheeks. âDo I seem like one of those straight-and-narrow girls to you?â
âThatâs not what I asked,â Eddie said, a newfound confidence overtaking him. âYou came up with that way too fast to act like you donât think of it, too. So, would you fuck a rockstar?â
You bit your lip and shifted in your seat. You huffed into the couch. âWouldnât anyone?â
âWhy so shy all of a sudden?â Eddie asked, egging you on. âYouâve been squirming since I got here, sweetheart. Is something on your mind?â
Your eyes trailed from his eyes to his lips, then back to his eyes. âTonight is not the night to ask me that.â
âWhy is that?â Eddie chuckled. âWere you in the middle of something? Was something left unfinished when I so rudely interrupted? And now all you can think about is the ache between your legs?â
You shuddered at his words. âEddie,â you said, your voice shaking.
âI could help you.â Eddie leaned closer, his words almost a whisper. âBecause I may not be a rockstar, but Iâm sure I could give you the night of your life.â
Your breath hitched in your throat. âDonât tease me. Itâs not funny.â
âNo oneâs laughing.â Eddie pulled the blanket back, his hands resting on your thighs. Your legs slightly opened on instinct. âWhat kind of friend would I be, huh? If I didnât at least offer?â
Eddie didnât know where this bravado came from, but he didnât care. All he knew was the longer you looked at him like that, the harder he got.
You grabbed him by his shirt and forced his lips on yours. Nothing soft or sweet came from your lips. You were needy and desperate, clinging to him like he was the air in your lungs.
The urgency shocked Eddie, but he quickly found your rhythm. He smirked against your lips as he pulled his jacket off. His hands snaked from your thighs to your hips to your ass, lifting you onto his lap. You groaned into his mouth as he rolled you against him.
He was sure he was dreaming now. Only there did he ever picture you above him, grinding your hips into his. Only there did he imagine you moaning from his touch. But never were his dreams this vivid, this real, this fucking good.
He pulled you from him and pushed you back onto the couch. You whined at the loss of contact. Heâd never seen your eyes so dark, so lustful, so hungry for him.
He slid down to the floor onto his knees and pulled you to the edge of the couch. âYou still want my help, sweetheart?â
You nodded emphatically.
âI need to hear you, baby. Say it.â
âPlease help me, Eddie. I need you. Please.â
âAtta girl.â
You lifted yourself up as Eddie pulled your shorts down your legs. Eddieâs cock jumped at the sight of you. He bit his lip to maintain what little composure he had left.
âAww, your poor little pussyâs just as needy as you, isnât she?â He spread your knees apart, the cold metal on his fingers sending chills up your spine. The throbbing between your legs only intensified, a small whimper escaping your lips.
Eddie couldnât wait any longer. There was no time for teasing, no time to explore. You needed him, and he was going to deliver.
He dove into your aching pussy like a man starved. You jumped at the contact, your hands flying to his hair. His tongue worked overtime, kitten-licking your clit before diving in for more.
âYou taste so good, sweetheart,â he said, smiling against you. You moaned in response, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him closer.
Your sounds turned him on even more, searching for his own release as he rubbed himself against the couch. His mind was in a daze, in utter disbelief that anyone could look so perfect for him with your legs spread and your back arched. Your chest rose and fell to the rhythm of his tongue, and your lips formed a perfect âoâ. Oh, how Eddie wanted to feel your lips around his cock. How youâd sink down on him, your perfect innocent mouth being completely sinful just for him.
He placed a finger at your entrance and pumped in and out, his thumb now circling your clit. Your head fell back. âGod, yes, Eddie. Just like that.â
âI need you to do something for me, baby,â Eddie said as he added a second finger.
âWhaâwhatâs that?â you asked, breathless.
âI need you to tell me what you think of when you get off. Tell me what you were thinking of before I showed up at your door.â
âIâI oh god,â you shouted as Eddieâs lips found your clit. âIâI thought about you on your fucking date.â
âOh fuck,â Eddie groaned into your pussy, the vibrations shooting up your spine.
âI pictured you fucking her from behind, her skirt hiked up to her hips, her panties to the side as you fucked her in front of the bathroom mirror.â
âFucking CâChrist,â Eddie stuttered, his hips rutting into the couch faster. âKeep going.â
âThen it was me you were fucking. You grabbed me by the hair, so I could watch what you were doing to me,â you said, your voice shaking with every word. âEddie, please. Iâm close. Please.â
âCome on, baby. You can do it. Tell me what I was doing to you.â He was past dreaming at this point. He was sure this was heaven. Hearing your words had him reeling. He didnât want to stop, didn't know how to stop. He just knew he needed to see you come.
Your lip trembled. âYour hands were all over me, playing with my tits, your lips on my neck, andâand your big cock pounding into me over and oh-ver andâand Fuck! Eddie, donât stop! Please, please, please!â
Your orgasm crashed down on you, expletives and Eddieâs name on your lips. Eddie continued to pump his fingers in and out of you like a madman as he lapped up your cum.
âOh god, oh fuck!â he moaned against you.
You pushed his head off of you and caught your breath. Eddie took a breath, too, leaning back against his heels. You pulled him back up to you and kissed him, tasting yourself on your lips.
âThat⊠was so hot,â Eddie said, releasing a breath.
âCan it be my turn to help you?â you asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
Eddieâs cheeks rouged slightly, his eyes trailing to the growing wet spot on his jeans. âI had a turn already,â he said, guilt painting his words. He leaned in toward you, a devilish smirk joining his features. âBut Iâm not done with you. Not yet.â
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Falling for the Enemy (M)
Synopsis: Caught in a toxic relationship with a manipulative and cheating boyfriend, you find solace in his enemy, Donghyuck. What starts as a vengeful fling turns into something more, and old feelings start to re-surface.
Genre: enemies with benefits?, childhood friends fallout, slice of life, angst, a lot of fighting, fluffy end, SMUT MDNI!!
Warnings: swearing, haechan getting into a fight, please guys donât fight lol, helping clean up after a fight, jealousy, cunnilingus, blowjob, teasing, ex knowingly watching, no condom mentioned (stay safe yall), the pull out method (pls be safe), use of the words hot seed, cum, cock.
Word Count: 18.5k
A/N: Shout out to my lovely đanon for this one!! After some internet troubles, itâs finally out now :) Please let me know if there is anything funky about this (I write on google doc and copy and paste it on Tumblr and sometimes it fucks up the format or doubles paragraphs)
Marketing would be a fun class if it wasn't for the pain that decided to sit next to you every single class.Â
"Youâre no better than your stupid boyfriend!" Donghyuck's voice cut through the air, his tone filled with disgust.
"Just shut up!" you snapped, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. Why did he have to make things so awkward?
Donghyuck, or Haechan as he insisted on being called now, was someone you hadn't seen in years. You used to be close friends back in middle school, basically best friends. But then life happened, and you had to move away. You two were so young that you couldn't even stay in touch through social media. Only a promise that you two would find each other later on.Â
Now here you two were, reunited in college, but things were different. Haechan was no longer the sweet boy you once knew. He had turned into an arrogant jerk, who wouldnât shut the fuck up.Â
Throughout the class, you couldn't shake off the discomfort of sitting next to Haechan, especially after his rude outburst. But beneath the cocky smirk on his face, you couldn't shake off the feeling that missed your friend that was long gone.Â
You would never tell anyone that you missed your childhood friend. Especially not any of your new friends, who also hate him. Chenle, Jeno, and Jaemin all would jump at the chance to wipe that little smirk off his face.Â
Your best friend Chaeryeong was the only one who knew about your past with him. She's the only person who you could never lie to. She always had your back, so you will always have hers. Even if she hates your boyfriend, Jay.Â
Well, most of your friends hate your boyfriend... Jaemin has even tried to talk you into breaking up with Jay. But âpussied outâ as Chenle would say when he saw you were starting to tear up.
Jay was your first boyfriend. You learned how to deal with all of his flawsâŠEveryone has flaws so why is it so bad for him to have someâŠokay a lot of flaws. But heâs sweet to you!
You sat through the rest of the class with clenched fists, trying to focus on anything but the awkward tension that clung to the air between you and Haechan. His outburst still echoed in your mind, chewing at you. âYouâre no better than your stupid boyfriendâ.Â
Once everyone started to pack their bags, pulling you from your thoughts, you quickly gathered your things, hoping to escape before Haechan could throw another mocking remark your way. But, as expected, he would always be a little shit.
"Running away already?" Haechanâs voice was teasing, but there was something beneath it, something sharp that cut through the cocky tone. "Gonna run back to your little boyfriend."
You spun around, eyes glaring, ready to fire back, but then you caught Haechan's expression. It wasnât that usual smug grin he always wore. Instead, there was a hint of vulnerability that almost made you stop. Almost. But just like that, it disappeared, and he was back to his old self, smirking like nothing had happened. Typical.
"Maybe you should shut up for once, Donghyuck," you shot back, emphasizing his old name, hoping it would sting.Â
His smirk faltered. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but you saw it. Something about calling him âDonghyuckâ felt like a small victory. You were pretty sure the boy you once knew was entirely gone.Â
You turned on your heel and walked out of the classroom, leaving Haechan behind. As you made your way to the dining hall, you spotted Chenle and Jeno lounging on one of the benches, chatting. Seeing them made you feel more at ease. You needed a distraction. Anything to get your mind off that annoying encounter.
"Y/n! Over here!" Chenle called out, waving his arms dramatically. "Where's Jaemin?."
You shrugged, still shaken by your fight with Haechan. "I havenât seen him. Heâs probably sleeping through his class again."
"Or he got into another fight because of your boyfriend," Jeno added, his eyes holding a seriousness that made your stomach twist. You knew your friends didnât like Jay, but you wished they could just let it go.Â
"Can we not do this today," you muttered, dropping your bag next to Chenle and sinking onto the bench. You didnât have the energy to get into another debate about Jay right now.
Chenle nudged you playfully. "Come on, weâre just looking out for you. You deserve someone better than that guy."
"Yeah, someone who's not a total asshole," Jeno chimed in. "Like, seriously, what do you even see in him?"
You didnât answer. You couldnât. Instead, you stared off into the distance, your thoughts spiraling. It wasnât just about Jayâit was everything. The awkwardness with Haechan, the tension with your friends, the pressure to hold everything together when you felt like you were starting to unravel.
âHeâs sweetâŠâ You trailed off, your words sounding weak even to yourself. Was Jay sweet? Or was that just the version of him you had convinced yourself to see?
Chenle raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Sweet? Youâre joking, right? The same guy that has to approve your outfits when you go out."
You shot him a look, but he continued, persistent. "Iâm serious, Y/n. Thereâs âsweetâ and then thereâs whatever Jayâs doing to you. You deserve better."
Jeno, who had been scrolling through his phone, suddenly locked eyes with you. âYou think this is what loveâs supposed to feel like? Constant stress? Us having to break up fights Jaemin gets into because of Jay? You donât look happy.â
That last comment stung more than you expected like an arrow hitting its mark. Were you happy? Or had you just grown used to the chaos?
Your silence was telling, and your friends exchanged worried glances. Chenle let out a dramatic sigh and pulled out his phone, probably ready to change the topic, when you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. You didnât need to look up to know who it was.
âHey, whatâs up, guys?â Jaemin's voice was casual, but when he turned to you, his expression hardened a little bit. âJayâs looking for you again, Y/n. Heâs upset about something."
You felt your stomach drop. Of course, he was upset about something. Jay was always upset about something. And it was always your job to fix it, to calm him down, to make everything right.
Chenle clicked his tongue in disapproval. âSee? You canât even breathe without that guy hovering around. Heâs suffocating you.â
Jaemin sat down next to you, his tone softer now. âWeâre not trying to gang up on you, Y/n. But this⊠this isnât normal. Itâs not okay.â
You clenched your fists, feeling the weight of their words pressing down on you. You wanted to defend Jay, to tell them they didnât understand him the way you did. But deep down, you couldnât deny the truth of what they were saying.
âIâll talk to him,â you muttered, standing up. You didnât wait for their response as you walked away, feeling their eyes on your back. You knew they were worried, and maybe they had every right to be. But you couldnât just walk away from Jay. You didnât know how.
As you made your way toward the campus courtyard, your mind wandered back to the class with Haechan. You couldnât shake the image of his face when you called him Donghyuck. But you couldn't let it affect you. He probably did it on purpose so you would overthink and feel bad. Â
Lost in thought, you almost didnât notice when Jay appeared in front of you, his face twisted in frustration.
âWhere the hell have you been?â he snapped, his voice low but harsh. âIâve been calling you.â
Your stomach turned, and you immediately braced yourself for whatever fight was coming next. "I was in class. Whatâs wrong?"
Jay let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair. "You didnât tell me you were sitting next to him again." He spoke with clear disapproval, his gaze burning into yours.
âHim?â It took a moment before you realized he meant Haechan. âJay, itâs just class. The professor didnât let us pick where we could sit.â
âThatâs not the point, Y/n.â He stepped closer, his expression darkening. âI donât trust that guy, and I donât like you being around him.â
âJay, itâs not like thatââ
âIt better not be,â he cut you off, his voice laced with an edge that made your skin crawl. âHeâs a shitty person, heâs just trying to get to me.â
The words hung in the air. You knew Jay had a jealous streak, but this felt differentâdarker, more possessive. And for the first time, you felt a tinge of fear.
"IâI have to go," you said quickly, your heart pounding as you stepped back. You didnât wait for Jay to respond. You couldnât. Your feet moved on autopilot, moving away from him.Â
But as you hurried through the campus, a sinking feeling settled in your chest. You didnât know where you were running toâonly that you had to get away from yet another fight.Â
Choosing to buy some coffee, you push open the local cafĂ© on campus. The familiar chime of the cafĂ© door was a welcome sound, cutting through the fog of your jumbled thoughts. The smell of roasted coffee beans and fresh pastries welcomed you as you stepped inside. You spotted an empty table in the corner and made a beeline for it, craving to be away from everything. You ordered a simple iced latte, hoping the cool drink might calm you down.Â
As you waited for your coffee, you buried your face in your hands. Why did it always have to feel like this with Jay? Why did every conversation leave you feeling smaller, and more insecure about yourself? Your friends were right but you didnât know what to do.Â
But what could you do? You couldnât just walk away. You loved him⊠didnât you?
Before you could spiral any further, the barista called your name, pulling you from your thoughts. You grabbed your coffee and took a seat, letting the ice clink against the cup as you swirled it absently.Â
The door to the cafĂ© swung open again, noticing it was Haechan you hid your face with your hands. Not wanting to deal with him again.Â
He walked in, his eyes scanning the room before they landed on you. For a moment, he hesitated, then made his way over to your table.
âYouâre in my spotâ he stated, his tone sharp. You stared at him, unsure of what to say.
You hesitated for a moment, did you really want to start a fight right now? âI donât see your name on it.â
Haechan slid into the seat across from you, leaning back in his chair as if trying to gauge your mood.
âIâve never seen you here,â he started, running a hand through his hair. âWhatâs wrong?â
You blinked, caught off guard. This wasnât the Haechan you were used toâthe cocky, arrogant guy who seemed to enjoy making your life miserable. Where is the teasing?
âNone of your business,â you muttered, staring into your coffee cup, avoiding his gaze. The last thing you wanted was to bare your soul to Haechan of all people. You didnât need his pity, and you certainly didnât need him to insert himself into your problems. He would use any information to torment Jay, which would just start an even bigger fight between you two.Â
But Haechan wasnât easily deterred. âYou donât have to tell me, but Iâm not an idiot. You look like a kicked puppy.â
There he goes, mocking you even at your worst. But he caught you off guard by how well he could read you. To most people, you probably look like a tired college student, normal. But for some reason, Haechan could tell there was something wrong.Â
You shook your head. âWhy do you care, Haechan?â
He rolled his eyes, leaning forward on the table. âMaybe because itâs not fun to tease you when youâre already miserable.â
You flinched. His words struck deeper than you expected. Did it show that much? Did everyone see itâhow exhausted you felt, how tightly you were hurt from trying to keep everything together? You opened your mouth to retort, but no words came out.
Haechan sighed, looking away for a moment before meeting your eyes again.Â
âHaechan.â The barista called out.Â
Haechan got up and grabbed his drink before asking something you couldnât make out. You watched him as he left, not sparing you another glance.Â
You sighed out, of course, he doesn't care. Heâs probably high on seeing you this miserable.Â
But before you could throw yourself another pity party, the cafe doors slam open and a concerned-looking Chaeryeong comes rushing in. Â
âY/n!â Chaeryeongâs voice cut through the noise of the cafĂ© as she rushed over to your table, her face a mix of concern and urgency. You barely had time to brace yourself before she slid into the chair across from you, eyes scanning your face for answers.
âWhatâs going on? Haechan just said you needed me.â Her tone was low but insistent, probably thinking this was a plan made up by Haechan, trying to get under your skin again.Â
You exhaled slowly, trying to gather your thoughts. âItâs⊠nothing. Just another argument with Jay.âÂ
Chaeryeong frowned, her brows knitting together. "Another argument? Y/n, youâve been having a lot of those lately."
You shook your head, trying to dismiss her concern. "Itâs just a misunderstanding. He got upset about me sitting next to Haechan again. He thinks itâs some big deal, but itâs not."
"Jay seriously has issues if heâs getting worked up over something like that." Chaeryeongâs voice was firm, but there was a softness in her eyes like she was trying to tread carefully. "You know this isnât normal, right?"
You looked down at your iced latte, feeling the familiar swirl of guilt and confusion rise. You loved Jayâat least, you thought you did. But lately, everything felt like a battle, and you were always on the losing side.
 "Itâs fine," you said weakly, though the words felt like they were collapsing in on themselves. "Heâs just... protective."
Chaeryeong let out a sigh, her frustration barely concealed. "Y/n, thereâs a difference between being protective and being controlling. I hate seeing you like this. Itâs like youâre always walking on eggshells with him."
You didnât respond, unable to meet her gaze. The weight of the conversation was suffocating, but you couldnât deny the truth in her words. Jayâs jealousy had started to bleed into every part of your life, and it was exhausting.
After a moment of silence, Chaeryeong leaned forward, her voice softer. "You donât have to keep defending him. I know you care about him, but... is he making you happy?"
That question lingered in the air. Was Jay making you happy? Or were you just holding on to the idea of what you thought love should be?
Before you could answer, Chaeryeong reached out and squeezed your hand. "You deserve better than this, Y/n. You deserve to be with someone who makes you feel safe, not stressed out all the time."
You swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. "Can we switch the topic, I donât want to talk about this right now," you whispered.Â
Chaeryeongâs grip tightened on your hand. "You donât have to figure it all out right now. Just know that youâre not alone, okay? Iâm here for you."
You nodded, grateful for her support, but still feeling lost in the mess of your emotions. The tall barista came up to your table with a plate of red velvet cookies.Â
âUm, here you goâŠ.â He sat them down on the table in front of you.
âWait! I didnât pay for this.âÂ
The barista gave you a small, almost shy smile. "Don't worry about it. They're already paid for." Before you could ask any more questions, he walked away, leaving you and Chaeryeong to exchange confused glances.
Chaeryeong raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to examine the cookies. "Who do you think...?"
You didnât have to guess for long. So thatâs what he was asking the barista. You blinked, processing the moment.
Chaeryeong noticed too, her eyes narrowing. "Did Haechan just... buy you cookies?"
You shrugged, feeling more confused than anything. "I guess?"
Chaeryeong leaned back, a mixture of amusement and suspicion crossing her face. "Weird, right? I thought he was a jerk."
"Yeah... he is," you muttered, still trying to piece together Haechan's sudden act of kindness. It didnât fit with the person youâd been dealing with all semester.Â
But for right now, you werenât going to overanalyze it. You had enough on your plate with Jay and the constant pressure you were under. Haechan's behavior would have to wait.
You broke the cookie in half and offered a piece to Chaeryeong, hoping to shift the focus back to something lighter. "Want some? Might as well not let them go to waste.
She accepted the piece with a small smile, though her gaze remained thoughtful.Â
"You know, maybe heâs not as bad as we thought. Or maybe he's just a confusing guy."Â
You let out a soft laugh, nodding in agreement. "Thatâs putting it lightly."Â
But as the sweetness of the cookie melted in your mouth, the door to the café swung open again, and for a moment, your heart jumped, fearing it might be Jay.
But instead, it was Chenle and Jaemin, both of them scanning the room until they spotted you and Chaeryeong.
"Hey, there you are," Chenle said, sliding into a seat next to Chaeryeong. Jaemin followed sitting in the seat next to you, giving you a concerned look. "Everything okay?"
You forced a smile, trying to shake off the heaviness of the conversation. "Yeah, Iâm fine. Just... needed some space."
Chenle raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but he didnât push. Instead, he gave a playful nudge. "Well, weâre here now, so no more pity parties. Letâs get you out of this mess.â
Jaemin studied you for a moment before speaking. "Weâre here for you, Y/n. Whatever you need." You nodded, feeling a small sense of relief.Â
âOoo cookies!â Chenle grabbed one without asking.Â
âYou even ordered yourself some of your favorite cookiesâŠoh no this is badâ Jaemin continued, shaking his head with exaggerated seriousness. "Cookies are your comfort food."
Chenle, mid-bite, paused and raised his eyebrows.
"Wait, did something happen with Jay again?" His usual playful tone shifted slightly, concern creeping in as he glanced between you and Chaeryoung.
You sighed, feeling the weight of their questions. "It's nothing. Just... the usual stuff. He got upset about me sitting next to Haechan in class again."
Jaeminâs face hardened. "Y/n, thatâs not nothing. Heâs been doing this for a while now. Getting jealous and picking fights. Itâs not normal."
Chenle, despite the cookie in his mouth, nodded vigorously. "Exactly! Why does it even matter where you sit in class? Youâre not his property."
You glanced away, not wanting to meet their eyes. The conversation was heading in the same direction as before, and you felt that familiar knot of guilt tightening in your chest.Â
After a moment of silence, Chaeryoung spoke up, âShe didnât even buy these cookiesâŠguess who did.â
Chenle blinked, pausing mid-chew as he looked between you and Chaeryoung.Â
"Wait, are you bragging about buying cookies for a heartbroken girl?" His voice was laced with teasing. She shook her head ânoâ and Jaeminâs eyes narrowed in curiosity.
You hesitated, feeling a twinge of discomfort as you answered quietly, "Haechan."
Jaemin leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Haechan? He bought you cookies?" His tone was a mix of disbelief and a little bit of protectiveness.
Chenle stared at the cookie in his hand, then at you, then back at the cookie. "So, youâre telling me Iâm eating Haechanâs cookies? Theyâre probably poisoned!"
"Itâs not like I asked him to," you muttered, feeling the tension rising again. "He just⊠did."
Chaeryeong raised an eyebrow, a knowing look in her eyes. "He didnât say much when he saw me outside of the cafe, just told me that Y/n needed me."
Jaeminâs frown deepened. "Thatâs weird. Since when does Haechan care about anyone but himself?"
You shrugged, still unsure of what to make of the gesture. "I donât know. Maybe heâs just messing with me, trying to get under my skin."
Chaeryeong smirked. "Or maybe heâs trying to get you under him!"
You rolled your eyes. "Yeah right. Heâs just... being Haechan, weird."
Chaeryeongâs energy shifted immediately, her smirk softening into a more playful grin as she leaned forward, practically buzzing with excitement. "Alright, enough of this! We need to get you out of here. Youâve been drowning in all this drama for too long.â
Chenleâs eyes lit up at the suggestion, already nodding in agreement. "Yes! A night out is exactly what you need. No Jay, no Haechanâjust us having fun. There is a party at Markâs place tomorrow night." He winked, clearly trying to lighten the mood.
Jaemin, though quieter, gave a nod of approval. "It could be good for you, Y/n. A break from everything."
You hesitated, a part of you wanted to curl up at home and avoid the world, but another part knew that maybe they were right. You needed a break from all the chaos.
"Alright, fine," you sighed, feeling the weight on your chest lighten just a little. "Iâll go to Markâs party tomorrow."
Chaeryeong clapped her hands together, practically glowing with excitement. "Yes! Itâs going to be so much fun, I promise! Just good vibes, and youâll finally get a chance to relax."
Chenle grinned, "Thatâs the spirit! Plus, you know, itâs always a good time at Markâs. Who knows, maybe youâll meet someone newâŠ"
Jaemin shot Chenle a look, silently warning him to tone it down, but Chenle just winked at you, clearly trying to keep things light.
You chuckled, feeling a small flicker of relief. "Iâm not going to a party to meet someone, Chenle."
"Maybe not," Jaemin said with a small smile, "but at least youâll be there with your friends, and thatâs what matters."
The next evening, the air was buzzing with excitement as you stood in front of the mirror, eyeing the mixture of outfits Chaeryeong had scattered across your bed. She was currently looking through your closet, tossing out options as if she were styling a fashion shoot instead of just picking something for a party.Â
âYou need something bold but effortless,â Chaeryeong declared, holding up a black, form-fitting dress before shaking her head and discarding it. âSomething that says, âIâm here to have fun, not to impress.â But, you know, still impressive.â
You laughed, sitting on the edge of your bed as you watched her being dramatic. "Chaeryeong, itâs just a party. Iâm not trying to walk a runway."
Chenle, lounging in the corner of your room, raised an eyebrow. "No, but youâre going to Markâs, and thereâs a difference. Youâve gotta show up looking good.â
You groaned as Chaeryeong shot you a knowing look. âYou donât want to walk in looking anything less than your best. Trust me, itâll help you feel more in control." She pulled out a green silk dress from your closet, holding it up against you. "This. Itâs perfect."
You looked at the dress, hesitant. It was beautiful. "I donât know⊠itâs kind of a lot."
"Exactly," Chaeryeong said with a grin. "You need a lot. Letâs remind everyoneâincluding youâthat youâre the main character tonight."
Chenle laughed, getting up from his spot. "You heard her. Tonight is your night to shine, Y/n."
Sighing, you finally stood up and took the dress from Chaeryeongâs hands. "Fine. Letâs do it."
An hour later, you were slipping on the last of your jewelry as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. The green dress hugged your curves in all the right ways, and the satin shimmered under the soft lighting of your room. Chaeryeong had helped style your hair, soft waves falling over your shoulders, and Chenle, surprisingly, had given his input on your makeup. A bold lip to contrast the simplicity of the rest of your look.
"Wow," you whispered, half in disbelief at how different you looked.
Chaeryeong stood beside you, grinning from ear to ear.Â
"Told you. You look amazing."
Chenle nodded, leaning in the doorway. "Everyone is gonna wish they were with you."
You rolled your eyes, but deep down, a part of you couldnât help but wonder. Would they? Would Jay? Or would you finally not care?
With a final glance in the mirror, you grabbed your bag, feeling a rush of determination. Tonight was about you.
As you made your way downstairs, the sound of music and distant chatter already filled the air. Chenle and Chaeryeong followed close behind.
Chaeryeong linked her arm with yours as you stepped outside, the cool night air brushing against your skin. âDonât let it get to you, Y/n. Just have fun tonight. Remember, weâre here to enjoy ourselves.â
You nodded, trying to push aside the lingering thoughts of Jay and Haechan, and all the drama that seemed to follow them like a shadow. Tonight wasnât about themâit was about you.
The drive to Markâs place was filled with lighthearted chatter, Chenle and Chaeryeong alternating between playful bickering and hyping you up for the night ahead. But the closer you got to the party, the more you felt the familiar nerves creeping in.
âWeâre here!â Chaeryeongâs voice cut through your spiraling thoughts, and you blinked as the car pulled up to Markâs house. Music thumped from inside, and the soft glow of lights poured from the windows, illuminating the big crowd already gathered outside.
You took a deep breath as the three of you stepped out of the car, Chenle offering you a quick thumbs-up for encouragement. âRemember, main character energy. Letâs go.â
As you approached the front door, Mark himself appeared, grinning as he waved you inside. âY/n! You made it!â
 He gave you a quick, welcoming hug before greeting Chaeryeong and Chenle. âThe partyâs just getting started. Drinks are in the kitchen, and the backyard is open if you want to chill.â
You thanked him and followed the crowd into the house, trying to shake off the remaining nerves. The music, laughter, and the buzz of conversation washed over you, helping to melt away some of your worries. Chaeryeong handed you a drink, her eyes already sparkling.
âLetâs go find somewhere to sit!â she said over the music, pulling you toward the living room, where a few familiar faces were already lounging.
But before you could get comfortable, your eyes caught a familiar figure leaning against the wall near the kitchenâHaechan.
 He was chatting with someone, but his gaze shifted just as you entered the room. For a split second, your eyes locked, and there was a flicker of something in his expression, though you couldnât quite read it.
âFocus on having fun,â Chaeryeong whispered in your ear, snapping you out of your daze.
You smiled at her, grateful for the reminder, and nodded. Tonight was about fun. About letting go.
Jaemin and Jeno moved to form a spot where you could sit between them. You settled down, feeling a wave of relief as the two of them immediately began chatting, creating a comfortable bubble around you. Jeno handed you a drink with a reassuring smile.
 "Looking good, Y/n."
Jeno, always the more laid-back one, nudged your shoulder. "Weâll make sure you have a good time. No drama, no distractions."
You took a sip of your drink, nodding. Their presence was calming, a much-needed escape from the whirlwind of emotions youâd been feeling lately.
Chaeryeong and Chenle were already engrossed in a conversation across from you, laughing about something Chenle said, and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to feel at ease.
Jaemin leaned in slightly, his voice low so only you could hear. "You look amazing tonight, by the way." He smiled.
You felt a warmth spread across your cheeks, and before you could respond, Jeno chimed in, as if reading the moment. "Jaeminâs right. That green dress is doing wonders."
You laughed, grateful for their compliments but not wanting to dwell on it too much. "Thanks, guys. I needed this.â You took a chug from your drink.Â
Jaemin smiled softly. "Weâre always here for you, Y/n."
You nodded, then stood up, smoothing down the hem of your dress as you glanced around the room. The music thumped louder as more people began to fill the space, and for a moment, you just stood there, letting the beat pulse through you.Â
"Then letâs dance," you said, gesturing toward the group of people already dancing.
Jaemin grinned, standing up and offering you his hand. "Thought youâd never ask."
Jeno followed close behind, already moving to the rhythm of the music as you all made your way to the center of the room. The bass of the music vibrated through the floor, the lights flashing in time with the beat, casting colorful patterns on the crowd around you.
As soon as you hit the dance floor, the energy shifted. The three of you fell into the rhythm easily, laughing and letting the music take over. You spun around, arms raised, carefree.
"Now this is what I like to see from you," Jaemin said, leaning close so you could hear him over the music. You laughed, spinning around again, letting the moment take over.Â
Your heart skipped a beat when your gaze locked with Haechan from across the room. He stood near the edge of the dance floor, leaning against the wall with his usual confident smirk. His eyes were focused intently on you, watching your every move. For a moment, everything else fadedâthe music, the crowd, even Jaemin and Jenoâs presenceÂ
Haechan didnât look away. Instead, his smirk deepened, almost like he knew something you didnât, a silent challenge hanging between you.
Jaemin nudged your arm, breaking your concentration. "Hey, you good?"
You blinked, forcing a smile and nodding. "Yeah, Iâm good!âÂ
The spot where Haechan had been standing was now empty, leaving you momentarily confused.
Jaemin noticed your brief flicker of confusion. âLooking for someone?â he asked, raising an eyebrow.
You shook your head quickly. "No, just... thought I saw something."Â
Before Jaemin could say more, Chenle swooped in, pulling you by the wrist and pulling you towards him and Chaeryeong. âCome on! No more standing around, letâs get moving!âÂ
You let yourself be pulled into the crowd, trying to shake the image of Haechan from your mind.
Feeling a bit drained, you excused yourself from your friends and made your way to the kitchen in search of another drink. The party was packed, and the energy was starting to get overwhelming.
After a few moments of being bumped and nudged, you decided it was best to escape the chaos. With a sigh of relief, you slipped out to the backyard, hoping for a moment of peace away from the noise and crowd.
The cool night air greeted you as you stepped outside, the sounds of laughter and music fading into the background. The backyard was a welcome contrast to the chaotic energy inside. Strings of fairy lights hung above, casting a soft glow over the space and illuminating a few scattered chairs around a fire pit.Â
You walked toward the edge of the patio, leaning against the railing and taking a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill your lungs. The stars twinkled above like tiny diamonds, and for a moment, you lost yourself in their beauty, feeling a sense of calm wash over you.
As you took a sip of your drink, you heard the door open and someone rushed out. Turning you saw Haechan. He was searching the backyard until his eyes met yours and he sighed, walking over to you.
âWhat do you want?â You rolled your eyes, already knowing he wasnât the best company.Â
âI know you donât exactly like meâ You scoffed as he put his hands up, telling you to wait, âBut I hate cheaters, so I needed to tell you.â
You raised an eyebrow, skepticism written across your face. âTell me what, exactly?â
Haechan leaned against the railing beside you, his expression serious, a stark contrast to the usual playful demeanor. âNo, seriously. I just saw Jay go into a room with another girl.â
Your heart sank, the weight of his words crashing down. You took a moment to process what he was saying, anger and disbelief swirling within you.
 âAre you sure? That sounds like something you would say to mess with me.â
âI get why youâd think that, but I wouldnât lie about something like this,â Haechan replied, frustration creeping into his tone.
 âI may not be your favorite person, but I wouldnât do that. You deserve to know the truth.â
You swallowed hard, your grip tightening around your drink. The reality of the situation settled over you, and you could feel your heart racing.
 âWhich room?â
Haechan hesitated for a moment, his gaze steady. âI donât think you want to go in there.â
A bitter laugh escaped your lips, the kind that felt hollow. âJust tell me which room.â
Haechan glanced at you, a flicker of empathy crossing his features. âUpstairs, the second one on the right.â
You put your cup down and started to make your way back into the party in search of the stairs.Â
âAre you sure about this?â Haechan, who you didnât even notice was following, asked you.Â
You nodded and moved quickly, your heart racing as you made your way through the crowd. The lively music and laughter faded into the background, drowned out by the storm of thoughts in your head. The dim lights seemed to press in, making your thoughts feel even more stressed.
As you reached the stairs, you hesitated for a brief moment, the weight of what you were about to confront hitting you like a ton of bricks. But the image of Jay with another girl flashed in your mind, fueling your determination. You needed answers. You needed to reclaim your dignity.
Going up the stairs, you felt your breath quicken. Each step seemed to echo with the anxiety of what lay ahead. Reaching the second door on the right, you paused, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. You could hear muffled voices from inside, giggling mingling with the soft kissing.Â
Throwing open the door you felt the air leave your lungs in a rush, your heart dropping as the scene unfolded before you. Jay was on top of another woman, his hands tangled in her hair, their lips inches apart.
Time seemed to freeze as Jayâs eyes shot wide open, and the laughter from the girl faltered into a shocked silence.Â
âY/n! Iââ Jay stammered, scrambling to sit up, the realization of your presence crashing over him like a wave.Â
You didnât let him finish. âWhat the hell is this?â Your voice trembled, a mix of anger and disbelief swirling within you. The hurt was too much, twisting your stomach into knots.
The girl, wide-eyed and uncomfortable, quickly shuffled away from Jay, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. âI didnât knowââ she started, but you cut her off.
âSave it,â you said, directing your fury back at Jay.
âAfter everything Iâve done for you.â
Jay stood up fully now, his expression shifting from shock to guilt. âI didnât mean for you to find out like this,â he began his voice low, almost pleading.Â
You turned your back towards him and rushed down the stairs. You could hear him following you. So you looked for any of your friends but couldnât find them. Instead, your eyes connect with Haechans near the bottom of the stairs.Â
Rushing over to him you pull him down by his shirt and whisper âsorryâ before pulling him into a heated kiss.Â
Haechanâs eyes widened in surprise, but he didnât pull away. Instead, he responded, his hands finding your waist as he kissed you back with an urgency that matched your own. The chaos of the party faded into the background, the pounding music replaced by the sound of your racing heart.
But before it could get any farther, you were ripped away from Haechan by the sudden appearance of a familiar voice.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing?â Jayâs voice cut through the moment, sharp and accusatory. You turned to see him standing there, his expression a mix of disbelief and anger.
Haechan stepped back, his demeanor shifting instantly from passionate to defensive.Â
âJust what you were doing with that other girl,â he replied, his tone challenging. âMaybe you should have thought about that before youââ
âDonât!â Jay interrupted, stepping toward you both.
âYou have no right to act like the hero here. You donât know whatâs going on.â
âI know exactly whatâs going on, so if you donât mind we were kind of doing somethingâ, Haechan shot back, his eyes narrowing as he stepped slightly in front of you, shielding you from Jay.
You could feel the tension in the air thickening. âHaechan, stop,â you said, placing a hand on his arm. You could see the fire in his eyes, but you didnât want this to escalate any further.
Jayâs expression twisted with frustration. âYou think you can just come in and play the knight in shining armor? Sheâs my fucking girlfriend!â
âAnd you think I care?â Haechan replied, crossing his arms defiantly. âYou had your chance to treat her right, and you blew it.â
Jay shook his head, thinking about what to say next, but Jay was never good with his words so he stepped forward and swung.
Haechan barely had time to react. The punch landed squarely on his jaw, sending him stumbling back. You gasped, instinctively stepping between them, your heart racing at the sudden escalation.
âJay, what the hell?!â you shouted, adrenaline rushing through you. âThis is not how you handle things!â
Jayâs face was flushed with anger, his fists clenched at his sides. âHeâs a fucking piece of shit!â he snapped, breathing heavily.Â
Haechan regained his composure and moved around you, delivering a swift punch to Jay's jaw. The impact echoed, and Jay staggered back, eyes wide with surprise.Â
As they started to throw punches back and forth, you didnât know what to do. A group of people gathered around them.Â
You saw Jaemin and Jeno pushing through the crowd, their expressions a mix of alarm and confusion. âWhat the hell is going on?â Jaemin shouted, his voice rising above the commotion.
âY/n, get out of the way!â Jeno called out as he reached for your arm, pulling you back. You didnât want to move, didnât want to feel powerless while the two of them fought over you like you were some trophy for their ego.
âStop it!â you shouted again, trying to push through the gathering crowd, but your voice was drowned out by the sound of fists connecting and the murmurs of onlookers.Â
Jaemin managed to get closer, stepping between Jay and Haechan. As Jeno grabbed Jay from behind to stop him from throwing any more punches.Â
âBoth of you, enough! This isnât the way to handle it!âÂ
Haechan, breathing heavily, stepped back, his fists still clenched. âHe deserves this, Jaemin! He cheated on her!â
Jay looked furious, âThis is all his fucking fault!â He spat at Haechan.Â
You could see his expression begin to harden again, that familiar mask of arrogance threatening to resurface. Without thinking, you reached for his hand, gripping it tightly as you attempted to pull him away from the chaos of the crowd.Â
Haechan looked momentarily shocked, his eyes widening at your sudden gesture, but he didnât resist as you led him out into the cool evening air, away from the noise. As you stepped into the front yard, you pulled out your phone and ordered an Uber.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Haechan asked, his voice low, and filled with confusion. His hand was still in yours, but he made no move to pull away, his gaze locked on your face.
You hesitated, the words caught in your throat as the reality of the moment started to sink in. What were you doing?
âI needed to get out of there,â you admitted quietly, your grip loosening slightly, but you didnât let go.
His eyes softened, just a little, the hardness from earlier fading as he studied you.Â
"Okay."Â
Haechan sat down on the curb of the road and gestured for you to sit down next to him.Â
You hesitated for a moment, then quietly sat beside him on the curb, the cool pavement grounding you.Â
âSo, how are we going to get back at him?â you asked, your voice low but edged with determination.Â
Haechan turned toward you, eyes narrowing in surprise. âWhat?â
You met his gaze, a fire igniting within you. "Jay. How are we going to make him regret everything?"Â
Haechan blinked, momentarily caught off guard. He studied your face for a long second as if trying to gauge whether you were serious. Then, a slow, knowing smirk curled on his lips.Â
âAre you sure youâre ready to play that game?â he asked, voice dripping with amusement.
You held his gaze, feeling the weight of his question sink in. Was this really what you wanted? A part of you knew it was reckless, that using Haechan to get back at Jay could only make things worse.Â
âI need to hurt him,â you replied, your voice steadier than you felt. âIf he wants to treat me like Iâm nothing, then maybe itâs time I show him I donât need him.â
Haechan's smirk deepened, a glint of something dangerous flickering in his eyes. âAlright, then. Letâs make this interesting.â
Before the two of you could come up with an actual plan, the Uber showed up. You exchanged a quick look with Haechan before giving the driver your address.Â
The ride was quiet, you could feel Haechanâs gaze lingering on you but you didnât want to say anything so you settled for looking out the window.Â
When the car finally pulled up in front of your apartment, you stepped out, turning back to wait for him. Haechan, still sitting in the backseat, raised an eyebrow.
âWhat?â he asked, his voice casual, but his eyes searched yours.
You gestured for him to follow. âCome on.â
For a moment, he hesitated, as if weighing his options. Then, with a slight shrug, he climbed out of the car, closing the door behind him.
âIs there a reason youâre taking me back to your house?â Haechan teased, his tone playful as always, though his eyes held a hint of curiosity.
You shot him a glance, rolling your eyes. âLook at you. You look awful, and I know youâre not smart enough to clean an open wound.â
Haechan smirked, following you toward your apartment door. âI didnât realize I was so lucky to have a personal nurse.â
You ignored his sarcasm, unlocking the door and stepping inside. âJust sit down and let me handle it before you get an infection.â
As he walked in, his usual cocky demeanor softened slightly. He never thought you two would be talking again. Not after he was such a huge jerk to you.
He sank onto the couch, watching you as you moved through the small space, grabbing your first aid kit from under the sink. There was an awkward quiet that hung between you two, but you didnât want to acknowledge it.
Returning to the living room, you set the kit on the coffee table and crouched in front of him, carefully opening it up.
âYou know, I can do this myself,â Haechan said, but his voice lacked its usual teasing bite.
âYeah, sure,â you muttered, reaching for the antiseptic.
âLike I trust you not to make it worse.â
He chuckled, though there was an unspoken tension behind it. As you gently cleaned the small cuts and scrapes, you couldnât help but notice how quiet he had become, his gaze occasionally flickering to your face.
âWhy are you doing this?â he asked after a moment, his voice softer than you expected. "I didnât punch him because of you, I did it because heâs a jerk."
You paused for a second, looking up at him, your hands still resting on him. âItâs the least I can do,â you admitted honestly. âSince you told me.âÂ
Haechan sighed, his eyes drifting around your living room. His gaze lingered on the little detailsâpictures on the wall, the books stacked messily on the coffee tableâbefore he turned back to you, something softer in his expression.
"Done," you said, pulling your hands away after finishing with his wounds.
He flexed his hand, testing the bandages, and gave you a small, almost appreciative nod. "Thanks..." His voice was low, the teasing gone entirely.
You just shrugged, trying to brush off the weight of the moment. "Donât get used to it," you said with a small smile, but there was no real bite to your words.Â
Haechan met your eyes, something unreadable passing between you before he looked away again. "I owe you."
âI will remember that!â you laughed, getting up from the floor and brushing off your pants. âIâm tired, you can sleep on the couch. Iâll bring you some pillows.â
Haechan watched you with an amused expression, his eyes glinting. âI appreciate the offer, but I donât want to crash on your couch.â
âToo bad,â you shot back playfully, heading toward the closet. âYou look like you need the rest after everything. Plus, I don't want to be responsible for you bleeding out.â
âFair point,â he conceded, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.Â
You returned with a couple of pillows and a blanket, handing them to him. âHere you go.â
âWow, you are going all out,â he teased, settling into the couch, clearly enjoying this.Â
âDo I get breakfast too, or is that pushing it?â
âDonât push your luck,â you replied with a mock glare.
âYou can make yourself breakfast. Just donât burn the place down.â
Haechan quietly laughed before getting comfortable on the couch, sinking into the pillows you had brought him. His relaxed posture seemed to shift the atmosphere in the room, making it feel more relaxed.Â
âJust so you know,â he said, propping himself up on one elbow, âthis isnât going to become a regular thing. I have a reputation to uphold.â
âRight, the infamous Haechan, the bad boy who no one can take seriously.â you teased, rolling your eyes as you left to go to your room.
As you closed the door to your room, you leaned against it for a moment, allowing yourself to breathe.
You tossed your phone onto the bed and plopped down beside it. After a moment, you set a timer for the morning, letting exhaustion pull you into sleep.
Morning light filtered through your curtains, you stirred as your alarm beeped. Blinking sleep from your eyes, you stretched and glanced at the clock. You had meant to wake up early, but the memories of last night lingered in your mind, making it hard to move.
You climbed out of bed, the floor cool against your feet, and made your way to the bathroom. After quickly brushing your teeth and throwing on some comfortable clothes, you headed toward the kitchen, the smell of coffee filling the room.
You found the blanket neatly folded on the couch and the pillows stacked up next to it, but no sign of Haechan. A small frown formed on your face. But what did you expect? You werenât friends just because he fought your ex. He said it himself that it wasnât for you. He just wanted an excuse to hit Jay.
Pushing the thought aside, you took a deep breath and focused on getting ready for class. You stepped into your bathroom, splashing your face with cold water to shake off the remnants of sleep. After putting on some makeup and brushing your hair, you throw on a comfortable pair of jeans and an oversized sweater.
As you walked back into your bedroom, you noticed your phone lighting up with a message. You grabbed it, and messages from your friends filled your phone.Â
Chenle: THAT WAS CRAZY!! ARE YOU OKAY??Â
Jaemin: Hey, let me know when youâre home!! <3
Jaemin: You probably fell asleep, let me know when you are awake <3
Jeno: Are you okay? Jaemin and I took care of the problem (âȘ°ââȘŻïŒ
Chaeryeong: I saw you leave with Haehcan!! GURRL YOU NEED TO TELL ME EVERYTHING!!
After a moment, you replied to everyone letting them know you were okay.
With your bag slung over your shoulder. You walked towards campus, your mind still racing with thoughts about Haechan.Â
When you arrived, you navigated through the crowd of students, your mind drifting between the classes you had lined up for the day.Â
As you made your way to your first lecture, you spotted a familiar face across the quad. It was your friend, Chaeryeong, waving enthusiastically. You quickened your pace to meet her.
âY/n! There you are!â she exclaimed, pulling you into a quick hug. âI was starting to think you werenât coming to class!â
âYou know I canât afford to miss a class,â you laugh.
âOkay, Iâve waited enough! Tell me everything!â she said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as you both walked towards the lecture hall.
You hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. âWell, Haechan stayed over last night after everything that happened with Jay.â
Chaeryeong raised her eyebrows, a teasing grin spreading across her face. âOh? Look at you getting cozy with the enemy!â
You rolled your eyes, but couldnât hide your smile. âItâs not like that. I felt bad, dragging him into all of this.â
âHe was always in this,â she said, nudging your shoulder playfully.
You nodded, the weight of her words settling in your mind. âI know, but this doesnât mean we are friends.â
Chaeryeong shook her head, and the two of you entered the lecture hall, finding your seats. As the professor began speaking, you turned to whisper to Chaeryoung, leaning in slightly to keep your conversation discreet.Â
âLetâs not tell the guys about me going home with Haechan... I donât want them to get the wrong idea.â
Chaeryoung nodded and turned back to focus on the lecture.Â
âIâm going to go eat something, I didnât get to have breakfast,â you said, rubbing your stomach lightly to emphasize your point.Â
âYouâre so lucky to have a break between classesâ Chaeryoung groaned, âI have two more classes before I can even get food.âÂ
âYouâre the one that wanted all morning classesâÂ
âYeah because the night is for parting not for studying.â Chaeryoung rolled her eyes.Â
You shoved her playfully before splitting up and heading towards the cafĂ© and sitting in the same spot you did last time.Â
âOkay, you have to stop stealing my spot,â an annoyingly familiar voice said, breaking your focus from the menu. You looked up to find Haechan standing there, an amused smile on his face.
You raised an eyebrow, faking annoyance. âStill doesnât have your name on it. This is a public cafĂ©.â
âSure, but you know itâs my favorite spot,â he retorted, sliding into the seat next to you. âI always sit here to people-watch between classes.ââ
You couldnât help but laugh at his mock-serious expression. âI donât care right now, Iâm starving.âÂ
He chuckled, glancing at the menu before leaning back in his chair. âWhat are you getting?.â
âI was thinking about a bagel and some coffee,â you replied, glancing over the options again.
âBoring,â he declared dramatically, shaking his head. âGet the avocado toast. Itâs amazing here.â
You rolled your eyes. âSo you can steal it? Youâre not even hiding your motives.â
He shrugged, an innocent look plastered on his face. âWhat can I say? I have exquisite taste.â
âExquisite taste?â you repeated, unable to suppress a laugh. âThatâs a big word for you.â
âYouâre supposed to be nicer to me now!â he pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. âI did rescue you from that jerk, remember?â
âRescue is a strong word,â you countered, trying to keep a straight face. âYou threw a punchâŠ.and then I had to pull you away.â
âDetails, details,â he said, waving a hand dismissively.
You leaned back in your chair, pretending to consider. âIâll get an order for two avocado toasts.â
âReally?!â he exclaimed, eyes lighting up with excitement.
You gestured for him to get up so you could slide out of the booth. âYeah, but only because youâre annoying and I donât want to hear you complain. But youâre coming with me to order it.â
âYay!â Haechan stood up and followed you to the counter, the playful banter continuing as you both approached the register.
As you placed the order, he leaned against the counter, watching you with a teasing smile. âWhat if I said I wanted extra everything? Youâre still paying?â
You laughed, shaking your head as the barista rang up your order. âIs that all?â
You nodded your head, âYep, thatâs all.â You reached into your pocket for your card, but before you could find it, Haechan pulled out his and handed it to the barista.
âHey, what are you doing?â you protested.
âJust treating you to breakfast,â he said nonchalantly, leaning against the counter as if it was no big deal.Â
âWhy?â You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. âFor what? You were the one who punched my ex, remember?â
âExactly,â he replied with a smirk. âIâve been wanting to mess up his face for a while!â
The barista handed Haechan back his card, and he turned to you with a victorious grin.
You rolled your eyes. âFine, Iâll let you have this one. But only because Iâm starving.â
As you both moved to the side to wait for your order, the door to the café bell rang. You looked to the side and saw it was Jay and his friends.
âShit!â you mumbled under your breath, your stomach sinking as you tried to think of an escape plan.Â
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as Jayâs laughter echoed through the cafĂ©. He spotted you almost immediately, his expression turning sour.
You could see him making his way to you, so you did the only thing that felt like it would hurt him.Â
You grabbed Haechanâs shirt, pulling him closer to you as you leaned in, pressing your lips against his in a quick, aggressive kiss.
Haechan froze for a moment, clearly taken aback. But he quickly recovered, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing you back.Â
The reaction was immediate. Jayâs expression shifted from confusion to fury, his friends exchanging glances as the tension in the room skyrocketed. You could feel Haechan smirking against your lips, clearly enjoying the situation.
As you pulled away, Haechanâs eyes sparkled with mischief. âDidnât know paying for your lunch would make you want to kiss me,â he asked, while a grin tugged at his lips.
âJay is here,â you whispered, low enough so no one else could hear you.Â
Jayâs glare burned into you, and he scoffed, crossing his arms. âYou think thatâs going to make me jealous? Youâre pathetic.â
You felt a rush of boldness. âIf youâre so over it, why do you care?â you shot back, feeling bold because of Haechanâs presence.
Jay opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything further, Haechan stepped in front of you, his posture protective. âYou really should find a new hobby, Jay. This isnât working for you,â he said, his tone calm yet firm.
Jayâs face turned a shade redder, his boldness faltering. âWhatever. I donât need this.â He turned on his heel, storming out with his friends trailing behind, their laughter fading as they exited the cafĂ©.
You let out a breath you didnât realize you were holding, glancing up at Haechan. âHe was so mad.â
Haechan chuckled, his eyes still sparkling with amusement. âI have a plan!â
You raised an eyebrow, skeptical but curious. âOh no, should I be worried?â
âNot at all,â Haechan replied, that mischievous grin still playing on his lips. âBut if you want to make him furious, weâre going to have to turn it up a notch.â
âWhat exactly do you mean by that?â you asked cautiously, folding your arms.Â
âSimple,â he said, leaning in conspiratorially. âWe pretend that we are hooking up. Just for a little while. You know how much itâll eat at him.â
Your eyes widened. âYou canât be serious.â
âWhy not?â Haechan shrugged, clearly enjoying the drama of it all.Â
âItâll be fun. And the look on his face when he realizes youâve completely moved on? Priceless.â
You paused, considering it for a moment. As ridiculous as it sounded, the idea had some appeal. Jay seeing you with someone else, especially Haechan, would drive him nuts. And the more you thought about it, the more tempting it became.
âOkay, letâs say I go along with this,â you began slowly. âWhatâs in it for you?â
Haechanâs grin widened. âI get to have the time of my life watching Jay go insane.â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help the small smile that crept onto your face. âI donât knowâŠâ
âCome on, itâs genius,â Haechan said, leaning back against the counter with a self-satisfied smirk. â
Weâll be the hottest âcoupleâ in the room, and Jay wonât know what hit him.â
You bit your lip, still hesitant but intrigued by the idea. âFine,â you finally said. âBut donât get any ideas. This is strictly for show.â
Haechan held up his hands in mock surrender. âOf course. Strictly business. But trust me, this is going to be fun.â
After finishing lunch with Haechan, you went through the rest of your dayâattending lectures, trying to focus, but your mind kept drifting back to the cafĂ© incident.Â
Haechanâs ridiculous plan echoed in your head, and you couldn't help but replay Jay's angry expression over and over again.
By the time your classes were over, you were mentally exhausted. Having dinner with your friends sounded like a nice break after a hectic day. As you approached the dining hall, you spotted Chaeryeong waving you over to the usual table where the others were already gatheredâJaemin, Jeno, and Chenle.
You slid into the seat next to Chaeryeong, who immediately gave you a curious glance. âSo, how was the rest of your day?â
âEventful,â you said with a sigh.
Jaemin perked up, overhearing the exchange. âEventful?â
You hesitated, not sure how much to share. âJust... ran into Jay and his friends at lunch.â
The table went quiet for a second before Chenle raised an eyebrow. âAnd?â
âAnd... Haechan was there,â you added, not wanting to dive into all the details.
Chenle laughed, breaking the tension. âOh man, I bet that was awkward.â
âYou have no idea,â you muttered, exchanging a glance with Chaeryeong, who seemed to already know there was more to the story.
Jeno, who had been quiet, finally spoke up. âWhat did Haechan do?â
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, Jaemin cut in.Â
âWait, waitâare you guys friends now?â
You paused, unsure how to answer that question, especially with Haechanâs ridiculous plan in the back of your mind. âNot... exactly,â you said vaguely.
Jeno looked confused. âWhat does that even mean?â
Chaeryeong, always the perceptive one, smirked slightly but stayed quiet, watching the situation unfold.
You shrugged. âIt just means things are complicated. Letâs just eat.â
But you could tell from the looks on your friends' faces that this wasnât the last youâd hear about Haechan and Jay.
Your phone rang, and you glanced down, spotting Haechanâs name on the screen. You sighed, already bracing yourself for whatever chaos he was about to bring into your life.
âWhat do you want?â you asked as you answered, your voice laced with mock annoyance.
âParty this weekend,â Haechan's voice was full of excitement. âWe need to go! Everyoneâs going to be there.â
You rolled your eyes, even though he couldnât see it. âAnd why, exactly, do I need to go to this party?â
âWhat, you donât want to kiss me again,â he said with a teasing tone. âPlus, everyone is going to be there so itâs perfect.â
You could already imagine him grinning on the other end of the line, fully expecting you to give in. âHaechan, Iâm not exactly in the mood for another party.â
âCome on,â he whined. âItâs not just any party. Jayâs gonna be there.â
âFine, okay,â you finally said, giving in with a sigh. You could practically hear the grin in Haechan's voice.
âPerfect! Iâll pick you up at eight on Friday. Youâre not going to regret it, trust me.â
âIâm already regretting this,â you muttered, but a small part of you was excited. Maybe it wouldnât be so badâif nothing else, youâd get a chance to make Jay uncomfortable, and that was starting to sound more appealing.
âJust make sure youâre ready,â Haechan added. âAnd wear something⊠you know, sexy.â
âSexy?â you repeated skeptically.
âYouâll figure it out,â he said, his tone light and teasing. âSee you then!â
As the call ended, you couldnât help but feel a mix of excitement and unease. This party could either be a disaster or the perfect chance to move on from Jay and get a little revenge. Either way, things were about to get interesting.
The week flew by in a blur of classes, assignments, and quick meals with friends. Before you knew it, Friday had arrived, and you found yourself staring at your closet, trying to figure out what Haechan meant by "something sexy."Â
You groaned, pulling out outfit after outfit, none of them feeling right. Tonight wasnât just any night. If Jay was going to be at this party, you wanted to make him regret cheating on you.
You gave up, settling on a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. As you finished getting ready, you glanced at the time. Almost eight.Â
Just as you applied the finishing touches to your makeup, you heard a knock on your door. Taking one last look in the mirror, you grabbed your jacket and opened the door.
âTook you long enough!â Haechan teased, eyeing your outfit with a dramatic shake of his head.Â
âWhat?â you asked, already sensing the criticism coming.
âThis wonât do,â he said with exaggerated disappointment. Before you could protest, he sighed and gently pushed you back into the house. âWhereâs your closet?â
âHaechan, Iâm not changing!â you called after him as he made a beeline for your bedroom.
âYou are if you want to make everyone jealous,â he insisted, already rummaging through your clothes as if he owned the place. âJeans and a black T-shirt? Come on, Y/n, weâre supposed to be putting on a show.â
You rolled your eyes, half-amused, half-annoyed. âMy outfit doesn't matter.â
He grinned, pulling out a sleek black dress you had tucked away. âThis is perfect.âÂ
You hesitated for a second, glancing at the dress. It was short, definitely not what you had planned, but you had to admit, Haechan had a point.
You sighed, eyeing the dress Haechan held up. âYou canât be serious.â
âOh, Iâm dead serious,â he replied, his grin widening as he shoved the dress into your hands. âCome on, Y/n. You want to show Jay what heâs missing, right?â
You hesitated for a moment longer, looking between Haechan and the dress. You wouldnât ever wear that if you were just going out with your friends. You didnât have the confidence, but Haechan somehow gave you confidence.Â
âFine,â you muttered, rolling your eyes as you snatched the dress from him. âBut if this goes wrong, Iâm blaming you.â
âDeal,â Haechan smirked, plopping down on your bed and crossing his arms. âIâll take full responsibility.â
You disappeared into the bathroom, slipping into the dress and staring at yourself in the mirror. It was outside your usual comfort zone, you couldnât deny you looked good.
Stepping out, you found Haechan waiting, his eyes widening slightly. For a moment, there was no teasing grin, just a flicker of surprise before he quickly masked it.
âSee? Now this is how you get everyoneâs attention,â he said, standing up. âJayâs gonna be so jealous.â
His eyes lingered on you a little too long, and the sudden intenseness made you feel exposed. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to shield the self-consciousness creeping up.Â
Haechan reached out gently, his fingers brushing against your wrists as he pulled your arms away from your body.
âHey, none of that,â he said softly, his voice surprisingly tender. âYou look amazing. Own it.â
You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. His usual playful arrogance was replaced with something⊠different, almost like he wanted you to feel confident tonight. The teasing smirk was still there, but his eyes held something deeper.
âYou think this is gonna work?â you asked, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest.
Haechan grinned, his usual swagger returning as he let go of your arms. âOh, itâs definitely going to work. Jayâs not going to know what hit him. And more importantly, youâre going to have the best time.â
You took a deep breath, trying to match Haechanâs confidence. âOkay, letâs go before I change my mind.â
âRelax, weâre gonna have fun.â Haechan shot you a wink before opening the door.Â
âTrust me.âÂ
And for some reason, in that moment, you kind of did.Â
The party was in full swing by the time you and Haechan arrived. The music was loud, the lights were flashing, and the air was thick.Â
âHold on for a moment, I need to find Mark really quickâ Haechan immediately disappeared into the crowd, leaving you on your own. You should have known you two wouldnât have stayed together the whole night.Â
You made your way to the kitchen, needing a moment to collect yourself before facing Jay. As you poured yourself a drink, a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.
âWell, well, well, look who it is.â
You turned to see Jay leaning against the counter, a smug smile on his face. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.
âSurprised to see me?â you shot back, taking a sip of your drink.
âNot at all,â Jay replied, his eyes trailing over your figure. âAlthough I must say, this wasnât exactly what I expected.â
âYou donât get to have any expectations,â You snapped, trying to sound confident despite not feeling it. âI wear what I want.âÂ
Jay chuckled, leaning in closer. âYou never wore that when I was with you.â
âPast tense,â you emphasized, setting your drink down with more force than necessary. âThings change, Jay. Clearly.â
His smile paused for a moment before he masked it with a shrug. âFinally got bored of that douchebag.â
âYeah, but I guess he hasnât taken the hint since heâs right here, talking to me.â
Jay's smug expression deepened, but you met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down.Â
âY/N?â His tone was dripping with arrogance. âDo you think Haechan is any better than me? Heâs just having fun with you until he gets bored.â
You felt the sting of his words, but you werenât going to let him get to you. You leaned in slightly, your voice steady.Â
âMaybe. But at least heâs better in bed.â
Jay's jaw tightened, clearly not expecting that response. He opened his mouth to say something, but a voice cut through the tension.
âThis is just sad,â Haechan's voice rang out as he walked over, a cool smirk playing on his lips. âShe already found someone better.â
Jay straightened up, glaring at Haechan, but didnât say anything. The silence between the three of you was heavy, but you could sense that Jay was weighing his options. After a beat, he scoffed and stepped back.
âYouâre not worth my time,â Jay muttered, giving you one last look before turning on his heel and storming out of the kitchen.
As soon as he was gone, you let out a breath you didnât realize you were holding. Haechan gave you a sideways glance, his smirk softening into something almost... concerned.Â
âYou alright?â he asked, leaning casually against the counter as if nothing had happened.
You nodded, still feeling the adrenaline from the confrontation. âYeah, Iâm fine. Thanks.â
Haechan raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. âGood. Because I have a better idea for the rest of the night. Letâs make him regret ever speaking to you.â
You blinked at him, intrigued. âWhat are you planning now?â
Haechan grinned, eyes gleaming with mischief. âYouâll see. But first, we need more drinks to loosen up.â
Haechanâs grin widened as he grabbed two cups from the counter, handing one to you. You hesitated, still feeling the lingering tension from your run-in with Jay, but something about the way Haechan looked at you made it impossible to say no.Â
âLetâs party,â he said, raising his cup.
You clinked your cup against him, taking a sip before following him back into the crowded living room. The music pulsed through the space, people dancing and talking in tight clusters. Haechan was already scanning the room, clearly looking for the next move.
âWhat exactly is this plan of yours?â you asked, trying to read his expression.
He shot you a playful look. âOh, itâs simple. We just need to make it look like weâre having the best time everâtogether. You know, give Jay a little show.â He winked, clearly enjoying himself.
You couldnât help but laugh. âSo, you plan to make Jay jealous again?â
âExactly,â Haechan said, pulling you closer to him as a new song began to play. âLetâs see how he likes watching us have all the fun.â
Before you could protest, Haechan spun you around, guiding you into the makeshift dance floor. The bass vibrated under your feet as he moved effortlessly, a confident smirk still plastered on his face. Despite yourself, you found yourself laughing, his energy contagious. You couldnât deny how easy it was to get swept up in the moment with him.
As the two of you danced, you noticed Jay standing across the room, watching with a clenched jaw. It was clear that Haechanâs plan was working. You caught Jayâs eye for a split second before deliberately looking away, focusing entirely on Haechan. The warmth of his hand on your waist and the way he smiled at you as if no one else mattered, made you forget about everything for a moment.
âSee?â Haechan said, leaning close to your ear, his voice barely audible over the music. âTold you it would work.â
You glanced over your shoulder, seeing Jay pushing his friends away and keeping his eyes on you two, clearly frustrated. You grinned. ïżœïżœïżœMaybe youâre right. But donât let it go to your head.â
Haechan chuckled, spinning you again before pulling you close. âToo late for that.â
Haechan leaned down to whisper in your ear, âAre you ready for the real show?â You nodded as Haechan started to lead you out of the crowd.Â
As Haechan started to lead you up the stairs, your heart was pounding. The noise from the party below faded slightly with each step, leaving just the two of you in a quiet bubble. His hand remained firmly on your hips, his grip surprisingly reassuring despite the teasing smirk still playing on his lips.
âHeâs following us.â Haechan whispered as he led you into a room, purposely leaving the door slightly open.Â
Your heart skipped a beat as Haechan whispered those words, confirming what you had suspected. Jay was trailing behind, just as Haechan had expected.Â
Once inside the dimly lit room, Haechan stood in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours. He motioned for you to stand near the bed, his smirk fading into something more serious, though his playfulness never completely disappeared.
âWe're putting on a show, right?â he murmured, keeping his voice low. "Might as well give him something to really lose his mind over."
Your breath caught in your throat as you processed his words. This whole thing was a gameâone meant to drive Jay crazyâbut there was something in the way Haechan was looking at you now that made it feel a little too real.
The faint sound of footsteps approaching the door pulled you out of your thoughts. Jay was getting closer, tension growing thicker with each passing second.
Without thinking, you took a step toward Haechan. He raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting to see what you would do next.
You reached up, touching the side of his face, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. His eyes locked with yours, full of unspoken words. At that moment, you knew this was more than just a plan to him.
"You're right," you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur. "It's time for the real show."
Haechan's eyes widened slightly at your words, his breath hitching in anticipation. Without another word, you took a step closer and then another, until you were just inches apart. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and it was intoxicating.
As Jay reached the door and saw the two of you so close together, he froze, unable to look away from the scene unfolding before him. It was clear that he had never expected things to go this far.
You felt a surge of adrenaline as you leaned in, closing the gap between you and Haechan. His lips met yours in a rush of heat and urgency.
You felt Haechanâs hands grip your waist and pull you into him even closer, deepening the kiss even more.Â
As your lips moved together, you could sense Haechan's eagerness, his fingers trailing along your skin as if trying to memorize every inch of you.Â
You felt Haechanâs hands grip your waist a little harder than before as he pushed you softly onto the bed.Â
The room seemed to spin around you as Haechan hovered over you, his gaze intense and filled with a raw hunger that sent shivers down your spine. Jay's shocked silence from the doorway only added to the adrenaline.
Haechan's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he peppered more along your collarbone.Â
A soft gasp escaped your lips as Haechan's hands roamed over your body.Â
Haechan pulled away slightly to look into your eyes. Once he saw that you werenât uncomfortable, he grabbed the bottom of your dress and moved it up slightly to expose more skin.Â
Haehcan groaned slightly as he saw your panties were starting to get wet.Â
âMmm all for me?â He traced his fingers along the edge of your lace underwear before looking back up at you with a teasing smile that made your heart race even faster than it already was.Â
You nodded slightly in response and bit your lower lip nervously.
âUse your words, princess. Haechan murmured, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"Yes," you whispered, your voice barely audible above a murmur. "All for you."
The words sent a wave of pleasure through Haechan's body as he leaned down, his lips just brushing against your neck, sending more chills down your spine.Â
"Youâre such a good girl for me," Haechan growled, his voice low with lust.
Before you could respond, he pulled your dress up further, exposing even more of your body completely to him. His eyes lingered on your panties for a moment before he pulled them aside, gently tracing the outer edges of your folds with his finger.Â
A soft moan escaped your lips as Haechanâs finger brushed against your sensitive skin.Â
âFuck, Haechan,â you whispered, your voice shaky.
Haechan smirked, his eyes never leaving yours.
He leaned down, slowly tracing his tongue along the outline of your panties before pulling them off completely.Â
You shivered as he gently blew on your heated skin.
âYou ready?â Haechan murmured, his voice low and seductive.
You couldnât speak, could barely breathe, but you nodded quickly, desperate for more of his touch.
Haechan gently pushed your legs apart, revealing yourself to him completely. He stared at you for a moment, taking in every detail of your aroused body before leaning down to kiss your inner thigh.
His lips were warm and soft, sending shivers through you with every touch. As he trailed kisses higher and higher, your breath hitched.
A soft moan escaped from between your lips as Haechan's tongue flicked against the sensitive lips. He continued to tease you, his touch never quite reaching the place you desperately wanted him to be.
You squirmed beneath him, desperate for his touch, but he refused to give in. The teasing was almost unbearable. Your heart raced as you felt him moving closer, but still, he denied you.
Finally, just when you thought you couldn't take it any longer, Haechan pushed your legs further apart and dove between them without holding back. His tongue danced across your heated skin as he explored every inch of you.
Your back arched off the bed as you felt him start to get hard on your leg. You threw your head back, gasping for air as a wave of pleasure hit you.
Haechan continued, his tongue never faltering in its job to bring you to a place of pleasure. You felt amazing.Â
It wasn't long before the pleasure became too much to bear. A strong climax exploded through you.Â
You moaned his name, the sound echoing through the room as you came apart in his arms, your entire body shaking uncontrollably.
Once your body has relaxed, your breaths came in ragged gasps as you tried to catch your breath.Â
Haechan laid beside you, his eyes locked on your face as he continued to pant softly.
As you came back down to earth you got up from the bed, making Haechan sit up to watch what you were doing.Â
You got onto your knees right in front of him.
"Now itâs your turn," you said softly, your eyes meeting his. You could see the hunger in Haechan's eyes, causing you to squeeze your thighs together.
Haechan raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief lurking in his expression.Â
As he sat there, his gaze locked on yours, he slowly undid his jeans, letting them fall to the floor.Â
You couldn't help but gaze at him as he stood there before you, every inch of him screaming for your touch.Â
Your heart raced as you reached out to touch him, your fingers tracing a path down his chest and onto his stomach.
He shivered as your touch reached his stomach, but he didn't stop you. You continued to explore every inch of him, your fingers tracing the definition of his muscles, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.
As you reached the waistband of his boxers, you hesitated for a moment, uncertainty playing in your mind. But Haechan's eyes never left yours, urging you on.
With a deep breath, your hand dipped beneath the waistband, your fingers brushing against him. A soft moan escaped his lips, his eyes flickering shut for a moment before he opened them again, meeting yours once more.
You wrapped your hand around him gently, feeling him grow harder in your grasp. The warmth from him was intoxicating.Â
As you began to stroke him slowly, his eyes searched yours.Â
With a soft nod, you conveyed your permission through your eyes. And Haechan's gaze darkened, and his hunger became more pronounced. He reached out and slid your dress up and off, his fingers tracing down your arms as he removed it.
As the garment fell away, Haechan pulled you closer and gently moved your hair away from his face.Â
You moved closer to him as you licked the tip of his length.Â
Haechan let out a soft groan as your tongue flicked against him. You took him into your mouth slowly, savoring the taste of him. Haechan's eyes fluttered shut as you moved your tongue.Â
Haechan let out a small gasp as he hit the back of your throat, enjoying every second of it. You swirl your tongue around him.
He watched you intently, his eyes drinking at the sight of you on your knees before him, your hair falling down your back.
You lapped at him gently, your tongue tracing circles around his head. Haechan's hands gripped your hair tight, his knuckles turning white as he tried to hold onto something in this moment.
As you felt him start to thrust into your mouth, you took him deeper, your throat contracting around him as he began to lose control.
Haechan groaned loudly, his hands gripping your hair tighter, pulling you deeper into himself. His hips bucked uncontrollably, every muscle in his body tense as he was looking for his release.
You could feel his arousal growing more intense within your grasp. The sight of Haechan losing control above you sent shivers down your spine.
Finally, with a loud groan, Haechan thrust deep into your throat, a wave of pleasure washing over him as he came.Â
You felt his hot seed fill your throat, and the sensation was overwhelming.
Your body shook as Haechan's release flooded your senses, and you savored every moment of it. As he began to soften, you gently withdrew from him, the evidence of what happened dripping from your lips.
Haechan's eyes fluttered open, and he pulled you into his arms, his mind blurred with pleasure. He kissed you deeply, his tongue tracing the contours of your mouth, tasting himself on you.
As the two of you pulled away from each other you looked at the door and noticed Jay was gone. Not even noticing that he left.
You exchanged a knowing look with Haechan, both of you smiling. It seemed like the plan worked.Â
As you disentangled yourselves from each other, Haechan glanced down at your still-dripping lips. "We should probably clean up," he said, his voice low and husky.
You nodded, feeling heat in your cheeks as you headed back to the bathroom that was connected to the room.
As you cleaned up, you couldn't help but start to feel a little embarrassed. But Haechan's gentle touch and reassuring words made you feel at ease once again. He helped you clean up, his hands moving gently over your body as he wiped away the evidence of what just happened.
As the water ran into the sink, the two of you stood close, your eyes meeting in the mirror above.Â
When you were finished cleaning up, Haechan led you back to the bed, making sure to shut the door this time before making himself comfortable in bed. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. You could feel his heart beating against your back, his breath warm on your neck.
"Get some sleep," he whispered, his voice barely a murmur.
âWe canât stay here.â You whispered back, your voice laced with a hint of anxiety.
Haechan's arms tightened around you, his grip comforting and reassuring. âItâs Markâs room, I already asked if we could use it.â
You sighed, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. It wasn't the most ideal situation, but it was better than going home this tired.
As you snuggled closer to Haechan, you felt a sense of peace wash over you.
"Thank you," you hum.
Haechan whispered back, âShhh donât thank me."
Soon after, the two of you fell into a deep sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms and drifting off to the sound of each other's breathing. And as you slept, the two of you knew that whatever was going on between you just got a lot more serious.
As you slumped into your seat at the dining hall, Chenle grinned at you from across the table. âWhy do you look like you just went through hell?â
You glared at him. âThanks, Chenle. Needed that today.â
Before you could respond, Jaemin chimed in with a smug look. âShe went to Markâs party last night.â
Your eyes widened, taken aback by how he knew. âWait, how did youâ?â
âLife360,â Jaemin said, cutting you off with a proud grin. âI check everyoneâs location before I go to sleep.â
You groaned, rubbing your temples. âOf course you do.â
Chaeryeong, who had been quietly listening, suddenly leaned forward, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. âHold upâŠare we just going to ignore the fact that you went to Markâs party without us?â
You sighed, already sensing the upcoming interrogation. âGuys, itâs not a big dealââ
âPlease tell me you didnât go with Jay!â Jaemin interjected, shaking his head like he couldnât even believe it.
âNo!â you snapped back, fed up with hearing his name.
âThen who?â Jeno asked, leaning in with curiosity.
You hesitated, looking around the table before mumbling, âHaechanâŠâ
The silence that followed was loud. Chaeryeongâs jaw dropped while Chenle and Jeno exchanged glances. Jaemin was the first to break the silence, raising an eyebrow.
 âHaechan? Seriously?â
The table went silent again, all eyes turning to you as your last word hung in the air.
âHaechan?â Chaeryeong echoed, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. âYou went to a party with Haechan and didnât tell us?â
You groaned, running a hand over your face. âIt wasnât like that.â
Chenle smirked, clearly entertained. âI donât know⊠going to a party together, leaving us out of the loopâseems kinda suspicious.â
You groaned again, feeling their eyes on you like a shot light.Â
âItâs not what you think!â
âThen you better start explaining,â Chaeryeong said, crossing her arms. âBecause we all know how this sounds.â
âI didnât even plan to go! He convinced me at the last minute,â you defended yourself, glancing around the table. âAnd then Jay showed up, so Haechan⊠helped me avoid him.â
Jeno let out a small laugh. âSo Haechan was your knight in shining armor, again?â
âOh, please.â You rolled your eyes. âHe just wanted to mess with Jay. It wasnât about me.â
âStill,â Chaeryeong leaned in, lowering her voice dramatically, âDid you spend the night with him?â
Instead of responding, you groaned and buried your face in your hands, too exhausted to deal with the flood of questions.
Chaeryeong gasped dramatically. âOh my God! You did sleep with him, didnât you?!â
Your head snapped up, eyes wide. âI promise it was all part of a plan!â
Jaemin raised an eyebrow, skeptical. âA plan? What kind of plan involves you sleeping with Haechan?â
Chenle leaned forward, clearly intrigued. âYeah, Iâm dying to hear this one.â
You sighed, rubbing your temples. âWe knew Jay would hate it, okay? It wasnât supposed to mean anything.â
Chaeryeongâs eyes widened even more. âWaitâSo how did Jay know you two slept together?!â
âWellâ um, he was right outside the doorâŠâÂ
Chaeryeongâs jaw practically dropped to the floor. âWait. Wait. Jay heard you two through the door?!â
You squirmed in your seat, feeling the weight of everyoneâs stares. âNot just heard us...â
Jaemin sighed, running a hand through his hair. âHe watched you two have sex?!â
Chenle, grinning like a Cheshire cat. âI didnât know you were into that,â
âIâm not!â You tried to defend yourself, âand it wasnât even full-on sex!âÂ
Chenle let out a high-pitched laugh, and Jeno shook his head, âLet me get this straightâŠYou gave Haechan a blowjob while Jay was watchingâŠâÂ
âI mean if you put it like that it sounds weirdâŠâÂ
Chaeryeong gasped dramatically, covering her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide with shock and amusement. âOh my God, Y/n!â
You groaned, burying your face in your hands again. âIt wasnât like that!â you tried to explain, your voice muffled by your hands. âIt just⊠happened!â
Chenle was practically doubled over with laughter, wiping a tear from his eye. âHonestly, this is the best thing Iâve heard all week.â
Jeno sighed, trying to hold back his grin. âOkay, but seriously, what are you going to do now? You canât just pretend nothing happened.â
You nodded, biting your lip. âI know.â
Jaemin looked at you sympathetically, his voice softer now. âDo you like him?â
You took a deep breath and didnât answer.Â
The table fell silent, everyone waiting for your response. You could feel their eyes on you, especially Jaemin, as he leaned in slightly, waiting for you to speak.
Finally, you exhaled, avoiding their gazes. âI donât know,â you admitted, your voice quieter than usual.
 âItâs all so confusing. I didnât expect any of this to happen, and now⊠I donât know how I feel.â
Chaeryeong, always the first to jump in, sighed dramatically. âWell, if you donât know, thatâs already saying something. Maybe thereâs more to this than you think.â
Chenle, now composed from his earlier laughing fit, added, âHonestly if it was just to get back at Jay, you wouldnât be this torn up about it.â
Jeno nodded in agreement. âHeâs right. Youâve got to figure out if this was just a one-time thing or if thereâs something between you and Haechan.â
Jaemin stayed quiet, his eyes searching for yours. âItâs okay to not have all the answers yet,â he said gently. âBut donât ignore how youâre feeling just because itâs complicated.â
You groaned, âIâm just going to pretend like nothing happened and avoid him.âÂ
The group groaned in unison, making you roll your eyes.
âThatâs what we said not to do, Y/n,â Jeno said, shaking his head. âYou canât just avoid the guy forever.â
Chaeryeong crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair. âAnd you know Haechan. Heâs not exactly the type to let things go.â
Chenle leaned forward, grinning mischievously. âPlus, avoiding him will just make him chase you even more.â You sighed, slumping in your chair.
Jaemin gave you a soft smile, his eyes kind. âWhatever you decide, weâre here for you. Just⊠donât run away from it. If you need time, take it, but donât bury your feelings.â
You nodded, feeling the weight of their advice. âOkay, fine. Iâll talk to him⊠eventually.â
The group exchanged knowing looks, but no one pushed you further. At least, not yet.
Itâs settled, you're going to avoid him. But of course, that didnât go as smoothly as you hoped. Every time you tried to slip past him, he somehow spotted you first. It became a game of cat and mouse.
The awkwardness grew with each interaction, especially when youâd catch his eyes from across a room and immediately turn to flee. And as if that werenât bad enough, your phone wouldnât stop buzzing. Texts, missed calls, even voice messages. Haechan was relentless.
âY/n, can we talk? This is ridiculous.â
âAvoiding me isnât gonna make this disappear.â
âAt least hear me out before running.â
You groaned every time your phone lit up with his name. The tension built up so much that even your friends were getting fed up with your avoidance tactic.
âI told you he wouldnât just drop it,â Chenle teased, scrolling through his phone as you sat together in the library.
Jaemin, who was sitting next to you, gave a gentle nudge. âYou canât keep this up forever, Y/n.â
You knew they were right, but the idea of actually facing Haechanâafter everythingâfelt overwhelming. What would you even say? What did he want to say? The questions kept swirling in your mind, making it harder to act.
A small cough interrupted your thoughts, snapping you back to the present. You glanced up to see Haechan standing a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest and a determined look on his face. The library was quiet, and it felt like the world had paused at that moment.Â
âHow?â You looked back at your two friends who tried not to make eye contact with you.
âTraitorsâŠâ You mumbled.
âCan we talk?â he asked, his voice steady but it was laced with a hint of vulnerability.
You felt your heart race, the urge to run was almost overwhelming. âNot here,â you managed to reply, glancing nervously at your friends who were pretending to be absorbed in their work.
Haechan stepped closer, lowering his voice. âIâm not trying to make this awkward, but avoiding me isnât helping either. Can we go outside? Just for a minute?â
You hesitated, torn between wanting to confront your feelings and wanting to run away. The library felt suffocating, and with each passing moment, it seemed you had no choice but to face the situation head-on.
âFine,â you said, the word slipping out before you could second-guess yourself. You stood up, feeling your friendsâ eyes on you as you walked past Haechan and out of the library.
Once outside, the crisp air hit you, momentarily clearing your head. Haechan followed closely, and you turned to face him, arms crossed defensively.
âWhat do you want?â you asked, trying to sound braver than you felt.
âI want to explain,â he said, his expression earnest.
âWhat happened that night⊠it wasnât just a plan to get back at your ex for me.â
You swallowed hard, caught off guard by the intensity of his gaze. âThen what was it?â you challenged, unwilling to let him off the hook so easily.
âIt was confusing. Youâre confusing,â he replied, running a hand through his hair in frustration. âBut I canât stop thinking about you. I miss youâŠâ
His words hung in the air between you, heavy. You felt your heart flutter despite your better judgment. âOne chance,â you said finally, your voice steady but low.Â
âYou get one chance.â
Haechanâs eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his features. âOne chance? Thatâs it?â he asked, his tone a mix of disbelief and hope.
âYeah,â you nodded, crossing your arms defiantly.Â
He took a step closer, âAll I need is one date, and you will be hooked,â he stated, a confident smirk playing on his lips.
You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. âIs that so? You think itâll be that easy to impress me?â
He leaned in slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes. âI know it will be.â
You couldnât help but feel a spark of curiosity at his challenge. âAnd what if you canât?â
âI will,â he replied, his tone turning serious, âMeet me at my apartment tonight around seven.â
âTonight?â you echoed.
âI canât wait any longer,â Haechan responded, determination clear on his face.
âWhat do you have planned?â you asked, trying to mask your excitement with nonchalance.
Haechan smirked, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. âYouâll just have to trust me. I promise itâll be fun.â
âFun? Sounds like youâre setting the bar pretty high,â you challenged, trying to maintain your composure.
âTrust me,â he repeated, his voice low and enticing. âIâll make it unforgettable.â
You bit your lip, fighting the urge to smile. âFine, But if this goes bad, Iâm blaming you.â
âDeal,â he said, his grin widening. âJust be ready at seven. Iâll pick you up.â
âThought I was supposed to meet you there,â you teased, raising an eyebrow.
âYeah, but Iâm a gentleman,â he replied, his voice smooth and confident, a playful twinkle in his eyes.
You rolled your eyes, unable to hide your smile. âA gentleman, huh? I didnât know you had it in you.â
âOnly for you,â he shot back, leaning in a little closer.
âOkay, Mr. Gentleman. Just remember, Iâm expecting something impressive,â you challenged, crossing your arms.
âTrust me, you wonât be disappointed,â he promised, his tone sincere.
Haechan stepped back, breaking the moment slightly.Â
âJust focus on being ready. Iâll take care of the rest.â
âFine. Seven it is,â you agreed, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves racing through you.
âPerfect,â he said, a playful spark in his eyes. âIâll see you then.â
As the hours went by, you kept yourself busy getting ready. You were excited, yet you still felt a little sick from your anxiety. You didnât know what to expect.Â
By seven oâclock, you stood in front of the mirror, nerves filling your stomach. After applying the final touches of makeup, you gave yourself one last look.
A knock on the door startled you from your thoughts. Taking a deep breath before opening the door.
Haechan stood there, looking effortlessly handsome in a fitted shirt and jeans. âWow, you look incredible,â he said, his eyes full of aweÂ
âThanks,â you replied, feeling your cheeks warm under his gaze. âSo, whatâs the plan?â
âTaking you back to my place,â he said with a playful smirk, extending his hand to you. âLetâs go.â
âAs you walked together, the playful banter made it feel comfortable, just like it had before everything changed.â
Once you reached Haechanâs apartment, two guys walked out, exchanging casual greetings with him as they passed.
âWho were they?â you asked, curiosity growing.
âJust my roommates,â Haechan replied, âThe tall one is Jisung, and the short one is Renjun.â
You nodded, glancing at the duo. Jisung gave you a friendly wave while Renjun shot you a playful grin before they disappeared down the hall and leaving you two alone.
âCome on in,â Haechan said, leading you inside. The apartment was cozy, decorated with posters and fairy lights that created a warm atmosphere. In the middle of the living room stood a makeshift pillow fort, complete with blankets draped over furniture and twinkling lights strung inside.
âNo way, You remembered?â you asked, a laugh escaping your lips as you took in the sight.
Haechan shrugged, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. âOf course, we used to always make pillow forts as a kid.â
You couldnât help but smile at the nostalgic sight. âI canât believe you went through the trouble of making a pillow fort just for me,â you said, stepping further inside.
Haechan grinned. âI thought it would be fun. Plus, who doesnât love a good pillow fort?â
âTrue,â you replied, chuckling. âIâm already impressed.â
He led you inside the fort, where soft cushions and blankets awaited. The twinkling lights added a magical touch, casting a warm glow around the space. Haechan settled down next to you, leaning back against the pillows.
âSo, whatâs the plan?â you asked, eager to know what he had in store for the evening.
âWell,â he began, leaning in closer, âI thought we could watch some movies, eat snacks, and just relax. But first, I have a little surprise for you.â
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âA surprise?â
He reached into a nearby bag and pulled out a couple of your favorite snacks. âI know how much you love these!â he said, grinning as he held them up.
Your heart swelled at the thoughtful gesture. âYou went all out, didnât you?â
Haechan shrugged. âI try. Now, letâs pick a movie. Any preferences?â
You glanced at the selection he had lined up on his laptop. âHow about a rom-com?â you suggested, feeling playful.
âPerfect choice,â he said, clicking on a title that caught your eye. As the opening credits rolled, you both settled in, the cozy atmosphere making you feel at ease.
Throughout the movie, you find yourself laughing and stealing glances at Haechan. He seemed so relaxed and in his element, and you couldnât help but feel a warmth growing between you.
As the film reached an over the top romantic scene, you felt your heart race. Haechan turned to you, his gaze searching yours.Â
âWhat do you think?â
âItâs cute,â you replied, trying to hide your flustered state. âBut a little unrealistic.â
He chuckled softly. âYeah, like how they always seem to have the perfect timing for their big moments.â
âExactly! Who gets interrupted right before a kiss?â you joked, shaking your head.
âMaybe we should test it,â he suggested, his voice dropping to a softer tone.
You looked at him, your breath hitching slightly. âWhat do you mean?â
Instead of answering, Haechan leaned in closer, the distance between you closing. Your heart raced as he brushed his thumb across your cheek, his eyes locking onto yours.
âCan I?â he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Your stomach flipped, and you nodded, unsure if you could speak.
Haechan closed the gap, pressing his lips against yours softly. The kiss was gentle at first, but as you melted into the moment, it deepened.
When he pulled back, a playful smile danced on his lips.Â
âSee, no one interrupted us.â
You couldnât help but grin back, feeling giddy. âYou just interrupted your own kissââ
"I guess I did," Haechan replied.
"So much for perfect timing." You teased.Â
Haechan's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Maybe we need more practice," he suggested, his tone light but laced with his usual teasing.
You felt your cheeks warm, torn between giving in to the moment and addressing the elephant in the room.
"Haechan," you started, your voice soft but serious,
"What are we doing here? Is this just... fun for you?"
His expression sobered, and he took your hand in his, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin. "It's not just fun," he said, his gaze intense. "I meant what I said earlier. I can't stop thinking about you, Y/n. This... us... it means something to me."
Your heart raced at his words, but doubt still lingered. "But what about before? The plan, getting back at my ex..."
Haechan sighed, running his free hand through his hair. "I know how it looked. At first, maybe it was about that. But somewhere along the way, it became real for me. You became real for me."
You searched his face, looking for any sign of insincerity. "And now?"
"Now," he said, leaning closer, "I want to see where this goes. For real this time. No games, no plans. Just us."
The sincerity in his voice made your breath hitch. You found yourself leaning in. "Just us," you echoed, your lips mere inches from his.
Haechan closed the distance, capturing your lips in a kiss that was deeper, more passionate than the first. You melted into it, your hand finding its way to the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.
When you finally broke apart, both slightly breathless, Haechan rested his forehead against yours. "So," he murmured, a smile playing on his lips, "Am I living up to my promise of an unforgettable night?"
You couldn't help but laugh, the tension from earlier dissolving into a warm, giddy feeling. "It's a good start," you teased, your fingers tracing patterns on the back of his neck. "But you still have a lot of work to do."
Haechan grinned, pulling back slightly to meet your gaze.
"Challenge accepted," he said with a smirk.
You watched as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
Your heart pounded in your chest, wondering what surprise he had in mind next. "What are you doing?â
"You'll have to wait and see," Haechan replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes that had you both anxious and excited to find out.
As Haechan's whispers trailed off, you couldn't help but feel excited. Your heart raced in your chest, and you knew that whatever he had in mind, it was sure to be unforgettable.
He began trailing kisses down your neck, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, pulling it off and over your head. The sensation sent a shiver through your body, leaving you breathless and wanting more.
Your hands found their way to his back, drawing him closer as his lips continued their trail down your body.
His fingers grazed the delicate skin of your stomach, making you shiver beneath his touch. He pulled back slightly, his gaze locked with yours, and you knew he was contemplating your next move. You saw the desire in his eyes, and you couldn't help but feel aroused and eager to continue.
His hands drifted downwards, tracing the curve of your hips before gently tugging at your pants. He looked up at you again, seeking permission with his eyes. You nodded, giving him the green light to continue.
As Haechan's fingers danced beneath the waistband of your pants, you couldnât help but let out a small whine. This was real.
His hands slid beneath your waistband, pulling your pants down slowly, revealing more and more of your skin to him. He kissed his way down your body, his mouth leave a trail of wet kisses.
His fingers trailed along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.
He leaned in to kiss you again, his lips soft and demanding, and you responded him with equal passion. You could feel him get harder through the fabric of his clothes, and it made you even wetter.
You pawed at his clothes, silently telling him to take them off.Â
Haechan followed your cues, his movements quick as he tugged off his shirt, revealing the toned muscles of his chest and stomach. You couldn't help but moan at the sight. He then unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and let them slide down his legs, stepping out of them.
You stared at him in awe, your eyes locked onto him. His eyes caught yours and a smirk formed on his face. "Miss seeing me like this?" he asked teasingly.
"Mmmh," you replied breathlessly, your gaze traveling from his perfectly toned chest to the definition of his stomach, and finally to the hard bulge in his boxers.
Haechan chuckled and stepped out of the rest of his clothing, standing before you completely naked.
Without another word, he pulled you close to him, his erection pressing against your thigh. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the desire that kept growing with each passing second. It was intoxicating, and you felt yourself getting lost in it.
Haechan's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you even closer as he began to grind against you. The sensation was so good, and you could feel your body responding to his touch.
His lips found yours once again, slipping his tounge in your mouth.Â
His hands moved lower, his fingers finding their way between your legs, teasing your already wet folds. You gasped into his kiss, your body arching towards him.
His fingers explored deeper inside you. You could feel his erection pressing against you, begging to be inside you.
"Are you ready for me?" he groaned, his breath warm against your skin.Â
"Yes," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm ready."
Without another moment of hesitation, Haechan positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock rubbing against your sensitive skin. You let out a moan as he teased you.Â
He slowly pressed inside you, every inch of him filling you up. His eyes never leaving yours. You could feel the tip of his cock stretching you open, a feeling of fullness.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concern lacing each word.
"Perfect," you gasped, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer.
Haechan began to move, his hips thrusting into you with a rhythm that matched your own breathing.
Your hands clawed at his back, holding him close as he moved within you. The sound of his name falling from your lips was like music to his ears- a sound he never wanted to end.
Sweat began to trickle down Haechan's forehead, and the muscles in his arms tensed as he held you close to him.Â
As he thrust deeper into you, the walls of your body clenched around him, pulling him closer. His breath grew heavier, and he grabbed your face to look at him.Â
Your moans grew louder. The sounds of wet flesh meeting flesh filled the air, joining together with the hurried gasps and heavy breathing.
Your hips met his, matching his rhythm. You could feel your climax building.Â
"Donghyuck," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so close."
The use of his real name felt different, he felt almost primal as he growled in your ear. "That's it. Come for me baby."
As your body began to tremble, an intense wave of pleasure washing over you, Haechan thrust into you with a faster pace. His eyes locked on yours, he groaned, his jaw clenching as he fought to hold back his own release.
"I'mâI'm close too," he gasped, his eyes almost black from the pleasure.
The sound of your name falling from his lips made you feel like you were on the edge of the world. Your body shook as your climax hit its peak.
Just the sight of you orgasming sent Haechan over the edge. With a final thrust, he pulled out and came all over your stomach, painting you with his cum.
Breathless and panting, you watched as he collapsed beside you, his breathing ragged and uneven. You could feel the slickness of your arousal, mixed with his cum, coating your skin
âLetâs get you all cleaned up.â Haechan pulled away and planted a kiss on your forehead.
After cleaning up, you and Haechan settled back into the cozy pillow fort. The twinkling lights cast a warm glow as you cuddled close, wrapped in soft blankets. A comfortable silence fell between you.
Haechan gently took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. His eyes met yours, filled with warmth and a hint of nervousness.
"Y/N," he began softly, "tonight has been amazing. Being with you like this, it just feels right. I know we started this in an unconventional way, but my feelings for you are real."
Your heart fluttered as he continued, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand.
"I don't want this to be just one night. I want to build something real with you, to see where this could go." He paused, taking a deep breath. "Would you be my girlfriend?"
A smile spread across your face, warmth blooming in your chest. "Yes," you replied, squeezing his hand. "I'd love to be your girlfriend."
Haechan's face lit up with joy. He pulled you closer, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Round two?" he murmured, holding in his laugh as you slapped his chest.Â
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"girl who is going to be okay" back with the hard hour!
i know you tend to write more dominant and sexier y/ns (which i think are chef's kiss, esp the doms) but when it comes to jaemin for some reason i always imagine him with a less experienced y/n.
he wants to be oh so sweet to you, taking his time by slowly dragging his cock through your warm walls, his head nuzzled in your neck, but you just won't stop squeezing around him out of nervousness. idk why but the image of a man trying his hardest to restrain himself from going the pace that he wants, having to come to a still multiple times while all the way inside you to just take a breather and calm down, is just so hot?
jaemin x afab!reader
wc: 6.4k
warnings: pwop LOL, established relationship, inexperienced reader, desperate jaemin, dry humping, fingering, praise, oral, protected sex, soft dom!jaemin, sub!reader
a/n: don't ask me what happened... i lost the fight against jaemin brainrot...
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jaemin has been trying to control himself recently.
heâs always been more cautious with you knowing that you still get shy around him. he asks if he can kiss you, softly placing his lips on yours. his hands never grip too tight around your waist, and they never wander down too far. unless itâs you whoâs initiating the touching, heâll keep his hands to himself to stop the need to hold you tight against him.
even if he wants to.
itâs been an ongoing struggle recently. he doesnât know why, but heâs been filled with the need to have your warm walls around his length. on the late nights where youâre not there with him, heâs left alone to fuck his fist, imagining itâs you wrapped around him. heâd be so good to you, taking care of your every need.
he knows that heâs supposed to take it slow with you. you opened up to him saying that you were more inexperienced and that you were open to trying things with him. you just wanted to take it slow, you werenât in a rush. he obviously respected your opinion, but he canât help the thoughts that flooded his mind.
all he could manage was a soft smile and a press of his lips onto yours. he couldnât wait to have you how you wanted.
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jaemin wants you to come onto him. he doesnât want to pressure you into something youâre not ready for yet.Â
itâs one night where youâre both watching a movie. youâre cuddled up into his side, trying hard to pay attention to the movie playing in front of you. youâre not sure whatâs gotten into you, but you canât stop thinking about jaemin. heâs not doing anything, his hand is smoothing over your side as he watches the movie.Â
you keep thinking of your words from the other day. you were the one who suggested going slow, but as youâre sitting next to him now, youâre not sure how youâre supposed to hold up your words. you donât know how to bring it up. youâre not even sure what exactly it is that you want.
you can feel heat building up in your body, your cheeks growing hot the more time you spend at jaeminâs side. you bury your head into his shoulder, and jaemin coos at the sight of you. you almost feel guilty for feeling so⊠like this while he has no idea. you can feel frustration build up inside you, tears threatening to prick at your eyes as you want something youâre not even used to.
you accidentally let out a soft whine, immediately slapping a hand around your mouth. you pull away from jaemin, your shocked eyes looking into his. he looks more worried than anything, his eyes scanning all across your face as he asks, âare you alright, angel? is anything wrong?â
he watches as you shake your head no. for a moment, heâs worried for you, his hands moving to hold yours as he checks over you. heâs quick to realize how your thighs are squeezing together. itâs easy for him to pick up whatâs wrong with you. thereâs a small smile on his face when he puts one of his hands on your cheek, âyou feel hot. you need to tell me whatâs wrong so i can help you.â
judging by how heâs looking at you, you can tell he probably already knows whatâs wrong. you let out a shaky breath, unable to come up with any words. his thumb rubs softly into the skin of your cheek as you nuzzle into his touch. you take a deep breath before you speak, âi⊠i need your help, jaemin.â
he tilts his head, âwith what?â
âw-want you to⊠touch me.â before he can do anything, you reach for his hand, placing it softly onto your thigh. he stares at it, squeezing lightly as he feels around. heâs touched you before, but thereâs a difference between now and the quick, soft touches that he usually lays onto you. youâre asking him to touch you in a voice heâs never heard from you before.
he calls out your name, getting your attention as he stares into your eyes. you slowly move toward him, softly placing your lips onto his. thatâs all he needs, your confirmation as he molds his lips against you. his hands hold your face, keeping you still as your hands stay on the couch. one eventually makes it to his thigh, lightly touching it like he touched you earlier.
he lets you pull away from the kiss to take a breath. he finds himself slightly out of breath, too caught up with the feeling of your lips. he wants to feel you closer to him, despite you sitting right by him. he clears his throat, âcan i try something?â
you whisper out a yes. he tells you to stand up as you watch him get more comfortable on the couch, spreading his legs apart. he looks up at you, patting his thighs, âcome and sit down.â
the initial nervousness comes back as you feel more heat bloom in your face. your hands squeeze into fists as you debate on what you should do. it doesnât last long, though. thereâs a need for you to be close to him, to have him hold you as you kiss him. you want to feel the heat of his body against you as he kisses you.
you move slowly as you settle yourself on top of his thighs. itâs not uncomfortable, but youâre nervous to have him this close to you. heâs smiling at you, his hands sliding up on your thighs, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. he bats his eyelashes at you, âdo you still want to kiss?â
nodding, you learn forward to press your lips onto his. youâre mindful of how youâre sitting on him, not wanting to put all your weight down on him. heâs quick to run his hands down your sides, getting you to fully sit down on him.Â
he hums against you, gripping down onto your waist. he has you so close, and he can feel how warm you are against him. his tongue darts out, licking at your bottom lip. you open up slightly, letting his tongue lick into your mouth. itâs different from the soft kisses he gives you, and you welcome it as you move your tongue against his.
a soft whine escapes you, and before jaemin can try to get you to make that sound again, you instinctively roll your hips down onto his thigh. jaemin lets out an internal groan, swearing that he could feel you clench on top of him. all heâs done is kiss you and youâre already worked up. you move to get closer to him, your chest against his as he presses a hand to your back.
you roll your hips down, small noises escaping your mouth as you chase any type of friction you can get. your hands make it onto his shoulders for support as you mindlessly grind against him.Â
jaemin can feel himself getting hard from the way youâre moving on top of him and from the way youâre whimpering in his mouth. he grabs your hips, shifting you right on top of his clothed cock. you donât seem to notice at first, but when his cock twitches against your thigh, you pull away from him, staring down.
jaemin starts, âwhen you move like that on top of meâŠâ
âit feels good for you, too?âÂ
he nods, smoothing his hand over your back, âi think i could cum just like this. whatever you do, angel, i like.â
you gasp at his words, feeling his hands snake around to your back, moving you forward against him. he lets out a swear at the feeling, moving his hands to your waist as you grind down. thereâs a newfound desperation in your movements knowing that jaemin feels just as good as you feel, that youâre making him feel this way.Â
youâre on top of him, rolling down your hips in a way that seems too out of character for you. the shy, reserved self that you show to him is gone, replaced with the need to get yourself off with him. youâre using him, pants of his name fan across the skin on his neck as his hands wander a little further down.
heâs no better than you. heâs letting out low grunts as his hips roll up to meet yours. his hands finally make it to your ass, giving it a light squeeze as he lets out a curse. thereâs been too many times heâs had to stop himself from doing this, his hands moving a little rougher against you. he helps you roll your hips down onto him, grinding you down onto his tip.
he could easily flip you over, could pull down your shorts and panties and rut against your leaking pussy. but he canât, choosing to be content with how he has you now. he grits his teeth, pushing away the thoughts as he hears you let out a whimper of his name. he asks with a low voice, âangel, do you feel like you might cum?â
you donât answer right away, your whines and whimpers filling the air as you try to process what he said. you can feel him twitching under you, rolling his hips up against yours. your head falls to his shoulder, âjaemin, i need⊠i need to cum!â
his hands grip your hips, setting a pace for you as he grinds you harder against him. it doesnât take long for you to cum, not when heâs holding you and letting out groans of your name. seeing you so desperate to cum pushes him over the edge, cum staining his boxers as he ruts his hips up.
thereâs a comfortable silence between the two of you, heavy breaths filling the air as you collect yourselves. his arms wrap around your back, pulling you into a hug. you smile against his shoulder, your arms trying their best to wrap around his slumped figure on the couch.
it doesnât take you long to start whining, âiâm hot and sticky all at the same time, jaemin. i think we might need to move.â
he murmurs against you, âlet me hold you a little longer, angel. i liked this so much.â
âi did, too,â you press a kiss to his skin, âand as much as i did, i need to shower.â
a laugh fills the space between the two of you, âof course.â he pulls away from you, watching as you stand up on wobbly legs. to your embarrassment, he moves to walk you to the restroom, ignoring your complaints.Â
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jaemin thought that maybe just that once, you would act out on your instincts.
he noticed that you let him be a bit more touchier. he didnât want to push anything, but he let his hands linger on you a lot longer than they used to. you didnât even shy away when he would, youâd let his hands stay where they want to be. youâre the same, you kiss him more openly; you try teasing him a bit more, too.Â
he likes seeing you be more open with him, likes seeing you feel more confident in your love. heâll do anything you want him to if it means he can make you feel more comfortable.Â
itâs another day that heâs at his apartment with you. youâve had more time to come over, more time to spend with your boyfriend. he doesnât expect anything because he has to remind himself: you want to take it slow. he doesnât mind, he loves spending time with you regardless.
he doesnât really expect you to come to him that day while he moves you both to his bedroom, a shy look as you approach him, âjaeminâŠâ
he smiles at you, âhey, angel. what is it?â
âcan we⊠can we do what we did the other day again?â
âwhat do you mean? what did we do exactly?â
youâre not dumb to not notice his sly smirk, a cat-like grin growing on his face. he knows exactly what you mean, but heâs trying to get you to say it. your face heats up, murmuring out words that you canât even understand.
he moves to sit on the corner of the bed, his head tilting at your mumbled words. he reaches his arms out towards you, âyouâre gonna have to tell me what it is that you want, baby. canât help you if you donât tell me.â
without much thinking, you move to sit down on jaeminâs thighs. he didnât expect you to move like that on your own, shown by how his breath hitches in his throat. his hands donât hesitate to move to your waist, bringing you closer to him before they drop to your thighs. his thumbs move to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, causing you to shiver on top of him.
he chuckles at the sight of you, likes how your shorts have ridden up, giving him all access to your thighs. he pushes you right on top of his bulge, and slowly grinds you down on top of him, âi had my baby waiting for too long, hm? i shouldâve known you needed me, right?â
youâre already feeling dizzy from his words, trying to grind down on him already, trying to chase the feeling from before. his hands stop you, though, keeping you in place. he bites back a groan when he feels you squirm on top of him, âwonât you tell me how much you needed me?â
your voice comes out breathy, âi- couldnât stop thinking about you. i tried touching myself, but⊠it just didnât feel right without you.â
jaeminâs grip on you gets tighter, his eyes shutting at the thought. imagining you stuffing your hands in your shorts, trying to make yourself feel just as good as he made you feel. he lurches forward, caging you in a heated kiss. he can feel you try to keep up with him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you do.
he can feel how desperate you are, no restraint shown in how you moan into his mouth. youâre more unrestrained, and he loves it, loves how heâs made you like this. heâs just as needy as you are, probably even more than you are. heâs the first one to start moving, his hips grinding up into yours. heâs practically using you like a toy, groaning in your ear at the feeling.
his grip loosens, allowing you to move with him. you drag your clit along his hardening cock, clenching around nothing as jaemin peppers kisses along your shoulder. it feels just as good as last time, but you can't help but feel like youâre missing something. you want him, you need him to help you make you feel good. âjaemin, i-â you whimper, âi w-want more, please.â
he has to forcibly stop himself from grinding up to you, focusing on your words, âwhat do you want me to do?â
you grab one of his hands, looking at his fingers before placing it back at your inner thigh, âi-i want you to touch me. like how i tried touching myself.â
jaeminâs head tilts back, eyes shutting at your words. you can feel him twitch under you, his hands balling at his sides. he takes a breath before refocusing on you, âcan you stand up for me?â
you do, moving off of him, immediately whining when youâre not close to him. he shushes you lightly when he rests against the headboard of his bed, his legs spread, eyes filled with need as he looks at you. âcome here, angel. iâll make you feel good.â
you crawl over to him, and as youâre about to face him, he turns you around so that your back is towards him. he pulls you against his chest, his head resting on your shoulder as he coos at you, âcan you take off your shorts for me, baby?â
youâre a bit shy, but do so nonetheless. you struggle, too eager for him to continue. he watches you, eyes zeroing in on the expanse of skin being exposed to him. this is the most heâs ever seen of you, and youâre not even fully undressed. without thinking, he says, âyouâre so pretty, angel. so pretty, just for me, hm?â
youâre quick to agree, your back pressing against his chest. you can feel his cock twitch under you, and it makes you more eager. his fingers leave featherlight touches along your thighs, inching close to where you need him most. he hums in your ear, âneeded me to feel good, couldnât touch yourself without my help. youâll let me help you, right?â
you let out a whine at his words, squirming on top of his lap to get him to continue. he lets out a low chuckle, âmy eager baby, iâll make you feel good. just be patient.â
his fingers trace circles on your inner thighs, enjoying the small noises you let out at his teasing. you donât try to rush him anymore, trying your best to stay still on his lap. youâre biting down on your lip when his fingers rest on the edge of your panties. heâs sitting there, so close to your heat while pressing kisses to your neck, and youâre not sure how much more you can take.
âjaemin, please touch me. i wanna know how it feels.â
he traces his fingers along your clothed slit. he immediately lets out a shaky breath when he does, realizing just how wet you are from the little touches heâs offered you. youâre like this because of him, and he knows youâve never felt like this for anyone else. heâll make sure youâll never want anyone to do this to you.
âyouâre dripping, angel,â his fingers press against your clit, âis it all for me?â
you gasp, hips twitch at the feeling, ây-yes! all for you, please keep going.â
he canât say no when you ask so nicely, your sweet voice taking over all of his thoughts. his middle finger makes slow circles on your clit, enjoying the way whimpers easily begin slipping out of you. you hold onto his arm for support, your hips trying to rut up in his touch, unknowingly trying to gain more stimulation.
his other hand thatâs not touching you pries your leg open, keeping it from trying to shut around his hand. youâre so sensitive, responding to the light touches with high pitched moans, whimpers of his name rolling off of your tongue. he has to forcibly stop himself from grinding into your ass, biting the inside of his cheek when he can feel himself twitching.Â
he knows you need more when your nails begin to dig into the skin of his arms. his arm has a hard time trying to keep your legs open for him, caught up in all the sensitivity of his touches. you break when he speeds up the circles on your clit, âj-jaemin, hold on! i might- i might cum!â
âisnât that what my angel wants?â
you feel embarrassed asking, but if you donât tell him, heâll never know, âcan we⊠i wanna feel your fingers on me- or in me.â
jaeminâs head tilts back onto the headboard, all of his restraint lost at your words. âiâll help you, wanna show you just how good you can feel. is that okay with you?â
âyes⊠please, jaemin.â
his fingers move to pull your panties to the side, exposing your dripping pussy to him. he bites down on his lip again to contain the moan that threatens to slip out. he can look over and see how wet you are for him, how youâre on display for him. âmy angel has the prettiest pussy iâve ever seen,â he lets out a breath at the whimper that comes from you, âso needy just for my fingers.â
you let out a whine, your hips bucking into the air as you try to search for any friction. he finally gives in, two fingers moving to circle at your clit. you melt immediately, head lolling onto his shoulder, loud whimpers filling the air. he mumbles in your ear, âwanna get you all wet for me before i try fingering you, okay?â
âplease keep going.â
he presses a kiss to the shell of your ear, fingers speeding up on your clit. he can feel you begin twitching on top of him, legs threatening to close on his hand. you try to keep yourself spread open for him. jaeminâs other hand slowly trails up your body, reaching under your shirt to one of your boobs. he groans when he realizes you arenât wearing a bra, fingers meeting a hard nipple.
with jaeminâs fingers on your clit and tugging on your nipple, it doesnât take long for you to begin dripping all over the sheets. your moans have raised in pitch, calling out to him, begging him for more. âyouâre ready for my fingers, angel? wanna feel them inside you?â
a moan of his name slips out of you, pleading for him. he plants a kiss on your shoulder, licking at the spot right after, âof course, baby. gonna take it slow for you.â
his hand slides down, his middle finger making it to your entrance. he shushes you when you start squirming, his finger slowly sliding inside you. it feels different, but good. your legs shut around his hand, and he lets it happen as he watches in awe. youâre so tight, he thinks. he wonders how heâs gonna fit himself inside of your tight pussy.
the thought makes him twitch in his pants, bringing himself back to the task at hand. your legs slowly open back up, your hips rolling in time with the movements of his finger. he didnât expect to see the sight of you like this this fast. you let out a moan, âwanâ another finger, jaemin.â
âangelâs ready for another?â his ring finger moves to your entrance, slowly entering inside along with his middle finger. he can feel you tightly clench around his fingers, letting out a cry when his palm rubs against your clit. itâs too much, the sensation bringing you quickly to the edge. itâs only intensified when jaemin curls his fingers inside you, finding a spot inside you the sends shocks along your spine.
âfeel good, baby?â
you can barely hear him, thighs beginning to shake as he presses he continues presses his fingers against your sweet spot. youâre falling apart quickly, his fingers plunging deep inside you as his other hand moves back to your boob, groping at the flesh. you let out a sob, âgonna cum, jaemin. wanna cum so bad!â
âyeah, gonna cum all over my fingers? go ahead and cum, pretty.â
your head falls back onto his shoulders, a wail leaving you as you cum, clenching on his fingers. his watches you intensely, watches how youâre left a mess because of him. he gives up on keeping your legs open, liking just how much you show how good heâs making you feel.Â
he leaves kisses along your neck, his hand thumbing over your nipple and his palm slowly rubbing into your clit. you ride out your orgasm, letting out a squeak when the stimulation feels a little too much. he removes his hands from you, choosing to wrap them around you as he whispers in your ear, âdid so good for me, angel. loved watching you fall apart because of me.â
while youâre coming down from your high, jaemin subtly brings his fingers that are wet with your slick to his mouth. he almost wants to moan around his fingers, realizing that youâre the sweetest thing heâs ever tasted. he likes the taste of you on his tongue so much, realizing he might just have to do more than finger you next time.
your breaths begin to even out, your mind becoming clear from the haze you were in. you can feel jaemin nuzzle into your neck, but more importantly, you can feel his dick press into your backside. heâs still hard, and you realize he hasnât cum yet.
jaemin watches as you slowly turn your body to face him, sliding down to your knees. he moves to sit at the edge of the bed, your dazed eyes following his every move. your head moves to rest on his knee, looking up at him with a pretty smile on your face, âare you gonna teach me how to make you feel good?â
he follows your hand that trails up his thigh, dangerously close to his bulge. his angel wants to make him feel good. his hand cups your cheek, thumb sliding across your skin, âgonna be good for me, baby?â
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over the course of a few weeks, jaemin has been seeing a change in you.
youâre more touchy now, easing into his side as you cuddle on the couch. you donât shy away when he touches you either, choosing to go along with his antics. you tease him, a playful smile on your face when you let yourself sit on his lap.
now, you try to initiate more intimate acts with him. youâre still a little nervous, jaemin helping you along the way as you lay back onto his bed, fingers moving inside you. you always return the favor, jaemin liking the way you look with his cock in your mouth way too much. heâs also had the time to eat you out, easily folding when you ask him to use his mouth one day.
which is how he finds himself today, harshly sucking on your clit while his fingers plunge into your dripping cunt. your whimpers and moans fill the air, almost covering up the lewd sounds of jaemin eating you out. every time he does this, he acts like a man starved, licking at your entrance just to get a taste of your slick.
one of his hands makes it to your boob, kneading at the flesh just to get you to moan out for him, just to feel you clench harder around his fingers. you whine when he pulls his fingers out of you, his tongue moving to lap at your hole. whatâs different is that his tongue slips in, pressing into your hole.
your hips jut into his face, his nose rubbing against your clit. it feels so new, and it sets off a desire in you. your mind is now needing to be filled up with something more, something that jaemin can easily provide to you.
one of your hands wraps around the one on your boob, moving to interlock his fingers with yours. you can feel him smile against you, speeding up his movements. you call out to him weakly, getting his attention as he hesitantly moves away from your pussy. you try to ignore how his mouth and chin are wet, his low voice asking, âwhat is it, baby?â
you try to put yourself together, your voice coming out shaky when his other thumb rubs against your clit, âi-iâm ready.â
âready to cum? iâll make sure you do.â
before he can plunge back to your cunt, you call him once more, ânot for that! well, to cum, but⊠i think iâm ready to have sex with you.â
at lightning speed, he sits up, eyes bulging out of his head, âreally? are- are you sure? itâs not too soon?â
âno,â you smile, âi-i mean, i trust you. i trust you to, um, take care of me.â
he watches as shyness takes over you, avoiding eye contact as you talk. thereâs a soft smile on your face, your words being genuine. âyou shouldâve told me so i couldâve made today more special,â he nags, âi couldâve had a whole day with you, angel.â
you let out an airy laugh, âany time i get to spend with you is special, jaemin.â
he huffs, âif you say youâre ready, then youâre ready. if at any point in time you want me to stop, iâll stop. we can do anything you want, just say the word.â
âwant this, jaemin. want you.â
he lets out an affirming okay, quickly sliding off of the bed in order to take his sweats off, choosing to leave his boxers on for now. he quickly rejoins you, âiâm gonna finger you some more, alright, baby? wanna make sure that youâll be nice and ready for me.â
you nod, choosing to sit up a little more as you watch two of his fingers slide into you. youâre still so wet, his fingers easily plunging inside you. he scissors his fingers inside you, stretching you out for him. his thumb hooks around to your clit, rubbing in tight circles that has your head lolling back.Â
âdoesnât take long for you to get ready for me, hm? my baby just needs my help, right?â his words shoot straight to your core, pushing you close to cumming. he can feel you clench tightly, adding a third finger as he continues.Â
you tell him that youâre close, whining that you want to cum with him instead. he smiles at you, cooing, âwant you to cum now, then iâll know that youâre ready to take my cock.â
you immediately let go, cumming all over his fingers. he knows what sets you off now, how to get you to cum quickly with just a few motions. he grins at the sight of you, âso good for me, my baby is so good for me.â
you swat him away when he tries continuing, a small laugh leaving him as you do. his hand smoothing over your thigh calms you, bringing you back to look up at him with a certain look. he bites down on his lip when you speak, âi think iâm ready- think iâm ready for you, jaemin.â
âyeah?â jaemin tries not to sound nervous himself, âmy baby needs me already?â
you nod, covering your face in embarrassment at his words. itâs even more embarrassing when you ask, âyou have c-condoms, right?â
he reaches over to his nightstand, fishing one out from the bottom of his drawer. since he started dating you, he hasnât found the need to buy anymore. he thanks his past self for leaving just a few behind, he wouldâve died if he had to say no to you now. a bright smile shines on his face when he shows it to you, laughing at you when you look at it weirdly.
âwanna watch me put it on?â
you laugh at his words, thanking him internally for trying to lighten the mood.
as jaemin slides the condom on, he realizes he wants this just as bad as you do. he notices how his chest is heaving with every breath he takes, and heâs not even inside you yet. his eyes glance up towards yours, looking back at him, pleading for him to just do something. âiâm gonna start moving. angel, need you to tell me if i need to slow down or stop moving.â
you nod sweetly at him, hand moving to cup his cheek, thumb smoothing over his skin. âi love you, jaemin. you can start.â
your sweet words and action has his skin burning up, his cheeks turning red as he lines himself up at your entrance. he can feel how warm you are, his tip sliding over your slit a few times, working the both of you up. his body hovers over yours, moving to press kisses on your neck when he slides in.
your nails dig into his shoulders when he presses in. he lets out a grunt, âs-so tight, need you to relax, baby. canât move if youâre not relaxed.â
âs-sorry! i just- youâre so big.â
he groans at your words, his head falling to your shoulder again. he slips out of you, giving you a second to relax before you give him the go ahead again. he slowly slips his tip in, wincing when he feels you clamp down on him. he bites down on his lip to stop any embarrassing sounds from coming out, hand soothing your side as he pushes more of his length in.
itâs a weird feeling for you, it doesnât exactly hurt, but he is stretching you open. nothing this big has been inside you, so used to his fingers. you let out broken whines, asking him to stop at certain points. your nails lightly scratch down his back,Â
his hips finally are flush against yours, his cock buried deep inside you. you can feel him twitch, slightly shaking on top of you. heâs trying to calm you down, soft words being whispered into your ear, followed by soft kisses. his thumb snakes between your bodies, tracing light circles on your clit.
if only you knew how much he was struggling not to buck his hips into your cunt. youâre so tight, so warm, clenching down on his cock. your walls are getting used to the intrusion, soft pants fanning across his face. you call out his name, his hips accidentally pushing closer to you as you clench around him. he quickly apologies, eyebrows furrowing at the feeling.
âi-â you let out a breath, âi want you to s-start moving. s-slowly, please.â
âof course, angel. like i said, tell me if i need to stop, if i need to slow down, or anything, okay?â
you nod quickly, jaemin leaning back up, his eyes staring down at where you two are connected. you spare a look, getting embarrassed at the sight. he starts slowly moving, pulling slowly out of you before pushing back in. you can feel every inch of him, your warm walls inviting him in. itâs so easy for you to just let him take over, the feeling slowly bleeding into pleasure as he gets a rhythm.
while youâre getting used to the feeling, jaemin seems to be losing himself in you. every time he moves his hips, he can feel how wet you are. itâs like you try to suck him back in when he tries pulling out, like you need him to keep on fucking you. your arms are wrapped around his shoulder, bringing him closer to you. heâs surrounded by all of you, your scent, your cunt, the pretty sounds youâre making.
when you start moaning his name, he has to stop, head falling to your shoulder as he tries to keep his composure. he knows he canât just yet, but he wants to fuck into your cunt, wants to have you fucked stupid just because of his cock. the thought makes him twitch inside you, the feeling of his orgasm already bubbling up in his abdomen.
he lets out a shaky exhale before he starts moving again, a little faster than before. âhowâre you feeling, baby? tell me how it f-feels for you.â
âfeels so good, jaemin! your cock feels so good inside me!â
you clench down on him, your hips rolling up into his. youâre moving in time with his thrusts, your nails raking down his back, leaving trails of red marks for later. he doesnât care though, not when youâre wrapped tightly around him, not when he gets to hear you moan his name. all he can think about is you, and how badly he wants to flip you over and really fuck you.
âso tight, you keep clenching so tight around me, wanna make this pussy mine. tell me itâs mine, angel.â
âplease! âs all yours, iâm all yours!â
he lets out a growl, heâs quickening his pace, hands gripping onto the sheets near your head. he needs to kiss you or else he might think about how bad you need him, how heâs been the one to show you all this. you kiss him back, whining into his mouth as your chest arches into his. he can feel your hard nipples against his chest, letting out a low fuck.
he can feel himself getting close, his thumb rubbing quick circles on your clit. he can start feeling you clench around him, your voice rising in volume as you start babbling out to him. he prays that your close, too. he doesnât think he can last much longer, not with the way youâre wrapping around him.
âgonna cum, angel? you wanna cum, gonna cum with me?â
he sounds so needy, just as fucked out as you are. you can barely register his words, but you know you need to cum just as bad as he does. he picks up his pace, his hands gripping onto your hips as he pounds into you. his low moans join your whines and whimpers, jumbled praises leaving his mouth as he gets closer, âs-so good for me, angel. pussy made just for me, only for me. no one else will ever have you like this.â
you nod, tears pricking your eyes as you come undone, cumming all over his cock. heâs quick to follow, unable to stop himself from cumming when you clench down on his cock. heâs groaning in your ear, quickly moving to messily kiss you. he licks into your mouth, moaning when you start milking his cock.
he slows down, quickly sliding out of you. he sits back on his knees, eyes staring at your spent pussy. heâs broken from his trance when you let out an embarrassed whine of his name. he chuckles when you shut your legs, sliding the condom off before tossing it in the trash.
youâre so tired, all of your energy being used up. jaemin rejoins you in bed, hand smoothing over your thigh, admiring the glow emanating off of you, almost wishing he could take a picture. maybe for another time, he thinks, heâll bring it up later.
itâs quiet, enjoying the presence of your boyfriend as his light touches move all over. before you can fall asleep, his voice calls out to you, âangel, we gotta get you cleaned up.â
you whine, âbut âm too tired, you did this to me.â
he laughs, hand moving to hold yours, âi know, i know. let me make it up to you, let me take care of my baby, hm?â
you sigh contentedly, âin five minutes.â
he canât ever argue with you, easily giving up when he lays right by your side, âfive minutes, baby.â
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Sanemi finding out you pretended to be a boy in order to get trained properly and him falling head over heels for you after
Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader
Word Count: 4,2k
Synopsis: If there's one thing you always hated, it was being underestimated. Because you're nothing but a petite girl in the eyes of every other demon slayer you stumbled upon with even the sound hashira going easy on you. They left you no choice but to pretend that you're a boy in order to finally get the training you deserve. Little did you know it will be the wind hashira himself who uncovers your dirty secret...
Warnings: it's Sanemi so language, the bonus scene is for those of you who are in desperate need of some spice (no direct smut), last part not proofread because this needs to be published and I'm tired lol
Thank you sooo much for that super cool request, @xxx-oneofthegirls-xxx, I hope you like what I came up with (also, you made me listen to one of the girls nonstop while writing this hehe)
You stare at your foreign reflection in the mirror, cheeks still burning. This looks ridiculous and you know it, your plan so plain and stupid that you regret your decision more and more with each passing second.
But you have to do this.
âDonât overwork yourself, (y/n). Youâll rest here while the others run a few extra miles.â
âBut Tengen-sama, I-â
âHere, letâs get you something to eat!â, Suma cried out.
âYouâre overworking that poor woman, Tengen-samaâ, Mako commented dryly.
âI already told her to take a break!â
Because without pretending that youâre a boy, theyâll never take you seriously. Not when youâre a petite girl, not when everyone treats you like porcelain because of your small frame and gender. You came her because youâre ready to fight, because being a demon slayer is your true destiny. You want to get trained hard, you urge to surpass yourself each and every day.
You stare at your eyes filled with determination in the mirror. Therefore, you need to make sure they see nothing but a normal boy in you.Â
Itâs hard to breathe properly with countless bandages tied around your chest in order to hide your feminine curves to their eyes. Carefully, you tie a ribbon around the ends of your hair and pull them up. Good, now your hair is about shoulder-length. A plain hairband that is convincing enough as a sweat band turns your usual longer hair into a temporary short cut.
Is this enough? Will the mist hashira actually believe you?
Confidently, you change into the uniform you stole from a boy nearby earlier and grab your katana. There is no other way than finding out.
âWhereâs that little girl? Didnât Tengen-sama allow her to continue?â
âHuh, you mean the little wallflower? I bet she gave up when she saw what hashira training really means. She wasnât even strong enough to hold a sword.â
Your heart drops to the floor while your eyes automatically look down in panic and distress. Everyone underestimates you over the sheer fact that youâre a girl. But why? Why would you give up? Why is everyone thinking you arenât strong enough when women like Shinobu Kocho show them how itâs done? You didnât train since you were 4 to get reduced to your gender and height.
No, youâll show them soon enough how good you really are and that youâre no one to be messed with.
âLook at him!â
âWho is that guy?â
âHe fights as good as Tanjiro!â
âIâve never seen him around. Do you know him?â
And you did. Training after training, hashira after hashira. Somehow, you surpassed them all. Despite your small frame, your disadvantage towards the boys with their ability to move freely in the scorching hot sun, you made it.
âIt seems like youâre decent handling your sword. I have no use for you here anymoreâ, Obanai proclaims dryly.
YouâŠyou did it? Youâve been here for 3 days, spent the first day tied to a wall while getting smacked by some useless comrades. But you really convinced him, the serpent hashira, the man a lot of the others were so afraid of.
Your heart jumps up and down in excitement. You convinced him.
âThank youâ, you mumble in reply with deepened voice.
âLetâs see how youâll keep up with Shinazugawa. Now get lost.â
Shinazugawa? Youâve heard that name before. Is thisâŠthe wind hashira? Your eyes widen as you sprint down the forest in the merciless sun. If Iguro Obanai is considered rough, Sanemi Shinazugawa has to be a menace. You heard from countless slayers that went back home as soon as they arrived at his estate, some beaten up so badly that they needed treatment.
For days.
You swallow hard. If this man finds out that youâre not who you pretend to be, youâll be dead. But you have no other choice. After everything youâve been through, you wonât give up because of the wind hashiraâs bad reputation.
âHowâs training going?â, Sanemi mumbles while staring into the distance.
âAll of them are trash. Thereâs only one that is decent, thoughâ, Obanai replies dryly.
âDonât tell me itâs that Kamado brat-â
âNo, Iâve never seen that boy before. No one seems to know who he is. Heâs pretty small for his age and acts even weirder than the others but I canât deny that heâs skilled. Even KanrojiâŠpraised himâ, Obanai presses out.
Heâll definitely never forget you for taking up the space of a full hand-written site in her note to him.
âYou all went too easy on him, then. Iâll mop the floor with his ass when he gets to me.â
âWeâll see about that.â
Your breath gets stuck in your throat. There it is, the estate of the wind hashira. Only him and the stone hashira are left. Only these two until youâre able to drop your false identity and use your newest skills in a real fight. When youâre done here, youâll finally be able to protect your village properly. No demon will ever hurt your friends and family again.
You just have to get through a few more days of training. A few more days with the wind hashiraâŠ
-two days later-
âGet lost, bratsâ, Sanemi barks out in sheer frustration.
Are these losers really supposed to be useful in a fight against Kibutsuji? They arenât even good enough to hold their wooden sword correctly, let alone find the right stance to fight. God, this is such a waste of time, so fucking annoying that he smashes his own wooden sword into the ground roughly.
âFucking useless rabbleâ, he hisses through gritted teeth.
When his blurry sight catches yours, heâs even more infuriated. He really thought the other pillars were too gentle with you. You, with your thin and small frame, with your innocent eyes that almost make you look like a girl. And while you look like the biggest loser of this whole corps, you manage to fight better than all the others.
âEnough of this bullshit, weâre using real swords nowâ, Sanemi barked at you while already grabbing his sharp katana.
âFine.â
You didnât storm towards him, didnât act out of confidence or rage. You stayed so calm that Sanemi didnât know how to act for the split of a second.
The split of a second. This minor moment was enough for you to lift your blade and scratch his cheek ever so slightly.
âDid heâŠJust hit the wind hashira?â
âThis canât be true. A strange guy like him, hitting one of the most powerful demon slayers?â
âYouâŠYou have some fucking nerve, little brat! Iâll make you pay for this!â
Oh, how often he tormented you. Made you stand up in the middle of the night for a fight, forced you to stand up against all your comrades. He pushed you over your limit over and over, made you suffer in a way he never did before.
But you still stand your ground. Still, you grab your wooden sword and follow the others inside at dawn as if nothing happened.
And it simply drives him insane.
âYou, little brat!â
âYes, Shinazugawa-sama?â
Your guts turn in an instant. In contrast to the other hashira training, this feels like a trip to hell and back. It almost seems as if the wind hashira made it his mission to let you suffer more than anyone else. What have you done to deserve his anger? Did you act out of line, aloof? It has to be the fact that you injured his cheek during your fightâŠ
âNever mind. Get out of my sight.â
He doesnât have to tell you twice. Instantly, you turn on your heels and make your way to dinner. Maybe youâll finally have to chance to wash yourself tonight. With all those unexpected training sessions and the wind hashira torturing you until far past midnight, you didnât even find the time to take a bath. Urgh, you canât wait to finally take those bandages off and to wash your itchy scalp. All that sweating without the relief of a jump in the cool lake nearby is definitely hard to endure.
But tonight. Tonight youâll finally get the chance to escape the merciless gaze of Sanemi Shinazugawa.
He doesnât know what keeps him up tonight. Is it the full moon that lights his room, his still enraged heart? Itâs still hard to believe that youâre acting up like this, that you manage to hit him. Out of all the jerks he trained, why does it have to be the smallest and therefore weakest one?
Maybe all he needs is letting his anger out on you. Sanemi storms into the dormitory wearing nothing but a casual yukata. He might hunt you around the lake for a few rounds or lets you practice your sword bows until you turn blue-
But his eyes donât get greeted by your hair sticking out underneath youâre blanket.
âWhere the hell are you, brat?â, he hisses to himself.
âThis feels like heavenâ, you moan to yourself while you dip your head into the cool water.
You never cared about getting covered in mud or dried blood sticking to your skin. But oh, the feeling of cleaning yourself up again after a rough day is just unmatched. Gently, your fingers brush through your wet hair, free yourself from all the dirt of those last days.
When will you be able to return? After that, only the stone hashira is left. How did you manage to land all the way over here? Hiding behind the identity of a boy no one know in order to get treated equally. Your efforts were definitely worth it. With those countless new techniques youâve learned, youâll finally be able to stand up against the demons that haunt down your village on a regular basis. Finally, youâve got the education you deserved.
âYou have to be fucking kidding me.â
All color drains from your face in an instant. You donât have to look past his knees to know who stays right in front of you. Why didnât you hear him coming? How did he manage to show up in front of you without you noticing?
âS-Shinazuwaga-samaâ, you breathe out.
It doesnât matter how he found you. With your hair open and your upper body barely covered by the water, he already saw through your well-hidden secret. Or better said, your lie.
âYouâre so dead.â
You canât escape. In the matter of seconds, he is with you in the water and grabs your wrists roughly.
âYou lied into our faces this whole time?â, he hisses through gritted teeth.
âI had to-â
âYouâre nothing but a little girl!â
âYou left me-â
âWhat else do you have to hide? Are you even a demon slayer? Iâm totally in the mood to kill you right on the spot-â
âYOU LEFT ME NO CHOICEâ, you finally blurt out.
âNo choice? Are you out of your goddamn mind?â
âTengen-sama treated me like porcelain because Iâm a woman, but I didnât want that! I wanted to train like the boys do, I wanted to suffer like everyone else! How am I supposed to become a decent swordswoman when everyone goes easy on me because of my gender!?â
âYouâŠYou lied to us.â
âI did.â
âYou arenât a guy.â
âIâm not.â
Thick silence hangs between both of you, only interrupted by sharp and heavy breaths. What now? Will he send you away in dishonor or even worse, exclude you from the corps completely? Youâve worked so hard to even get accepted, poured your heart and soul into those past days. All of this, vanishing in thin air?
âPlease donât send me awayâ, you finally press out.
âAre you dumb? Ainât no way Iâm letting you stay-â
âI canât return home in dishonor. I did all of this to be able to protect my family and village. If I return home like thisâŠâ
You canât finish your sentence, your throat suddenly feeling so tight that you even fail to breathe.
âGet out of my sight.â
âBut I-â
âI said get out of my sight!â, he screams on top of his lungs.
You flinch backwards and almost trip into the water. Talking doesnât do much. If youâre not leaving the next few seconds, he might drown you.
With a heavy heart you leave the water, carefully hiding behind a tree until youâre fully dressed again.
âWhatâs your real name?â, he shouts towards you harshly.
âMy name is (y/n)â, you mutter, not daring to look into his cold eyes.
And then you stumble back. Back into the dormitory you know so well by now. Back into what might be the last night at the demon slayer corps for you.
âRemember that skilled guy you told me about?â, Sanemi mumbles while staring at the ground.
âYeah. What about him?â
âItâs not him. Sheâs a fucking girl that pretended to be a guy.â
It still feels like a feverish dream. Why did nobody realize sooner? Not even himselfâŠGod, heâs such an idiot for not throwing you out instantly. You lied straight into his face, you lied to the whole demon slayer corps all this time. You deserve to leave, you deserve all that hatred and disgust.
âThatâs actually quite impressive. How did you find out?â, Obanai comments dryly.
âI caught her bathing. Said she didnât want to get differently because sheâs a girl.â
Just the thought of seeing you there lit by nothing but moonlight, your long hair draped like a veil around you and your female curves he didnât even know existedâŠ
âThat are some unexpected news. Do the others know?â
âI wonât tell âem. Iâll kick her out the corps when I return.â
âWhy kicking her out? No matter if boy or girl, you canât deny sheâs the most promising one until now. Why not keeping her?â
âKeeping her?â, Sanemi repeats in sheer disbelief.
âAinât no way Iâll ever speak to a filthy little liar like her again.â
âHer plan worked, though. And I hate to admit it, but she did pretty good.â
Sanemiâs furious eyes dart towards Obanai in nothing but frustration. You fooled every single hashira until now. You hold so much potential that eventuallyâŠWould you survive as his tsugoko?
âIâll leaveâ, he finally speaks out before turning his back on Obanai and storming away.
What the hell is he supposed to do?
How utterly dumb you feel sitting on that porch with your wet hair still open in the cool breeze far past midnight. You have no idea where he went, if heâs out to inform the head of the corpse about your behavior or even worse, your own family. Is it too early to pack your few belongings, to leave before he comes back? You definitely canât stand another round of getting yelled at by the wind hashira.
âWhat are you doing here outside, brat?â
Fuck. He steps out of the darkness like an unpromising shadow with his face as hard as stone.
âI canât sleep anywayâ, you murmur.
âIâm so fucking mad at you for shitting me like this. Pretending youâre a guy while youâre just a girl.â
âIâm not just a girlâ, you clarify sharply.
âShut the fuck up. Youâre a lying little brat but-â
He takes a deep breath in while sitting down next to you.
âBut youâve got what it takes. Iâve been looking for a decent tsugoko for quite some time now and-â
You canât believe your ears. This man canât possibly be the wind hashira you know by now, the man who looked like heâll drown you any minute just a few hours ago. He canât suggest to take you in as his tsugoko, right? Thereâs absolutely no way this man wants to train you on a regular basis-
âAnd maybe youâre that decent fit.â
Oh.
âMe, as your tsugokoâ, you repeat his words in order to make them sound real.
âIâll still kick your ass for lying into my face like that, thoughâ, he adds aggressively.
Never in your life would you ever dreamed of being the apprentice of a hashira. You always worked hard, always made sure to develop your skills with everything you do, but being considered a tsugoko? Of the wind hashira, who never takes in a student? Who seems so rough and cruel but allowed you to handle your katana even better?
âIâd love thatâ, you finally breathe out.
âIâm beyond thankful youâre e-â
âShut up immediately. A yes is enough. Youâll stay here with me, then.â
âY-yes, Shinazugawa-sama!â
âNo go to sleep, I canât beat your ass when youâre tiredâ, he mumbles before getting up and leaving while your feelings are still over the place.
You, the tsugoko of Sanemi Shinazugawa?
-a few months later-
âGimme your best shot now, brat!â, he barks at you.
Sweat runs down your forehead like a waterfall, your heavy panting tasting like blood. Just one more hit, one more strike and youâll get him.
âThunder breathing, fourth form-â
âToo slowâ, he comments next to your ear.
Within the split of a second, you find yourself just inches away from the dirty ground with Sanemiâs arms keeping you from falling.
âStill not fast enough. Do it again.â
Mindlessly, he still drops you into the dirt with his sword casually draped over his shoulder.
You lift yourself off the ground with trembling limbs. There you are again, deep within your trip to hell and back. What you expected when agreeing on being the tsugoko of Sanemi Shinazugawa?
You grab the handle of your sword even tighter and storm towards just like you did hundreds of times before with the smallest of smiles creeping up your features.
Well, exactly that.
-steaming hot bonus: meeting in the lake at night-
You allow the cool water to caress your countless wounds gently. How good it feels to finally bathe every single day instead of once every few days. When the truth came out and everyone started to realize that you arenât a boy, you regained a part of your freedom along with the merciless training of the wind hashira. Each and every day, he tortured you and others with his cruel training methods before you slide into the lake before the sun sets and go straight back to sleep.
Not today, though. It has to be almost midnight by now, the stars in the sky glimmering so magnificent that you canât look away. Sanemi allowed you to visit your family and friends today. As you have learned, demon attacks have subsided since the sister of Tanjiro Kamado mastered the sun. And even though that means your loved ones will be safe, you canât deny the slight turn of your guts. This means a war is around the corner, that Muzan Kibutsuji himself might come for all of you.
But this is nothing you should think about now. Not when you just returned and desperately longed for a bath. You dip your head into the cold water, moan to yourself as the water surrounds you fully-
âWhat the hell are you doing here, brat?â
Sanemi.
Out of instinct you cry out while burying everything except for your head inside the dark water. Youâre butt-naked. How long has he been here already? AndâŠhas he seen you? Suddenly your whole body feels hot against the cool water around, cheeks turning dark red.
âCalm down, idiot-â
âHow long have you been here already!?â
âWhat? Iâm always taking a bath around this time. Youâre the one who shouldnât be hereâ, he clarifies dryly.
There he stands. Droplets of water run down his bare chest and almost make him shimmer in the moonlight. His wet hair stick to his face so delicately that you canât force yourself to look away. He looksâŠhot.
Hot?
âI-uhâŠI just returned fromâŠhomeâ, you stutter.
âHope your family is fineâ, he mumbles along with slicking his hair back.
Within these past months, youâve caught a glimpse of Sanemi youâve never witnessed before. This man isnât as cruel as everybody makes him look, his words arenât always meant as harsh as they sound. Sanemi has a very tender side. Especially when his eyes soften for the blink of a moment, you couldnât help but feel lost.
âThey are. Apparently, the incidents with demons involved lessened when I departedâ, you press out.
God, youâre acting ridiculous and you know it. Sanemi is your teacher, your training partner. Even though youâre living under the same roof (he even gave you an own room), there arenât any romantical feelings between both of you.
âGood to hear. Iâll let you rest a little tomorrow morning. You have to be dead tired.â
âIâm fineâ, you lie in an instant.
Truth is, youâre so drained out that the water is the only thing thatâs able to keep your knees for failing you at the moment. Not only from your journey, but all those countless harsh training sessions, dueling yourself over and over with Sanemi and the others. But youâd never admit it, would never say it out loud.
âYouâre probably the baddest liar out there. Your cheeks are red as hell, (y/n)â, Sanemi comments dryly.
You donât dare to move when he stretches out his hand. Enough to gently caress your cheek, enough to cause an explosion in your stomach.
Did Sanemi just touch you? Tenderly?
âIâŠN-noâŠIâŠâ
You canât find the words. In fact, you are too distracted to care about something like words. Slowly but surely, he draws closer with his perfectly formed chest exposed to your hungry eyes.
â(y/n), IâŠThereâs actually something I wantedâŠWellâŠFuck!â
Is that really Sanemi Shinazugawa, stumbling over his own words? And why is it him whoâs blushing at the moment?
These past few months made it really easy for you to actually respect the wind hashira. Not only his frightful skills when handling the sword, but just him. Him, when heâs brushing the fur of the cat that visits his estate from time to time. Him, when he tucks you into your blanket when assuming youâre already asleep. Him, when checking on you in his own unique way.
How ridiculous to even think about him like that, to even allow your heart to jump up and down in joy. But you canât help yourself. Despite the way you despised him when the two of you first met, you really started to love this man with all your heart.
â(y/n), youâre a pretty decent womenâ, he begins again while drawing closer.
âWell, IâŠThank you?â
A decent woman? Is that what he thinks about you?
âI still canât believe you lied to me about being a girl, thoughâ, he barks at you.
Oh.
You hate the way your heart drops. Were you really dumb enough so think he might have something to say, that he might tell you he has feelings for you as well? How ridiculous, how absolutely dumb.
âI think I should get going. Itâs been a long dayâ, you mumble.
Itâs probably the best to get away from here as soon as possible. But just when you start moving towards the shore, his hand grabs your arm tightly and twirls you around.
Right against his bare chest.
âDonât you dare leaving now, bratâ, he hisses through gritted teeth.
âIâŠthereâs something I wanna tell youâŠâ
âWhy are you acting like a child?â, you finally spit at him yourself.
Oh, youâre having enough of all those ups and downs. Especially today, when youâre totally drained out already. You really donât have the nerve for him to pick on you again, not when his last statement lies like a heavy stone in your stomach-
âActing like a child?â, he challenges you.
Just before his lips crash into yours.
Longingly, Sanemi wraps his strong arms around you, devours you against his body while all youâre able to do is holding onto his broad shoulders for dear life.
ThisâŠis really happening, right? This is really Sanemi, pressing his lips against yours over and over again while your naked skin brushes against his?
âYouâre fucking driving me insane, bratâ, he mumbles against your lips before grabbing you even tighter.
âSince the moment I realized you arenât a boy.â
He grabs you by your waist firmly, your naked skin rubbing against his sixpack almost making you lose everything thatâs left of your self-control.
âI canât get you out of my head.â
Your hands wander around his biceps, feel the deep valleys of his muscular back. God, this feels so good â almost too good to be true. But even if this is nothing but a dream, youâll enjoy every minor movement, every sweet moment until you open your eyes again.
But when you do, you donât find yourself in the comforting darkness of your room. No, his eyes glimmer like molten iron when staring down at you in the moonlight, his hot breath brushing against your wet face so seductive that you threaten to lose your balance.
âStill saying Iâm acting like a child, brat?â
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hi!! iâve been searching high and low for fanfic since seeing deadpool and wolverine LOL so i was wondering if you could do either head canons or a small fic (whichever you prefer) about deadpool x reader x wolverine? either a poly relationship or both of them trying to compete and woo reader? maybe it could take place during the movie events? tysm!
Your relationship with Wade and Logan oftentimes consisted of them trying to hog your for themselves, which leads to the other getting jealous and or upset, so much so to the point where theyâll end up squabbling over you preferred more.
This is not new as the pair seemingly have something against sharing but overtime it does get better and theyâre less likely to fight over you and who gets your attention.
Theyâve even had it scheduled out at one point but that didnât last as either Wade or Logan would accuse the other of prolonging their time with you to the point it was intersecting with the other pre established times slots.
Logan: Oi scrotum face! Youâve been hogging them five minutes more than established!
Wade, acting coy as he clings onto you; oh am I? Iâm pretty sure my cuddle session was 11:30 until 12:30pm-
Logan: itâs 12:35 dickhead!
Wade: *gasps* oh my gosh youâre right! I guess time mustâve slipped my mind when cuddling my pookie here *boops you on the nose*
Logan: *not too impressed*
When theyâre not at each otherâs throats over who you love more, theyâre wooing you as though youâre not already fucking dating the pair of them. Particularly Wade more so than Logan. đ
Youâd find Wade draped across your bed with a rose held between in his hands, buck naked and with nothing but a pillow to cover his dick or âthe surpriseâ he calls it.
âYou can peg me tonight.â ;) - Wade
âI am so honoured, ass up baby girl.â - you (probably)
Logan isnât use to soft touches of love, he really isnât and so if you were to ever kiss the places where his wounds once were before they healed, heâd melt. His smile is soft as he silently watched you kiss the knuckles, completely unafraid of his claws popping out and or caressing the calluses on his palms. At long last his soul was at ease, his mind was quiet as all Logan could focus on was you being tender and soft with him as though he hadnât lived through the past 200 years of pain, trauma and suffering.
You treated him like he was just Logan Howlett and nothing more, not wolverine, not weapon X, just Logan and only Logan for thatâs who the man sitting next to you was. You helped numb the pain whilst holding his hand through the nights were he awakes breathless and his claws out and ready.
Logan panics if he were to see that he accidentally nicked you with his claws during his nightmares, for hurting you was the last thing he ever wanted to do, and would try to push you away whenever you tried to get closer to him. He has hurt you and he shouldnât be worthy of your comfort when all he could see was the really small nick on your arm.
âLogan-â
âDonât. I hurt you.â
âItâs only a small cut, Iâm fine Logan please.â
âNo! What if next time I cut you badly?â
Your heart broke whenever he got like this, so naturally you had to force yourself into his arms and make him come to terms with the fact that he would never hurt your willingly and grab ahold of his face, resting your foreheads together as you told him to focus on you and your breathing; showing him that you were alive and well.
Wade might as well have whined when you kissed his skin where wounds shouldâve been before they healed. Theyâre his favourite moments between the two of you and would even imitate it back to you, but without the wounds, so itâs just him kissing your skin wherever whenever. He might even blow raspberries to keep the spirit of your somewhat goofy relationship alive and well.
Wade has photos of your dates, movie nights and such kept in somewhere in his room, whether that he a box or album, he has them and will look at them and smile because heâs a sap for making memories thatâll live forever much like him. He cares deeply about you and would even keep tokens or other random things as mementos too.
Some are more weirder than others.
âThis was a ticket when we went to the arcade.â
âOh this is that stick we both said looks like a penis when we took Dogpool to the dog park.â
âThis was the bandaid that you tried to use to cover my wounds before you found out either of me or wolvie could heal-â
Logan and Wade donât like to share, that we already know, but if someone who wasnât aware of your polyamorous relationship with the two and decided to shoot their shot, theyâd know first hand how much these men donât play with you as Wade verbally beats them down with his crude sense of humour and Logan hovers over you, glaring as the poor person until theyâve ran away with their tail between their legs.
Remy?
Logan would growl and glare at the man while keeping a possessive hand on your waist, tugging you to his side to show that you were taken, or even have you wear his jacket to further get the point across to Remy.
Wade would just make a big joke out of it all the while having his hand in your back pocket. âYou cant have our pookie, go get your own magic mike.â
Also when it comes to cuddling at night your either between Wade and Logan or Logan is in between you and Wade, or Wade is in between you and Logan. It changes now and then but when youâre in the middle of them both, itâs the safest youâll ever be in your entire life, nothing can get to you and you can rest easily knowing that youâve got two men whoâd do anything to keep you safe and secure.
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Vulgar Display of Power [Miguel Diaz x fem!Reader] (Cobra Kai)
You can never fucking beat him in a fight and it's getting frustrating.
Request: omg more miguel please!!! smutty if u can xx already dating if you want? Fic title comes from my (second) favorite Pantera album. Word count: 4,350 Warnings: SMUT. established relationship, theres plot but it only serves to justify the sex lol, i use present tense in this, degrading, first time sub!miguel kind of, handjob, fingering, oral sex, penetration (p in v), semi-public sex (i guess? no one's around but the location isn't exactly private), a lot of use of pet names (baby, babe, love, mi amor), so much swearing. obviously no one is a minor here I don't mention much context but can be read as hs senior year or later, doesn't really matter. if you're a minor kindly keep away from my blog and this fic please
âFuck!â You yell out as Sensei Lawrence announces Miguelâs win. In turn of your frustration, Miguel sports a grin that playfully mocked you.
Now donât get it twisted, youâre not a bad fighter. Youâre not even a good one- youâre great. The best, except forâŠ
âDiaz! Good one.â Sensei Lawrence praises.
âNice, dude!â Hawk comes to fist bump him.
Tory comes to you. âGirl get it together! Youâre better than that!â
âIâm fucking trying.â
Miguel hears the two of you talking and decides to insert himself into the conversation. âCome on, itâs not a big deal.â
âI say this with love but it is a big deal and Iâm gonna find a way to beat you.â
âOkay. Whatever you say.â
[. . .]
âHey,â you hear Miguel call from behind you, turning around for a split second to look at him before getting back to packing your stuff to leave the dojo.Â
âHey.â
âSo, are we still on for tonight?â
âYeah. I just wanna go home first and take a shower.â
He scratches the back of his neck. âHey are you okay?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âSomething seems⊠weird.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about, babe,â you tell him, bringing a hand to his face and lightly tapping his cheek.
âYou sure?â
âYes! I just said it is!â You realize you blew up at him for no reason, immediately feeling bad for it and apologizing, not managing to look at him. âSorry.â
âSee? Thatâs what I mean!â
âI really am sorry.â
âOkay, but somethingâs clearly wrong.â
You stay silent, and he walks up to you, cornering you so youâd face him.
âWhatâs going on?â
Honestly, you donât want to tell him. Because it would sound stupid. Because it is stupid. You donât even exactly know why it had gotten so under your skin this time.Â
âItâs fine. Iâm just a bit off today.â
âYou donât have to talk about it, but you don't have to lie either.â
âFine. You wanna know whatâs wrong? Iâm frustrated because you keep beating me.â
âWhat?â
âEvery single time weâre picked to fight I just canât fucking beat you. And yes, Iâm glad you donât go easy on me, cause that would be like a million times worse, but I'm frustrated with myself. Youâre the only one I've never fully beat in a match. The closest Iâve ever gotten to that was a tie.â
âWell most of the time it ends up in a tie.âÂ
âYeah but none of the time did it end with me winning.â
âI donât understand why youâre so upset about this.â
âOf course you donât. I just feel like if I still canât beat you then have I really been getting better?â
âWhat? Thatâs nonsense, babe. You know that, right? Of course youâve been getting better. We all have.â
âSee I told you it would be stupid. I don't even know why I'm feeling this way.â
âThatâs okay. We can just sort that out.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIâll ask sensei for the keys.â
âWhat?â
âWeâre gonna stay here and fight and weâre not gonna leave until you win.â
âThatâs really not what I was trying to get from this-â
âWhat, are you scared?â He knew just how to tug on your strings.Â
âOh fuck no.â
âThen weâre doing this.â
âBut what about the date?â
âWe can go tomorrow. If you need my help today, I'll help you today.â
âOkay.â
[. . .]
âAlright, ready?â
You only nod your head yes, too focused to even speak.
âOkay. Round one.â
You get a couple punches in, but heâs faster than most of your hits. He wins..
You huff, annoyed. âAgain.â
âAgain.â
âAgain.â
âAgain.â
âAgain.â
âOkay thatâs it. Again.â
This time, determination runs through your veins, as tired as you were. Every single moment of feeling weak or inferior or as though you were seen by others as basically the female equivalent of Miguel, and not yourself, not someone capable of being better than him in any way, channeled into this round.Â
And you won. This time, you fucking won.Â
âWait thatâs three,â you realize.
âYeah! You won!â Miguel celebrates.
âWhat?â
âYou won, babe!â
âOh my God. Holy fucking shit. I won?!â
He laughs, coming up to you. âYou did.â He places a quick kiss on your lips, but youâre taken over by the adrenaline, pulling him back to you by the collar of his shirt when he went to pull away, tangling him into another kiss, deeper and more passionate this time around. âThat was hot,â he comments, as you finally did let him part ways with you to breathe, your bodies still flushed together.Â
You feel your cheeks burn at his comment. âI just kicked your ass,â you joke.
He doesnât even seem fazed by the comment. âYeah you did,â he grins.
âI did not expect that to unlock some sort of loser kink in you.â
âHey! Thatâs not what this is!â
You lift an eyebrow, amused.Â
âWhat, youâre telling me itâs a crime if my insanely hot girlfriend looks insanely hot while kicking my ass?â
âShould I kick your ass more often then?â
âYouâre welcome to.â
âYouâre so weird.â
âShut up,â he retorts, finally having enough of the playful bantering, unable to wait a second longer to have your lips on his again.Â
Miguel pulls you even closer to him- if that were even possible- by pulling on your waist, not wasting a second more before diving in again, pulling you into a kiss that is much more feral this time around. His actions scream that he wants you, and the high from having reached your goal and beat him in the last round mixed with the lust forming in you from seeing him so affected, so attracted to this, it feels good.
You suppose some people would maybe come into an issue if they found themselves in your place. Men arenât exactly known for being great at dealing with women being better than them in⊠well, anything. But Miguel acted genuinely proud of you. Hell, heâd canceled your date night to help you with this because he realized it was important to you. And more than being supportive, he was turned on by your display of power.Â
His kisses start trailing out of your lips, to your jaw, to the space below your ear. âYou did so well, love. You should get something in turn, huh?â
Your mind was getting a bit foggy. Still, you join in playing his game. âI suppose I should. What are you gonna do?â
âWhatever you want me to,â he breathes out. Oh. That was definitely new.Â
âWhatever I want?â He only nods, looking up at you, waiting to be told what to do. Holy shit, that was hot. âThat sounds good.â
âJust tell me, please, Iâll make you feel so good, I promise,â he pleads. It was almost pathetic. You decide youâd never get enough of hearing him plead like that. You loved the times in which he was more dominant, but you could definitely get behind this too, no issues whatsoever.
You pretend to think. âI donât think I will.â
âWhat? Why not?â
âI want you to guess.â
âWhat?â
âYou heard me.â
âI- Uh- Ih-â he takes a deep breath. He liked that. You smiled. âI can do that.â
âGood boy,â you try, hoping he didnât find it weird.Â
Apparently, he didnât. âFuck. Fuck,â he lets out in almost strangled sounds, wordlessly dropping himself to the floor. He looks up at you with doe eyes, as if pleading for permission. You smile at him, signaling everything was okay. You cage his jaw with both your hands, and he closes his eyes for a moment, letting you play with his hair.
âYou look so pretty like this,â you coo, and he feels it down his spine, his eyes fluttering open.Â
âSit.â
âWhat?â
âSit,â he repeats himself, but it isnât demanding. Not this time.Â
âI heard you.â
âSit, please, baby.â
You grin. You didnât know youâd like this this much. âOf course, baby.â You sit down on the bench, legs closed. He parts them confidently, eyes not leaving yours as he does so slowly, positioning his body between them. With his face mere inches from yours, he looks up at you again.Â
âDo you want me to kiss you?â He guesses. His cheeks red, he clearly looks embarrassed. It turned him on and it turned you on too.Â
You nod eagerly, signaling heâd guessed right. He smiles and closes the distance between you, pulling you down and attaching his lips to yours. It starts out slow, tender, experimental- testing the waters. He grows eager pretty fast, though, kissing you harder, his hands traveling to either of your thighs and planting themselves there firmly, squeezing in a way that makes you gasp slightly in surprise.Â
He pulls away just to tease you about it. Thatâs the kind of little shit he is.
âWhat was that for?â
âNothing.â
âReally?â
âYeah.âÂ
âNot this then?â
He squeezes your thigh again and you try to act unbothered.â He notices though, pleased with himself.
âOh shut up.â
âI didnât say anything.â
âYou didnât have to.â
He pulls you into a kiss again with no warning, more feral than before, his hand traveling upwards, inside the legs of the shorts you were wearing.Â
âTake it off,â you pant out, a stern tone overtaking your words, and he complies without questioning. You smile, pleased with that. You lift your hips slightly for him and he throws the shorts somewhere on the floor behind you.Â
He stares at your underwear for a few moments, as if lost in a trance. You laugh. âHello? You here?â
âYeah. Sorry. I donât think Iâll ever get used to this.â
âUsed to what?â You move a hand to caress his face.Â
âThe fact that Iâm the only one who gets to see you like this.â
âAw, do you like that, baby? Does it turn you on?â You ask, your tone almost mocking him.
He only nods his head yes, looking embarrassed.
âThatâs good.â You make a show to slowly take off your shirt, a sudden surge of confidence running through your veins at his words, discarding it along with the shorts behind you. His eyes widen and he mumbles a few words, the volume of his words so low you couldnât make it out for the life of you, before he just surges forward again, not aiming for your lips this time, but for your jaw.Â
âWhat was that?â You manage to breathe out as he continues his trail of kisses along your jaw.
âWhat?â
âIf youâre gonna talk youâre gonna let me hear it. Got it?â
âOh-okay.â He continues to place quick, slight pecks along your jawline, but you know exactly what heâs doing.
âYouâre not distracting me from that. I wanna know what you said, baby. Wanna hear you.â
âI said- I said uh-â he gulps. âItâs dumb.â
âThatâs okay.â
âI just said âfuck meâ.â
You let out a small laugh. âOh. It was dumb,â you mock him again, and you can see he didnât expect that.
âWhat?â
âI though you wanted to fuck me,â you joke.
 He doesnât take it as a joke. âI do. I do I just meant- it was just-â oh. This was for real.Â
âI know, love. I was just teasing you. Okay? Youâre being so good to me.â
His eyes almost sparkle at the praise.Â
âYou know I think I changed my mind.â
âWhat?âÂ
âMaybe I should fuck you.â
âWhat do you mean?â
You look down on him and smile, a genuine sweet smile. âGet up.â
âBut-â
âI thought you said youâd do whatever i wanted you to,â you fake-pout.Â
He doesnât say a word before standing back up. You do the same, keeping your body flushed to his. You slowly turn the two of you around, cornering him until the back of his knees hit the bench and pushing him to sit down on it.Â
Standing in front of him, you tilt your head to the side as you take in the view. He looked disheveled as ever. You loved it. âI think youâre wearing too many clothes.
âI- I can take it off.â
âYeah I think you should.â
âWhat⊠what do you want me to take off?â
âLetâs go with the shirt first, baby. How about that?â
He nods furiously. âYeah I can do that,â he takes his shirt off in a millisecond, throwing it with your clothes on the floor.Â
âOh, you look so pretty,â you coo, stepping closer to him and lifting his chin up to look at you. You make your way around the bench to be behind him, and you can see him gulp in anticipation. Fuck, you were loving this a little too much. You trace his biceps with your finger. âYour arms, I love your arms, you know that? So big and strong,â you exaggerate, and he quirks an eyebrow at the suspicious comment. This doesnât sound like it was getting to a nice praising place. âAnd your body, I mean your abs. Your thighs, your thighs are so pretty, baby,â you crouch a bit, still behind him, wrapping yourself around his back so you could snake your arms to his thighs, still only tracing them with a single finger. âSo how come you lost to me like a bitch?â
That seems to remind him very well of what was happening.
âIt- it was one time.â
âOne time you lost to me. But youâve barely ever won, have you?â
He stays quiet.Â
âCome on, baby, talk to meâŠâ you pout, snaking your arms around his torso and kissing his neck.
âN-no.â
âDid you like that you lost to me baby?â
Quiet again.
âDid it turn you on?â You whisper in his ear and you can feel him take in big a breath. .
He couldnât even look at you .
âOh, pretty boy, I wanna hear your voice!â
He gulps again. âIt- it turned me on,â he confesses.Â
âI never knew you were into this sort of thing.â
âMe- me neither.â
âDo you like it when Iâm stronger than you? When I tell you what to do?â
You remove yourself from his body entirely, and he whips his head at record speed to look at you, desperate for your touch again. You circle the bench once again, standing in front of him. You grab his jaw and lifts his head up to look at you, your other hand messing with his hair. âSo pathetic. Iâve barely done anything to you and youâre this hard.â
You finally sit yourself down on his thighs, legs on either side of his torso, and he immediately and instinctively grabs your ass âfor supportâ as heâs always insisted with a grin.Â
âYouâre so fucking pathetic youâll do anything I tell you to. Wonât you?â You pout, tilting your head.
âIâll- Iâll do anything you want.âÂ
âThatâs a good boy,â you mess with and pet his hair again. You loved it when it was just long enough for his curls to appear.Â
He shivers. âCan you say it again?â
âOh, no can do, baby. Youâll have to keep being a good boy to earn it.â
âIâll- Iâll be a good boy, okay?â
You nod silently, your arms draped around his neck, and you pull yourself closer to get access to his face. You kiss along his jawline slowly, paying extra attention to the spots just under his ears, which made him shiver like crazy. When you find it sufficient, you move down to his neck, and he lets you, tilting his head to the side. You kiss down his neck, trying your best to not leave any marks. Heâs still shivering now, and you know him well enough to know heâs okay, but canât resist teasing him a bit more.Â
âOh no, baby, youâre trembling! Is everything okay?â You feign ignorance. He doesnât reply. âAw are you too horny to speak to me? Is that the issue?â You mock.
He lifts his hips for some friction, an involuntary tell that he was enjoying this too. âAw, do you like it when Iâm mean to you? Huh?â You lift his chin again. He begrudgingly nods his head yes. You smile and move your hand from his chin to his cheeks, squeezing both off them. âDoes my baby like it when Iâm in control? When I handle you like this? When I call you names?âÂ
He tries to reply, but canât really with you squeezing his face like that.Â
âOh I canât hear you baby!â You let go of his face. âYouâre gonna have to say it again.â
âYes.â
âYes what?â
âYes, I- I like it when youâre mean to me.âÂ
âI know, baby boy. I can feel it.â With no other warning, you palm him through his shorts. He was impossibly hard. Knowing he was liking this was for sure improving your confidence. The moment your hand meets his crotch his breathing becomes unsteady and he thrusts his hips up again, wanting more. You start kissing along his neck as you keep feeling him up through the shorts, and then he is gone. He lets himself let out delicious moans you would play on repeat if you could, tilting his head back to grant you better access to his neck. He wants more, and you know he does. But you want to hear him say it.Â
After a few minutes, he does.Â
âPlease take it off.â
You press a gentle kiss to his neck, containing a grin. âWhat are you talking about, babe?â
âMy shorts, take them off, please. Please, take them off.â
You press a quick peck on his lips this time. âYou beg so pretty, baby. I think Iâll need more of that.â
He looks confused.
âAnything I tell you, right?âÂ
He nods.Â
âGood. Eat me out.â
His eyes widen at the bluntness of it all. And then he realizes what you meant by needing more of his begging: you werenât going to solve his little problem all that soon.Â
âI- yes. Yeah.âÂ
You pull yourself off of him and he stands up as quickly as humanly possible, grabbing your hand and yanking you to Senseiâs office, rushing to move everything that was on his desk. You catch his drift and pull yourself up to sit on it. Youâre so enthralled you donât even really have the time to rethink what youâre doing and where you are. Miguel gets himself on his knees, and the sight of it from above is breathtaking.Â
âAre you sure you wanna be on your knees? Theyâre gonna hurt.â You ask him, seriously this time.
âI donât care,â is all he says, dismissing the thought. He pulls you closer to the edge of the desk, and you let yourself lean back on your elbows. He brings a hand up your thigh and takes off your underwear, you lift your hips up to help.Â
He brings both his hands to your thighs, slowly pulling them apart, opening your legs.Â
He wastes no time before diving in, startling you when, in a second, his head is between your thighs while his hands squeeze them hard and his mouth is suddenly on you.Â
He moves his tongue up and down your clit, occasionally circling around it. Now and then he takes a long lick, from your hole to your clit, letting out a moan from time to time as he tastes you, and he picks up on the shaky breaths and loud moans you let out at that (and the way your hands fly to his hair, slightly pulling it.)Â
He moves his tongue to your hole, licking and kissing around it before getting it inside.
It makes you almost want to scream out his name.Â
âOh my god. Youâre being so good to me, baby. Please donât stop-âÂ
You can feel his smile.Â
He takes one of his hands off of your thigh and moves it to thumb at your clit as he keeps fucking you with his tongue. The feeling is heavenly, but you canât help but want more.Â
âYour fingers.â Is all you say, and he gets it.
Normally in a situation like this heâd be teasing you in some way, but right now just the thought of upsetting you with that and having you leaving him to finish himself off, or something down that lane, got him quiet.Â
He changes what heâs doing, going back to flicking your clit with his tongue, and slowly inserting one of his fingers. You decide you want to tease a bit more. âThat all you got?â You challenge him, knowing exactly what youâre doing. He inserts another finger, not taking the care to do it slowly this time, and he pushes them deep inside you, curling them upwards to make sure you felt it.
You let out a moan thatâs so pornographic youâre almost embarrassed at it, but you can feel him grin at it, pleased with the reaction. He keeps on, but at a slow pace. In other instances, you didnât mind some slow, passionate sex. You loved it, even. But right now you wanted to be fucked.
âHarder.â
He pulls his head up to kiss you. You let him. As you make out, your taste still on his tongue, his fingers thrust harder, deeper inside you, making you moan into his mouth, which Miguel seemed to enjoy a little too much.
You can feel yourself brimming an orgasm, and your words become nonsense as he keeps on, your noises becoming so higher-pitched you can barely register youâre the one making them.Â
âFuck Iâm gonna cum. Baby, Iâm gonna cum. Holy fucking-â
It hits you suddenly, killing your train of thought. Your body trembles as he keeps thrusting his fingers into you, letting you ride out your high. He laps it all up gladly, but you pull him away, your clit oversensitive.Â
That doesnât mean you didnât want more.
âEverything okay?âÂ
âYes, baby. You were such a good boy. But I want you to fuck me now.âÂ
Miguel was still not used to you being this blunt. And honestly neither were you, for the matter. The words just kept coming out.Â
âWhat- what do you want me to do?âÂ
You get close to his ear and whisper. âWhatever you want, baby.â
His eyes widen. Whatever he wants.Â
 He pulls you off the desk and wordlessly takes you back to the locker room. He leaves you for a second to retrieve a condom from his bag. A prepared man, youâd say.
You manage to take a better look at him and laugh. He furrows his eyebrows together. âWhat?â
âYou look so fucked out right now.â
He rolls his eyes at you and takes off his shorts, kicking them away. He goes to pull his boxers down but you stop him, stroking him in an agonizingly slow pace. He lets out a groan. âPlease stop, Iâm not gonna last.â
âOh poor you.â You yank his boxers down. His dick is so hard it must be painful. And all from losing a fight and being called mean names. He walks the two of you backwards until your back is against a wall. He puts the condom on and looks at you for a green light.Â
âGo on, baby.âÂ
He nods, pressing his cock into your hole slowly, letting you adjust to the intrusion.
âFuck.â You breathe out.
âWas that a good fuck or a bad fuck? Does it hurt?â
âIâm alright. It was a good fuck.â
âOkay.â He hikes up one of your legs to his waist, and you think heâll be content with that position, but he hikes up your other leg too, pressing your back even more firmly to the wall and supporting your weight by holding firmly onto the back of your thighs.Â
âWoah what are you doing?â
He doesnât bother responding, thrusting into you experimentally.Â
âHoly shit.â
That is enough for him. His thrusts become harder, deeper, faster. He hadnât realized just how desperate he was until now.Â
Hitting the spot inside you that made you see stars with every thrust, it doesnât take long for his breath to quicken and his thrusts to become sloppier. âIâm gonna- can I-â
Was he trying to ask for permission to cum? Holy fucking shit, that was hot.
âShh, itâs okay baby. Youâve been so good. You can cum.â
âThankyouthankyouthankyou,â he chanted.
 You laugh as his desperation, but it quickly turns into a moan, with Miguel eager to cum and fucking you so hard now you canât even understand how he could still hold up your weight while doing that. Bless you universe for giving you a strong, strong boyfriend. But all of that didnât matter now, because he was fucking you so good you could feel the familiar sensation of an orgasm building again.
âPlease donât stop.â That was the first time you begged him for something the whole time.
âI wonât, mi amor.â Oh, that broke you. That one pet name didnât come out all that frequently, so when it did, you felt giddy on the inside.Â
With a few more thrusts, both of you reach your high, and at that point Miguel did have to pull you down, although your legs currently trembled so hard it was a little difficult to stand, but he helps you out after tying the condom up and throwing it away.
âHoly shit,â you finally let out.Â
âHoly shit,â he agrees.Â
âWhat were you saying about your loser kink again?â
âWill you shut up about that?â He smiles.
âWas I too mean to you? I mightâve gotten a little carried away."
He looks down to the floor in embarrassment as if he hadnât just fucked you into oblivion. âI liked it.â
âThatâs good baby. So, shower?â
âYeah you stink,â he makes a disgusted face, plugging his nose and everything just to irritate you.Â
You roll your eyes at him.Â
A/N: pls be kind to me and cut me some slack i've never posted smut before đ i promise ive had sex before đ fighting for my life lmao
#cobra kai#cobra kai imagine#miguel diaz#miguel diaz x reader#miguel diaz imagine#miguel diaz x you#cobra kai x reader#johnny lawrence#eli moskowitz#hawk#tori nichols#mars writes#miguel diaz smut#miguel diaz x reader smut
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I love Mel through and through but I cannot find it in myself to say that her and Jayce shouldâve continued romantically in season 2, or that meljayvik/melvik could ever work.
While she def did love Jayce in season 1 she did use him and viktor for political and financial gain. And her and viktor always hated each other (also viktors 100% a gay man)
Also I think even tho canonically labels and homophobia donât exist in arcane it was def some form of heteronormativity that caused jaymel maybe likeâŠ. Classism or smthâŠ. Idk đ
Mel and sevika is my favorite Mel ship because Mel should be with someone who wonât fold as easily as Jayce đ
imho jayce/mel was always a relationship of convenience with a very clear economical stipulation of success that is planted all throughout s1 act 2 (mel literally walking out on jayce when he doesnt present his new gizmos on progress day bc she had already promised them to investors. lol. later on pressuring him to do a whole round of black market shakehands under HER inherited opera house which is used as a meeting point between all the corrupt topside politicians. do i even need to expand.) and its only made worse when the phony-ruler training stuff comes in and both ambessa and mel start competing to see who can manipulate jayce into making weapons for the empire faster. I've always said that storyline was inconsistent as fuck and it does a lot of flip flopping near the end of s1 (do you want weapons or not? it changes every scene.) but at least people cant call me crazy anymore bc they WERE grooming jayce into being the pliant triggerfinger figurehead and once that fails all the attention is shifted onto caitlyn, who's just so ready to fall for the bait.
Like this is why jayce brings up the investment stuff during the breakup scene. this is why mel is fighting with caitlyn against her mother at the end of the series as a complete reversal of her goals. This was supposed to be a Thing. Character development for this bit in specific was RUSHED AS FUCK since they wanted to put all of the political tidbits as far away from the core plot as possible but its still there when you look. The ''empathetic'' political stringpulling ambessa does with cait is one she has taught her daughter, and she perpetuates with jayce, who is ofc upset at all the bullshit when he realizes what's happened in the end. And that it didn't just impact him, but also viktor and the cities at large!
clean break was actually the best thing they could have done with both of these characters and for a second I didn't believe they'd HAVE the balls to do it, but I'm happy to be proven wrong lmfao! if jayvikmel has no haters im dead. I'm not even getting into that whole thing but it bothers me *so deeply* to see viktor defanged and made into a fogbrained centrist yes-man when his entire arc is about the fatal consequences generations of these rich oligarch games have had on the low class people of the undercity. One of the only scenes of him raging in the entire show is him showing his disgust for mel's weapon proposition, and we just forget that happened? nuh uh. not on my watch
#arcane#jayce talis#caitlyn kiramman#mel medarda#ambessa medarda#viktor arcane#jayvik#jayce league of legends#viktor league of legends#jayce lol#viktor lol#vikjayce#league of legends#hexposts#meta tag
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gets fucking stabbed by damian and my last breath still be like "it's not his fault ! he is ten and was raised to be murderous since he was born ! kid entered a household where everyone ignores my existence, i don't blame him for assuming that to be the norm and acting evil to me so that he assimilates to his new environment ! bro literally went through the worst all his life so of course the way he expresses himself is harmful to others !"
and then i get stabbed again lol
â masterlist !
OH MY GOD PLEASE đ the gaslighting yourself is real, i'm telling you.
unfortunately, the reader's toxic mindset of justifying everything your family does is a common scenario for every time one of them fucks up; only in the past though. the present chapters will have you slowly realize just nothing really is ever your fault. that you've never once been in the blame for the actions of your youngest brother.
but right now, i want to focus on why you just seem to let damian go about his own crazy path of targeting you. and it's either it's because you have nothing, nobody else to fight back with you, or it's purely because you allow him to.
to destroy you, to make you suffer, to make you learn that you have no place, or standing in the family. and if you do have a place, it is at the rock bottom.
this is what damian is taught: the weak should be eliminated before they fester into some type of unnecessary cancer.
you're weak, when he first saw you, when you first approached him with your tail tucked behind your legs and an invitation to hang out together with the scent of cookies wafting in the airâ he knows that it is you who will make him weak.
you give him temptations to be a child, he's raised to fight against it. he ignores the unwelcomed feeling of wamth that blooms in his chest, those are feelings that gets you killed.
so it's how the story goes: he brings his sword up to your neck, and sways his hands swift enough to make a small cut to ensure that the first thing you associate him with is fear. and for someone vulnerable like you, it doesn't take much before you quickly submit to the prospect of your place beneath a trained assassin like him.
he ignores the sudden pang of his heart and the aching, gnawing dread that chews at his mind at the memory of your widening eyes and the wobble in your steps.
it's already damaging enough to have the youngest be introduced and immediately accepted into the family, but it's worse when he's significantly younger than you, a boy nearly half your age; someone you've always wanted to have, to care for, to help raise and cherish... despises you from the start, before you two even formed a connection.
someone you once called your younger brother, now became an enemy in opposing lines in a place called home.
what would've been fine-tuned jealousy towards him because he was given everything in a silver platter turned into shame that you couldn't even face him, not right after he threatened to kill you, no... and especially not after you've convinced yourself that if you couldn't even prove your worth for a young boy like him, then you really have nothing good to offer.
you give him the autonomy to think it's alright, that due to his upbringing, alongside your naive brain always justifying that your other siblings are right, and you are in the wrongâ he was given every opportunity to torment you when you even go as far as being in the same room as him.
and i have my receipts on why you're just like that; all in the grace of low self-worth and self-esteem. past you reasons out that it's because it's always your fault.
you couldn't even find a way to save your mother, you couldn't even establish your place in the manor, you couldn't comfort bruce when he was still not over jason, what more could you be when all you see damian as is a young, broken child like you? that behind that veil of threats and weapons ready to attack you, is someone you knew could've been different, if he was raised right...
if he'd given you a chance to help nurture the softer, more humane part of him.
you've always wanted a younger sibling, not only from back when you were just with your mother, but also when you were introduced to the manor. because not only did it mean that you'll know how your mother felt when she raised you, but because you thought you'd have somebody by your side throughout the silent torment you've went through.
and when you're graced with one, who doesn't even consider you his older sibling; you let it be.
you let him be himself.
damian wayne, demon's granson, the son of the bat.
so many titles he's called, but never one where he's your younger brother.
it doesn't help that you justify his past, because the man you idolize, dick, does so too whenever you try to complain. his excuses are never out of malicious intent to have you suffer furtherâ it's just that he never once actually considered you as important enough to bat an eye on, like how the rest of them treat you.
because you know that even dick has his limit towards the youngest member of the family; he just never reaches it when it comes to you.
so if you have a person allow another to act terribly towards you, but have another, a friend or family, who teaches you that it's not right, who fights by your side; it wouldn't take long for you to also learn how to defend yourself then. you'll gain confidence that you're at least not alone, that your actions are completely valid.
... but if you have an entire family that couldn't even scold the boy for leaving a scar on your neck, who brushes his mean comments about you aside, who isolates you even further with malicious words that you know becomes crueler when targeted at youâ
then you have no basis for what is right, and what is wrong.
and that makes your authority, your trust in yourself dwindle like your already crumbling relationship with all the others the further you try to fight back.
that's when you learn what it's like to give up, all over again. if you accept his vidictive insults, if you know your place to turn back if you see him in the same room, if you knew from the start that sometimes trying doesn't equate to succeeding; then it'll at least numb the pain that comes after.
for the entirety of your life from when damian was introduced, that was how you copedâ
but your life after the manor, after damian matures and learns softness, about empathy (that he's buried long ago during his training from when he was all but a toddler) on your situation; reading your journal entries because he still felt entitled to due to some hidden, twisted trait of possessiveness... that's an entirely different story.
would you still be as understanding as you were back in the past towards him? would you still force yourself to love the demon you saw as just a little boy? or would damian finally understand that it's too late to turn back time, to correct all his mistakes?
either way, if you were capable enough to change (at least, in his eyes), becoming an independent person (you think, huh? your place is at the manor), then maybe you could give him a chance too, to fix your relationship and build a bridge to an even stronger one.
one where you could finally baby him, like what you've desired. one where he could feel vulnerable, when he learned that it's valid to feel weakâ it cuts back to the previous points: you make him weak.
and when he's out to find you after going through every single diary, every entry, after deducing that there's still a small spark in your that'll forgive him if he tries; he refuses give up any sooner if it meant replicating the same warmth he felt when he stood by your presence.
so... you wouldn't want to leave your youngest brother waiting for you, don't you?
after all, it's just like what your entries told him, right? this is what you always wanted, right?
a/n: everyone is entitled to their own feelings about how i portray damian and mc's relationship!!! i love how all of you guys have different conflicting reactions to this. it's all so complex for me, how damian sees you as someone who's weak and makes him weak (he's just a stubborn little guy), and you, who sees yourself in damian, alongside the added desire to just have someone to care for (because you want to so badly honor your mother's memory), and that person also caring for you is ARGH!!?!
i apologize for my long rambles (if anyone wants me to cut back on posts like this, just tell me), i'm sure everyone is anticipating chapter 5 and possibly (soon) chapter 6 (since the drafts, not the final work is becoming too long). but right now, all i could provide are my depictions of the reader's relationship with every member of the family. i love to churn scenarios where it feels like you're actually part of the family so i'm actually manipulating all of you guys to become attached to the characters too, just to add an extra layer of angst, hehe...
#đš... yael's talking#đ§... yael's misc.#series: again & again#yandere dc#yandere batfam#yandere dc comics#yandere batfamily#yandere batman#yandere batfamily x reader#yandere damian wayne#platonic yandere#soft yandere#yandere angst#yandere#yandere x y/n#yandere x gn reader#yandere x you#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yass queen we love characters with complicated emotions that you can never quite pinpoint!!!#<- aka damian wayne because the line between resentment and obsession is blurred. they're almost the same thing#guys ask more about tim drake too i have so many things to say about that nerd#actually i have so many things to say about each and every one of them...
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Omfg I need like early on in the relationship between Hugh and marvel!reader where their relationship isnât public and their papparazzi of them on set together coz theyâre visiting eachother and everyoneâs thinking xmen X mcu when in reality itâs just them together dating
no spoilers! | hugh jackman
an: ok since their first son was born in 2000 (itâs canon idk what date but itâs canon now lol) and the mcu started in 2008 Iâm going to change a few things JUST TINY THINGS like the mcu being in development early on and marvel actress!reader being casted in the early 2000s. does that make sense?? idk this is fanfiction
2005
Getting a call from Marvel was something you never expected. Like many people, you grew up reading the comics and watching the tv shows. But now you had the chance of a lifetime. You were being offered a role in the first movie in the Marvel cinematic universe.
After having a meeting with the marvel executives and your manager, you were asked to keep the news of your casting a secret. The media was already wondering who was going to portray what heroes on the big screen and your name was being thrown around.
While your relationship was still a secret, you often visited Hugh on set of X-Men with Alex and Reese. You tried to keep your little family from the media as much a possible. You would watch Hugh get into his costume and do his stunts. You were always amazed at how much fun it would be to portray a superhero and now you were finally going to be able to.
A few months after you met with Marvel, you found out you were pregnant with your third baby. A girl. Thankfully you werenât set to film yet since the film was still in development. When it was finally time to film âIron Manâ, you were more than ready. Your kids were a bit older so they finally got to watch you beat up bad guys like their dad did.
It was during the filming of âIron Man 2â when your secret was finally revealed to the world. You didnât really know how it even happened . . . Your guess was that paparazzi somehow snuck in. Hugh was always careful when visiting you on set. Rumors were already circulating on the internet about a potential X-Men and Avengers team up. It didnât help that Hugh was sporting his signature Wolverine hair when he visited the set. At least the kids werenât with you.
âYou look much better than me,â Hugh looked at your costume. He couldnât stop staring, it was starting to make you weak in the knees. âat least you get comfortable suits. Remember the black suits from X-Men? The most uncomfortable shit ever.â
âThe kids thought you looked cool.â You reminded him.
âOkay, that makes me feel better.â
As you and Hugh talked, some paparazzi were secretly taking photos. All they could think about was how well they were going to get paid for the exclusive photos. The X-Men joining the mcu? That was big news!
When the photos were published on every magazine, you couldnât help but laugh. What a way to reveal your relationship. You definitely didnât want to share the news this way, but you also didnât want to lose your job.
âMaybe in a few years itâll come true. You, me, X-Men and the Avengers.â He told you, giving you your morning coffee. The kids were still sleeping so you and Hugh took advantage of the quiet morning. You set the magazine down on the table and drank the coffee.
âIt would be nice. Imagine what the kids will think. Mom and dad beating up the bad guys together,â you smiled at him. He took the opportunity to give you a kiss. As he pulled away, you whispered to him. âor it could be me kicking the wolverineâs ass.â
Your characters wouldnât share the screen until 2024 when Deadpool & Wolverine premiered. Your kids were more than excited to see their parents fighting together.
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call me or not, it's up to you.
â° â synopsis : you come back home after a night out and see you accidentally posted your private stories public, and received a drunk lengthy voicemail from your ex, ran.
â° â pairing : haitani ran x fem!reader â° â length : 2.4k words â° â contents : nsfw and 18+ contents, mentions of violence (sanzu being sanzu), slight phone sex; they don't directly communicate, ran being mildly toxic and messing with your emotions, teeny itsy bitsy drops of gaslighting â° â notes : i literally suck at writing toxic characters so im SORRY if this is literal ass, (im trying my hardestttt) i just had a dream about this and had to execute it as best as i could lol
It was a regular Thursday night when you stumbled into your dateâs house, struggling to walk with half a heel working.Â
âLetâs get you out of these.â He knelt before you and helped you unbuckle your heels and you sighed in relief when he slipped them both off.Â
âRemind me to never wear heels again,â you giggled, clutching onto him. He leaned down and kissed you. You hummed, still feeling the buzz from the alcohol earlier and wrap your arms around his waist, kissing him back. âI had fun tonight.â
He cupped both your cheeks in his hands and peppering them with kisses, each of them making you giggle at the ticklish feeling. âMe too.â There was a final lingering kiss before he pulled away. âLetâs get you ready for bed, alright?â He traced your cheekbones with his finger, and you smiled up at him, nuzzling your cheek against his hand.
âOkay.â He helped you up the stairs and you collapsed onto his bed, your dress riding up your thighs as you laid there, clutching at his soft sheets.
âIâm gonna shower first, alright babe?â He said in the process of removing his shirt. âWanna join me?â
You shook your head, eyes threatening to close shut as you nuzzled his pillow. âIâm alright. You go first.â
He bit his lip, admiring you splayed out on the sheets for a moment, his mind racing with all the things he could do you tonight if youâd join him in the shower. But of course his fantasies only stay in his head since youâve been rejecting every single one of his advances for the last three months. Itâs always the same excuses : youâre not in the mood, or youâre too tired.Â
He sighed. âYou sure babe?â
Youâre half asleep at this point, just barely conscious as you murmur, ââm sure.â His tongue poked his cheek and he nodded, saying nothing else and heading inside the bathroom.Â
You vaguely hear the shower turn on and about to enter a deep sleep when your phone buzzes.
@/shibayuzuha : oh my god who is this man uâre with on ur story? He is CUTE!!
@/hina_tachibana : was this supposed to be posted on your main? đą
âWhat story?â you muttered, rubbing your eyes and sitting up. You click through your instagram story and rewatch the story you posted a few hours earlier when you were at the club. They were all videos of you and Masato dancing together, kissing, taking shots. Honestly you were buzzed the entire night and you thought you posted them on your private account, much less your close friends. âOh fuck.â
You went to delete all the stories but the damage was already done, over 300 people already saw it. Oh well. Thatâs tomorrowâs problem.Â
You lay back down, eyelids blinking slowly as you fight back sleep and check your missed phone calls you accidentally ignored. Thatâs when you see it. A voicemail from Haitani Ran. Any ounce of sleep in your body vanished the moment you sat up quickly, rubbing your eyes checking if you saw correctly.
It was over five minutes long and part of you wanted to delete it, but at this moment, you couldnât help but be curious. You pressed play and put the phone up to your ear.
âHey. Itâs me. Hope Iâm not blocked or whatever, I know how petty you can get.â He chuckled to himself and the deep rumble of it took you back to all those months ago when youâd be laying beside him, head on his chest and just listen to the sound of his heartbeat as he spoke on the phone.
There was a deep inhale and the familiar crackle of him smoking that always used to relax you. âSaw your story by the way. Is that your new boy toy? Two of you look good together.â He exhaled and his voice was kinda slurred. âKinda glad you moved on though. Thought youâd never get over me to be honest.â
âOh fuck off,â you mumbled. He was still as full of himself as he was when you both ended things almost a year ago. If this was a regular phone call you wouldâve hung up or told him heâs not that special, but you looked down and still saw another six minutes left. What the fuck else could he possibly have to say to you?
He chuckled again, and it was so obvious he was drunk now, which surprised you as he was a heavy weight and in your three years of dating you saw him get drunk only twice.Â
âYou looked so fucking sexy in that dress, baby.â His groan had you squeezing your thighs together. âI can tell by the way he was holding you in those fucking videos he canât handle you the way I can. He hasnât fucked you yet, has he? Bet heâs real gentle and sweet with you not knowing you like it deep, and rough. Fuck, man.â He exhaled, rubbing his palm on his face. âWanna know what Iâd do if I was there with you baby?â
â...yes,â you whispered weakly to yourself. It was pointless; he couldnât hear you and yet you were responding like he could. Blame it on the alcohol but there was nothing you wanted more than Ran right now.
âBet you do. Iâll humour you though. Iâll take you to the dance floor and run my hands all over that body of yours, force that pretty head of yours back so I can mark all over your neck. Get you so hot and bothered till youâre begging me to fuck you. That happened one time didnât it? Remember that one night in the club? I had my hands all over you and you dared me to flip your skirt up and fuck you right there. Man, you were such a tease, and a fucking sadist too. Remember when you said you wanted to watch some schmuck clean up my cum from the floor?â
You giggled and bit your lip, teasing your hands down your stomach. You remembered that night perfectly. Ran changed you when you were dating. You donât even recognise yourself right now because everything just felt right when you were with him. Those years with him were the best of your life, you were young and figuring shit out. Youâre still young and figuring shit out, but without him youâre taking a little longer to come to the conclusion of certain things.
Ran had his ups and downs. He was far from the perfect boyfriend, and he knew that. Thatâs why he was so surprised when you stayed for all those years despite his flaws. He was emotionally unavailable and never spoke about anything concerning him. He was sometimes rude and blunt when pissed off, and the arguments you both would get into would end up in the two of you ignoring each other for weeks. At first youâd be the one to break the silence and show up to his house and just hug him. Heâd always smell like cigarettes and it shouldâve disgusted you yet you couldnât help but feel comfort. The smell was strong and yet it never bothered you when you smelt it on him. Youâd apologise, crying in his arms as he embraced you back, rubbing up and down your back as you vented it all out in his chest, wetting his shirt with your tears. If he had people over heâd tell them to get the fuck out, hiding your face in his chest until the door closed.
That was the usual routine until the arguments got worst and your pride grew stronger and youâd refuse to talk to him until he broke it first. He didnât believe you at first but after a month of no contact he finally broke it first. Since then, he was always the one apologising first, showing up to your house in the middle of the night at random hours to tell you heâs sorry and didnât mean what heâd said.Â
The ups were better than the downs in the relationship. Heâd teach you things, he always made you feel good, and simply being next to him was enough to make your entire week, even if it's for a few hours. He made you feel like the only girl in the world, like the most special girl to exist, and he helped boost your confidence by buying you nice things like clothes, accessories, lingerie, and tell you to look at yourself in the mirror and watch as he worships your body, taking his time to kiss his way down your stomach and thighs, and once he got to your pussy he swore he could eat you out for hours, just until your thighs were shaking around him.
The memory of his tongue between your legs had your back arching off the bed clutching the phone tighter to your ear as you squeezed a hand between your legs, playing with yourself as he talked you through it over the phone.
âBet youâre touching yourself right now,â he exhaled shakily. âIf youâre not, you better start. Want you to remember how well I fucked you every time. Can you do that for me baby?â
âMmhmm.â Thankfully Masato takes decades in the shower so you didnât have to worry about him walking in or hearing. Not like you wouldâve cared honestly. Heâs not Ran, and he wonât ever be.
âMiss you being my good girl. Fuck. He doesnât deserve to have his hands all over you. Should send Sanzu over and fuck, get him to cut all his fucking fingers off for touching you like that. Man, I bet that idiot doesnât know that I fucked you in that same dress you know? Thatâs what got me so damn bothered right now. Wearing the shit I bought you to go fuck around?â
ââM sorry,â you whimper, parting your folds and slipping as many fingers as you could fit inside without hurting yourself. No matter whatever you shove inside there, it never feels as good as Ranâs fingers, or tongue, or cock. âNeed you so bad Ran.â
âMan, wanna hear how you sound right now. Bet you sound so sweet, like usual. Could you do something for me?â You nodded and stopped your fingers movements, listening to his next words.
âCall me again. I miss you so much itâs crazy. Got so much to talk to you about. Itâs been how long? Couple months since I last heard from you. And I know you donât hate me. You never could. Thatâs something I love about you. Always there for me when I need you. We both took each other for granted, you know? Deny it all you want but you did. And thatâs okay. But I wanted to let you know if you ever come back into my life, Iâm not letting you go. For real, not making that mistake again. I dunno why I called you tonight honestly, just drank a lot and now I fucking miss you. Call me or not, itâs up to you.â
Then he said the words that made your heart nearly stop and freeze over in your chest. âI love you.âÂ
Before you could even say it back the voicemail ended, leaving you conflicted.
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the boy next door | jeon wonwoo
pairing: idol!boyfriend!wonwoo x fem!reader
genre: secret relationship, established relationship, smut
summary: sneaking around with your secret boyfriend.
warnings: smut (!!!), little plot lol, wonwoo as your secret boyfriend, softdom! wonwoo, wonwoo is hot (yes that's a warning), mirror sex (kinda?), pet names (baby), praise kink, size kink AHEM, clitoral stimulation, fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, reader has to be quiet, hint at another round.
word count: 1.9k
authorâs note!: when i tell you this concept has been on my mind for weeks... i'm not lying. the wonwoo brainrot was hitting HARD when i was writing this. i was originally going to make it a secret situationship but im a #1 hater of that whole thing so relationship it is. plus i just think it'd be hot. who wouldn't want wonu as their secret boyfriend? anyway, let me know what you think, i appreciate feedback! đ©·
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Your phone buzzes on your nightstand as youâre in your bathroom, going through your night time routine, just like any other night. As soon as you make it to your phone, itâs stopped ringing. Unlocking it, you see a notification.
Wonwoo
Missed Call
Your boyfriend. Well, only you knew he was your boyfriend, anyway. Although youâd be lying if you never posted any âsoft launchesâ of you two, whether it was an extra iced americano on your counter, or a very obvious mystery man driving while you sat in the passenger seat.
Before you can even call him back, heâs already texting you.
Wonwoo: are you awake? Wonwoo: i saw your story earlier. you looked nice.
You went out earlier in the day to run your usual errands, which usually consisted of shopping of some sort, then wandering around a bookstore. You threw on a cute floral mini dress, and for good measure, you promptly decided to take a picture in your full-body mirror hoping a certain someone would see.
You laugh to yourself, typing out a reply.
you liked it? well youâre too late. iâm in my pajamas now.
It was only 11:30 pm, so maybe it was a tad early for pajamas for some. But for all you know he was probably in sweats playing some game on his phone or reading a book.
Wonwoo: i donât care, you always look pretty baby Wonwoo: come over here
He lived down the hall from you, with his roommate and best friend, Mingyu. His apartment was easy access, but pretty risky if Mingyu was there, so usually Wonwoo would just come over to yours.
You're about to ask is mingyu there? until he answers the question before you even finish typing.
Wonwoo: mingyuâs gone
You bite your lip, typing a reply. Fuck, you canât say no.
on my way
You toss your phone on your bed, quite literally, quickly getting yourself ready, you decide to put on your favorite lavender-colored bra and matching panties underneath your pajamas you already had on. Your favorite color; and a different variation of his.
Going down the hall from your apartment, you reach his door, quickly knocking a few times before he answers.
âI thought you were joking when you said you were in pajamas,â Wonwoo jokes, examining you as you walk in. âYou were serious.â
âShut up, it was getting late.â You blush, as you damn near fight the urge to jump him, cause damn. He looks too good, even in a hoodie and sweatpants.
âYou look cute,â He pulls you close to him, his fingers sliding underneath your shirt to grip your waist. âCanât wait to take them offâŠâ
You lean into him, fingers lightly threading through his hair thatâs gotten so much longer recently.
âHow much time do we have?â
âHours.â Wonwoo responds, confident. âMingyu said he was going out with Jungkook, theyâll probably be out half the night drinking.â
His hands slowly slide up your back, sending your heart thrumming in your chest, youâre unable to deny the effect he has on you.
You both know youâd eventually have to go public with your relationship, but for now, youâd just enjoy the adrenaline rush you get everytime youâre alone together.
You make it to his bedroom, in a heated kiss, you back away to safely removing his glasses and placing them on his nightstand.
Kneeling on his bed in front of him, you quickly tug at the hoodie he has on. âOff.â You order him, and he obeys, pulling it over his head.
He tosses to the floor, before kissing you again, his hands slide up your shirt, groping your breasts lightly through your bra, making you softly moan against his lips. He breaks the kiss and his lips softly trail along the corner of your lips, to your jaw, and onward.
You begin working on unbuttoning your silky pajama shirt as Wonwoo trails wet kisses down your neck. His hands take over, effortlessly unbuttoning it. Your eyes glance over to the mirror on the wall, giving you a full view of you kneeling on his bed and him towering over you.
He slips your shirt off your shoulders, and his eyes briefly follow your gaze, realizing what youâre looking at.
âAre you watching yourself in the mirror?â Wonwoo says into your ear, giving you chills.
âUh-huh.â Your breath shaky as you reply, nodding.
âTurn around.â He suddenly demands, kissing behind your ear before you turn around, your back now facing him.
Wonwoo wraps one arm around your torso, holding you against his sturdy chest. His hand lightly touches your chin, turning you to face the mirror again.
âKeep watching yourself, baby.â
You watch as his free hand slips underneath your pajama shorts, his fingers lightly ghosting over your clothed clit. You gasp as your hips jolt, desperately seeking out more friction.
âWonwooâŠâ You gasp, gripping his arm tighter.
His hand slides underneath the elastic of your underwear, applying firm pressure as he circles your clit, before you feel his fingers slide down between your folds and he mutters a breathy fuck against your neck when he feels how wet you are already.
âYouâre already dripping for me, baby.â Wonwoo says deeply, voice slightly muffled into your neck. âCouldnât wait to see me, could you?â
Heâs expecting an answer, and itâs impossibly hard now that heâs sliding two fingers inside you, expertly curling his fingers to find that special spot that you often couldnât reach yourself.
âN-no, I couldnât⊠thought about you all day.â You cry, nails digging into his forearm, and heâs seemingly unfazed by it. His fingers pound into your sweet spot, making your head fall back against his shoulder.
âFuck, look at how pretty you look.â Wonwoo says, glancing at your reflection, your brows furrowed as you focus on the feeling of his fingers inside you.
âIâm so closeâŠâ You whine, turning to bury your face in his neck as you inhale the sweet scent of his cologne like you never want to forget it.
âI know, baby. Youâre fucking squeezing my fingers.â Wonwoo grunts as your walls clench around his fingers. âLet it go, I got you.â
Your legs shake as you grip onto his forearm for dear life, desperate for something to hold onto. A cry of his name leaves your lips as you cum, your heart racing, panting trying to catch your breath.
âThatâs my girl.â Wonwoo turns to kiss your forehead gently, his fingers slip from your dripping center, brushing your clit one last time and the friction is enough to make you wince.
He releases his hold on you, and you turn around to face him, kissing him needily. âFuck me,â You whisper against his lips. âI need you.â
âSo needyâŠâ Wonwoo playfully mocks you, suddenly turning into his unintentionally adorable self, as if he didnât just pull a powerful orgasm out of you moments ago. âDonât I at least get to enjoy this cute little set you wore for me?â He pulls off your shirt, even though it was already damn near falling off anyway.
You blush, kissing him again.
âWe donât have time for that.â You chuckle, already feeling somewhat anxious that Mingyu is going to walk into the apartment at any second.
Wonwoo can read you like a book, and he notices right away. âHey, thereâs no rush.â He says gently, as his hands reach behind you to unhook your bra.
You slide it off the rest of the way, then toss it on the floor. âI know, Iâm just enjoying this. I donât want to be interrupted.â You drape your arms over his shoulders as you press your body against him, kissing him fervently. You moan against his lips as you feel his hard cock pressing against you.
You slide your hands down his chest, reaching to loop your fingertips into the waistband of his sweatpants. âTake these off, baby.â You whisper as you kiss his along jaw a few times, before you grope his length through them for emphasis. âPlease.â
Wonwoo gently nudges you to fall back on his bed, and you sit up on your elbows, eagerly watching him as he obeys you, taking them off. âBetter?â His gaze meets yours as you look him over.
You eagerly nod, lifting your hips for him as he rids you of your pajama shorts you still had on, along with your soaking wet underwear.
âHow do you want it, baby?â Wonwoo huskily asks you, removing his underwear. He curses under his breath as he watches you bend your knees and spread your legs apart, allowing him full access to you.
You gasp as you feel him suddenly pull you further down on his bed, quickly followed by a whine as you feel the weight of his cock on your clit. You sit up on your elbows to see him dragging his cock through your folds, coating himself in your wetness.
Both of you can only watch, breathing heavily.
âWonwooâŠâ You whine his name, gripping the sheets beneath you as the tip of his cock bumps you clit again. You both watch as he lines himself up with your entrance, finally pushing inside you.
âLook at that.â Wonwoo grunts, watching you take every inch, feeling your walls stretch to accommodate him.
âFuckâŠâ You throw your head back, a soft moan falling from your lips as you feel so full. âYouâre too bigâŠâ
âYou take me so wellâŠlook at you.â Wonwoo praises you, as his hands come up to gently stroke your inner thighs, and itâs enough to get you to relax. âYou okay?â
You nod, âYeah, you can move. Please.â
He starts to pound into you at a steady pace, making you grab onto his shoulders for something to hold onto. Your nails dig into his skin as he drives his cock into your sweet spot over and over.
You let out a sob of a moan, and Wonwoo thinks itâs the prettiest sound heâs ever heard.
âGod, you sound so pretty,â He moans, âCrying for meâŠâ
âIâm not gonna last long.â You whine, your walls already clenching around him.
Your heart nearly stops in your chest when suddenly you hear the front door to the apartment open, then hear Mingyu enter.
You gasp, and Wonwoo quickly shushes you.
âRelax, heâs not going to come in here, he probably thinks I left.â He whispers, all the while he hasnât stopped fucking you.
âCan you be quiet?â
You can barely find the words to speak, your brain too focused on the feeling of his cock inside you.
âAnswer me.â
You frantically nod, and thatâs about all you can muster the strength to do. Your walls clench around him and he knows youâre close.
âShit, Iâm gonna comeâŠâ You softly moan, as quiet as you can, then you feel his hand cover your mouth, muffling your cries as your walls squeeze his cock hard, but he keeps fucking you through your high.
He keeps going until heâs coming too, groaning into your neck as you feel his cock nearly throbbing as he releases inside of you.
âFuckâŠâ Wonwoo sighs, as you both are catching your breath. âThat wasnât how that was supposed to happen.â You both smile bashfully at each other.
You gently thread your fingers through his hair, pushing it back off his forehand.
âThatâs okay, we can sneak over to my place⊠we wonât have to be quiet.â
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