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across stardust - one (j.yh)
summary:Â you and yunho have worked together for years, idol and makeup artist, but until today you've never touched him skin to skin. when the world tilts on its head from just a brush of his cheek, you realize he's so much more than a crush, he's your soulmate. one | two | three | four
note:Â please enjoy this truly self indulgent romance. will be four parts total, and i'll post each as soon as they are ready to go. happy comeback week, and i hope everyone enjoys this đ
tags/warnings: idol!yunho, makeup artist!reader, fem!reader, soulmates au, soulmate identifying marks, soulmate tattoos, tattoed!reader, a lot of fluff and tenderness, love at first touch, shared feelings/emotions/physical sensations, anxiety/stress over what to do, reader's family isn't the best, kq is not the best company for the purposes of this fic!, light smut including - heavy makeouts/grinding, hand kink, size kink, phone sex, sexting, fingering, jacking off, dirty talk, praise, use of good girl, use of pet names like baby/jagiya/sweetheart. basically this fic is an excuse for me to write star-crossed desperate love so i would say it's the literal opposite of a slow burn lmao
pairings:Â yunho x reader
genre: fantasy, romance, smut || soulmates au
word count:Â 17.9k
Itâs eleven in the morning when your day starts, hiding in the green room of a concert venue in Berlin, and the day feels lost already. With Eunji and Dahan ill that only leaves you and Iseul to handle makeup for all eight members and with how exhausted you are from yet another night of little sleep, you donât know how youâll be able to keep up. Youâre trying to stay awake, but while the members are all out on stage learning their marks and rehearsing the improvisational moments for this tour stop, the green room is quiet and you keep nodding off.Â
âBad night?â Iseulâs voice startles you out of one of your dips into sleep and your body jerks up right.Â
âFuck,â You breathe, âhey,âÂ
âHere,â She pushes a bright can into your hands, an energy drink, âyou need this.âÂ
âI need to be sedated,â You grumble, taking it from her, âthe time difference is never this hard,âÂ
âMm,â She shrugs, âitâs unpredictable,âÂ
âYeah,â You sigh, âI guess.âÂ
The thumping music outside as they run through another track is starting to give you a migraine. You take a long sip of the drink and then leave the can on the table in front of you, choosing instead to hide your face in the sleeves of your sweatshirt and let out another long sigh.Â
âGirl,â Iseul nudges you, âyou look like shit. Your station looks like shit.âÂ
âThank you?âÂ
âIn thirty minutes weâre going to be busier than weâve been since that Inkigayo stage for Answer,â She points out and you grimace at the reference. Back then it really was just a skeleton staff and one of the makeup artists quit on the spot, too stressed to continue the work and walking out in the middle of doing Yeosangâs foundation.Â
What a mess those old days used to be. Nostalgia sometimes makes you forget how late those nights were and just how impossibly tired you had been. This feels too reminiscent of that for sure.Â
Iseul taps your shoulder to get you to lift your face as she continues, âI know youâre tired, but I canât do this shit on my own. I need you.âÂ
âOkay,â You breathe, scrubbing your hands over your face to jolt yourself awake as best you can, âyouâre right, Iâm sorry,âÂ
âDonât be sorry,â She gives you a sympathetic smile, âI get it.âÂ
This tiredness feels different though, so deeply ingrained in your body. Somethingâs been keeping your adrenaline running like a long, drawn out anxiety attack and you canât understand it. Youâve been on tour before, youâve been on planes, youâve had long days, and youâve worked with this exact group for years. Thereâs nothing on paper that should be making you so anxious, but the threads of it are humming in the deep back of your brain even now.Â
âCome on,â Iseul prompts again, pulling you to your feet, âletâs get you in gear.âÂ
âRight,â You take another long sip of your energy drink and pray it starts kicking in soon and that the effects wonât make you feel crazier, âletâs do this.âÂ
She helps you put your station together with ease and then pull yourself together. Within those precious thirty minutes of calm before the storm youâve downed two cans of pure caffeine, assembled your station and strapped on your brush belt, and tried to make yourself some form of presentable by slicking your hair back into a smooth knot and adding a coat of lip balm.Â
As always, the boys have used the ladder game to determine hair and makeup order which means those at the bottom of the list have more time to relax fresh-faced on the couches before getting poked and prodded and wrapped up like presents for thousands of screaming fans. With only you and Iseul available itâs about to be a race against the clock to get them ready.Â
Their managers hustle them from the stage to the back rooms where the rest of the staff waits, and the members gather around you and Iseul and your makeshift makeup stations.Â
âAlright,â Iseul says as the members quiet down, âweâre down some staff as you know,âÂ
They nod attentively and you trade a close lipped smile with Hongjoong.Â
âWeâre just going to do the best we can as quickly as we can,â She explains, looking down at their names on a slip of paper, âWooyoung, Yeosang, Jongho, San,â she recites, âyouâre with me in that order.âÂ
You run through the names on your slip, âHongjoong, Seonghwa, Mingi, Yunho, that leaves you with me.âÂ
Iseul nods as you finish your words, âPlease be ready to slot in when the person in front of you is finished, and then you can go directly to wardrobe for your soundcheck outfits,âÂ
âWeâve got it,â Hongjoong nods, âand if thereâs anything you both need,âÂ
âWeâll be fine,â Iseul assures him, âbut itâs definitely going to be cutting it close,âÂ
âWe should get started,â You cut in, âif youâre ready?âÂ
Hongjoong jumps to your chair immediately and Wooyoung steps to Iseulâs, and before you know it youâre off.Â
The room is alight with activity while you both work, only you donât have a relaxed pace and only two members to perfect. Youâre used to working with Wooyoung and Seonghwa, theyâve been your assigned members for as long as youâve worked with Ateez, but when staff shortages or timing gets tight, it can be a bit of a free for all.Â
You stay focused and execute each memberâs makeup like a well rehearsed dance, and you do your best to ignore the buzzing anxiety in your veins. For a little while, you handle it like a professional.Â
When Yunho finally settles into your chair, about a single second after Mingi leaves it, the exhaustion careens back into you sideways. It takes you a minute to prep your tools this time, and youâre pretty sure that without the artificial pick me up of the energy drinks youâd be passing out on the spot.Â
You steady your hands against the vanity in front of you and take a deep breath, and when you look up you catch Yunhoâs eyes in the mirror, a tiny crease of concern between his brows.Â
âYou okay?â He checks.Â
You give him a smile, albeit a tired one, âThe jet lag is really hitting this time,â you explain, âbut Iâm fine,âÂ
He looks sympathetic immediately, âSame for me, I feel like Iâm barely sleeping,âÂ
âThatâs not good,â You tell him as you prep your stainless steel palette, âyou have a long night ahead,âÂ
âIâll sleep tonight,â He says, âIâm sure,âÂ
âAfter dancing for three hours Iâd hope so,â You smile and pick up your first set of tools before turning towards him.Â
âDo you have anything you could take?â He asks, studying your face, âA sleep aid?âÂ
âI usually donât like to,â You admit, âI always feel groggy the next day,âÂ
âAnd we have another show,â He finishes for you, his lips coming together in a thin line as he thinks.Â
Thereâs nothing really for him to do, but itâs kind of him anyway to be so concerned. They always are, this rare group of eight idols who remember staff birthdays, bring coffee on the early morning schedules, and always, always take extra time to clean up after themselves so itâs not left to anyone else.Â
You take a step closer towards him and glance over his bare face and then it occurs to you, âYou know whatâs funny?âÂ
âHmm?â He tilts his face up to you.Â
âI donât think Iâve ever done your makeup before,â You smile, itâs a ridiculous thought.Â
âNo way,â He blinks, thinking back, âitâs been⊠forever, are you sure?âÂ
You nod, âYouâre usually with Eunji,â you tell him, âand even when weâve swapped around, I donât think so. I think youâre the only member Iâve never done,âÂ
âWow,â He laughs, eyes bright, âwell, I guess thereâs a first time for everything.âÂ
âIs there anything,â You start to ask him if thereâs anything he prefers, anything special about his makeup that he gets done with Eunji that he asks for, but Iseul catches you idle as she pats foundation onto Sanâs forehead and answers for you.Â
âHis skin gets dry,â She jumps in, âdonât use too much powder,âÂ
Yunho grins, a laugh on his lips at the directness of her words.Â
âAnd donât use that oil,â Iseul adds, âthat primer oil you like, heâll break out by tomorrow,âÂ
âThank you, Iseul,â Yunho says, and you watch Sanâs face as he stifles a chuckle.Â
âNoted,â You smile, and you swap out two of the products in your hands before taking up your position by his side again.Â
Youâve gotten used to working with idols, to working with Ateez and with Yunho specifically, and yet when you get this close a little flutter of nerves rocks through your belly. Heâs handsome, and if youâre being honest heâs just your type. Maybe itâs the exhaustion, or this weird feeling in your chest that youâve been dealing with all week, but for the first time in a long time you think about what it would be like to kiss his lips.Â
âHow do you want me?â He asks, breaking your thoughts, and you have to shake off the impending blush at the way his words make you feel. You have work to do, and you had gotten over your silly little crush on him years ago, you need to get a grip.Â
You recover fairly smoothly though with a quick smile, âRight,â heâs never worked with you before, and heâs looking to you for direction, âhead back a bit, please, and eyes closed,âÂ
âAlright,â He follows your instructions to the letter.Â
âOkay,â You tell him, âprimer first. Let me know if anything bothers you,âÂ
âMhm,â He hums and stays relaxed.Â
He has the loveliest eyelashes, thatâs the thought that echoes through your brain as you start working on him, and you wish it never occurred to you at all because you keep glancing up at his closed eyes. He lets you work, he knows youâre exhausted so he doesnât push you for conversation, and youâre strangely grateful. You know heâs chatty sometimes in the chair, an extrovert through and through and always keeping Eunji company or talking with the member beside him, but right now he keeps still and gives you respite on a hard day.Â
Youâre patting foundation into his skin with a large paddle brush when Iseul interrupts your thoughts, âDo you have that eggplant liner?âÂ
âCheck my table,â You offer, but with how sluggish your brain is feeling thereâs no way you remember a single thing on your station without looking.
âMm,â She pivots around and pokes through the products and tools behind you, and you glance over as San opens his eyes to watch Iseul rifle through things.Â
âDamn,â She mutters, âhow much time do we have?âÂ
âUm,â You glance down at your watch, âtwenty?âÂ
âPerfect,â She scoots behind you and disappears into the hall, no doubt to find your traveling makeup case and the liner.Â
You sigh, chewing the inside of your lip at the idea that you only have twenty more minutes, but you really donât want to rush and have his makeup melt off on-stage.Â
âYouâre fine,â San assures, his body angled towards you and Yunho now while he waits, âdonât worry about the clock,â
Yunho hums his agreement from below you, âPlenty of time,â
You refocus on Yunhoâs skin and notice a long black and white hair from the paddle brush affixed to his cheek, mixed in with the foundation. You take the brush again, wiping off any excess foundation and checking to see if more fibers are loose, and then you work the brush against his cheek in an attempt to free the loose hair but it isnât coming off easily. Every attempt you make just slides the hair into a different spot on his cheek and covers it with more foundation.Â
âUm,â You usually donât like to do this, but you might have to, âcan I justâŠâ
His eyes open but his expression stays smooth, âCan you?âÂ
âSorry,â You shake your head, âdo you mind if I touch you?âÂ
âYou already are,â He smiles, a small, amused crease between his brows youâll have to pat out momentarily.Â
You tuck your brush away and gesture with your hand, âYou just have a hair,âÂ
âOh,â He laughs, âof course, yeah,âÂ
Youâre just supposed to touch his cheek, brush away the hair with the pad of your finger and then get back to work, thatâs all it is, so youâre completely unprepared for the feeling that rockets through your chest when your skin finally touches his.Â
Yunho gasps softly as your fingers brush over his cheek, his eyes blowing wide and his expression blanking, and itâs the only indication you have that he feels something too. A tightness wrenches in your chest, like someone pressed something hot and hard directly into your breastbone and your stomach does a somersault. Your ears are ringing, and youâre pretty sure your heart is about to beat out of your chest now that itâs started up again.Â
The tattoo on your chest feels warm beneath your blouse.Â
âYou,â Yunho manages, his voice shaky and you know for sure he felt it too.Â
You rock back a step, âI donât understand,âÂ
âShit,â Someone else says, and then you realize that itâs San and youâre not alone with the only other person in the entire world, youâre in the middle of work in front of at least one other person and itâs only your existence that just got tilted on its axis. Yours and maybe Yunhoâs.Â
âOh,â You glance to the side, taking in Sanâs wide eyed expression, âoh my God,âÂ
âIâm not insane, am I?â Yunho smiles, his focus entirely on you, and you think you might just pass out, âYou felt that?âÂ
Thereâs a noise in the hall and San scrambles up to his feet, âIseul,â he says heading for the door, âdo you need help looking?âÂ
Heâs covering for you both, but thoughts are slow to form and all you can manage is blinking at the man in your chair.Â
âYou did, right?â He asks again, eyes soft and hopeful, and then his fingers brush over the center of his chest. Squarely over his breastbone.
Heâs yours.Â
You want to reach out and yank up his shirt, check the tattoo over his heart to see if itâs the same looping knot shape as yours, but you donât need to see it to know for sure. Itâs him.Â
San says something about forgetting the liner altogether, a little louder so you both know the room is going to get crowded again, and you shake your head to jolt yourself out of your paralyzed position.Â
âYou didnât?â His hand falls.Â
âI did,â You rush to correct, âIâm, I donât know,âÂ
He nods, wetting his lips and shifting in his chair. He moves to reach for you, but reason and sense click back into place immediately and you realize that no matter what your tattoo feels like and no matter what this means, youâre at work and about to have a very private moment in a very public place if youâre not careful.Â
You shake your head with a glance at his hand and jerk your head towards the door, âLater,âÂ
âRight,â He leans back from you, âof course, right,âÂ
Footsteps to your right draw your attention and Iseul is huffing, checking her own watch, âWeâll do brown,âÂ
âThatâll be fine,â San assures her, but his eyes are glued on the pair of you.Â
Iseul moves to step around you again and realizes youâre just standing there, âWhatâs with you?âÂ
âSorry,â You manage, blinking hard and refocusing, âI just got dizzy,âÂ
Itâs not entirely a lie, given that you felt the entire earth shift under your feet thirty seconds ago and your life is completely changed. Dizzy is the least of how youâre feeling.Â
Yunhoâs expression shifts immediately, concern across his face, and he curls his fingers into his palms to keep himself from reaching out again, from being too familiar.Â
âOh,â Her eyebrows raise high, âdo you need me to finish Yunho?â
âN-no,â You take a breath, âjust give me one second,âÂ
âAre you sure youâre alright?â Yunho asks, and in the back of your brain you wonder if his voice has always sounded this good.Â
âHere,â San cuts in smoothly, cracking the seal on a fresh water bottle and passing it over to you, âdo you need to sit a minute?âÂ
Sanâs hand rests on your upper back between your shoulders as you take a long sip of water, the cold shocking your brain back to reality in exactly the way you need.Â
âThank you,â You tell him honestly, âI think Iâm okay, just a headrush,âÂ
San nods, and when you refocus your eyes on Yunho, you almost laugh. His gaze is squarely on Sanâs hand where it sits on your back, and you watch the fast, silent exchange between the two men when San drops his hand and Yunho realizes his own reaction. He blushes, ears running red and he dips his head to avoid both your eyes.Â
âIseul,â San steps around you both and distracts your friend, âready to wrap?âÂ
âYeah,â She agrees, âletâs finish up. Youâre sure youâre okay, y/n?âÂ
âMhm,â You hardly trust your own voice, but you nod anyway, âIâm good now.âÂ
Yunho tilts his face back up as you step close, and the tension between you is so palpable and so familiar that you can hardly breathe. Your tattoo feels warm and heavy and something tells you that his does too, you can see it in the tenderness of his brown eyes.Â
âDizzy?â He asks quietly, keeping his words just for you.Â
You shake your head, âNo,â
âThatâs good,â He murmurs, but he lets whatever words he wants to say rest on his tongue.Â
Your tattoo throbs and you donât dare touch his bare skin again.Â
His makeup takes fifteen more minutes and his eyes donât stray from your face the entire time. You barely finish on time, and wardrobe is standing by to get them into their first outfits of the night, so when you put the final touches on heâs already being pulled out of the chair before you have a chance to say anything.Â
You want to corner him and ask him exactly when heâll have time to talk later, but despite working together for the last few years, you and Yunho arenât that close. Youâre friendly, but youâre not familiar enough to casually ask what heâs doing later and not have it seem strange. While friendships between staff members and idols are not discouraged, even between the opposite sex, being overly familiar or suggestive would certainly leave a question in everyoneâs minds, and you donât want to draw attention to yourself that quickly.Â
This is between you and Yunho, no one else. You donât want an audience for this.Â
So he goes, pulled away by wardrobe and his other members, fitted quickly into his Soundcheck outfit. He has his game face on, so do all the members, and you watch him disappear down the hall without a second glance back at you.Â
You collapse into the couch and press your eyes closed, focusing on the singular feeling of heat and soreness from your chest.
A soulmate.Â
The tattoo on your chest was one you barely looked at anymore, too focused on living your life to sit in the mirror and wonder about the person who would be your other half, the person that would slot into the gaps in your spirit with a simple brush of skin on skin. But now, it aches. It pulses to remind you that itâs real and that youâve found him.Â
Everything in your life is about to change. Has already changed.
On the couch you donât sleep as much as you disassociate, still stunned, your buzzing brain filtering out everything Iseul says as she cleans up around you and preps both of your brush belts for touch ups. Thereâs such a small amount of time between Soundcheck and the concert that you barely get to process, you just exist, playing the moment you touched him over again and again in your mind. Despite how utterly changed you feel, the world is just continuing on around you like a regular day.
Once again, you and Yunho miss each other for every brief moment between Soundcheck and stage.
The shift happens in the wings, in the underbelly of the stage where you and the other staff members for hair, makeup, and wardrobe wait for any last minute quick fixes. The eight of them are almost ready, pumping themselves up between rows of technical equipment and stage scaffolding.Â
Thereâs so much commotion around you and yet your eyes are drawn to him like a magnet, the feelings you once had for him coming back to you full force in a blurry torrent.Â
He shifts, stretches, swallows hard, and then looks up directly into your eyes. Thereâs a question in them that you canât read, but you manage to smile.Â
His shoulders relax just a little.Â
You raise your fist, giving him the gesture for âfightingâ and he returns it with a wide grin.Â
âAlright,â Hongjoongâs voice cuts through, the final step of their pre-show ritual as the concert hall starts to roar, âhuddle up.âÂ
The eight of them circle up with each other, one leg in and one out.Â
âWeâve practiced hard,â Hongjoong starts, patting his members on the back, âlet that practice pay off, and have fun out there,âÂ
âOkay!â San hypes them up, getting the tension high.Â
âLetâs give it our all,â Hongjoong continues, a wide smile on his face, âfighting!â
They echo it back, and a tense feeling starts to roll in your gut.Â
âAlright, one,â Hongjoong starts the count and you feel the tension in your own body rising, enough to make you take a soft step back from the group, âtwo,âÂ
On three they chorus it, moving their feet in a synchronized step, âEight makes one team! Fighting!âÂ
They break apart, clapping each other on the back, and your eyes meet Yunhoâs for one more fast second before heâs jogging after the rest of the members and finding his mark on the stage risers.Â
You feel the sensation of his eyes on you even after heâs gone. You have the length of four songs and their opening ments before members start swapping out on stage for makeup touch-ups and technical adjustments. The sound of the audience is intense, the start of the first song keying up, and you stumble back from your post to get a breath of air away from it all.Â
Thereâs a bathroom along the hallway two doors down from the green room thatâs meant for staff and you blissfully find it empty. With shaking hands you flip the lock and sink down into a crouch, your back braced against the wall as you breathe through the sudden wave of feelings filling your chest.Â
Adrenaline, thatâs what the bitter taste on your tongue is.Â
Your heart is thumping, double time like youâre running a marathon, and then you realize it. You can feel him, even now with the bond between you unfulfilled you can feel his emotions coming to you like a wave. Adrenaline, anxiety, euphoria, exhaustion, it all roils through you and you brace your hands on the wall to get your composure back.Â
They say the first time you feel your soulmate link it takes you by surprise, but this is an intensity you couldnât have imagined. Itâs all encompassing and honestly terrifying, and youâre struggling to understand which parts of you are you and which are him. You canât conceive of how an accepted bond would make this feeling stronger when it already feels like your emotions and his are knit together so tightly.Â
Anxiety strikes down the link and you realize itâs not stage fright, itâs for you. He can feel your panic and your fear just like you can feel every ounce of his performance and if you donât get yourself in check youâre going to be distracting him even more than you already are.Â
You yank yourself up off the floor and collapse against the sink, turning on the cold water tap and taking slow and steadying breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Counting slowly, relaxing your body with every pulse of oxygen through your system. You hope he can feel it, but you have no idea how this all really works. Youâll have to call your sister when this is all said and done, find out what she felt when she met her wife, but right now in this bathroom in Berlin you have to do this by yourself.Â
You hear the pulse of another song thrumming through the stadium as they keep performing, and you feel the thundering beat of his heart in your chest, but you breathe into it this time and try to keep yourself calm for his sake. You splash cold water on your face, keep breathing low and slow, and eventually you pull yourself back up to standing tall to look at yourself in the mirror.Â
You look the same as you did a few hours ago, before him, but the warmth in your chest is still present and you wonder if that will ever go away or if thatâs just a permanent part of the link.Â
With shaky hands you unbutton your blouse and pull your bralette down in the center to reveal what you already know is there. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight.Â
The tattoo nestled at the base of your sternum is the only one you were born with. Every other line of ink on your body was put there with intention, but this one youâve had for as long as you can remember. The maedeup knot is small, but intricate, and until this moment it had always been colorless. Loops of black and gray twining together to make a rounded diamond, unbroken with no beginning or end to the threads.Â
Now the ink has changed, a deep red against your skin that makes the knotted josephin soulmark look even more traditional, but the skin is slightly inflamed, tender to the touch as you brush your fingertips along it. It feels like a fresh mark, not something youâve had since birth, but considering how itâs changed, maybe it is new. A soulmark shifting color is common, you know that, but it still stands out so starkly against your skin and your other black tattoos. You canât look away from it.Â
A pounding on the bathroom door makes you jump and you fix your shirt, covering the mark back up and buttoning it away. You wonder if Yunhoâs mark is the exact same like other couples you know and if it too turned red, if itâs warm to the touch, if he felt you brush against your mark through the link.Â
ây/n?â A voice comes through the door and you shut off the tap.Â
âComing!â You wipe the excess water on your hands onto your jeans and take one last, fast look to make sure your mark isnât visible, before opening the bathroom door.Â
Wonshik, one of their many managers, is waiting for you on the other side. His eyes narrow when he sees you, âAre you ill?âÂ
âNo,â You assure him.Â
âYouâre sure?â He presses, âWe canât afford to lose any more staff or risk getting the members sick if you are,âÂ
âI know, Wonshik,â You nod, âI promise Iâm just tired, jet-lagged. I was putting cold water on my face, thatâs all. Iâm not sick,âÂ
He exhales in relief, his expression softening, âThank God,â he says, âI can only take so many surprises.âÂ
A little sickness is nothing compared to a staff member and an idol under a dating ban being soulmarked, but you hold your tongue.Â
âTheyâre about to come off,â He says, âIseul was looking for you, she seems like she might start climbing the walls if you donât get back to help her,âÂ
âNo, of course,â You start back towards the side stage entrance, âI lost track of time, but it wonât happen again,âÂ
âMake sure you sleep tonight,â He adds, following you closely, âno sleep means no immune system, and no immune system means sick.âÂ
âDonât worry,â You promise, winding your way through the dark backstage, âyou wonât lose me,âÂ
âI better not,â He sighs, and then Iseul comes into sight.Â
âThere you are!â She hisses low under her breath, âI was about to have a panic attack,âÂ
âIâm sorry, Iâm here, Iâm good,â In the commotion, your brain starts to ease into normalcy. Youâre used to this pace, the speed of lightning fast makeup touch-ups and assisting wardrobe when things start to go awry with their quick changes. The audience feels none of this, they just see smooth change-outs on stage and cool idols in new clothes, but backstage is a wild flurry and it always puts you on an entirely different plane of focus.Â
âHere we go,â A stage director starts, gathering everyoneâs attention, âfour minutes⊠startingâŠâÂ
The stage goes dark and in the venue a video starts to play to the crowd to fill the space between costume changes. You prep your hands, making sure your kit is ready to go and you see the wardrobe specialists out of the corner of your eye readying themselves to help facilitate the quick change.Â
Suddenly theyâre here, and the stage director interrupts once more, âNow, four minutes people, letâs go.âÂ
âMingi,â He gets to you first and he crouches down to drop his face to your height, âstay still one second,âÂ
He says nothing, but he nods as you pat powder across his forehead and the bridge of his nose, checking him over for any other defects. He looks good and you nod, âGo, go,âÂ
Mingi peels off to the left of you and you hear the sound of fabric swishing as he and Wooyoung rip off the top layer of their outfits behind the privacy screens and trade garments with the wardrobe team. Itâs a fast shuffle, but you stay focused on whoâs in front of you.Â
âSeonghwa,â You wave to him, pulling blotting tissues out of the pack on your belt, âhere,âÂ
He knows this drill well, youâre used to working with him and you have a clean routine down. He blots the sweat off his brow himself and starts to unbutton his jacket while you shift focus to Yunho.Â
For a split second you almost forget what happened earlier in the buzz of backstage, but the minute your eyes hold on his awareness floods you.Â
âHey,â You say, but thereâs a time clock shout behind you and you beckon him down, âcome here, let me fix things,â
He drops down to your height just like Mingi did and stays steady while you work, but his eyes flick up, âYouâre okay?âÂ
âIâm good,â You nod, âdonât worry,âÂ
His expression clears a little and you guess you have your answer about the feeling of the link going both ways.Â
Hongjoong clears his throat behind you both, âWeâre short on time,âÂ
âAm I good?â Yunho checks.Â
Your eyes flick over him fast, âYep,âÂ
Heâs out of your eyeline a split second later, and youâre grateful for the distraction of both Hongjoong and Seonghwa, otherwise youâre sure youâd dwell a little bit too long on the fact that Yunhoâs half naked next to you, privacy screen or no.Â
âOne minute,â The stage director announces, âeveryoneâs doing great,âÂ
The boys are almost done, flying through the last of their zips and getting their hair smoothed down by that team as they finish. You put the last pat of powder on Seonghwaâs nose and give him a nod before heâs gone too, dropping his jacket as he goes and giving you all a quick flash of his bare back.Â
You turn back towards the group as they prepare and your eyes zero in on Yunho again. His expression is serious, itâs his game face before he gets back out on stage, and you watch as he corrects the placement of his in-ears and ensures that his mic pack is secured. He runs through his pre-stage ritual and you canât help but be a captive audience.Â
âGood work,â The stage director says as Seonghwa rejoins the eight, fully dressed and ready for stage, âfifteen seconds for act two,âÂ
The crowd heats up again as the video starts to fade, and the members do their final checks. Yunho doesnât look back at you once, his eyes forward and focused as he and the other members find their places on the rising platform that will take them back out to the main stage.Â
You can see him a little though, in the low light in his white trousers and blue satin shirt. He lifts his hand, adjusting his microphone once again, and then as he drops it back to his side he lets his fingers skim over the familiar hollow of his chest.Â
Your mark warms, you feel it as if it were your chest he brushed his fingers over, and your breath stops.Â
The platform rises, the crowd roars, and your heart starts beating to a new rhythm.Â
He really is yours.Â
It turns out that later means much later.Â
You manage to get out of dinner with some of the other staff members, but that just leaves you anxious and alone in a hotel room trying and failing to eat room service. Iseul would be back soon to take up her place in the other bed, and youâre starting to realize that you donât have Yunhoâs number.Â
Now that emotions are a little smoother, you canât feel him. Or maybe you can, but itâs so faint that youâre not sure. All you know is that heâs definitely in the hotel, but thatâs partially the solid feeling of your link with him and partially the YouTube live being broadcast from Seonghwaâs room where all of the members are.Â
You put the live on and watch, feeling strangely disconnected from the men on screen. Youâve known them for years, but suddenly with this new truth everything feels foreign and confusing.Â
You should call your sister, but itâs only six in the morning in Korea and even though this is an emergency of life altering and epic proportions, you canât bring yourself to wake her on a Saturday.Â
You try your best to eat the pasta you ordered and watch as the live eventually ends. Your phone dings and for a split second you think it will be him, but itâs just Iseul telling you sheâs heading back to the hotel.Â
A soft knock at the door makes your stomach lurch.Â
Youâre frozen.Â
Thereâs another knock, a little firmer this time but then you feel the warm touch against your mark and youâre on your feet, your hand on the door handle before you can think.Â
He looks tired, thatâs your first thought. His face is bare again, and his eyes are rimmed in a little bit of red like he just removed the dayâs stage makeup. Despite all that, he smiles when he sees you and sighs, leaning against the door frame, âYouâre awake,â he says.Â
âI waited,â You manage.Â
He grimaces, âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to,â his eyes flick behind you into the room and he swallows, âare you alone?âÂ
âYes,â You nod, âbut not for long, Iseulâs on her way,âÂ
He nods, âCome to my room?âÂ
âAre you sure?â Your eyes widen.Â
âWe need to talk,â He nods, âcan you get away for a little while?âÂ
Iseul will probably expect you to be asleep, but you canât let this go until morning. If youâre ever going to sleep you need to talk to him now.Â
âIâll think of something,â You tell him, âwhat room?âÂ
â2606,â He answers, reaching into his pockets and producing an envelope from the front desk, âtake this,âÂ
He passes you one of his room keys and you nod, âIâll be up in five minutes, but you should go,âÂ
âOkay,â He breathes and neither one of you makes a single move to step away from the door until a sound down the hallway pushes you into it.Â
â2606,â You repeat and he nods, swiftly moving down the hall before anyone can see him standing at your door.Â
You have no idea what youâre going to tell Iseul that would make sense, but you donât care. You stack up your room service for collection, kick on a pair of slippers, and give yourself the fastest look in the mirror ever on your way out the door. You want to be gone before she gets back, the idea of facing her and lying ten times more difficult than an empty text.Â
No problem - I canât sleep, Iâm just going to walk a bit. Donât wait up.
You donât stick around to see if sheâll believe it.Â
You try to seem casual when walking to Yunhoâs room, like it's yours. You donât want anyone to give you a second glance and wonder where youâre going, so you keep your head up, smile at anyone you pass, and when his door comes into view you scan the card like itâs any other day.Â
When the heavy door shuts behind you, you sigh.Â
âGod, finally,â His voice startles you, and you look up to see him pacing, âIâve been going insane all day,âÂ
Your shoulders drop, you arenât alone, âMe too,â
He runs a hand through his black hair and finally stops pacing, but doesnât come any closer, âSo, this is real?âÂ
âIt feels pretty real,âÂ
âHow did we never feel it?â He manages, âIâve known you for years,âÂ
âWeâve never touched until today,â You tell him, and that has to be the reason, itâs the only thing that makes sense. Youâve been turning it over in your mind all night, and with the exception of bumping into him last week in the hall, itâs all been polite bows and waves.Â
âHow is that even possible,â He breathes, âteam dinners? Holiday parties? Work?âÂ
âSkin to skin,â You murmur, âI think thatâs what it was,âÂ
âI had no idea,â He swallows, gesturing in the negative space between your bodies, âI always liked you, but I thought it was just, you know, a crush,âÂ
âYou what?â Your eyebrows raise.Â
âWell,â He backtracks, ânot like that, itâs not like Iâve been holding a candle.âÂ
Your face stays neutral, but he grimaces at his own words.Â
âIâm fucking this up,â He takes a deep breath, âIâm sorry, Iâm really nervous.âÂ
Your stomach warms, âYunho, itâs okay, honestly,âÂ
âI just meant Iâve always liked you, I thought about asking you out when our contracts loosened up if you were still single.â He clarifies and then you watch his face blanch, âYou are single, arenât you?âÂ
âYes,â You nod, âwe donât have to worry about that,âÂ
He nods and you see him searching for the next thing to say, the right thing.Â
âYour mark,â You cut in, taking a few steps further into the room, âdid it change?âÂ
âCompletely,â He nods, âdid yours?âÂ
âYeah,â You wonder the right way to ask him if you can see.Â
âDoes it feel,â He starts.
âWarm?âÂ
âYes,â He nods, âand tender?âÂ
âLike a fresh tattoo,â You take another step in.Â
âIâve never gotten a tattoo,â He confesses, âbut Iâll take your word for it,âÂ
âCan I,â The words are stuck on your tongue, âmaybe this is weird, but I mean, I guess weâre soulmates,âÂ
âYou want to see it?â He surmises.Â
âOnly if youâre comfortable,âÂ
His lips quirk, âIâm comfortable,â
Heat twists in your gut and you wonder if he can feel that too. If he does he doesnât say it, but you watch as he pulls the black t-shirt off over his head.Â
Youâve never seen his chest. Any inch of his skin except for his neck and arms really, and you guess that was part of keeping his soulmark covered. Idols always do, even when theyâre in the most inconvenient locations, thereâs always makeup or flesh colored tape or editing to take care of it. The idea that someone could replicate it and try to fake a connection is far too real for someone famous.Â
He drops his shirt onto the bed and pink tinges his cheeks as he gestures towards it, âWell,âÂ
Your mouth drops, itâs the exact same, down to the size and the placement and every little loop and you stumble forwards to get a better look, âYunho,âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âHas yours always been red?â You reach out, your fingertips hovering just over it.Â
He shakes his head, âNot before today,âÂ
âMineâs the same,â You tell him, your eyes glued to his sternum, âjust the same,âÂ
You know every centimeter of this tattoo. Youâve studied it a thousand times in the mirror, tracing over every curve with your eyes, trying to find the place where the cord starts and ends. He sucks in a sharp breath as your fingers brush gently along his mark, and you feel the ghost of the sensation against your own.Â
âI canât believe we never knew,â You murmur, sliding your finger along each rounded edge.Â
âYou feel that?â He asks, âRight?âÂ
Youâre nodding and moving to tug off your sweater before you can even think it through. He starts to shake his head, to say that you donât have to, but youâre already tossing the sweater next to his discarded shirt and tugging down the front band of your bralette so he can see the whole mark.Â
His eyes flick over you fast, but with the matching mark in front of him he doesnât focus on anything else, âItâs exactly the same,âÂ
âI know,â You reach for his hand, but the minute more of your skin connects with his you feel your chest throb and you drop it like it burns you.Â
He winces, touching his chest again, âIs it supposed to hurt?âÂ
âIn the beginning,â You nod, âI think?âÂ
âDoes it always feel like that?âÂ
âIâm not sure,â You admit, âI was going to call my sister and ask, but itâs too early at home,âÂ
He smiles, âYour sister found her soulmate?âÂ
âIn highschool,â You smile back, âtheyâve been bonded together since they were eighteen,âÂ
âOlder or younger?â He asks, and you realize just how little you know about each other despite how long youâve worked alongside him.Â
âYounger,â You say. Â
âI have a little brother,â He replies, âbut heâs still in school,âÂ
You nod, painfully aware that this is such a strange conversation to have with your shirts off just standing in the middle of a hotel room, but somehow itâs easier than any date youâve ever had.Â
Your eyes flick from his eyes to his mark and he reaches out a hand again, âCan I?âÂ
Your heart quickens and you nod.Â
His fingertips graze over the edge of your mark, mimicking your touch from before, sliding along the edges of the tattoo. His eyes widen and you know heâs feeling the sensation in his own mark, a mirror image of each other.Â
âThis doesnât hurt,â He observes, letting his fingers linger.Â
âI think we have to get used to each other,â You remember that fact from somewhere, âthe link has been dormant for a long time, I think it takes a minute to get used to having it,âÂ
âMakes sense,â He murmurs, his eyes still squarely on your mark, âIâll be honest though, I still really want to touch you,âÂ
âYeah?â Your voice is thready.Â
His fingers fall away and he nods, âDonât you?âÂ
âYes,â You agree, painfully quickly.Â
He swallows tightly and takes the smallest step forwards, before offering out his hand, palm up and waiting for you.
Your eyes flick from his face down to his outstretched hand, and you reach for him slowly. You let your fingertips skate over the skin of his palm, down each digit, ghost the pads of your fingertips together. Itâs warm, sharp and dizzying even just to brush against each other.Â
You wonder what more will feel like.Â
âCan I try something?â He murmurs, his voice nearly a whisper even though youâre all alone.Â
You nod.Â
He wets his lips unconsciously and moves a little closer, your bodies now only inches apart. Anxiety, anticipation, thrill, it all runs through your gut like a whirling wind and you shiver at the torrent of his emotions, a grin breaking out over your face.Â
His smile mirrors yours, âYour heartâs beating a mile a minute,âÂ
âYou can feel that?âÂ
âYeah,â He breathes, grin widening, âthis is crazy,âÂ
You laugh, a little nervous, a little elated, and he finally reaches out his hands.Â
He takes a steadying breath, and then his fingertips brush along your jaw.Â
You suck in a sharp gasp at the sensation, electric and hot, the feeling rocketing through your entire body. You tilt your face up to his as he continues his gentle touches, your eyes watching him as he studies you. His plush lips are parted, brown eyes wide with awe as he grows a little bolder to brush over your cheeks, down your throat, and back up to your jawline.Â
âFeel alright?â He murmurs.Â
You nod into his touch and he starts to lift off but you reach for him, âDonât stop,âÂ
Your hands land safely on his hips, still covered by his sweatpants and you watch him swallow again at the sudden contact, his Adamâs apple bobbing in his throat. Warmth fills the bond, no doubt the first threads of his arousal, and you wonder if he can feel your own. If he can sense how much heâs affecting you with just his fingertips on your face.Â
His hands settle back on your skin, this time smoothing across you with his palms, one hand cupping your cheek and the other sliding over your shoulder and down your bare back.Â
You can barely breathe, the room so silent and around you, like the only thing in the universe that exists is the two of you orbiting each other, standing at the precipice of something so catastrophic and wonderful.Â
Your hands adjust, resting on his taut abdomen as you move a little closer together, and his eyes flutter shut as he breathes through the sensation of your hands on him properly for the first time.Â
âYouâre so warm,â You murmur, your hands softly tracing his abdominal muscles, instinct guiding you to touch more of him, seek out every inch of him as you unconsciously make a map of his body in your mind.Â
He hums pleasantly, eyes reopening, âSo are you,âÂ
He feels so right, so essential under your touch.Â
Yunho wets his lips softly with his tongue, and a nervous thrill passes through your belly. His eyes flick over you, the pad of his thumb sweeping a line over your lips. You suppress a needy sound, still trying to keep your head amidst the thrumming emotions and steady thumps of your heart.Â
He doesnât stop, just stroking your skin slowly, fingers on your back pressing just a little as he sighs.Â
âYunho,â You shiver.Â
âCold?â He gravitates a little closer.Â
âN-no,â Your body is all but pressed flush against him now, and you have to lean your face up even more just to see him as he stands tall over you.Â
âIâŠâ He starts to say something but lets the words die off, like heâs thinking something through, but then he sighs, âforget it,âÂ
His lips are on yours.Â
Yunho lifts you, wrapping his arms around your back and tugging you up into his embrace. You gasp against his mouth, finding his shoulders to hold onto as one of his arms bands around your lower back.Â
The kiss is shattering, the world tilting once again, a new frequency humming between your two bodies. Itâs hot, your skin buzzing from the contact, but the way you move together is fluid and easy. Your legs part naturally, settling around his hips and his free hand finds your plush thigh as he tugs you into place, slotting your bodies together like they were always meant to be.Â
âIâm sorry,â He mumbles against your lips when he draws in a quick breath, but he doesnât stop kissing you. His nose nuzzles against yours, and his lips part at the same moment yours do, tongues meeting in the space between your mouths to flick against each other.Â
âDonât,â You push closer to him, fingers knotting into the back of his hair as you kiss him back.Â
He hums, the hand on your thigh sliding up to cup your ass and you shiver as his wide hand stretches across your backside, squeezing your pillowy flesh.Â
A tiny whimper does leave you then, liquid heat spreading through your body, the combined sensation of both your arousals giving you a headrush.Â
âSo beautiful,â He sighs between kisses, âyouâre so beautiful,âÂ
âYunho,â Your voice is thready, his name a stretched out sound.Â
He holds you close, nearly stumbling as he moves. You blink your eyes open just as he spins you both, pushing you up against the hotel wall and pinning you in place with the weight of his body. You should slow things down, but nothing in your life has ever felt this good and you find yourself diving back to meet his kiss again.Â
 His arm slides out from behind your back as he pushes closer, your body fully supported by the flat of the wall behind you and his hips under yours and one hand firmly anchored on your ass. With his arm free he cups your cheek, a pleased sound on his lips as he dips you back into the wall and deepens the kiss.Â
Heat blooms through you, your kisses getting needier, artless and desperate just to get a little closer together. The kind of kissing that sounds as messy as it is, tiny pants and moans muffled between you, skin on skin, tongue on tongue.Â
âGod,â He shudders, his lips breaking away, but his eyes only flick over you for a second before he dives back in. This time his lips travel, hot kisses across your jaw and back to the hollow of your ear, down your throat as he holds you a little higher on the wall for the right access.Â
You grip his shoulders with one hand and lock your fingers in his mess of black hair with the other, your head falling back against the wall. He pants against your throat, a soft groan as he kisses, and your stomach tightens pleasantly.Â
âY-Yunho,â You gasp, arousal rolling through you, and unconsciously you rock your hips, desperately seeking some kind of friction.Â
He hums low in his throat, kissing back up your neck fast to get to your lips again and his hand slides off your cheek as he crowds you tighter, bracing himself against the wall above your head. His abdomen presses against your core, and even through layers of fabric you feel his heat. Hungrily, you roll your hips again and catch a little pressure, moaning in earnest against his mouth.Â
Yunho makes a tight sound and then he breaks the kiss, his forehead pressing hard against yours as he takes in slow breaths, his body all but trembling with need as he holds you.Â
âWe need to slow down,â He manages.Â
You canât find words, not yet, but you nod against him.Â
âYou deserve better,â He says, âdates, presents,âÂ
You laugh softly, your hand in his hair softening from a grip to a gentle hold, carding through the long locks at the base of his neck, âI donât need all that,â Â
He smiles wide, brushing off your words, âStill,â He sighs, still recovering from the heated make out, âI think I have more self control than fulfilling our bond by fucking you into the wall,âÂ
Reality bleeds back in at that. Soulmarks were just that, indicator marks. A way to find your person amidst a sea of thousands, if not millions. All the shared sensation and emotion a precursor to something more permanent and binding, something only sealed together by sex.Â
You lift your head up, and he leans back to mirror you.Â
âI lost my head there,â You admit, warm blush in your cheeks, âI didnât know it would feel like this,âÂ
He smiles, and you take in his expression. His hair is a mess, mussed and disheveled and his face is pink from his nose down to the dark, well-kissed curve of his lips. His bare chest is flushed bright pink and his eyes are bright and warm. You fight the urge to kiss him again.Â
âMe either,â He shakes his head, âitâs incredible,âÂ
âOverwhelming,â You nod, exhaling softly.Â
He makes a soft sound to agree and then starts to push back from the wall gingerly, letting you slowly unwrap your legs from his waist and ease down to the floor.Â
He lets you go when youâre steady on your feet and clears his throat, adjusting the waistband of his sweatpants and running a hand through his tangled locks. Heâs hard, that much is obvious from the distinct outline of his cock through the gray fabric, but you do your best to look away and not think about how thick and heavy it looked just from kissing you.Â
âJesus,â He adjusts his sweats again, âsorry,âÂ
âItâs fine,â You cup your own cheeks with cool fingers, âI promise youâre not the only one,âÂ
His eyes hold yours for a lengthy beat and then he swallows, taking a wide step back and nodding, âRight,â he shakes his head, âweâre supposed to be slowing down.âÂ
âSlow,â You lean against the wall behind you, crossing your arms over your chest and trying to steady your thumping heart.Â
âIâm going over here,â He grins and walks to the far wall by the door to the bathroom, leaning back and crossing his own arms, âwe really should talk,âÂ
A pulse of anxiety flickers through you, and you realize just how quickly you went from his hotel room door to nearly falling into bed. Heâs handsome, a kind man, your once upon a time crush, and certainly fated to be a good match for you, but that doesnât mean you should throw out good sense and rush things. No matter how much your impulses were screaming at you to do just that.
You try to ignore the fact that thereâs a bed between you, and you nod, âYouâre right,â you finally say, âwe barely know each other,âÂ
Yunhoâs smile fades just a bit, âI wouldnât say that,âÂ
âWeâre coworkers,â The words tumble out, âI know what weâre both feeling, but,âÂ
His brow furrows as he thinks through your words and he shakes his head, ây/n,â he cuts you off, âdo you believe in soulmates?âÂ
âYes, of course,â Even if you hadnât before, the way youâre feeling now would be enough to dispel any skeptic.Â
He takes in a quick breath, the sound sharp as he draws it through his teeth and he cocks his head slightly to the side, âYouâre scared,â he massages the top of his sternum with his fingers, and you recognize your own chest is tight with anxiety, âI can feel it, talk to me.âÂ
The instant vulnerability of the bond is startling, and you can feel your own expression crumble. Itâs suddenly a bit like being an ant caught under a magnifying glass, too much sharp attention all at once and you swallow tightly, eyes flicking away from his tender gaze.Â
ây/n,â He murmurs, âIâm not pushing for more, not tonight,âÂ
âYeah,â Your voice is soft, too quiet for your own liking. Something about the way he sees you so clearly and so quickly makes you feel exposed, nervous and strangely childlike.Â
âHey,â He breaks through your little thought spiral, âlook at me,â
You straighten up again, finding his eyes.Â
âIâm just happy I found you,â He tells you, and you feel the truth of it in your gut, âwe can figure everything else out together, and at our own pace, okay?âÂ
Relief spreads through you, the knot in your chest loosening, âPromise?âÂ
âPromise,â He nods, raising one hand with his pinky extended, âI just want us to try,âÂ
You nod, extending your own pinky to seal it, âMe too.âÂ
He smiles at that, âBarely know each other,â he scolds softly, âIâm offended.âÂ
âOh yeah?â Tension bleeds out of your shoulders.Â
âMhm,â His expression is full of cheek, âIâm the one with a crush, remember? I notice things,âÂ
Your stomach flips pleasantly and your arms relax from their tight position crossed over your chest, âWhat things?âÂ
âLetâs see,â He starts, and for a brief moment you think maybe heâs bluffing, but the moment he starts you melt and he holds your gaze as he warmly recites all the little things heâs noticed about you over the years.Â
âYou only wear silver jewelry,â he notes first, nodding towards you.Â
Your tight hands uncurl.Â
âYou have a ridiculous sweet tooth,â The more he talks the more he relaxes against the far wall, âand you start getting flushed after the second shot of soju, you really are a lightweight,âÂ
âYou always pick a Big Bang song for karaoke, and youâre late to work every Monday,â He laughs a little at that and keeps going, âyou donât wear a lot of color but when you do itâs red. Weâre both from Gwangju but you moved to Seoul when you were five,âÂ
Your heart starts to beat a little faster, warmth filling you again and you donât know if itâs your affection or his anymore, but it hardly matters.Â
âUm,â He takes a deep breath and glances away for a moment and then catches more threads from his memory, âyouâre a Sagittarius, youâre a runner, and the last book I saw you reading was Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982. I bought it, but I havenât had a chance to read it just yet,âÂ
âYunho,â You find yourself smiling, a hand over your surprised lips.Â
âIâm just saying,â He shrugs a little, âwe arenât strangers. I know this is scary and fast and going to change the rest of our lives,âÂ
Elation, pure joy, spills over unfettered from his side of your new emotional tether.Â
âBut I like you,â He confesses, âI have for a while, and this,â he brushes his fingers along his soulmark, âjust changes the timeline.âÂ
Heâs yours.Â
You push off the wall, crossing the room and all but leap back into his embrace, your arms looping around his shoulders again as you push up on tiptoe to kiss his lips.Â
âThis is real,â You murmur.Â
âYes,â He cups your cheeks, nodding as he pecks your lips again.Â
âYouâre mine,âÂ
âYes,â He grins.Â
âOh, this is crazy,â You laugh, forehead against his again.Â
âWeâll go slow,â He assures you again, âweâll figure it out together,âÂ
âTogether,â You nod.Â
He dips low once more, this kiss more tender, and he separates you both before things can heat up again. âHmm,â He glances across the bed and makes a small face at the time displayed on the digital clock, âdid you eat?âÂ
âI tried to,â You confess, âI was nervous,âÂ
âYou need to eat,â He snaps up his black shirt from the bed and slips it back on, and your chest warms. Itâs strangely domestic, strangely commonplace like youâve been in this position a thousand times before.Â
Yunho adjusts his shirt and then kisses your hair as he passes by you, padding over to the hotel microwave and searching through the assorted snacks and instant meals, âItâs too late for room service,âÂ
âIâm okay,â You pull your own sweater back on and sit on the edge of his bed.Â
ây/n,â He glances back, a softly scolding tone.Â
âReally, you need to sleep,â You offer.Â
He dismisses that thought, âBut Iâm hungry, eat with me?âÂ
You concede, and while he starts whipping up two servings of ramen, you wonder if this is what heâs going to be like. It makes sense, heâs always been a caretaking kind of person, but having it so tenderly directed at you feels right.Â
âWhen we get home,â He says as he pours in the spice packets, âIâll take you somewhere nice,âÂ
âThis is nice,â You smile.Â
ây/n,â He sets the ramen on a side table and sits next to you, âthis is cup noodle from a hotel microwave,â
âThe company is nice,â You take the ramen happily though, and tuck into the warm meal.
âIt is,â
âMm, you know,â You slurp back some noodles and softly clear your throat, âyou werenât the only one with a crush,âÂ
He freezes, letting his noodles drop back into his cup, âWhat?âÂ
âIâve always liked you,â Your own confession feels easier after his, âI put it aside since we work together, but I guess, I mean, what Iâm trying to say is that we both felt it before the mark, youâre not alone in that.âÂ
 âI had no idea,âÂ
âIâm very professional,â You tease him lightly.Â
He nudges you and tucks back into his noodles, âHow long?âÂ
âHmm,â You get more comfortable, crossing your legs and scooting back a little onto the mattress, âI thought you were cute when we first met,âÂ
âGod,â He groans, âwe were such kids,âÂ
You nod, swallowing another bite, âMhm, you had that blonde hair,âÂ
He laughs.Â
âI remember thinking, âthat oneâs troubleâ,â You confess.Â
âMe?â His eyebrows perk up, âIâm perfectly nice,âÂ
âTrouble as in youâre my type,â You roll your eyes, âbut I donât think the crush properly came until later. Youâve always made me laugh, and when I realized how I was feeling I just did my best to keep some distance,âÂ
He nods, face getting a little serious, âI know what you mean,âÂ
That knowledge leaves you both a little quiet. The late hour, the adrenaline come down, all of it barrels into you at the same moment as the next anxious thought. How in the world were you both going to navigate this with a contract as tight as theirs and the public eye always watching?Â
âYunho,â You murmur, the last of your noodles left to go cold as you sit with that thought, âAre we going to be able to figure this out?âÂ
âFigure what out?â He looks genuinely confused by your question, âUs?âÂ
âYouâre an idol,â You nod towards him, âIâm staff,âÂ
He rests a hand on your knee, âWeâll be fine,âÂ
âArenât your contracts,â You trail off, letting him fill in the blanks.Â
âTheyâre strict, yes,â He nods, âyear seven,âÂ
Dating, romance, even the perception of it was more than discouraged by companies in this industry, their artists contractually obligated to be single and available and dedicated only to their fans. Five years would have been the industry standard to prevent any idol from being caught out with a partner, let alone a potential soulmarked one, but seven is excessive.Â
You blanch, âThatâs almost two years away,âÂ
âWe will find a way,â He says, âweâre not the first people in the industry this has happened to,âÂ
âReally?â You perk up, âWho?âÂ
He falls short, âWell, I donât know exactly, but itâs bound to have happened.âÂ
âAnd then ruined their careers,â You groan, flopping back flat on the mattress and covering your face with a hand, âwhich is why weâve never heard of them,âÂ
Yunho laughs, earnestly laughs, and takes the half empty ramen cup out of your hand to discard, âMaybe, but for now, letâs just stay positive. Get to know eachother better,âÂ
You nod.Â
âNothing can change the fact that we found each other,â He points out, dropping down onto his side on the bed next to you, âand Iâm okay with that.âÂ
âSo we just lie to everyone?â You chew at the inside of your lip, staring up at the white ceiling.Â
âHey,â Yunhoâs fingers tuck under your chin and draw your eyes to him, âI know youâre anxious,âÂ
You sigh, letting his softness calm you again.Â
âI know,â He repeats, âI am too, but we donât have to decide anything tonight. Weâre both tired and itâs been an emotional day,âÂ
âOkay,â You nod, âokay, yes, youâre right,âÂ
His thumb strokes over your cheek again, and you watch him exhale and sink further into your touch, âWill you stay tonight?âÂ
That wakes you up.Â
Your eyebrows raise, âStay?âÂ
âJust to sleep,â He assures you, âI just⊠I donât want to be without you yet,âÂ
âI need to get back before Iseul wakes up if we do that,â You note with a grimace.Â
âWhat time?â He glances back to the clock.Â
âSeven,â You say, âher alarm is set for seven-thirty,âÂ
âWe can do that,â He grabs his phone off the side table and sets an alarm, âweâll get up,âÂ
The pull between your bodies is so strong youâre fairly sure you would have stayed no matter the consequences, but you nod, âThen Iâll stay,âÂ
He grins and pushes himself off the bed, âIâve got clothes, if you want to get comfortable,âÂ
âSure,â you sit up and wait for him to find things in his still packed suitcase.Â
âUm,â He pulls a pair of black sweatpants from the bag, âthese should work, and if you get cold,âÂ
You smile as he grabs a gray hoodie and comes back to you.Â
As you start to pull off your sweater again, he turns around and leaves his back to you, âSorry,âÂ
âThanks,â You chuckle, making short work of changing. Youâre swimming in his clothes, but his sweatshirt smells like him and you just want to bury your face into it, âyou can turn around now,âÂ
His shoulders relax as he turns back, and you watch his lips part as he takes you in.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou look cute,â He clears his throat, shrugging off his reaction.Â
You smile and ease back onto the bed, âOh, I get it,â you laugh, âis your guy brain on fire because Iâm wearing your clothes? Is this some kind of⊠you won the competition, ownership thing?âÂ
He scoffs and rolls his eyes, kneeling on the bed to shuffle closer, âNo competition when youâre literally fated for me,âÂ
âRight,â You let the word drag out on your tongue to tease him.Â
âBut I like taking care of you already, and now youâre warm and comfortable,â He collapses next to you onto the mattress with a sigh, âand I know I donât own you, but you are mine, just like Iâm yours now. I wonât apologize for liking you in my clothes or in my bed, for liking when you look like my girlfriend,âÂ
Warmth blooms in your cheeks and you duck your face into the sheets.Â
âNow come get under the covers,â He maneuvers the duvet, âitâs late, you were dead on your feet today,âÂ
His voice is so warm and familiar, and you slide into the covers beside him.Â
In bed you keep a little distance, and despite the number of times both of you say that you should go to sleep, your conversation is almost impossible to stop. Yunho holds your hand in the middle space of the mattress between your bodies, and in the dim lighting of the hotel room you whisper thought after thought back and forth. A million things coming to mind you need to tell each other so suddenly now that youâve found each other.Â
As you talk his fingers travel, restlessly stroking your skin, up and down your arm and tapping out patterns. When his palm slides back and forth over the sharp lines of the tattoos on your upper arm, and you feel the question slipping out of your lips and revealing more about yourself than you intended before you can catch it.Â
âYour parents,â You blurt out, âwill they be happy?â Heâs spoken about them so much over the past hour that you canât help but ask him that question point blank.Â
âSo happy,â He responds with ease, a laugh on his lips, âthey always worried me being an idol meant Iâd never be able to find the one and settle down, theyâre going to love this story,âÂ
You smile at the easy way he calls you âthe oneâ, but the question you really asked still remains unanswered and you exhale softly, âBut,â you manage, âwill they be happy with me?âÂ
Yunho stills, reaching across the bed to hook his finger under your chin and draw your eyes up to his again, âVery happy,â he says, âjust like I am.âÂ
Your muscles relax, his words a soothing balm, and you adjust your position on the pillow beneath you, âJust checking,âÂ
âMhm,â He studies your face, âjagi, why wouldnât they be happy with you?âÂ
The endearment slips off his lips with ease, and a burst of warmth spreads through you. Youâve never needed pet names and softness like this from a partner, but from him it makes your heart quicken.Â
The momentary elation fades though, and his question comes back into your mind. You take a deep breath, you owe it to him to tell him now, âMy family wonât be happy,âÂ
âWith me?â His eyebrows raise.Â
âItâs me,â You shake your head, âmy parents have difficult ideals, and Iâve never pleased them. It wouldnât matter who you were, they⊠theyâll find a way to not be happy for me.â
His eyes soften, and his thumb strokes along your jaw, âIâm sorry,âÂ
âIt is what it is,âÂ
âAre your parents soulmates?â He asks softly.Â
You shake your head, âNo, they donât really believe in soulmarks,âÂ
You watch his eyes widen in surprise.Â
âUnless,â You canât stop yourself from rolling your eyes, âthe match is âfortuitousâ,âÂ
âFor status?â He surmises.Â
âStatus, money,â You shrug, âconnection. But I think I could marry the next president and theyâd still find a way to be disappointed in me,âÂ
His jaw flexes tense for just a moment, before his expression smooths over again.Â
âAnyway,â You clear the bad thoughts away as quickly as they came, âmy sister and I never went along like they wanted, like my cousins and the rest of my family, so we are the great disappointments. Itâs not⊠itâs fine, but, I guess you should know before we, you know,âÂ
He smiles, a bit of amusement in his expression that you canât place, âDid you think having bad parents would scare me off?âÂ
âIt could,âÂ
âNo,â He slides a hand under your side and tugs you across the mattress to press a fast kiss to your lips, âit never could.âÂ
âBut Iâm,â You start, all the reasons why a partner might care ringing in your ears.Â
âBeautiful?â He cuts you off, âJust my type? If itâs anything else I donât want to hear you say it,âÂ
Your stomach flip flops hard and you push lightly against his chest to get him to stop.Â
âThe thing is,â He brushes your hair back from your cheek, âmy parents are soulmates. I grew up in a house full of a lot of love, even when they were being strict and scolding us.âÂ
Your smile at his warm expression.Â
âSo I know theyâll love you,â He explains, âthey know what this feels like, what it means. I have plenty of family for us both,âÂ
Your throat constricts, tears threatening for a moment.Â
âYour sister, though,â He grounds you out of the bad thoughts without even thinking, âyou two are close?âÂ
âVery,â
âIâd like to meet her,â He smiles.Â
âYou two would get along great, my sister and her wife both, actually,âÂ
Yunho nods, listening attentively, âDo they have kids?âÂ
âNot yet,â You groan, âbut Iâm dying to be an auntie,âÂ
His thumb drags a comforting line across your cheekbone, his expression warm and affectionate, âCute,âÂ
You sink into the pillows, a yawn creeping up to your lips, âSheâs going to lose her mind when I call her,â Â
âYeah?âÂ
âMm,â You huff a laugh, âshe thought that when I started working here I should have found an inconspicuous way to bump into all of you to test possible bonds. Sheâs going to be riding the âI told you soâ train.âÂ
âSheâs funny,â He smirks.Â
âVery,â You sigh, unconsciously cuddling into his warmth.Â
âHas it been a while since youâve seen her?â He asks softly, adjusting his arms around you so that youâre cradled against his chest with the pillows at your back.Â
âMhm,â You yawn again, the warmth of his body settling the last of the adrenaline inside you, âa while,âÂ
âLetâs find a day off after the tour,â He tucks the duvet around you.Â
âYeah?â Your eyes feel heavy.Â
âYeah,â He kisses your forehead.Â
âYunho,â You yawn again, dipping your forehead into his chest, âGod, Iâm so tired again,âÂ
âMhm,â He yawns too, âme too, jagi,âÂ
You hum softly, fingers slipping under the edge of his shirt just to feel a little skin, âI like that,â you murmur, âI like you,âÂ
âI like you too,â He chuckles, ânow go to sleep,âÂ
A piece of you wants to protest, wants more time cocooned in this day with him, but something about his body feels so right. After a week of sleeping poorly, your body tight and anxious and heart fluttering for no reason at all, when he touches you, your mind goes blissfully blank.Â
Your muscles relax, your breath dropping low and soft in your chest.Â
Nuzzled against his tattoo, you drift.
Youâre supposed to wake up to an alarm. Early enough that you could slip back into your hotel room and your own bed to yawn and stretch next to Iseul and make her believe you were there the whole night. Thatâs what was supposed to happen.Â
Instead, you wake to the heavy sound of a hotel door and Seonghwaâs voice, Yunho jolting awake beside you.Â
âOh my god,â Seonghwa says for what sounds like the third time to your fuzzy sleep-addled brain, âoh my god?âÂ
âHyung,â Yunho pushes himself up, his arms unwinding from around you, âhey, donât freak out,âÂ
âDonât freak out,â Seonghwaâs eyes blow wide, âare you fucking kidding me? Hongjoong is going to kill you,â
âYou donât understand,â Sleep is still heavy on him and he shakes his head to try to pull himself away.Â
âI understand plenty,â Seonghwa counters, âhow long have you been lying to us?âÂ
His reaction surprises you, and you ease yourself up to sit next to Yunho. Youâre not sure what to say or not say, you donât know what theyâve discussed in the past when it comes to dating and relationships, but by Seonghwaâs outburst you can guess itâs honesty at a minimum.Â
Yunhoâs face falls, âNo, itâs not that,âÂ
âI can tell you what it looks like,â Seonghwa lowers his voice to what amounts to a stage whisper.Â
âHyung,â Yunho rubs his eyes, running a hand through his mop of black hair.Â
âIt looks like youâve been sneaking around,â He continues, âhow long have you two been fucking?âÂ
âHey,â Yunhoâs voice sharpens, and his hand crosses your body to anchor on your opposite thigh.Â
Seonghwaâs eyes track it and he shakes his head, âThis is so stupid,â he steps back in surprise, âyouâre both being so, incredibly stupid.âÂ
Yunho gives you a squeeze and opens his mouth to reply but Seonghwa keeps going.Â
âNaive is what it is,âÂ
Irritation bubbles in your gut and you canât stop yourself, âSeonghwa, will you shut up for one second?âÂ
He stops in his tracks, mouth falling open, âWhat?âÂ
âCan you please,â You hold his gaze, âplease, just listen to Yunho for a minute before you jump to conclusions.âÂ
He shifts, taking a step back and crossing his arms, and then he looks to Yunho.Â
Yunho finds your eyes quickly, silently asking, and you give him a nod.Â
âOkay,â Yunho runs a hand through his hair again, âIâll just say it.âÂ
Seonghwa waits, his expression completely neutral except for the irritated corner of his lips.
ây/n is my soulmate,â Yunho squeezes your thigh again and you slip your hand into his to twine your fingers together, âwe didnât know, but now we do.âÂ
Seonghwaâs brows go high, shock filling his features.Â
âWeâre not hiding,â You add, âwe just⊠itâs just,âÂ
âHow long?â Seonghwa manages.Â
âSoundcheck yesterday,â Yunho says, âwe havenât known long enough to lie, hyung.âÂ
âYouâre sure?â He looks between you both, and you know what heâs thinking. How could it be possible to know each other for years and not know.Â
âWeâre sure,â You answer confidently, calmly, âI swear,âÂ
âItâs real,â Yunhoâs thumb strokes across knuckles, âitâs very real.âÂ
Seonghwa swallows, taking in the news and sinks back against the hotel dresser, âWell, fuck,âÂ
âYeah,â Yunho laughs.Â
âYou were off timing yesterday,â Seonghwa points out, âand distracted,âÂ
âIt wasnât that bad,â Yunho grimaces.Â
âNo, but,â He shrugs, âI know you and youâre never off time.âÂ
âIt wasnât easy to focus on the show yesterday,â Yunho admits.Â
âIâm sorry,â You nudge him with your shoulder, knowing a huge portion of that must have been the panic flooding his side of the link.Â
He shakes his head, âThereâs nothing to be sorry for,â
When you look back up, Seonghwa is smiling and he sighs, âOh, youâve both got it bad.âÂ
âObviously,â You hide your face in your sweatshirt sleeve.Â
âSo, whatâs the plan?â Seonghwa asks, âBecause you canât act like this around anyone else,âÂ
Your mouth feels dry.Â
âWe donât know,â Yunho answers, âwe have to figure that out, for now I think we just try to keep things normal.âÂ
Seonghwa nods and then leans forward, âListen, I know youâre not asking for my advice,âÂ
You both wait.Â
âBut you're my brother,â Seonghwa says unequivocally, âso Iâm going to give you some anyway.âÂ
Yunho nods.Â
âYou wear your heart on your sleeve,â Seonghwa points out, âand Iâm sure it will be hard to act like acquaintances in front of everyone, but you have to do it, at least until you make a plan.âÂ
âYeah,â Yunhoâs cheeks are a little pink and he squeezes your hand.Â
âNo one fires the idol for things like this,â He reminds you both, âso for her sake, put it away for today.âÂ
âHeâs right,â You nod, âtoday we go back to coworkers,âÂ
Yunho draws your clasped hands up and kisses your fingers, âOkay,âÂ
âYouâre lucky I offered to check on you,â Seonghwa sighs heavily, âif any of the managers came in,âÂ
âCheck on me?â Yunho perks up at that, âHwa, why,âÂ
Things come into focus for you at that moment, how bright the hotel room is with sunlight, how well rested you really feel. You twist in the bed and look at the digital clock, âOh no,âÂ
âYou were late,â Seonghwa explains, âwe figured you overslept, I offered to use the spare key to get you up.âÂ
âFuck,â Yunho curses.Â
You both slept straight through Yunhoâs alarm.Â
âIseul is going to fucking kill me,â You roll out of bed, your hands breaking apart as you scramble for you phone, âwhat the hell am I going to tell her?âÂ
Your phone reads nine-thirty. In thirty minutes youâre supposed to be packed into a van and on the way to the venue and when you look at the collection of notifications your stomach churns.Â
Three calls from Iseul, and a lengthy string of text messages.Â
Did you already get up and get ready?
Your work bag is still hereâŠ
Not funny, girl, where are you?
Did you make it back last night?Â
Can you answer me??Â
Iâm getting worried. I havenât heard anything - You havenât even read these?Â
You better not be dead in a ditch, Iâll kill you myself.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â Your hands are trembling as you tap out the fastest reply - Alive, be right there.
Yunhoâs a whirlwind behind you, stripping out of his sleep clothes and yanking on whatever outfit is at the top of his suitcase, âItâs fine, itâs going to be fine,âÂ
âSure,â You search the floor for your jeans and dart into the bathroom, âmy best friend is going to murder me though,âÂ
You change at lightning speed, swapping his sweats for your jeans and then tying up your hair into a messy bun before pushing back out into the main room.Â
âEveryoneâs downstairs,â Seonghwa offers, âyou shouldnât run into anyone on the way back to your room.âÂ
âGood, okay, good,â Your heart is pounding, âwhereâs my room key?âÂ
âHere,â Yunho darts forwards and finds the little envelope, passing it to you, âtake a breath,âÂ
âI have to go,â You manage, âI have to think of something,âÂ
âDonât kiss and tell,â Seonghwa offers and heâs being funny but itâs vaguely helpful.Â
âWait,â Yunho grabs your hand and tugs you back, snapping your phone out of your hand.Â
âYunho, I donât,â You start to say but he waves you off.Â
He types fast, adding himself as a contact in Kakao Talk, âMy number,â he explains.Â
Seonghwa huffs a laugh.Â
You take the phone back and tuck it into your pocket, âIâll message you later,âÂ
âGood,â He dips forwards and presses one warm, tender kiss to your lips, ânow get out of here,âÂ
You kiss him back, just once and fast, a little shred of self indulgence before you have to act like heâs just another guy, and then youâre darting out of the room, shouting back a thank you at Seonghwa as you go.Â
You navigate the halls fast, and opt to take the stairs to get down one floor faster and more inconspicuously. You take a deep breath when you get to your hotel door, and then you dive.Â
âSo you are alive,â Iseulâs waiting, just like you thought she might be. Sheâs sitting on your still made bed, her phone in her hands and a tense expression on her face, âI was just about to tell the managers you were missing,âÂ
âIâm so sorry, seriously, I didnât mean to worry you,â You take a few steps into the room.Â
Her eyes flick over you, and you realize at the moment her eyes widen that youâre still wearing Yunhoâs hoodie, your sweater still discarded on his bedroom floor.Â
âYou hooked up with someone?â Her voice spikes, âAre you kidding me?âÂ
Thankfully the hoodie is plain, just a heather gray with no identifying attributes that scream his name, but youâre still swimming in it and itâs clear youâre rumpled from bed.Â
âListen,â You hold up your hands, âI didnât mean to not text you, I just fell asleep,âÂ
âWith some guy?â She stands.Â
âYes,â You settle on some version of the truth.Â
âWho?â She flounders, âWeâre supposed to text each other,âÂ
And you always did, when either one of you went home with someone there was always a little preemptive safety report. A name, an address, a shared location, something so that you werenât completely alone in the world with a strange guy.Â
âIâm sorry,â You say again.Â
She studies you, and itâs like sheâs looking through you.Â
âOh my god,â Her eyes widen, âwe know him.âÂ
âIseul,â Your cheeks heat.Â
She points at you, âIâm right!âÂ
âItâs not a big deal,â You skirt around her words.Â
âThe only reason you wouldnât text me is if you were with someone we both know,â She narrows her eyes, âso give it up.âÂ
âI canât,â You press, âleave it,âÂ
âWhy are you being so weird?âÂ
âIseul,â You sigh, avoiding her gaze, âI just woke up in a panic, and I have like fifteen minutes to get showered, can you give me the third degree later?âÂ
âIâm not letting this go,âÂ
âYeah,â You pull off Yunhoâs sweatshirt and head to the bathroom, âI know, but we have work.âÂ
âWork with a coworker you slept with,â She stands in the doorway while you start the shower, and you realize her tone isnât so much as angry anymore but probing.Â
âI didnât sleep with him,â You groan, âwell, I guess I did, but we didnât have sex, okay?âÂ
âThatâs awfully cozy for a one night stand,â She crosses her arms, âunless youâre seeing someone? Are you seeing someone?âÂ
âNo,â You test the water heat and unbutton your jeans, âI swear Iâll explain another time, but can you just drop it for today? Or do you want to stand here and watch me shower?âÂ
âFine,â She concedes, âyou will tell me?âÂ
âI swear,â You nod, âI want to tell you, but Iâm not ready yet, okay?âÂ
Her eyes soften up at that, âAre you okay?âÂ
âYeah,â You nod, âbut Iâm having big feelings about it and I need to work it out,â
âOh,â In all the years youâve known her, sheâs never seen you in love or even close, and she just blinks, âgot it,âÂ
âCan I shower now?â You gesture towards the running water.Â
âYeah,â She steps back, âyeah, but Iâm still mad you didnât text me.âÂ
âOkay,âÂ
âAnd Iâm still going to guess who it is,â She smirks.Â
âFine,âÂ
Her smile widens and she rolls her eyes, âI bet itâs one of the BB guys, isnât it? You always like a dancer,âÂ
She turns the corner before she can watch you blushing harder, so nearly on the money with her guess, but you put it all out of your mind for now and focus on your day. Youâre late, and itâs about to be another long one. Youâll have time for everything else later, if you can just keep your cool.Â
Work is bizarre to say the least. You and Yunho both do an excellent job of not looking at each other except for when heâs in your makeup chair, and youâre getting better and better at ignoring both Sanâs and Seonghwaâs nervous glances.Â
This time you start the makeup early, less time pressure with the schedule adjustments, and the night goes off without a hitch. Soundcheck to stage to VIP benefits, itâs a whirlwind and youâre grateful for the distractions everywhere you look.Â
You can still feel him, emotions from his side of the link ebbing and flowing throughout the day, but the sharp intensity of yesterday has dulled a bit after your night together. In quiet moments you find yourself thinking about his lips, or the way his hands held you as you tumbled into sleep, but you push it down and stay professional.Â
As the show ends, Iseul ropes you into team dinner, desperate to observe who you interact with and how, still on her quest to find your mystery bed partner, but the boys arenât there and so thereâs nothing for her to really see.Â
Later, with Iseul passed out from one too many shots of soju, you slip back into Yunhoâs hoodie and cuddle into the warmth of your own bed. You need more sleep, you know that, but your brain isnât cooperating. You toss and turn in the sheets, body feeling like a taut cord, and all you can think of is him.Â
You miss him.Â
Itâs not even two days of having him in your life like this and you feel nervous and achy without him. Thereâs no way youâll survive two years of this.Â
Over an hour passes as you sigh, changing positions again and again, and then your phone finally buzzes. You scramble to see if itâs a message from him, nearly dropping your phone in the process.Â
Canât sleep? - He must be feeling your restlessness.Â
Not at all - You reply, chest feeling warm at the contact.Â
Little bubbles pop up immediately to indicate heâs typing and then another message pops on your screen - Youâd think after last night weâd both be exhausted.
So youâre as awake as I am?Â
Just canât relax. I liked having you here last night. - He confesses.Â
You roll over in the bedding onto your front and push the pillow under your chest before you keep texting - I liked it too. Iâd come up except Iseul wouldnât lay off guessing who I was with this morning.Â
Oh? Did she guess correctly? - You can practically see the smirk on his face.Â
Nope - You tease back.Â
Was she upset? - He asks.Â
At first, but I told her I would tell her soon I just needed some time - You reply.Â
Thatâs good, honest. - His message makes you smile.Â
How was Seonghwa? - You tap out.Â
FineâŠ. stressing and acting like a hyung, you know - He says.Â
You smile and type out another message - Is he keeping this to himself for now?
Yes - Yunhoâs message comes in, and then another - For now, he knows we need to decide things first.Â
Thatâs good - You send back.Â
Things lull for a moment, and you try to think of something more to say, but Yunho swoops in with a question that makes you bite your lip to keep from laughing - Who did Iseul guess you were with? Was I even on the list?
I thought youâd be happy she didnât guess - You reply.Â
Bubbles appear immediately, then another message - Iâm a little offended, Iâm the obvious choice.
Whyâs that? - You tease him.Â
You feel something warm in your chest, and his next message flies back - I thought I was your type?Â
You stifle another laugh - You are, sheâs not very observant.
So who did she guess?Â
Your belly flip flops and you hide your face in the pillow for a moment. His obvious jealousy, even just to tease you, is making your heart quicken and you canât stop yourself from making it harder on him.Â
You take a breath and reply - About half the BB crew and a few of your managers.
The replies donât come for a moment, and you nervously refresh the chat.Â
Finally a message comes in - Iâm trying to think of something funny to say, but Iâm actually just irrationally jealous.Â
She was just teasing, no need to be jealous - You smile into your hand.Â
Doesnât matter - He says - Now Iâm just here alone wondering which of our coworkers Iseul thinks you have chemistry with
He is jealous. You swallow hard, trying to ignore the swooping sensation in your belly and press your legs a little tighter together. If you close your eyes you can feel the echo of his hands on you from last night, and all you want in the world is for him to come down here and kiss you hard like that again.Â
With a slow exhale you return to your phone - Donât be jealous, Yunho. We both know Iâm yours.
Yeah? - His reply comes after a beat - No need to be jealous then.
Exactly - You reply.Â
I bet you like it a little though - His message flies in as yours sends.
You feel warm all over and you run a nervous hand through your hair before replying - No, I donât.Â
Jagi, you forget I can feel how worked up youâre getting.Â
Your stomach clenches, drops and twists. Heâs going to be the death of you and youâre still just flirting. Â
You work up the courage and finally send your reply - Youâre the one that pinned me to the wall last night.Â
Iâve been thinking about that all day - The message reply is fast.Â
You smile and bite your lip, snuggling further into the mattress and trying to ignore the growing pulse between your thighs - You did seem distracted during rehearsals.
You feel warmth in your chest, and you know exactly how much your flirting is affecting him. Another text pings through and you shiver when you read it - How could I not be distracted with you there? All I could think about was the way you said my name last night.Â
Your thighs press together - Yunho?
Yes, jagi?
Or more whiny, was it? Yunho-ya? - You type it out fully, emphasizing the extended sound, knowing exactly what he wants to hear from the way he gripped you last night.Â
The room is suddenly hot, and your heart beats faster to sync with his.Â
It takes a moment for him to respond, bubbles popping up and then receding again and you wonder how heâs lying in bed. If heâs hard already, if heâs palming himself? You wonder if he sleeps naked when heâs alone and youre core clenches, arousal pooling in your gut and you know he can feel the threads of it. When he finally presses send on his message you have to cover your mouth to keep quiet.Â
Feeling needy? Are you squirming around in that hotel bed wishing for me, sweetheart?
You feel that message from your top to your toes and you steal a fast glance at the bed next to you. Iseul is sound asleep, turned away from you and snoring softly, and you let out a relieved, shuddering breath.Â
You could pump the brakes here, tease him and find a way to say goodnight, but you simply canât. Need and arousal overwhelms you and you tap back your reply fast - Iâve been aching all day.
Do you have headphones?Â
The question catches you off guard, but you write back - Yes, airpods.
Put them in - He says, and you swallow tightly, reaching for the little headphone case on your bedside table.Â
Your fingers are shaking as you take them out of the case and put them in, making sure theyâre connected before you reply - Done.Â
His call lights up your phone, ringing in your headphones and you swipe to answer with a panicked glance at the bed next to you, but Iseul sleeps on, none the wiser.Â
ây/n?â His voice is so rich and quiet, a little raspy edge after singing all night and you nearly moan.Â
âHi,â You whisper as soft as you can, âI canât,âÂ
âDonât talk,â He soothes you, âdonât wake Iseul up, Iâll talk to you and you can text me back, okay?âÂ
You minimize the call and open your chat back up, sending him a quick emoji to acknowledge his words.Â
âPerfect,â He laughs softly, âthis is way easier than texting. Listen, I know we said slow, but Iâd love to help you relax if you want that. If not, I can just say goodnight, itâs up to you.âÂ
You exhale softly, a needy thrill in your gut - Letâs relax together.Â
âOh,â He sighs pleasantly, âyes, Iâd love that.âÂ
You want me? - You ask.Â
âYou can feel how much I do,â He responds, âIâm sitting here convincing myself not to come downstairs and get my hands on you.âÂ
You hum softly, shifting in the sheets and relaxing deeper into the pillows.Â
You hear his own breath, the way he parts his lips with a wet sound, âCan you tell me what position youâre in?âÂ
You tap out the reply - Lying on my front, on my stomach.Â
âHmm,â He sounds pleased, âI bet you look so cute, all twisted up in the sheets and blushing,âÂ
I was tossing and turning.Â
âI bet you were,â He groans a little, âI tried everything. I hit the gym, cold shower, did some deep breathing, but you have me so keyed up I canât sleep,âÂ
You send him another emoji, the blushing face.Â
He laughs, the rumble of it too deep and warm in your ear with your headphones in.Â
You tap out another message - What position are you in? Trying to picture it.Â
You hear him shift around in the sheets, âIâm on my back,âÂ
Wearing?Â
He chuckles, âArenât I supposed to be the one asking what youâre wearing?âÂ
I asked you first.
âFair,â He shifts again, and you picture him restless on his back in the bed you shared the night before, âjust boxers,âÂ
A heavy sigh passes through your lips.Â
âAnd you?âÂ
You wish it were sexier all of a sudden, but that just wouldnât be practical in a room with your friend so you tell him honestly - Pajamas, the button down kind, theyâre gray.Â
âGod, youâre adorable,â The covers on his end shift again, âwish you were up here with me.âÂ
Me tooÂ
âThis is probably better,â He says though, âI donât think I could hold myself back for another night.âÂ
Me either - You confess.Â
ây/n,â His voice warms, low in his chest, âjagiya, can I help you? Can I tell you what I want you to do?âÂ
Your hands are shaking and you type the reply so fast thereâs a typo that you have to fix - Pfease - Please.
He chuckles, âAlright, get comfortable, just listen to my voice, okay?âÂ
You message him one last thought - What about you?
âIâm⊠Iâm, uh,â He lets out a shaky breath, âIâm already stroking for you,âÂ
You press your lips together to keep from making a sound, dropping your forehead to the pillow in front of you.Â
Thatâs so hot - You text him quickly when you hear him say your name, probably a little nervous he came on too strong.Â
He hums, âGood,â he says, âthen donât worry about me, just listen to my voice.âÂ
You set your phone to the side, snuggling into the mattress and the pillows just like he asked for, sparing one more glance at Iseul to confirm sheâs still completely out of it.Â
âComfy?â He asks when you stop shifting around.Â
âMhm,â You murmur in a whisper.Â
âGood,â He sighs, ânow slip one of your hands under your cute little pajamas, between your thighs.âÂ
You slide your arm down, tucking it under your body and into your sleep pants.Â
âUnder your panties too,â He says, his voice a little husky.Â
âMhm,â You murmur again, following his words.Â
âTease a little for me,â He instructs you, ânot too fast, just your fingertips on the outside,âÂ
You breathe low and slow, gently passing the pads of your fingers over your slit, just barely ghosting against the hard nub of your clit.Â
âI bet you look so pretty right now,â He groans a little and you hear the sound of sheets, âyou make the cutest faces when youâre feeling good,âÂ
You make the tiniest noise of acknowledgement, fingers still brushing your cunt.Â
âCanât wait to see you fall apart for real,â He confesses, a strain in his tone as he sighs, and you picture him. His long legs spread wide in the bed, stretching from corner to corner, his boxer briefs pushed down and his hand fisting his cock.Â
Youâre going to lose it when you finally get to touch him again.Â
âYou can touch now,â He murmurs, getting your attention back, âare you wet?âÂ
You push your fingers through your folds and sigh when you feel just how slick and swollen you are. With your other hand you find the phone nearby and tap out a quick message - So wet
âThatâs good, thatâs so good,âÂ
Your fingers start to circle on your oversensitive nub and thereâs no way he wonât have you coming in five minutes or less with it feeling this good and his heavy breath in your ear.Â
âR-rub your clit for me,â He pants and your eyes roll, you can hear the sounds of the sheets rhythmically swishing as he pumps his cock harder, âget your fingers nice and wet,âÂ
You whimper into the pillow, biting down hard on your cheek to keep yourself in check.Â
âOh, fuck,â He groans, âsound so pretty,âÂ
You rub harder, faster, your legs stretching wide under the downy comforter to give you better access.Â
âBaby,â He gets your attention with that, âpush two fingers inside yourself, imagine Iâm there with you,âÂ
You shift, hand slipping lower and body arching to slide your middle and ring finger as deep as theyâll go. You stay mostly quiet this time, but your breathing is heavy and youâre sure he can hear it.Â
âClose your eyes,â He murmurs, âpicture my fingers,âÂ
You gasp softly.Â
âGrind,â He tells you, âgrind your pussy on my palm and feel my fingers fucking you,âÂ
You bite back a moan, only the slip of a soft sound into the microphone as you start to rock, rolling your hips and working your clit against your hand as you sink into his fantasy. You always took him for soft, the romantic type whoâd blush at saying the word âpussyâ let alone talking you through whatâs bound to be the headiest orgasm of your life, but youâve never been so happy to be wrong.Â
âYes,â Yunho moans and you shudder, âI can hear you moving, youâre doing so good,âÂ
Pleasurable stars burst behind your eyes and you grind harder into your slick palm.Â
âSo good,â He groans and you hear him roll in the bedding, his voice changing to something lower and breathier, and then the rhythmic rock of sheets from his side of the phone tells you all you need to know. You can almost see it, Yunho braced on his forearms, hips thrusting to drive his cock in and out of his hot fist, his face buried in the pillow you slept on the night before.Â
Heat melts through you, your body alight, and you grapple to find the phone again - Close
âAlready?â He says in a flushed exhale, âYouâre so hot, thatâs so hot,âÂ
You need him to talk to you, you need him to tell you what to do, and you whimper into the bedding as you work your body faster up to the peak.Â
âYou gonna come for me?â He murmurs, âYeah? Hmm?âÂ
You drop the phone and press a hand over your lips, stifling the threat of a real moan.Â
âLet go,â His voice is so low in your ear you can practically feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, âcome for me,âÂ
Your legs are trembling, knees digging into the mattress and sweat gathered on your brow, and you feel the pressure start to crack open inside you, âComing,â you whimper into your fingers so he knows, and then it breaks.Â
âGod, good girl, yes,â He groans, âIâm coming with you, fuck,âÂ
Your body curls into itself as you release, locking up in pleasure as you feel wave after wave of heat. You bite down on your knuckle to keep from making a sound, silently falling apart, dimly aware somewhere in your gut that half the heat you felt was his, that part of that pleasure was his own.Â
Yunho moans in your ear as you ride the sensations, panting and cursing and you canât wait to feel him pulsing inside you while he sounds this good.Â
Youâre not sure how long it takes you to recover, but when your brain starts to connect again you realize youâre panting against the cool flat of the mattress and both your phone and pillow are nowhere to be found. You swallow hard and pop your head up, but Iseul hasnât moved an inch and you thank god for her liberal use of melatonin while traveling.Â
In your ear you register the sound of Yunhoâs breath and the end of a sentence, âstill there?âÂ
He must have been talking, and you try to focus in on the sound of him now as you slip your hand out from between your sticky thighs.Â
He exhales slowly and you hear him shifting around, ây/n, baby, are you there?âÂ
 âUh-huh,â You manage.Â
âSleepy?â He murmurs, misreading your sound, âThatâs okay,âÂ
You make a tiny noise of protest and search the bed for your phone.Â
âBaby?â Heâs confused and you grin at his sleepy sated tone.Â
Sliding off the bed onto nearly boneless legs, you find your pillow off to the side and your phone underneath. You snap it up and send a message quickly - Wait
âWait?â He breathes, âSure, Iâm not going anywhere, Iâm here,âÂ
You tiptoe to the bathroom as quietly as you can and then shut yourself behind the heavy door, flicking on the light and collapsing to sit on the closed toilet lid.Â
You disconnect your earbuds and bring your phone to your ear, âHey,âÂ
âHey,â He murmurs, âyou okay?âÂ
âYeah,â You smile, still a little breathless, âHiding in the bathroom for a sec so I could actually talk to you,âÂ
He hums, a quiet, lazy laugh, âAh,âÂ
âAre you okay?â You find yourself asking, a little nervous tumble in your gut.Â
âMe?â He says, âIâm incredible, youâre incredible,âÂ
âYeah?â You draw your knees up, wrapping your arms around yourself and smiling into the phone.Â
âThat wasnât too much, was it?â He checks, but you still hear the sound of him calling you âgood girlâ and you shiver.Â
âNot too much,â You sigh into the phone.Â
âGood,â He hums, âI thought so, I was trying to pay attention to how you were feeling, but it was a little,â
âHard to focus?â You offer and he laughs.Â
âYeah,â He sighs again, heavy and sated.Â
âI canât wait for this tour to be over,â You confess, âI just want to be with you,âÂ
You feel a pang in your chest and listen as Yunho rolls in the sheets, âI know, I want that too,âÂ
A little lump forms in your throat and you breathe through it, âYunho,âÂ
âYeah, baby?âÂ
âHave you ever felt like this before?â Your thundering heart has started to slow, and you let your eyes close as you murmur the question.Â
âNever,â He murmurs, âbut I felt this way before we touched,âÂ
You feel his tenderness wrap around your heart as if he were in the room with you, and with a small smile you whisper, âI thought you said you werenât holding a candle?âÂ
âI lied,â He says softly, âitâs been you for a long time,âÂ
He doesnât say it, not in so many words, but you feel the way he loves you through the link in a wave. Itâs as good as any confession to you, just as honest if not more so.Â
âI wish I could come upstairs,â You manage, tears pricking your eyes.Â
You hear him swallow and breathe a slow breath through his nose, âSoon, I promise. Weâre going to do this right,âÂ
âI know,âÂ
âAre your headphones still in?â He asks
âNo, but I can switch back,âÂ
âPut them back in and go get back in bed,â He softly instructs, âitâs late, but Iâll stay with you until you fall asleep, okay?âÂ
âOkay,â You swap back over to your earbuds and adjust them.Â
âGet back to bed,â You can hear the smile in his voice.Â
âYunho,â You interrupt him, âthank you for staying with me,âÂ
âAlways,â He says, and for the first time in your life when someone says theyâll be there, you believe it.Â
âIâm going back out,â Your voice drops to a whisper, âgood night,âÂ
âMhm,â He listens as you slip back into bed, âjust get comfortable, just breathe. Iâm right here with you, jagiya, Iâll be right here.âÂ
He murmurs to you softly until your mind is sinking into darkness, body finally unspooling and letting you drop off into sleep. Itâs not the same as his arms around you, but it settles you more than any meditation, his voice a steady whisper through your dreams.Â
In the morning when you wake the call is still connected and the first sound you hear is his slow breath and the steady beat of his heart.
#yunho#jeong yunho#honeyhotteoks fic#yunho x reader#yunho fic#yunho ff#yunho smut#yunho fluff#ateez#ateez fic#ateez ff
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Used as Bait
Jason and Tim, who have been goofing off since getting out of the Batcave, finally arrived at the GCPD building thirty minutes after they were supposed to be there.Â
âGot anything for us, Gordon?â Jason asks.Â
Gordon looks up from his file, then looks back down.Â
âWhat is he doing?â Jason asks.Â
âIgnoring us for the mandatory five minutes because we wasted his time,â Tim answers. âHe put it in place when B got into the habit of making a meeting and then being late for it.âÂ
âAnd B hates having his time wasted.âÂ
âYup. And to be fair, weâre like thirty minutes late. Gordon does usually have some grace if weâre not too late.âÂ
Jason takes his helmet off and starts messing with his hair.Â
âIs something wrong?â Tim asks.Â
âNope,â Jason answers. âWeâre just gonna be seeing Maria before patrolâs over.âÂ
âYou have got to be kidding me.âÂ
âNo, of course not. Youâre the only one that will let me.âÂ
âYou have to do something for me.âÂ
âFine.âÂ
Gordon offers the file to Tim, so he takes it.Â
âMaria your girlfriend?â Gordon asks.Â
âNah, sheâs just a friend of mine. But she lives and works in a bad part of town, so I like to try to walk her home,â Jason answers. âShe can handle herself, but I literally take out bad guys at least twice a week.âÂ
âThat didnât work with Barbara,â Gordon says.Â
âYeah, your fiercely independent daughter didnât want your protection. Maria isnât a fan of me feeling obligated to walk her home, but she likes that I like to walk her home. We get to talk.âÂ
âHuh.âÂ
âWeâve got a possible meeting of gangs?â Tim asks.Â
âThatâs the thought. We have two officers over there you can meet,â Gordon says. âI want this dealt with tonight if you two can.âÂ
âWill do, boss. Iâve got something to do at midnight,â Jason replies, âand Redâs got a date with Spoiler.âÂ
âI already said that Iâm not dating Spoiler,â Tim says. âYouâre just telling people to get a rise out of me.âÂ
âMaybe. Weâll come back when weâve got something for you.âÂ
âJust call,â Gordon replies. âIâm gonna be in a meeting and then two briefings for the rest of the night. If you really need anything from me, just call.âÂ
âWe will,â Tim says, then the two of them head towards the location in the file.Â
They get to the location and thereâs an undercover cop car there, just like Gordon said there would be. Timâs phone rings, so he looks at it.Â
âI need to take this. Can you get the info from the officers?â Tim asks.Â
âYeah, of course,â Jason answers, âbut itâll cost you five dollars.âÂ
âShut up and go over there.âÂ
âWhatever.âÂ
Jason walks over and knocks on the window. He looks inside and nobodyâs in the car.Â
âWeird,â Jason mutters. âWhere did they go?âÂ
âRed Hood?âÂ
Jason turns and thereâs an officer standing with two cups of coffee.Â
âGordon sent me and Red Robin to help you guys with the incident,â Jason says. âWhereâs the other officer?âÂ
âHeâs not in there?âÂ
Jason shakes his head.Â
The officer quickly strides over and looks in the window. âOh shit, where could he have gone?âÂ
Jason shrugs, then turns in the direction to check on Tim. Timâs not standing where he was a minute ago. Jason goes to look around when he feels a needle in the back of his neck.Â
âNighty night.âÂ
Jason swings his elbow and manages to hit the guy in the face with it before he passes out.Â
Tim wakes up to complete blackness.Â
âYouâve failed me,â Batmanâs voice says.
âWhat?â Tim asks.Â
The scene around him turns from black to a full color image of the city in flames.Â
âWhat happened?â Tim asks.Â
âYou failed, and we all paid for it.âÂ
He sees his entire family, bleeding out while the villains are close by celebrating.Â
âNo, no,â Tim says, shaking his head. âThis canât be real. I⊠we hold each other up. I canât be the reason theyâre dead.âÂ
âThe most pressure on you to succeed,â Cass says.Â
âThe most pressure to get everything right,â Dick adds.Â
âItâs your fault we failed. Your plan went south and we paid the price for it,â Damian says.Â
Tim tries to calm himself down so he doesnât hyperventilate, but the scene changes to the manor and Tim sees Jason sitting on the couch, reading a book. His blood is still pumping from the stress and anxiety, but he feels a small amount of comfort in the sight of his brother. Tim runs over.Â
âJason!âÂ
Jason doesnât look up or acknowledge him.Â
âJason?âÂ
âI donât want to be around you,â Jason says.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âBecause who would want to? Youâre annoying, uninteresting, and unable to hold a conversation.â Tim opens his mouth to argue, but Jason continues. âThe only reason that Bruce took pity on you was because he was a basket case. If I hadnât died, you wouldnât be around. Not even Dick likes being around you, and he likes being around everyone.âÂ
Tim canât help the rage that floods him at that moment, especially hearing it from Jason. He was the only one around to help when everything was going up in flames, and any of them feel like they have the right to complain?Â
âYouâre utterly useless, Drake,â Damian says, appearing out of thin air before Tim can get any farther in his thought process.Â
The world goes back to black as Tim tries to figure out whatâs going on.Â
âTime for you to sleep now.âÂ
Tim recognizes the voice and he searches for Mad Hatter. He feels himself starting to lose consciousness, but starts thrashing around when he feels something with a similar feeling to a mask being pulled over his face. He passes out without succeeding in getting the mask off.Â
Jason wakes up to complete darkness. He hears a familiar laugh that sends a chill up his spine. Jason struggles against the restraints, starting to hyperventilate. Joker comes into view with a bloody crowbar.Â
âReady for round two, little bird?âÂ
Jason breaks the restraints and throws a punch at Joker. It goes right through him and he starts laughing again.Â
âBatmanâs favorite toy, how does it feel? You almost caused the downfall of Batman with your death. It must feel fantastic to know that you almost succeeded in your goal solely by getting your head bashed in and then inhaling a little smoke,â Joker says.Â
Jason throws another punch at him and it goes through him again. Jason gets his feet untied in enough time for the scene to disappear. Something knocks Jason off balance and he lands on his back. He blinks and when he opens his eyes, heâs lying down in a wooden box. Jason starts trying to bust the box but no matter how much force he uses, it doesnât break.Â
He can feel the oxygen getting thinner. Heâs panicking too much and while he knows it, he canât seem to get his breathing to slow down. He canât seem to stop panicking. No matter how hard he tries, heâs stuck in this coffin of dread. He squeezes his eyes closed.Â
âDad!â he cries out, hoping that Bruce is right outside to save him.Â
âNo father to save you. There never was,â Jokerâs voice says. âYou really think that Batsy ever loved a little screw-up like you? No, he only pretended to. His savior complex made him take pity on you.âÂ
Jason shakes his head, refusing to believe it again.Â
âMy dad loves me!âÂ
Joker laughs, taunting and mocking Jason.Â
âTime for you to sleep now.âÂ
Jason doesnât recognize the voice and he searches for the person attached to it. He passes out as it feels something go over his face, like a mask.Â
Dickâs watching TV, waiting for Damian to call him to discuss the details of Damian spending the weekend with him. Currently heâs watching a rerun of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but heâs only half-watching it. The screen goes black, drawing Dickâs full attention back to it. The screen glitches, then shows a close-up of Scarecrowâs face. Dick sits up. The camera backs away from Scarecrowâs face enough that you can see more of him.Â
âHello, Gotham,â Scarecrow says. âThis isnât for many of you, so feel free to ignore. Batman, on the other hand, we have your little birds.âÂ
The camera moves to show Jason and Tim in full uniform, clearly in distress. Theyâre fighting hard against the restraints, but in a wild and restless way that Tim would never normally attempt to get out in. Dick gets and starts searching his coffee table for his phone. Right on cue, it rings.Â
He answers. âHey, Dami. Are you watching right now?âÂ
âIâm watching,â Damian answers. âBarbaraâs trying to figure out where the signalâs coming from and Fatherâs getting suited up. Iâm already suited up before you ask.âÂ
âIâll be there as fast as I can.âÂ
âThank you. Fatherâs panicking.âÂ
âYeah, I figured.âÂ
Dick grabs his keys and rushes out of his apartment. He heads to his safehouse to change into costume then gets on his bike and makes a beeline for Wayne Manor. Once he hits city limits, his comm crackles.Â
âGrayson will be here when he gets here,â Damian says. âNothing weâre going to say is gonna make him get here faster.âÂ
âHey, Iâm at city limits,â Dick says.Â
âHey, Nightwing,â Barbara replies. âIâm sending the location to your bike now.âÂ
âThanks, Oracle. Howâs Batman?âÂ
âIâm fine,â Bruce says gruffly. âIâm heading to the warehouse now. How long will it take for you to get there?âÂ
Dick checks the location. âFive minutes. Itâs closer to the city limit than I thought it would be.âÂ
âWeâll meet you there. Iâm here with Orphan and Robin. Spoilerâs out of town.âÂ
âAlright.âÂ
He gets there at the same time they do and runs over.Â
âHey, what did the scan of the building indicate?â Dick asks.Â
âFour heat signatures and their trackers are still transmitting from inside,â Bruce answers. âAlright, remember that our top priority is getting them out. If one of them gets away, we can deal with it at a later point.âÂ
Cass and Damian both nod. Dick notices Mad Hatter and Scarecrow leaving the building. Cass notices them too and looks towards Bruce for instructions. Tim and Jason jump down onto the roof and ready their weapons. Bruce nods at Cass, and she goes after Scarecrow and Mad Hatter while Jason and Tim attack the rest of the Bats. Tim viciously attacks Damian with his bo staff and Damian barely dodges.Â
âWhat the hell?â Damian asks.Â
âThe masks belong to Mad Hatter,â Dick says, trying to grab Tim so he can get the mask off. âHeâs probably controlling both Hood and Red.âÂ
Tim grabs Dickâs wrist and flips him onto his back. Tim jams a batarang into Dickâs arm, pinning him to the roof in the process. Dick hisses and tries to figure out how to take it out without hurting himself worse. After watching Jason beating Bruce and Tim beating Damian for several minutes while trying to think, he finally just pulls it out as fast as he can and runs at Tim. Bruce can hold his own a little longer. Tim drives a hard kick to Dickâs shoulder, which was slightly injured in a battle earlier that week.Â
âShit,â Dick mutters, grabbing his shoulder. âThat hurt, bud.âÂ
Tim swings his staff at him again and Dick grabs the other end. He uses the momentum to throw Tim on his back. Damian grabs the mask and rips it off.Â
Damian checks his pulse. âHeâs alive. You should probably go help Father with Hood before he makes him cry.âÂ
Dick looks up and the two are sparring.Â
âI knew that Hood could reasonably fight Batman but seeing it is something else,â Dick mutters, âbut Iâm gonna go help Batman.âÂ
Damian nods and starts checking for injuries on Tim. Dick flips over to Jason and kicks him hard in the side of the head. Bruce rips the mask off and stomps on it repeatedly. Dick checks Jasonâs pulse while Bruce finishes destroying the mask.Â
âHis pulse is there. Little weak, but steady.âÂ
âGood,â Bruce says. âLetâs get them home.âÂ
Bruce watches his kids as they rest and recuperate. Cass is patching up Damianâs injuries while Dick is patching himself up. Bruce notices that Tim starts shaking. Before he has a chance to get up and get him another blanket, Tim wakes up and sits up, looking concerned.Â
âHey, itâs okay. Youâre home,â Bruce says.Â
Timâs facial expression is flat and hard to read. Bruce notices that he seems concerned, but canât tell about what exactly. He sees everybody and seems to ease a little, but still gets up.Â
âYou should be resting,â Cass says.Â
âIâm gonna go rest in my room. I donât⊠I donât want to be here right now.âÂ
âHey, Tim,â Bruce says.Â
âIâll talk to you tomorrow, Dad,â Tim says, rushing through the words, then hurriedly heads up back to the manor.Â
Jason wakes up not long after. He looks around but his fear and anger are completely visible to Bruce. He gets up to walk over and Jason seems to calm down a little, the anger seeming to disappear.Â
âAre you alright?â Bruce asks.Â
Jason opens his mouth, then closes it again. He thinks for a moment, then shrugs.Â
âI donât want to talk about it⊠right now. Iâll talk to you when I feel up to it,â Jason says. âDoes that work, Dad?âÂ
Bruce puts a hand on Jasonâs shoulder and nods. âOf course it does.âÂ
Jason nods. âIâm gonna head upstairs and try to sleep off this migraine thatâs hitting me.âÂ
âMake sure to take something.âÂ
âI will.âÂ
Jason heads upstairs as Damian walks over to Bruce.Â
âHow are you feeling, Damian?â Bruce asks.Â
âIâm fine,â Damian answers. âCassandra stitched up my injury. Iâm going to speak to Timothy if you donât need anything else.âÂ
âGo ahead.â Damian heads upstairs.Â
At least someone can get Tim to talk. If Damian canât, I think Iâll talk Dick into trying. Â
Dick walks up. âHey, you alright?âÂ
âIâm fine,â Bruce says. âYou?âÂ
Dick sighs. âI donât know. I donât like fighting my siblings in such a setting. It hits the edge of that line I swore Iâd never cross again. Iâm physically fine, but they could have not been. Mad Hatter had them pushing us full strength. The strain that would have put on their brainsâŠâÂ
âI know. Donât worry about that right now. Full brain scans show no signs of damage and weâre gonna keep up with scans until weâre completely in the clear. I wonât let anything happen to them without doing everything that I can to stop it,â Bruce promises.Â
Dick nods, then hugs Bruce. Bruce hugs him back and they stay like that until Dickâs phone starts ringing. Dick looks at it, then smiles.Â
âHey, babe. What can I do for ya?â A pause. âIâm gonna take this outside, then probably head home.âÂ
âGoodnight, Dick,â Bruce says.Â
â âNight, Dad,â Dick replies, waving as he walks upstairs with his jacket.Â
Bruce heads upstairs after a little while and goes to his room. He leaves his door open a crack, a sign that the kids can come in if they need something, then gets in bed to get some much needed sleep.
#whumptober2024#whumptober#alt prompt#no.13#used as bait#batman#batfamily#batfam#jason todd#tim drake#jim gordon#dick grayson#damian wayne#bruce wayne#barbara gordon#cassandra cain#scarecrow dc#dc mad hatter#angst#feels#emotional angst#emotional hurt/comfort#whump#blood and injury#fear toxin#mind control#tw torture#whump writing#writing challenge
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pls excuse me while I cry bc my silly body decided to betray me and nearly pass out yesterday and now I cannot go to the yoongi concert
#tw: sickness#i was literally just on a thirty minute walk#and my lungs decided to yeet themselves out of the conversation like cool#my mom was like yeah no donât even think about going#not this being the second time Iâve gotten tickets to see bts and I canât go#maybe itâs just not meant to be đ„č#heart been broke so many times đ#isi rambles
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Heartbreaking: Local Punk walks into thrift shop so confident heâll find the perfect base for their battle jacket. Finds absolutely nothing and half of it is just kids clothes instead.
(itâs me Iâm the local punk. Iâm devastated)
#not writeblr#just ranting here donât mind me#I was SO confident idek why đ I was like âoh fuck yeah they should have like a basic black denim jacket thatâs so simple itâll be greatâ#A) it was a forty minute bus ride and THEN I had to walk on a bunch of fucking uneven gravel because there were no sidewalks to go there#B) I alert everyone in the store (3 people literally which somehow makes it worse) of my presence by hitting my foot on steel accidentally#C) i spent like the next thirty minutes hiding away from the register lady âcause I was afraid sheâd see me fumbling around like an idiot#(Idk I was just browsing casually but I was really self-conscious)#And D) I was sweating bullets the entire time#Lovely#Next time I go thrifting I need to drag my friend with me Iâm too stupid to do this shit alone
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okay we have bad news everybody. in order to bake apple pie you need apples and we do not have apples
#ray's tag#mother is sick so we cant drive to the store and the gas station doesnt have fresh produce because why would it#literally the only grocery store is either across a major highway or a thirty minute walk#i hate it here#I just wanna bake my apple pie man
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adding stuff to my cart because committing m*rder is illegal.
#angsti rambles#excuse me but it took me 1 hour and thirty to arrive to work#with a delay of thirty minutes#and like my hours are flexible so like I don't have a specific set of them#like I could arrive later and I'd have to stay later but ugh#but the fact is that I literally exited my house at 8:14 and the bus should arrive at 8:19#didn't pass alright let's move onto the one at 8:35#it didn't pass and we had no clue#I had to -> take one bus -> take another -> walk for ten minutes (btw also onto a suspended bridge that gives me anxiety)#just to arrive with thirty minutes of delay#and discover on the bus from some girls that it's likely because these fuckers are doing construction works and didn't have the decency#to even warn people ahhh
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i can't stop looking at his dâdâdâdâFACE!
pairings âžș (SEPERATE) boy next door!gojo x reader, wrestler!toji x reader, gym trainer!sukuna x reader, pizza delivery boy!choso x reader, husband's boss!nanami x reader, perv on train!geto x reader
summary âžș jjk men as overused p0rn/h3ntai plots! inspired by this awesome post by the talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular @/osamucide! pls check it out and the rest of his work :3
warnings âžș SMUT (mdni), consent is pre-established in all scenarios (but dub con just in case), everyone is of age (or older), exhibitionism, infidelity in nanamiâs, pussy drunk men lol, not edited (as always), cowgirl, missionary, creampies, VERY public sex in tojiâs, art by 3-aem, lmk if Iâve missed anything!
a/n lolll i'm ngl this was so fun to write. some of these scenarios are so funnny hELP. this one is also for some of the anons who are so obsessed w choso and sukuna in bridgerton au. wrote them for you đ«Ą chosoâs is my fav hehe
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SUKUNA RYOMEN âžș HOTTIE'S PERSONAL TRAINER HAS A VERY HANDS ON APPROACH!
âBrat!â Sukunaâs voice cuts through the air like a whip. âWatch your back. Youâre supposed to be hinging your hips back, not whatever lazy shit you were doing.â
He steps around to your side, the heavy thud of his boots on the gym floor adding to the oppressive weight of his presence. Squatting down, he sets his hips back in one smooth motion, demonstrating with sharp precision. âLike this. Not whatever the fuck that was.â
You glance at him, your legs trembling under you. Sweat clings to your skin, a thin sheen that feels heavy after the grueling thirty minutes with your personal trainer. Sukuna definitely takes the "tiger mom" approach, every tattoo on his body echoing the sharp, uncompromising authority in his eyes. Right now, those eyes bore into you, narrowed with impatience, his hands on his hips. His scowl is practically carved into his faceâstone-hard and unmoving.
Breathing hard, you slump forward, hands gripping your knees as you gasp for air. Your heartbeat drums loudly in your ears. âSukuna, g-give me a sec. I justâfuckââ You can barely string a sentence together between gulps of air. âI just maxed out. My legs are literally shaking.â
Sukuna clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment, but his voice softensâjust a little. âFine. Catch your breath. But as you do that, letâs practice proper form.â
You nod exhaustedly, not being able to think very clearly. Wiping the sweat to prevent it from getting into your eyes, you put your legs hip width apart as Sukuna gets behind you to observe your form. You bend down, trying to sit back onto your hips as best as possible, but as soon as your ass grazes Sukunaâs crotch, you lose the form in your back in surprise. âSorryââ
âThat was wrong.â Sukunaâs voice is in your ear as he puts his hands on your hips, and you are dizzy with the contact. âHere.â Both of you squat down, Sukunaâs hard body moving right behind you, and at the lowest position, Sukunaâs thumb roves over the fat of your ass, and they leave your hips to trace up your back. âYour back should be neutral, otherwise youâre going to hurt yourself.â
âOâokay,â you breathily reply, dizzy with the way he was touching you. If you listened closely, it almost sounded as if you were whimpering. Unfortunately for you, it seemed like Sukuna was more observant than you had hoped because he was looking at you in suspicion, eyes raking up and down your figure to observe your appearance. Disheveled, chest rising rapidly, sweat dripping right in the middle of your breastsâ
Sukuna, out of nowhere, grabs your hand and begins walking away. âCome with me. Youâre not doing them right.â
Soon, youâre led into one of the gymâs stretching roomsâthe private ones, the ones meant for Sukuna to help you after the workout.Â
âSukuna, what are weââ you breathlessly ask, but youâre quickly shushed by Sukuna as he hoists himself on the massage table.
âCome here,â he motions to his lap, and you wordlessly follow his directions, sitting directly on top of his lap, gasping as you realize thereâs a bulge making contact with your pussy. âWeâre going to try an alternative way of doing squats, one that involves a bit more cardio.â He pulls down his sweatpants, blushing, furious cock springing out as he pulls down your yoga pants.
Soon, youâre moaning as you slowly take in his cock, sliding down as his precum and your copious amount of slick mix and drip onto his pelvis. Your feet are on either side of his legs, making you squat every time you lower yourself down on his length.
âFuck! Youâre so tight.â He slaps your ass as you bounce yourself rapidly on his cock. âPretended to not know how to squat just for me to put this fat cock in you, isnât that right?â
You didnât have the capacity to answer, just moan as his cock hits your spot. Unsatisfied with your pace, Sukuna flips you both over until your back is on the table.Â
âOh fuck yea,â Sukuna pants, hips pistoning into you rapidly, effectively fucking you into the table, and his quads are bulging in sheer strength as they clench and unclench in reflection of his pleasure. âDidnât know my client had such a sweet pussy.â
KAMO CHOSO âžș SHE ORDERS BIG SAUSAGE PIZZA AND GETS HER DEEP DICK CRAVINGS FILLED! (the title is so ridiculous im crying)
âYour totalâs $14.93. Youâre five bucks short.â The delivery boyâan emo looking guy with hair in space bunsâresponds to the wad of cash and coins you had just given him. He couldnât look any less bored than he was as he stared down impassively at you, hot, steaming pizza in one hand.
"Wait, but I ordered a small?" You ask him in confusion. "I couldn't possibly finish a large one by myself!"
He pulls out your receipt from where it was tucked into the pizza box. "Your order said a large." Upon glancing on it, you look that he was indeed correctâright next to your pizza, the size LARGE glared at you through the sheen of the reciept's paper.
"Oh," You said, dumbly, blinking in confusion. "Well, I can pay the rest in card if that's okay."
You get an impassive "I don't have a card reader."
"Oh, okay," you laugh nervously, hand going up to scratch the back of your head and fiddle with the rest of your fingers. "Okay, well," you squinted at his nametag, "Choso, let me just check the remaining cash I have. You can come inside if you'd like."Â
He comes inside, dropping off the pizza you ordered on your kitchen counter as he makes his way to sit on your couch. You go to your bedroom, checking your desk drawer for any loose cash you may have stored but to no avail. Heart racing and nervous, you frantically search the upper shelf of your room, on your tiptoes as you look for your money jar, praying that there was a 5 dollar piece of cash lying around. Instead, your fingers crash against some book propped on it, tumbling down onto the floor with a large thud!
You hear footsteps coming up to your bedroom door. Choso, standing near the door. "You good?"
"Yea," you strain, still reaching up high to grasp at the jar. "I'm just trying to find somethiââ
The heat of Choso's body surrounds you as he presses closer to you, reaching up effortlessly to grab at the money jar. His groin presses against your backside, acutely aware of his breaths as he passes you the jar.Â
Which is empty.
"Fuck!" you curse. You turn, looking at Choso in anxiousness, as you notice he hasn't backed away at all. "I'm sorry, but is there any alternative way to pay for the pizza? Again, I'm really really sorry for the hassle."
"You have to pay for the food in some sort of way," he says with a stony face. Your mind is racing, thinking of ways you could pay but coming up short.
As a result, you end up with your face stuffed against your pillow, the hot delivery boy plowing and drilling his cock into you.Â
"Fuck, so irresponsible. Couldn't even pay for the pizza she ordered without a stranger's cock inside of her." At his dirty talk, you whimper and squeeze your pussy, Choso groaning as a result.
"What was that?" He grabs your hair and pulls your face up as his tongue traces the frame of your ear. "What were you trying to say, you cockslut?"
"'M sorry!" You squealed and babbled, eliciting little ah! ah! ah!'s as he continues bumping his cockhead against the gooey spot inside your pussy.
"Yea, you better be. Wasting my fucking time. I'm going to come inside, got it?" Choso growls as he continues pistoning his hips inside.
GETO SUGURU âžș ANIME GIRL GETS HER PUSSY FINGERED ON PUBLIC TRAIN!
He pulls you in for a deep kiss while rutting inside you. "Aren't you my good girl? Taking this cock for me like a good girl?" You squeal, blabbering nonsense as he fucks you into next TuesdayâŠ
You read the smut from your favorite author on Tumblr, devouring each word while remaining stony faced as the train rocked underneath your feet. In the corner facing the doors, you made sure that you were angled in such a way that no one would be able to see the filthy things you were reading on your screen.Â
However, the metro was slowing down and you looked up quicklyâwhich was painful, considering you were so invested in the storyâto make sure it wasn't your stop. As the rush of foot traffic simultaneously populated and vacated the metro, you paid no attention to the people behind you. After all, other people would be too busy on their phones to see what you were reading, right?
"You're going to take this cum, right? I'm going to breed you, my sweet, sweet girl." He laughs. You take a moment to take in his pretty features. Long hair, beautiful face, all filled with lust for you...
You scan the words, blush evident on your face as your favorite writer has done it yet again. Adjusting, you squeezed your thighs for relief and toyed with the hem of your skirt, failing to notice the soft breaths trailing down the back of your neck just because of how enthralled and taken you were with the plot.
And then, a hand trailed up your thigh, catching you by alarm. You almost drop your phone in your rush to turn and look at the creep that was touching you, ready to beat the shit out of him.Â
But when you do turn, you stop and widen your eyes. The man in front of you seems even prettier than the fictional man you were reading about, and you take him in as he rubs circles on your thigh. His sultry eyes rake down your figure, his lips pulled back in a knowing smirk. "That's some filthy shit you're reading."
Looking at him, your heart starts beating faster solely because of the promise of what his hands would do as they were currently softly stroking your thighs, getting closer and closer to going under your shirt. "IâIâuh sorryâIâ"
"It's okay, pretty girl." He gives you a kiss on the side of your neck. "Continue reading it. Can you do that, baby?"
You nod, not trusting your voice. Coincidentally, you're at the part where the man helps the girl masturbate, rubbing and teasing her pussy up and down. The man behind you does the same, teasing your lips while refusing to delve inside your panties, no matter how badly you want him to do.
"That feel good?"
You whimper. "Yesâahâit feels good. Please touch me on my pussy directly. Please."
The man behind you chuckles, and your knees buckle at how rich his voice is. You would join a cult for this man. "Since you asked so nicely, I will. Call me Suguru."
His fingers pull your panties aside and enters, soon knuckle deep inside your cunt, and as quietly as you can, you moan his name as he continues fingering you in front of all the strangers on the train. His hips press closer to your ass, and you throb even more at the huge bulge heâs sporting. Heâs sloppily licking on the outside of your ear, right where youâre sensitive, and you shiver and lose yourself in the pressure even more.
The pleasure was building in you steadily and Suguru groans. âThatâs right, take it all.â
You almost jump when the PA sounds. "The next stop is Shinjuku."
âThatâs my stop. You have to cum before then, or you wonât be able to cum,â Suguru whispers in your ear, speeding up and hitting your g-spot with precision. There are tears forming in your eyes as you make an effort to stay quiet, especially with Suguru giving seductive kisses to your sensitive neck.Â
âFuck, you got so tight,â he groans. âGonna cum?â He uses his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit, and you see stars.Â
âI willâI will,â you cry, as the throbbing and pulsing sensation grows faster and faster until finally, you cum with a muffled cry, because Suguru has his fingers in your mouth to ensure you donât scream out on this very, very public train. âSqueezing my fingers so much, relax,â Suguru laughs, popping his slick-coated fingers in his mouth. âYou gonna do that to my dick next?â
NANAMI KENTO âžș BEAUTIFUL WIFE HAS TO FUCK HER HUSBAND'S BOSS! (NTR)
âMr. Nanami,â you scrape a hand through your hair and clear your throat. âYou wanted to see me?âÂ
For a moment, your husbandâs handsome boss eyes you down, catching on the top button of your blouse currently unbuttoned. You mainly did it because of nervousness, the heat of the room escalating with Nanami Kentoâs presence. After a long bout of intimidating silence, he finally speaks. âI assume you can guess why you are here?â
You bounce your knee as you sit across from the man, and you suddenly start sweating. Of course you can guess. Your bum of a husbandâthe one currently under your chargeâneglects to do his deliverables, choosing to take comfort in the fact that you were his higher-up to trust that he would not be getting terminated for his lack of responsibility.Â
But what he doesnât know is that youâve been begging Nanami not to fire him, despite the propelling and clear reasons to do so. And you fear the day he finally chooses to stop listening to you.Â
âTeam leader, Iâm going to need much more convincing. Your team has been decreasing in productivity ever since your husband joined, and itâs hindering the company,â he reminds you stoically. âIâve seen you working overtime far too frequently to cover up for your spouseâs negligence.â
You wish time would speed up just to get this difficult conversation with. âIâIâm going to be honest, Mr. Nanami. I donât have much warrant to continue having him on the team, but it would put my family in muchâŠemotional conflict if this were to happen.â The said emotional conflict would really only be from your husband. Youâre sure heâs going to take this as an excuse to drink himself silly, blaming you for not being able to keep him employed. Your throat dries as you finally meet eyes with your boss, silently pleading him to come up with a solution.
âI see.â Nanami crosses his arms. âI suppose there is aâŠfavor you could do for me.â
At that, you perk up and nod your head frantically. âOf course. Anything.â
Which is why you find yourself bent over Nanamiâs desk, his cock drilling inside you. Heâs ripped your stockings, pulled up your miniskirt, and put your panties to the side as he moans about how sweet your pussy feels. âIâve been waiting for this forever. Tell me, is my cock better than his?â
âIt is!â you squeal. âYouâre soâso big!â
Nanami moans as he ruts inside you, your walls squeezing him tight. âDarling, I câcan tell he doesnât treat you right. You are so tight around me, pussyâs been waiting for a while for a real man.âÂ
You moan and curse, blabbering affirmations while his dick impales you. Even though Nanami is the one whoâs owed the favor here, his hands wind their way around your body to rub at your clit, simulating you even more, making you sob. âPlease donât stop!â
âI wonât ever, sweetheart,â he pants. âIâm going to finish inside her, okay? Make sure to keep it in when you go home and greet your husband.â
FUSHIGURO TOJI âžș BABE GETS IMMEDIATELY DESTROYED IN NAKED WRESTLING (WITH AN AUDIENCE) (find extended ver here!)
Cheers surround you as you step into the arena. You know who your opponent isâ-Fushiguro Toji. Even when you looked at his pictures earlier, you knew you were doomed. No matter what angle the photographer took the photos in, his muscles seemed to be bulging, effectively spelling out the sore defeat you were about to face today.
And there he is. Him in the flesh. Heâs leaning against the boxing ringâs outer borders, head tilted back lazily while his manager, Shiu, was informing him quickly (and intensely) about the rules of today.
Nothing crazy. Only fuck when all clothes are off of her.
The way his neck is tilted back, compression shirt showing off his upper physique made you weak in the knees already. Additionally, judging based off of the bulge he seemed to be sporting in his grey sweatpants, you knew you were doubly fucked.
Shiu seems to be done talking, so he steps back and takes a seat. Toji leans his head back, rolling his neck to stretch it out, and in the middle of doing so, catches your eye.
You almost drench your panties.
His eyes darken, giving you a sultry look as he cheekily winks. While his cocky demeanor was warranted (he was much stronger and bigger than you), your cheeks heated up in both arousal and irritation.
The sound of a whistle is heard as music starts to play. The stadiumâs screens flashes the cocky image of Toji, who saunters in the middle of the ring, flexing his muscles to his screaming fans.
When your signature theme plays, you do the same, to no shortage of fans yourself. You can feel everyone in the stadium, especially your male fans, rove over your figure. Youâre wearing a very low cut top that displays the swell of your boobs and even tighter shorts that squeeze your ass and show off the shape of your pussy. As you walk towards Toji, you can feel his heavy gaze on you as you nervously shake his hand.
âTry to last long, okay?â Toji smirks, patting your shoulder. âIâll try to drag this out as much as I can, but itâs gonna be fuckin hard if that ass is grinding against me.â
You glare at him, but thereâs not much intensity there. âYea, yea,â you huff. âFor all I know, youâll be my personal dildo today.â
And the fuckerâs smile widens. âLet the games begin.â
Soon enough, the sound of the whistle draws you towards each other, keeping each other in a lock to tackle the other down in an objective to take off layers of their clothing. Your fans cheer when you have Toji underneath you for a split second, only for female ones to become more riotous as he easily overtakes you, pins your hands down, and wrenches your shorts off of you.
âToji is currently in the lead!â The announcerâs voice in the stadium echoes of your defeat as you flail around, now bottoms only covered by your panties. Deciding to pull out your signature move, you maneuver so your thighs surround Tojiâs waist and hump your hips against his bulge. This momentarily distracts and weakens Toji, and you take full advantage of it by overtaking him and now straddling him. You quickly take off his shirt, salivating at the muscles you see. The whole stadium, in fact, can his abs and pecs glistening with sweat.
Your attention is back to Toji as he chuckles darkly. âYouâre going to regret that. I was going to drag this out, princess, but I gotta fuck the brat out of you.â With that, he puts his whole body weight on you and strips you down one by one.
The arena cheers as your lace bra is uncovered, your sweat shining on the screen as your breasts are displayed. Toji then unhooks your bra, and the roars get even louder as your tits pop out. He takes a moment to grope them, your whines ignored as he pinches your nipples. âWhat a sensitive girl,â he coos. âToo bad she was too weak. Now sheâs going through to have to take my cock.
With that, he finally unveils your glistening pussy for all eyes to see and the crowd goes wild, chanting for Toji to finish inside you. Toji flips you over so youâre on your hands and knees and pulls down his pants.
You donât look back at the monster thatâs about to enter you for the sake of your mental health, but your legs are shaking in anticipation of his cock, slick dripping down your thighs.
âFuck.â And Tojiâs slowly entering you, the humiliating plap! plap! plap! of his hips against the flesh of your ass echoing multiple strangers watch your pussy get wrecked. âThe fuck this pussyâs so tight for? Thought you were a slut?â
Youâre tearing up, but not fucked out enough to prevent you from snarkily replying, âYouâre not turning me on, small dick.â
He did not like that very much.
Toji drills his hips into yours faster and slaps your ass multiple times consecutively. âYea, so why is she clenching so fucking much? Why is she dripping? Just for that, Iâm going to come inside of your slutty pussy.â
The crowd chants cum, cum, cum! and Toji just does that. Ropes of his cum fill you, and you drop down in exhaustion to hear Toji declared as winner.
GOJO SATORU âžș GIRL GETS FUCKED BY PEEPING TOM NEXT DOOR!
You sigh, extending your back and un clipping your bra, letting your tits bounce free after a long, long week of college. It was finally Friday night, and with no one in the house due to a party the rest of your family was attending, you could finally enjoy your time home on the holidays, starting with a solo session.
You clench your thighs in anticipation as you scrolled your phone, seeking an audio you could masturbate to. And you were close to finding one, until you felt eyes on you.
These eyes were nothing new. The boy next door, Gojo Satoru, has also been your crush since middle school. Even though neither of you have ever made a move, youâve made bold moves since starting college, stripping with the blinds open to give him a show. You had kind of had a sixth sense as to when the fucker would start watching you, and it flared as you slowly dragged your hands down. Bending over and shaking your ass, you slipped your skimpy shorts down your legs, giving him a clear view of your wet pussy.
But masturbating wasnât enough for today. None of the college frat bros could make you cum, no matter how much they boasted about their fuckin roster, and you were tired of Satoru just watching. Just seeing him work out shirtless in his lawn, sun shining his sweat to give him a golden halo, was enough to make you sick, hungry for his dick. The way he was so shy and the mannerisms he had (as a loser) let you know he had a big fucking dick.
Needless, to say, you were tired of just fantasizing and speculating about his dick. Turning around, the moonlight allowed you to see the silhouette of his wrist moving up and down his length, even if he had tried to make his best effort to darken his rooms. Putting on your best show of an angry face, you grab your phone aggressively and dial his number.
The line rings, and he picks up. âHey,â and you can tell heâs a little breathless. âlong time no see. Whatâs up?â
âCut the fucking act out,â you spit. âI know youâve been fucking watching me, perv.â
Satoruâs panic is comically obvious over the phone as he rushes his words. âWait, waitâlisten, IâI can explain.â
âOn how youâre being a peeping tom?â You glare at his window. âCome over, Gojo. Then Iâll listen to your fucking explanation.â
One thing leads to another, and now youâre spread out on your childhood bed, Gojo whimpering and whining as he plows his dick into your pussy. âYou feel soâso good. Mâ sorryâsorry for doing that. Your pussy is too good for me to look at.â
You laugh meanly and grab his chin. âYou feel sorry yet, you pervert?â And Satoru can only cry out as you yank his head. âRemember, this is the only fucking thing youâre good at. Being my glorified dildo. Got it? Now, youâre going to fill me up only after you make me cum at least two times.â
a/n yea this was depravedâŠ.lmk what yall think tho đ
comment and reblog Iâd love to hear your thoughts! (also, requests are open heheh)
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ONLY IF YOU SAY YES (please say yes)
PAIRING: heeseung x fem!reader
GENRE: enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, angst, masturbation, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, squirting, lots of kissing, mention of food, usage of nicknames, featuring jay, jake, sunoo, wonie, karina and ningning (aespa), and beomgyu (txt).
WORD COUNT: 17.4k words
SYNOPSIS: having your enemy in your friend group was tiring enough, however, having him shift into your apartment at the same time all your roommates slash friends had to leave you alone to attend their clubâs exchange program for a whole week? yeah, that was your final straw.
WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni.
A/N: hihi loves <3 i know iâm late, but better late than never, right? this fic wouldnât have been complete without my loves @hoondrop , @jaeminvore and @jeane-e giving me ideas throughout. i hope you guys will like it :3 (not proofread) all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33
Chapter 1. The cafĂ©.Â
The sound of keyboard clicking always clicked your brain in the right way, especially when you were collectively using your brain and will to finish and submit the assignmentâwhich was due in, oh well, thirty minutes.Â
It shouldâve been perfect, you thrived working under pressure, you were researching on your favourite topic and were sitting in the comfort of your favourite cafe. It shouldâve been the ideal environment for you to work on and yet, that just wasnât the case.Â
You were so close to completing it, finally working your brain to form the best possible conclusion for the assignment, but that was the exact second your train of thought broke, courtesy of the most obnoxiously loud laugh youâd ever had the pleasure of hearing.Â
âCanât you shut up for a fucking second?â Your voice boomed through your friend group, reaching the person who was sitting right beside you, âjust because you have nothing to do doesnât mean that others are free of work too,â you ranted, frustration clear on your face.Â
Your words were clear, however, the guy only smiled in amusement, causing your other friends to sigh.Â
You took that second to cuss out just how effortlessly devious he looked with his ruffled black hair, his specs perched upon his perfectly upturned nose only hid his dark eyes as he stared at you, his lips a light shade of red from how much he bit it while trying to suppress his laugh, and a smirk always plastered on his annoying little face.Â
âCanât you guys stop fighting and fuck it out or something? The sexual tension is so insanely thick, I might have to use a knife to cut it down,â Sunoo huffed out, staring at your way disapprovingly.Â
âItâs too obvious if Iâm being honest, Heeseung canât stop talking about Y/n even when sheâs not around,â Jay went on, giving his input, your eyebrow cocking up his way.Â
âWait! Do you remember the Beomgyu guy? Fifteenth March, twenty twenty four, he was coming to ask Y/n out and, Heeseung completely sabotaged it by grabbing her book and running away to some other place as soon as Beomgyu started walking towards Y/n? Which distracted her as she ran after him,â Jungwon said, eyes wide and head nodding as he agreed with himself.Â
âOh and, when Y/n got herself the vanilla perfume when she overheard Heeseung mentioning he hated the scent of vanilla?â Winter added.Â
âRight. When in reality heâs quite literally obsessed with that scent,â Sunghoon chuckled, watching your eyes widen in disbelief.Â
âAnd now she smells just like he wants each day, not that he wasnât obsessed with your scent already,â Ningning helpfully added with a shrug.Â
You blinked twice to process this, having gone through a series of emotions within the span of two minutes was a tiring process, however, Heeseung was only amused, as if the teasing didnât get to him at all.Â
Almost as if he was enjoying it.Â
âOh, fuck you guys. Heâs not worth my attention.â You side eyed Heeseung, the corner of his lip quirking up with your comment.Â
You still had your assignment to finish, and there was absolutely no way you were going to sit next to Heeseung with your cheeks heating up at the countless instances of your so called obsession thrown your way, so you got up, trying to collect your papers and laptop, only for your wrist to be grabbed by Heeseung.Â
âIâm not worth your attention and yet youâre leaving, hm?â He asked, voice so calm, almost as sweet as honey as he stared into your eyes, smirking soon after, âare you sure I donât affect you in any way, darling?âÂ
A series of hoots slash gasps were heard, which surely disturbed the entire cafe but your friend group lived for the drama.Â
You scoffed, looking elsewhere, trying to walk away but his grip on your wrist was too strong.Â
âLet go, Heeseung,â you gritted your teeth.Â
âWow,â Sunghoon whispered, sipping on his drink with more interest than ever.Â
âI think youâre obsessed with me,â he chuckled, voice smoother than velvet, tugging your wrist closer to him, a gasp leaving your mouth as you trip and fall right on his lap, âam I wrong?âÂ
Two flashes went off at that very second, your wide eyes turning to look at Sunoo and Ningning with an accusatory glance as your heart beated out of your chest, his arms holding you close to his body.Â
âDonât let us interrupt, go on,â Sunoo nodded, making you groan while Karina tried to say something to calm you down, which your mind didnât bother registering in the middle of the chaos.Â
âDonât fucking create a scene here and let me go,â you warned Heeseung, looking at him, trying to ignore the evident lack of distance between your bodies, and well, your faces.Â
âOnly if you agree to it, darling,â He whispered back.Â
âI donât think we should watch this anymore,â Jay coughed out in distance.Â
âThereâs nothing to agree here, Heeseung,â you gritted out, trying to get up and get out of his grasp.Â
âYeah?â He asked.Â
âYeah,â you whispered.
âFine, then live with me for a week.â
âWhat?â
âWait, what?â
âHuh?âÂ
You didnât even bother realizing which friend exclaimed what, you just stared at Heeseung in disbelief, hating the fact that his vanilla musk scent was invading your senses.Â
âHave you officially lost your mind?â You asked, genuinely concerned.
He shook his head with a little chuckle, eyeing the whole friend group as if theyâve been hiding something you should be knowing. Their gulps and inability to meet Heeseungâs eyes only made you more curious, âwhat the fuck is going on?â You asked.Â
âWeâre practically gonna be roommates now,â Heeseung let out ever so smoothly.Â
âWhat?â You asked back dumbly, ignoring Jayâs cough in the background.Â
âWell, you see,â Karina started with an awkward laugh, âSince Sunoo moved out to live in the dorms now, one room is empty in our apartment,â she explained, playing with her nails just to avoid your gaze.Â
âAnd youâre giving it to him?â You asked, thumb pointing at Heeseung in a very demeaning manner.Â
âWell, ouch,â he commented just to piss you off more.Â
âWow guys. And when were you planning on telling me all this?â You asked, annoyance heightened even more, you could feel a headache coming, almost rushing to you from a mile away.Â
âWell, weâre all going for the exchange program next week so we figured it would be nice for Heeseung to shift before that, given that you both are the only ones in our group who didnât bother joining our exchange program club,â Jake tried to avoid eye contact as he explained.Â
Your mind was spinning. Having Karina, Ningning, Jay, Sunghoon, and Jake as your roommates was enough even though Sunoo moved out, albeit you had to pay more rent, but having Heeseung in the same space as you each day? Sharing the necessities, eating together, commenting on your daily lifestyle with the nastiest smirk on his face? Criticizing the way you pair up your comfortable shorts with the same, favourite pair of T-shirt you own each day just because it feels right. The wayâ
âI donât think thereâs gonna be any problem in all honesty, cause sheâs comfortable with me already,â Heeseung pointed out, gripping your waist tighter, a reminder that you were still sitting on his lap.Â
You gripped on his arm, digging your fingers to hurt him, âIâll kill you if you donât let me get up this second,â you seethed out, your ears warmer than ever.Â
âJust agree to it then, baby,â he whispered, staring at your lips and even your friends had stopped looking your way by now, not wanting to interrupt anymore.Â
âA week alone with you would be nothing but hell, Lee Heeseung,â you said, still looking into his eyes.Â
âIâll take that as a yes then. A bet is a bet baby, donât fall in love with me,â he winked, loosening his grip on you as you got up right that second.Â
Even your legs felt wobbly by now, the proximity being too much for you to handle. Yet, you werenât one to lose.Â
âLove and me? Ah, yes why not? Your own face is blood red with how much youâre blushing, I hope that helps,â you pointed out before grabbing your belongings and rushing out of the cafe, completely missing the smile on Heeseungâs face.Â
âTheyâre down bad, arenât they?â Jake whisper-asked Jay, who chuckled.Â
âYeah. Yes, they are.â
Chapter 2. The humble abode.Â
Rushing out of the cafĂ© was the only thing you could manage to do, getting into your car and deciding to do your assignment right there before getting back home and thinking about what happened a few minutes back.Â
It wasnât easy.Â
Not when your ears were burning hot, and you werenât even sure if it was because of anger or embarrassment. Or the underlying fear of what was to come.Â
Heeseung was going to be your roommate.Â
The same Heeseung who had been nothing but annoying throughout your high school years, and now, in your university too. Having the same group of friends helped, it really did as you could avoid him (read: or try to avoid him) but having him invade your personal living space would revoke any sense of comfort for you.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me?âÂ
You were tired, almost lifeless on the couch after you had typed out your assignment, keeping your swirl of emotions to yourself, however, you werenât gonna let your friends get away with this.
Which is why you attacked Jake as soon as he entered the apartment.Â
And he silently cussed himself for being the first one to come back home.Â
âListen, I know youâre mad,â he started, sighing and brushing his hair back as he made his way towards you, sitting down right next to you.Â
âIâm so gonna die,â you mumbled.Â
âBut it wonât be that bad, trust me. You wonât even have to be home all day, you can hang out with your friends and just come back, sleep, avoid him and repeat the cycle!â Jake smiled, as if he had solved the biggest problem this world had.Â
âRight. All my friends, including your stupid ass, will be going out for an exchange program. Did you forget that, Jakey?â you smiled back sarcastically.Â
âDonât you have any other friends?â He asked and you slapped his head, âouch!â
âWhere are others anyway?â You asked, looking around the empty apartment.Â
âHoon and Ning shouldâve been back by now, they left right after you did,â he said, you both stood up a second after in realization.Â
He tiptoed to the door of Hoonâs room while you made your way to Ningâs room, âready?â you smiled, âthree, two, oneââ
And there they were, in their respective rooms, practically eating the faces of their girlfriends.Â
âWow, now thatâs life,â you chuckled as Ning stopped and looked at you with a red face, while her girlfriend, Nics, waved hi to you.Â
On the other hand, Sunghoon only cussed out loud, trying to hide his girlfriend, Moon, as he asked Jake to âclose the damn door.â
âWell, whenâs he shifting?â You asked, retrieving back to your old position on the couch.Â
âI think heâs gonna start sending his stuff in here like, today,â Jake nodded, checking the date.Â
âIâm gonna explode. This is not how I wanted to spend my vacations,â you groaned and Jake only patted your back softly.Â
âItâs okay, itâll be okay,â Jake smiled.Â
Not even a second later, the sound of the door swinging open startled you, your body shifting close to Jakeâs in the process, as he did the same, a hand on top of his beating heart.Â
As soon as Heeseung entered the apartment, carrying a duffle bag on his back, his eyes fell on how you and Jake sat in close proximity, staring at him with a questionable glare, his eyebrow cocking up at the sight.Â
âSince when are you guys so closeâcozy with each other?â He asked, walking to you both, a scoff leaving your lips as you stood up, standing right in front of him.Â
âAnd howâs that any of your business?â You asked, walking away and making sure to bump your shoulder to his in the process.Â
âAh,â he chuckled, shaking his head as he heard you walk to your room, slamming the door shut behind you, his eyes finally turning to Jake, giving him a look he couldnât quite decipher.Â
Jake only tilted his head, not understanding the enmity between you, also the sudden change in the atmosphere of the room, he only looked at Heeseung with confused eyes as he asked:
âWhat did I do?âÂ
Chapter 3. Not so humble.Â
Heeseung loved to make his presence known, especially when he observed how hard you tried to avoid him every passing second, as if you didnât wish to acknowledge him at all. He was settling in just fine. In fact, he made sure to send in his bed the first thing the next day, which only gave him the perfect opportunity to stay for the dinner, rest the night, and stay for the breakfast before winding up his stuff at his old place.Â
It was still fine when he sat down next to you for meals, at least you had your friends around for four more days, which helped you ignore the said man for a while.Â
It was still okay when he continuously poked your arm to ask you for a spoon that was clearly closer to him, yet you passed it to him before turning your attention back to Ning, who was around for three more days.Â
It was still bearable when he played loud music at night, making sure to blast it on the speaker right after playing video games, which definitely irritated all your friends, but Jay was kind enough to lend you his noise cancellation headphones as you went to sleep, which you could keep for two more days.Â
It was your last straw when Heeseung stabbed his fork way out of where it shouldâve been. There was absolutely no reason for Heeseung to eat from your plate, and not just any dish but your favourite side dish. Thatâs when you took a deep breath, turning to look at him, only to be surprised as he was ready with his fork up, offering you a bite of the exact same snack he had picked up from your plate.Â
His brow was raised, and Hoon looked concerned, being the only one who sat down to have dinner with you guys, but Heeseung didnât really seem to mind.Â
âWhat? Donât wanna eat anymore, princess?â He asked.Â
âIâd rather die than eat from the same plate as you,â you said, trying to ignore his muscles which were clearly visible as he was clad in the comfort of his tank top.Â
âWhy not? Iâve heard it helps in spreading love yâknow?â He said, biting his lower lip as he looked your way.Â
âHah, as if.â
âScared youâll fall for me?â He smirked.Â
You scoffed, grabbing his hand and taking a bite of what should have been your meal, chewing it before saying, âletâs see what kind of love is gonna spread now, yeah?âÂ
You gave him a look before retreating back to your room.Â
âWhy exactly are you bothering her?â Hoon asked, taking a spoonful of rice in his mouth, âare you that desperate for her attention, loverboy?âÂ
âCâmon, Iâm not in love with her,â Heeseung spoke lazily, eyes still on your closed door.Â
âRight,â Hoon clicked his tongue, âyouâve never once denied it.â
âItâs just fun to see her bothered, she hates me anywayââ
ââwhich bothers you, and hence you try to grab her attention even more,â Sunghoon said, as calm as ever.Â
âStop. Youâre crazy,â Heeseung laughed it off, getting up and throwing a piece of carrot on Hoon, who in turn threw a cap of the water bottle right on Heeseungâs head, making him scream out comically as Hoon chuckled, mumbling something under his breath.Â
âTheyâll be fucking by the time we come back.â
Chapter 4. Not your driver.Â
âToothbrush?â
âCheck.â
âLaptop?â
âCheck.â
âCharger?â
âCheck.â
âPassport?â
âOh fuck, I almost forgot that,â Karina gasped as you helped her finish some last minute packing.Â
âI donât wanna go to uni, but I have to submit these files,â you sighed while Karina finally zipped up her bag.
âI would have dropped you there but I have to pick up Ningning from her girlfriendâs place,â she sighed.Â
The door opened right then, âI couldnât help but overhearââ
You rolled your eyes, ââeavesdrop.â
âOverhear,â Heeseung repeated, âthat you need a ride. Iâm going that way Iâll drop you off,â he smiled.Â
You stared at him, expressionless.Â
You wanted to punch the perfect smile off his face.Â
âI told him to be nice to you, so hopefully heâs gonna follow that,â Karina gave her input at your obvious reaction.Â
You looked her way with a surprised smile, âyou did?â
âOf course! You should go now,â she said, shooing you away and asking you to get back as soon as your friends will be leaving by the evening.Â
âYeah, we should save the gas and travel together, be good to the environment and our Mother Earth,â Heeseung cheeked.Â
âOh! Great, I have to go and submit my file too, can I tag along?â Jake asked, looking at you.Â
âYes!â
âNo!â
You and Heeseung exchanged glances.Â
âWeâll share, we have to take care of our environment, Heeseung,â you smiled, grabbing Jakeâs arm and walking out of the apartment.Â
You didnât wait before getting into the backseat, which made Jake opt for the passenger seat, Heeseung looked your way in disbelief, even more so when you smiled his way.Â
It was one of the few genuine smiles of yours, which Heeseung didnât get to see much around him, however it was a given that him being irritated brought you happiness.Â
Jakeâs campus was farther away, yours was comparatively closer, and you looked out as Heeseung played musicâone of those bands he loved, but he didnât stop at your campus.Â
âHey, she has to get off,â Jake said, looking at Heeseung.Â
âIâll drop you off first, you have a flight in a few hours,â he theorized.Â
You rolled your eyes.Â
âSince when do you care so much about everyone?â You asked, looking at his eyes through the front mirror.Â
âI donât,â he said, winking back at you, âonly you.â
You sighed, closing your eyes as Jake got off, saying a goodbye to you both.Â
However, Heeseung didnât start the car again, which caused you to open your eyes again, âwhy arenât you driving?âÂ
âIâm not a driver, my love. Sit here,â he patted the passenger seat twice.Â
âYou canât be serious, itâs literally a five minute drive.â
âSix minutes now that youâve wasted sixty seconds arguing with me,â he spoke, checking his watch as if that would do anything.Â
You rolled your eyes yet again, something youâd do quite frequently around him, but nevertheless, you got off and walked to the passenger seat, closing the door shut and grabbing the seatbelt, only to turn around and see Heeseungâs face right in front of you.Â
âWâwhat are you doing?â You asked, breath shaky.Â
âWas gonna help you with the belt, but youâre fast hm?â
âI can do itââ
âShh, just sit comfortably,â he whispered, his warm fingers touching yours, covering your hand fully before you let go of the belt, allowing him to buckle you up.Â
His messy hair fell on his forehead in soft waves, a constellation of light freckles covered his cheek, a broken eyelash rested there comfortably, and his scent, his ever so present scent invaded your scenes yet again.Â
âYouâve got a little something here,â you told him gently, pointing out where his eyelash was.Â
âOh, just a minute,â he mumbled, carefully picking it up and placing the lash on the back of his hand. Â
Observing him was all you could do, especially when he looked so innocent as he closed his eyes, mumbling something under his breath before he curled his lips into a sweet pout, blowing the air on his fist in a gentle breeze.Â
âWhat did you wish for?â You asked before you could stop yourself. Â
He chuckled, only looking your way, âlet me know if it comes true, princess.â
You couldnât speak anymore, even when he leaned back with a slight smile on his face, starting the car again and driving.Â
You somehow subtly kept on noticing him, his grip on the steering wheel, the veins prominent on his hand and arms, his lip bitten in slight concentration. You shook your head, looking outside again, and in no time, you were in front of your campus.Â
âYouâre welcome, princess,â he spoke, voice ever so smooth and you simply squeaked out a thank you before rushing out.Â
You blamed his scent.Â
It was all because of his scent.Â
Chapter 5. Home Alone.Â
It was three minutes past seven, the sun was setting and so was your mood as you bid goodbye to your friends who were filling up their bags in the backseats of the cabs they had booked.Â
Jay was busy giving you a list of things to take care of while they were gone. Karina hugged you as she waved a bye, Ningning only winked your way, looking at Heeseung right after. Sunghoon and Winter were already sitting in the car, too excited to leave while Jake waved at you like a happy puppy.Â
Heeseung stepped right in front of you, waving back with more enthusiasm than he had ever displayed before, screaming happy journey to everyone as the cars left one by one.Â
Thatâs what you have to deal with now.Â
With that, Heeseung made his way into the apartment again as you stood there for a minute more, slapping your forehead a few times, âI can do it,â you whispered, âitâll be okay, Iâll keep myself busy, Iâll be okay.â
Overthinking was your detrimental forte, the one that Heeseung never failed to fuel. You should catch him off guard too, shouldnât you? You shouldâve grabbed his collar and warned him instead of freezing on the spot.Â
Your train of thought broke the second you stepped into the house, being caught off guard yet again by none other than Lee Heeseung, who so carefully grabbed one of your wrists and pinned you against the door, closing it right behind you in a swift go, âhi,â he smiled.Â
Youâve had enough, grabbing his collar into a fist and pulling him even closer, âfuck,â he groaned.Â
âIt hasnât even been a fucking minute and youâre already making my life a living hell, I swear to god, Heeseung.â You let go of the collar, grabbing his hair by the nape to pull him away.Â
The action which caused him to moan.
You let go of him that very second as he closed his eyes, âyouâre such a pervert. Ew! What the fuck?â You looked at him with wide eyes, even more so when he chuckled deeply, his eyes on you again.Â
âCanât blame me for that one, it feels really good, princess,â he said, putting his hands up in surrender.Â
âThis wonât do,â you said, a hand on your forehead again.Â
âSo what? Wanna set up rules like they do in those stupid movies?â He suggested, sitting down on the couch and looking at you, as if he expected you to sit down with him.Â
âRules?â You pondered for a second, âyeah, anything to keep your behaviour in check,â you mumbled, and soon, you both were sitting on the opposite chairs of the dining table as you scribbled down the rules.Â
Y/N and Heeseungâs one week agreement <3
1. No touching each other. 2. No stealing food. 3. No loud music and video games. 4. No bringing guests without prior notice.Â
âNo guests?âÂ
âNo. Keep your girlfriends away from here, understood?â You asked.Â
He chuckled, amused, âwhy? Would that bother you, princess? You donât have to worry yâknow? Youâll always be the number one in my heart,â he winked, resting his hand on his chest. Â
âNo, thanks. Still donât want you,â you told him, even though his last statement did sound sincere.Â
Way too sincere for your own liking.Â
âCan I write too?â Heeseung asked, and you raised your brow.Â
âSince you asked nicely.â
5. Chores will be divided equally. 6. One hour bonding time each day. 7. Y/N canât avoid Heeseung.Â
âWhy do we need bonding time?â You asked midway.Â
âCause weâre gonna live together, so we should put our differences aside,â he shrugged, and you stared at him.Â
âWe can just ignore each other.â
âNow, whereâs the fun in that?â
âThis isnât a game, Heeseung.â
âBut itâs exciting,â he said, and you sighed.
Arguing with him was pointless.Â
âOkay, fine.â
9. Maintain cleanliness.
That was the last point you added before you both signed the sheet, agreeing to add more in case you come up with any rules. It was the most normal you had been with Heeseung, but you still wanted to be away.Â
You didnât wanna hurt yourself.Â
You tried not to think about it as you went to sleep, but it didnât work much, not when your mind was hyper aware of the silence in the apartment. Thatâs when you decided to get up and grab a midnight snack, perhaps a cup of noodles would help you sleep better.Â
With tiredness still evident in your eyes, you worked the stove on, grabbing a pot to heat up water, standing still as you took the support of the marble countertop, your palms lay flat on it as you stared at the packet of mint chocolate that was in the shelf in front of you, something that Sunoo possibly had forgotten to take with him.Â
âNot sleepy?â A husky voice made you gasp and turn around, caging you right in between the counter and Heeseung.Â
âFuck! You scared me,â you gasped at his shirtless figure, âwhy the fuck are you awake and why are you not clothed?â You asked, distressed.Â
âI heard noises from the kitchen so I obviously had to come over and check,â he said, tilting his head innocently right after, âI have to make sure the princess is safe, right?â
âI can very well take care of myself, thanks,â you huffed, waiting for him to move, which did not happen.
âOkay, then try pushing me away,â Heeseung said, a slight close-lipped smile present on his face.Â
You simply made use of the little space to pour the hot water into the cup noodles, covering it with its lid.Â
âYou love these games too much, donât you?â You said, finally looking up to see his body right in front of your face.Â
With thick yet lean muscles, he stood tall, his clavicles visible in an attractive fashion as the dim lights of the room only enhanced the slight traces of his abs, making it evident that Heeseung included working out in his daily routines.Â
You gulped unknowingly, closing your eyes for a second before meeting him, only for his eyes to fall on your lips for a slight enough, just enough for you to miss it.Â
âNot gonna push me?â He asked, still playful, but with a gentle rasp in his voice.Â
âYouâre not appropriately clothed for me to touch you, Heeseung,â you said, trying to muster a bored, unimpressed expression, as if your ears werenât burning warm.Â
âWhy? Does skin to skin contact scare you now?â He challenged, âone touch is all it takes, babe.âÂ
âOh lord,â you groaned, stretching your neck back, only to find Heeseungâs gaze more intense than ever, âfine, move.âÂ
You placed your cold hand on his warm torso, right above his heart, and you could have sworn it was beating a tad bit faster than how a normal heart should be beating.Â
Pushing him was practically impossible, especially when he bit his lip and chuckled, not moving an inch despite your efforts. The room felt warm as you scoffed and retrieved your hand. Â
âCanât move?â He teased.Â
âIâm just tired, move.â
âOr, youâre just weak.â
âThatâs all you can do Heeseung, challenge a tired girl whoâs trying to eat.â You pushed him again. Â
âIâm strong, princess. Donât you see?â He pointed at his body, and you closed your eyes yet again, trying to convert your feelings into anger.Â
âYour body might be strong but your fucking ego is weak.â You said finally shoving him enough for you to move.Â
âNow, now. Thatâs wrong, princess.â He said, grabbing your cup noodles and testing your patience yet again. Â
Messing with you was one thing.Â
Messing with you while you were sleepy was another thing.Â
But messing with you while you were sleepy and hungry, that was war.Â
âGive me the noodles back you small dicked asshole!â You chased after him.Â
He stopped you easily with a hand, twirling you around and pulling you back, his bare chest pressed against your back.Â
âSmall dick, hm?â He mumbled, keeping the noodles on the counter beside you, dragging his warm fingers across your bare tummy, stopping right on your belly button, âit would go up to here, yeah,â he caressed the area before letting go of you.Â
You stood there, breathing hard as your cheeks burned with the implication of his cock in your cunt, deep inside you at that.Â
âHow do you even get women, all talk and no action?â You asked, walking back to your room with the noodles in your hands, avoiding the fact that you were completely flustered.Â
âOh Iâll show you all the action you need to see, princess,â he winked as you turned to look at him, his hands stuffed in the pocket of his sweatpants, âgânight, darling,â he smirked, walking away as you spent the night punching your pillow, eating your now soggy noodles. Â
Lee Heeseung was going to be the end of you.Â
Chapter 6. A proof?Â
In the span of a few days that Heeseung shifted at your apartment, you realized a few things.Â
First, Lee Heeseung loved being shirtless.Â
Second, Lee Heeseung was a good cook.Â
And third, Lee Heeseung was the biggest flirt known to mankind.Â
Now, putting them all together; you didnât expect to wake up with the scent of fresh waffles and fruits spreading around the apartment. Nor did you expect Heeseung to set up a plate full of breakfast for you right around the time you woke up, that too with the biggest smile on his face.Â
It felt like a dream almost, and you were ready to ignore his shirtless body that gave you goosebumps and a sincere smile that almost made you smile too, to thank him.Â
But then, he did what he had to.Â
He opened his mouth and ruined it, going on about how you should eat fruits, it makes the cum taste sweeter, he said munching on an apple, laughing louder when you threw a spoon at him. That added to your annoyance simply because of the fact that he was practically glowing even in the morning, the radiant aura was too much for you to handle and you simply decided to avoid and ignore everything to have a spa day to yourself.Â
Heeseung did question why you were leaving, and you didnât miss the hint of frown that was plastered on his face for a split second when he learned that you wouldnât be around for the day, which you ignored because why would he even be sad? Just because he wouldnât get to bother you today? That must be it.Â
âCome back soon, I still have things to prove to you,â he said, and you didnât know what to expect anymore as you left the apartment.Â
Thereâs some sort of power in self care that makes you feel as if nothing could ever go wrong with you once youâre fully pampered, especially when your nails are freshly done, shaded in your favourite tone.Â
Itâs seven in the evening when you get back home with three bags full of clothes hanging on your arms. Retail therapy was the way to go, it definitely de-stressed you for the day. It was too peaceful, and you didnât know what was to come when you unlocked the door to your apartment, entered the hallway, taking off your shoes and furrowing your brows at the extra pair of heels there, along with the unusual sound.Â
You couldnât quite pinpoint the noise that you were hearing. It wasnât the usual music Heeseung played, nor was it the sound of the gaming system he often used, so you stepped in further, your heart pounding as the weak whimpers and the sound of slapping got closer.Â
The door to Heeseungâs room was wide open, and you found yourself peeking in before you could stop yourself, only for your eyes to go wider than ever as you saw what was going on inside.Â
The lights were dimmed, set to blue which made the room look hotter. On the bed was a girl you had never seen before, her face buried into the mattress as she made lewd noises, your mouth hung open, your heart beating faster as your eyes met that of Heeseungâs, his hair messier than ever and the cockiest smirk plastered on his face.Â
He was naked.Â
He was fucking the most brutal backshots into the cunt of the stranger, holding onto her waist and squeezing it, as if putting up a show for you as Meddle about by Chase Atlantic played in the background.Â
âHeeseung?â You whispered to yourself, your eyes never leaving his thick cock, observing his strong thrusts as if you were dazedâwhich you were.Â
And if that wasnât enough, Heeseung had to take it up a notch by groaning out your name, spanking the girlâs ass and throwing his head back, mumbling your name and gulping as you saw his adamâs apple bobbing up and down.Â
He was fucking another girl and thinking of you, deliberately so.Â
You were too shocked to function, your arms losing their strength as your bags fell to the ground. The noise made you snap out of your dazed state, and soon you found yourself running to your room, locking the door behind you and leaning on it, covering your mouth as your chest heaved up and down.Â
Thatâs when you realized what Heeseung was trying to doâhe proved it.Â
He proved exactly what he had promised you at night, and you knew you werenât going to sleep tonight, simply because the guy you hated had proved it.Â
He indeed had a big fucking cock.Â
And he knew exactly how to use it.Â
Sleep was merely a concept to you for the majority of the night. How could you even close your eyes when you could see the most vivid image of Heeseung fucking a girl the second your eyelids close?Â
You had goosebumps over your body, your thighs pressed together as you thought back upon how he specifically groaned your name right after he saw you watching him.Â
âUgh!â You groaned, rolling around and punching the pillow out of pure frustration.Â
You hated Heeseung yet he was the only thing on your mind.Â
âThis canât be real, thereâs no way this is real,â you mumbled to yourself, your face getting hotter by the second but somehow, you managed to shut your eyes and drift to the wonderful place called the dreamland.Â
Chapter 7. Adulterated retaliation.Â
Overthinking was going to be your demise.Â
If it wasnât enough as it was when you were awake, it was worse when you were asleep in your subconscious because there was no way you had just woken up with a gasp and, well, wetness in your panties that seeped through them and covered the crotch of your shorts.Â
You had a wet dream about the very man you swore you hated.Â
Grabbing your pillow, you hid your face as you let out a scream, looking distressed as you stared at your reflection when you got up. Flashbacks of how you dreamed to be the girl Heeseung fucked were scattered all over your mind.Â
âHe groaned my name,â you mumbled, trailing your hand down your pants and into your panties, caressing the length of your cunt only for your pretty manicured fingers to come out soaked in your wetness.Â
âFuck,â you groaned, âI need to avoid him.â
You knew for a fact that after last night, avoiding Heeseung would be the most difficult thing to do, cause he wouldnât let it slide by any means.Â
However, you were surprised when you saw the kitchen and dining area empty, a plate was still kept there full of food for you, and you couldnât be happier sitting peacefully and having your brunch, now that you had woken up late.Â
It was only when you were done washing your hands, wiping them clean of water with the towel, you felt someoneâs presence behind you, and before you could fully turn around, Lee Heeseung had his slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, your body going stiff as a reminder of what had happened yesterday, but at least he was fully clothed today.Â
âPretty nails,â he inspected them, leaning down to whisper in your ear, âhold this,â he asked you, giving you a bottle, not waiting for you to hold it as he practically made you wrap your fingers around it.Â
âThe fuckââ you opened your mouth but Heeseung let go that very second.Â
âYeah, they would look pretty wrapped around my cââ he mumbled, walking away, leaving you shocked yet again.Â
At this point, you were pretty sure he was toying with you cause thereâs no way he was acting so nonchalant about everything he did since he shifted to your, now his too, apartment.Â
You sighed loudly, keeping the bottle away on the counter before you leaned back against it, wondering what to do to deal with Heeseung. There was a bitter feeling in your chest, you werenât sure why. Was it that easy for Heeseung to bring someone home? Fuck rules, he didnât care about any of that. You wondered why you both even bothered to make them in the first place.Â
And somehow, just somewhere deep inside you, there was this feeling that you wanted to do something similar to take revenge on him. But would you call a guy to aimlessly fuck you on your bed? No.Â
Youâd rather call a guy up for a hangout, a guy who was actually your friend and didnât go for the exchange program, a guy you knew Heeseung despised.Â
Maybe that would keep Heeseung at bay.Â
Or maybe thatâll make him jealous and keep you closer.Â
A voice whispered from inside your subconscious, and you clenched your jaw, wondering why you couldnât decide which scenario you would prefer more.Â
Nevertheless, you went on with the plan, texting Gyu to ask him if he was free for the day, mentally thanking the teacher that paired you up with him last semester for a presentation, courtesy of which you got his number. He called you the second his phone chimed from your text.Â
âY/N,â he practically cheered, you could feel the happiness ooze out of his voice, and you smiled as you asked him how heâs been, and if he was free this evening.Â
âFuck! I have to run errands today, can I come over tomorrow though?â He asked and you sighed, saying yes.Â
At least youâll have a distraction tomorrow, right?Â
âHow do you miss me all of a sudden though? Finally realized youâre in love with me?â He chuckled, asking you the question and you shook your head laughing, knowing he couldnât see you.Â
âDonât get ahead of yourself, Gyu, Iâm just bored at home, yeah?â You explained, and he promised that heâd be there to entertain you tomorrow afternoon.Â
Now though, you werenât sure what to do for the day. Writing a diary? Nah. Listening to podcasts? Your brain was too clouded for that. You simply opted to take a shower and go out for a drive. It wasnât like you were inexperienced by any means, it was just the fact that you hadnât had sex in long which is why you were so frustrated.Â
Right?Â
You gulped, letting the warm water droplets caress your skin as they cascaded down the curves of your body. Even the slightest touch made you feel good, the bathroom getting fogged up as you took your time with the shower. But were you satisfied? You could hear the music blasting from Heeseungâs room now and his level of unbothered definitely bothered you.Â
âFuck you, fuck you, fuck you,â you groaned, stepping out after getting ready for your drive. You thank the lords that you had a car, and you simply decided to visit the lake nearby as you grabbed your car keys and put on your shoes.Â
âWhere are you going?â Heeseung asked, and you wondered how he always had the perfect timing when it came to you being out of your room.Â
âAway from you,â you mumbled.Â
He chuckled, âwhy, princess? Whatâd I do?â He rasped, and you didnât bother looking at him, tightening your laces the second you heard him call you that stupid nickname yet again.Â
âNothing. Nothing at all,â you grumbled, standing up, âyouâve been breaking rules left right and straight ever since you entered this apartment, and the audacity to bring someone else home to fuck while keeping the door open andââ you said it all in a breath, closing your eyes simply because you couldnât repeat what he had done.Â
âAnd?â Heeseung came closer, and you looked at his wet bangs as if he had freshly come out of the shower.Â
Your tongue poked your inner cheek as you grabbed his T-shirt, something he did not expect as his hand landed on your waist, pulling you to him, âyouâre so fucking annoying, I hate you,â you seethed out.Â
You could clearly see him being flustered, probably because you instigated this interaction, âyou hate me?â He asked, dazed, looking down at your lips, âyou sure? Cause I think youâre in love with me.âÂ
âYouâre the one whoâs looking at my lips, youâre the one who was moaning out my name, youâre the one whoâs dreaming about my fingers wrapped around your fucking cock,â you finally let out, âare you sure itâs not you whoâs craving me?â You chuckled.Â
You had officially lost your mind.Â
âIââ Heeseung started, his eyes never leaving yours, but you could see a hint of uncertainty on his face, as if he was contemplating on saying something, and you didnât let him.Â
âYouâre pathetic.â You let go of him, pushing his shoulder, but he only grabbed your neck and pulled you back, his other hand now behind your head so you wouldnât hurt yourself as he pushed you against the wall.Â
âYeah? And youâre not? Are you not thinking about last night, Y/N?â You gasped as his lips barely caressed yours.Â
You would feel your knees giving up, especially when he took your name with such emphasis that you couldnât help but look at him, his fingers coming up from your neck to your jaw, cupping it gently before he placed his thumb on your bottom lip.Â
âIsnât that why youâve been avoiding me, hm? You wanna be that girl so fucking bad, donât you?â A shiver went down your spine as his voice got deeper by an octave.Â
âShut up,â you breathed out.Â
âWhy, princess? Do you not wanna kiss me?â He bit his bottom lip as you stared at him hopelessly, your breath hitched as your heart hammered against your ribcage.Â
âNo,â you mumbled.Â
He smirked, âno?âÂ
âHeeseung,â you whispered, frustration clear in your voice.Â
You hated him.Â
And you hated yourself more for wanting to kiss his stupidly inviting lips.Â
âYes, baby?âÂ
âIââ
âYou?âÂ
âPlease,â you closed your eyes, not believing the situation yourself.Â
âPlease what, my love?âÂ
You whined, not having it in you to say it out loud.Â
âI wonât kiss you till you say yes,â he shook his head slowly, his thumb still tracing your lip.Â
âFuck it, yes,â you groaned, pulling him closer by his collar as he quickly cupped your face.Â
His lips were plush against yours, warm and inviting to the point he was rushing to have you closer to him, absorbing the moan that you barely got to let out. He was needy, almost as frustrated as you, your fingers gripping the hair on his nape, a gasp leaving his mouth as you both leaned back for a microsecond, still connected by a string of saliva.Â
You were on your tiptoes, your body getting warmer by the second, pressed against his as you breathed heavily as he licked your mouth open, shoving his tongue in to get a taste of you, his warm breath made you lose your last bit of sanity. He was groaning, trying to get used to your taste, something which he had wanted to do for a while now. He was practically drooling into your mouth like a hungry puppy, his spit dripping down your chin. Your tongue was quick to lap it up when he leaned back to breathe, but his own tongue was quick enough to rest on yours as you both tasted your mixed saliva. Â
Thatâs exactly when you opened your eyes, only to see Heeseungâs flushed face looking at you with dark, desperation filled eyes. Thatâs when you finally came back to your senses.Â
You had just kissed Heeseung.Â
And you liked it.Â
Well, fuck!
You had to run, you had to leave.Â
Thatâs exactly what you did, panic clear on your face as Heeseung saw you rush out of his arms and run out of the apartment, he called out your name but you didnât look back, your heartbeat skyrocketing as you started your car to drive away.Â
It was all a blur to you as you somehow managed to reach the lakeside parking, which was almost empty on the side you had parked your car. Your mind was elsewhere, the taste of him lingered on your lips.Â
âWhat did I just do?â You asked yourself, covering your mouth as you groaned.Â
Mentally slapping yourself, even more so when you shifted in your seat, only to discover that you felt wetness in your panties. They were soiled simply because Heeseung had shoved tongue in your mouth.Â
âFuck you, Lee Heeseung,â you mumbled closing your eyes and leaning your head against the cold window, slowly unbuttoning your jeans, unzipping them right after.Â
âI hate you, I hate you,â you whispered, letting your fingers travel down your body, and into your panties.Â
The cold of your fingertips juxtaposed the warmth of your cunt, the warmth of your clit, your body reacting to the touch as you gasped, the image of Heeseungâs slender fingers crossing your mind as you pressed your cunt to feel something, anything, that would make you feel better. You were soaking wet.Â
All you wanted was to be taken care of, you wanted this frustration to go away and it didnât matter that you were in public, your car windows were tinted for a reason as you spread your legs and pulled your bottom wear down, exposing your cunt. A deep shaky breath left your mouth as you placed your fingers yet again.Â
Heeseung would rub your cunt in gentle circles.Â
Your subconscious said, as you stimulated your cunt, your eyelids fluttered close, thinking about Heeseung and his veiny hands. Thatâs exactly what you neededâwhat you craved.Â
Heeseung was right, youâre the one whoâs been so desperate to have him, that was proof enough as you moaned out his name, shoving two fingers inside your cunt that was begging to be filled with Heeseungâs cock. You threw your head back, desperately fucking yourself, teasing your neglected clit with your other hand.Â
âAhâfuck!â You cried out, thrusting your hips up to meet your fingers. It was almost pathetic how needy you were being, especially when you didnât even remember the last time being this horny.Â
Truth be told, no guy ever made you this wet with just a kiss, so it was definitely concerning how Heeseung (read: your enemy) had managed to do so just by provoking you non stop.Â
You mumbled his name, your thighs closing when you felt your high approaching, sweat forming on your forehead as you leaned against your seat, your right on the edge, a few more thrusts and youâd be done.
Your breathing gets louder, the plea of Heeseungâs name only makes your climax approach faster as you thrusted your digits in, sloppily so, a tear rolling down your cheek as the image of Heeseung moaning out your name flashed in your mind. That was your last straw.Â
Your thighs shook as your body tensed up, the familiar feeling of your unadulterated pleasure approaching washed over your body, now more powerful than ever, coating your fingers with your juices of desperation.Â
You were breathing hard, trying to come back to yourself after having the quickest, best orgasm of your life which most certainly did fog up your side of the window.Â
Thatâs when you let everything settle in your head, a scoff leaving your lips as you realized.Â
You wanted Lee Heeseung.Â
 Chapter 8. Revenge, sue for damages?Â
It felt like a walk of shame when you entered the apartment again, being careful to tiptoe, as to not alert Heeseung of your presence by any means. Too much had happened to you in the span of two days, and you werenât sure how youâd even get on terms with all of this.Â
You had successfully closed the door to your room by the time a thought popped up in your mind: what would Heeseung be up to now?Â
He didnât have any time to react when you left, even then he was calling out your name. You wondered if he even wished to talk to you anymore. You wondered if it was just a game to him, now that you had realized that you actually truly did want a piece of him, you couldnât help but think if he wanted the same, or was it just his way to maybe bother you?Â
You had no clue, and you most certainly werenât going to confront him about it, you hated every bit of confrontations, and this was something that made you want to run away and never come back.Â
Heeseung on the other hand was wide awake and aware of your presence. He felt calm now that you were back, he had been worried ever since you left hours ago, you never once checked your phone when he called you, it was on do not disturb, and you hadnât checked it. Heeseung wondered what youâd think of him when you see 26 missed calls on your phone.Â
He was confused, but there was a hint of a smile on his face as he touched his lips again for the nth time today, frowning right after as he thought of you never wanting to talk to him again.Â
Did he go too far this time?Â
He was dazed, a groan left his mouth as he punched the pillow next to him, he couldnât control himself, not when you were so close to him, not when your scent lured him in. That wasnât how he expected to kiss you, but now that he knew what you tasted like, it was hard for him to think of anything else but your lips.Â
However, the thought of you hating him kept him awake.Â
The thought of him hating you kept you awake.Â
And somehow you both fell asleep at the same time, your mind too tired to form another thought as you let the sleep take over.Â
You knew youâd wake up late, you were bound to wake up at 2 when you had slept (barely) at four in the morning.Â
However, in the midst of this chaos, you very conveniently forgot the plans you had made the prior day. Your head was hurting when you woke up, and you had no plans to go out of your room as you got up and took a shower in the bathroom attached to your room.Â
âUgh, whyâs my life like this?â You asked yourself as you brushed.Â
There was no answer, which only irritated you more.Â
It wasnât the best day, of course, but you decided to dress up a little just so you could feel betterâsomething you did when you felt down, despite not having a reason to dress up. You had to keep yourself occupied, especially when you could hear the cabinets opening and closing in the kitchen, which only made you hyper aware of how Heeseung was so close to you, yet so far away.Â
Were you making a big thing out of this?Â
You shook your head, grabbing your favourite cherry gloss and applying it over your lips, the lips that kissed Heeseung last night. It was hard not to stare at your lips in the mirror after that, you simply got zoned out yet again.Â
Youâve had enough of this, you sighed as you grabbed your phone, getting comfy on your bed yet again as you finally unlocked it, scrolling through the notifications to find something you didnât expect.Â
26 missed calls from Heeseung.Â
Did this mean that he was actually worried? Maybe he had something to say? Maybe he wanted to tell you that he didnât wish to talk to you anymore? Or maybe he simply wanted to confront you about it?Â
You were contemplating as you stared at the notifications, almost getting up to ask Heeseung about it, but then another ping of your phone stopped you right before you could go on outside.Â
Gyu đ°: Iâm here!!Â
Gyu đ°: Do I ring the bell or will that be disturbing?Â
Fuck.Â
You had called Beomgyu in for the day, the past few events lingered so hard in your mind that this fully skipped your mind. And he was outside already, which means if he rings the bell then Heeseung would probably be the one to answer the door.Â
âOh no,â you stood up, almost tripping on your feet as you heard the bell ring.Â
The door was open by the time you opened the door to your room, only to find Beomgyu and Heeseung right in front of each other.Â
ââI didnât know you lived here,â Beomgyu said, patting Heeseungâs shoulder as you observed them carefully.Â
Heeseung had his jaw clenched, his eyes on the flower bouquet that Gyu had oh so conveniently bought for you. Thatâs exactly when Gyu spotted you, waving at you and saying your name in a cheerful tone, that made Heeseung turn to look at you.Â
Only to find you dressed up, as if you got ready for Beomgyu, a scoff leaving his mouth which you missed as you stared at each other for a few seconds, not sure what to say.Â
Thatâs when you simply grabbed Gyuâs arm and dragged him to your room, closing the door behind you as he simply let you do everything with a whipped smile on his face.Â
âOh so weâre moving fast today, hm? You look so fucking pretty by the wayââ he started blabbering, making himself feel comfortable on your bed.Â
âShh,â you groaned, âstop please,â you whispered, and thatâs when he realized that you were being serious.Â
âHey, whatâs wrong?â He asked, concern evident on his face.Â
âA lot,â you said, grabbing his arm and making him face you, âare you ready for some gossip, Gyu?âÂ
You didnât give him a chance to reply, telling him everything from the very start as his eyes widened. He let out a scream or two in between which definitely hurt your ears, and you were hiding your face by the time you reached the part where you kissed Heeseung.Â
âIâm so jealous right now,â Gyu said out loud and you only gave him a look before continuing, leaving the majority of the part where you touched yourself, but also including the fact that youâve been sexually frustrated.Â
âSo thatâs what happened,â you said, gulping down and looking up at him.Â
He only blinked, once and then twice.Â
âSo what Iâm gathering here is the fact that Heeseung likes you and you, very sadly, like him back. Not to mention how youâre itching to have him fuck you,â he said, counting god knows what on his fingers, âbro really fucked a random girl after being hopelessly in love with you to prove his point, goddamn,â he whispered under his breath.Â
âOh shut up,â you mumbled, pouting at the reminder, âhe doesnât love me.â
âAre you blind? He chased me away each time I tried to approach you,â he said, eyes wide as he tried to tell you how wrong you were, your heart beating faster all of a sudden. Â
âIâm gonna kill myself actually.â A groan left your mouth as you covered your face, âIâm so embarrassed, so confused.â
âYou know what? You should fuck me to even things out with him,â Gyu said in the most innocent voice ever and you looked up at him yet again.Â
âGyu.â
âYes?â
âShut up.â
âOkay.â
He only chuckled, coming closer to you with a mischievous smile, âoh so you wanna fuck Heeseung, hm? Not me? Only Heeseung? Wow, youâre so down bad,â he teased you and you somehow tried to push him away but he only got louder.Â
âIâm gonna kill you,â you mumbled as he went on singing something.Â
âHeeseung and Y/N sitting under a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g,â He screamed.Â
Thatâs when you got up and started tickling his sides, to which he had an explosive reaction as he fully let out a whine like the subbiest-sub ever, moaning out your name shamelessly as you hit his chest, asking him to shut up and lower his voice.Â
But that didnât stop him from whining again when your fingers accidentally touched the sliver of his tummy, making him giggle like a kid right after, âpleaseâgo slow,â he cried out.Â
You stopped, looking at him being completely helpless and pouting, which was enough to get a giggle out of you, âoh lord,â you mumbled, shaking your head at his endless antics.Â
It certainly did help how he was there to listen to you, and of course, how he randomly suggested playing a game right after he was done whining.Â
However, what you didnât know was that Lee Heeseung had his ear pressed against your door, his timing ever so convenient as he managed to hear whines and groans reverberating your room, that being his last straw as he stomped away, back into his room to possibly throw a vase away or two, but he simply resorted to punching the wall a few times, his blood boiling at the imaginary image of you being intimate with Beomgyu of all people.Â
He sighed, punching the wall again, leaning his head against it right after, âthis canât be happening,â he mumbled, getting away and dramatically falling down on his bed with a face that screamed upset.Â
Heeseung felt like his life was ruined.Â
Beomgyu was living his best life teasing you.Â
You felt as if your life was a game as you sat down to play a board game with Gyu.
It was kind of funny how you were playing the game of life.Â
It was even funnier when Gyu added a blue peg to your car after you got married at the church and named the peg Heeseung.Â
It wasnât funny that Heeseung had yet again tried to eavesdrop by standing in front of your room, only to hear you and Gyu laughing about something, a clear reminder that he made you laugh, that you enjoyed your time with him.
Heeseung stared at the door as if he couldnât believe this.Â
He had to do something.Â
Chapter 9. The thin line between hate and love.Â
It was dark outside by the time Gyu left your apartment, peacefully so, as there was no sight of Heeseung when you got out of your room and it gave you enough time to clean up and take yet another shower, getting comfy in your shorts again.Â
You werenât sure what was in your mind anymore, while it was a given that you appreciated the distraction Beomgyu provided you with, you were also confused about everything thatâs been happening lately, and even if you did hate confrontations, you wanted to confront Heeseung about this.Â
However, it was nearing midnight by the time you realized exactly how hungry you are, munching on snacks did not help you much through the day and you didnât have much energy to go and cook something for yourself.Â
So, you opted for home delivery from one of your comfort food restaurants, happy about the fact that they were quick to deliver your meal, even if it was late at night. You paid the delivery man and headed straight to the kitchen to grab a plate and fork.Â
âHungry, hm?â A deep voice spoke right beside your ear, alarming you as you turned around to look at Heeseung, who didnât have a hint of a smile on his face, which was an unusual sight as he was always sporting at least a little grin if not more.Â
âHeeââ you gulped.Â
ââyeah?â He asked, his warm fingertips resting on your chin as he made you look up at him, âlook at me.â
You still couldnât look in his eyes.Â
He scoffed, âyouâre funny honestly, one second youâre kissing me as if your life depends on it, and the next second youâre fucking another guy,â he said, clicking his tongue before he poked his inner cheek with it.Â
You didnât expect this to happen, and you most certainly werenât expecting Heeseung to be mad about it. Did he interpret it wrong? You didnât fuck Beomgyu, but thatâs exactly what Heeseung thinks it is that you did the whole day, the whines probably didnât help, and it was no secret that Gyu was loud in everything he did.Â
Heeseung had you caged in his arms again, something he had done quite a few times after he shifted into your apartment, but the proximity never failed to faze you, his scent was as intoxicating as ever, and but at least he had decency to wear a loose fitted t-shirt this time.Â
You were zoning out again, but at the same time you were focused on his lips and how bruised they looked, as if he had been biting them out of frustration all dayâthe same lips you had so desperately kissed just yesterday, the same lips who had taken over your senses. They were so close to you again.Â
âWhy do you care?â You asked, something youâve been meaning to ask for a while, your face devoid of emotions.Â
âWhat?â He asked, taken aback by the sudden irritation that your voice now held.Â
âWhy the fuck do you care, Lee Heeseung? Isnât this just a game to you, hm? Isnât that what youâve been doing all along?â You pointed your finger at him.Â
It had started to rain outside, the downpour making the atmosphere seem darker than usual, you werenât the biggest fan of rain, and the situation only made it worse.Â
âWhy the fuck do you not understand?â He groaned, his arms on either side of you now as he took a shaky breath in, looking aside for a second as if trying to control his emotions from bursting out, âyou think itâs a fucking game to me?â
âWhat else?â You scoffed, you needed him to say whatever was on his mind, you needed to rile him to the point he couldnât help but tell you exactly what was going on, âis it not a game that you sabotage every time someone tries to approach me? Or when you keep bothering me with your constant attempt to pick fights? So whyâs it a problem that I called Gyu hereââ
ââdonât call him that.â
âWhy not? Donât like it? Itâs so cuteââ
Heeseung scoffed, âdid he fuck you that good?â He asked, his blood practically boiling by now.Â
You bit your bottom lip, smirking right after, âbetter than the girl you fucked, seeing how she didnât come back for more.â
âYeah, princess. Thatâs why you wish you were her, right? You watched me fuck her with wide eyes, you gulped your drool down when you saw my dick thrusting into her cuntâyou wanted it to be yours, I saw the jealousy in your eyes, baby. You canât lie to me,â he whispered, his lips caressing yours.Â
âOr, youâre jealous cause it wasnât you who fucked me. Isnât that what you wanted? Isnât that why you were moaning my fucking name?â You asked, your head tilted slightly to provoke him even more.Â
âYeah,â he breathed out, making you look up at him in confusion as you saw him being dead serious about what he was saying, his eyes dark, âYes Iâm jealous, I fucking hate it, cause youâre mine.â
âWhat?â You were taken aback.Â
âWhy? Whatâs so surprising, princess?â He chuckled, and you swore the butterflies you felt in your body were going feral, âyouâre mine, are you not?â He asked in a whisper.Â
The indirect confession hung in the air, the sound of your breathing along with the heavy raindrops was loud, but not louder than your own thoughts. You couldnât believe this was happening, itâs you who pushed him to confess, but it wasnât something you had expected.Â
There was nothing but sincerity in the way he stared at you, waiting for some kind of reply, and suddenly you were back in fifth grade, trying to make sense of your feelings for the same guy who stood in front of you, your lips parting to say something, but it was hard for you to form words.Â
He had you trapped, mentally and physically. Did you belong to him? Did he belong to you? Did you wish to see him with someone else again? The thought was enough to make your blood boil. Did you want him to fuck anyone who wasnât youâ
âAre you fucking mine or not, Y/Nâ?â He asked and you didnât let him speak anymore, grabbing him by his shirt as you surged forward in a rush to capture his rosy lips to yours.Â
His body reacted just as quick to kiss you back harder, his warm hand gripping your nape to keep you in place, your familiar taste simply had him groaning into your mouth, invading all your senses as you got dizzier in the essence of him, holding on to him tighter as you let yourself go as he sucked on your lips harsh enough for it to be swollen.Â
âMine,â he murmured against your lips, voice deeper than ever as he squeezed your waist, a gasp leaving your mouth, âbe good for me, hm?â He said, helping you sit on the kitchen counter right behind you.Â
He holds on to your leg, wrapping them around his waist as you pull your body even closer before he kisses you harder, even deeper, making sure that thereâs absolutely no space left in between youâhe needs to be close to you. Your clothed cunt pressed against him in a way that created the slightest amount of friction as you bucked your hips up in a rush.Â
He gladly swallowed all your whines, anger bubbling up about the fact that other people have gotten a chance to hear your pretty noises before him, but not anymore, cause you belonged to Lee Heeseung.Â
He was being rough the way he shoved his tongue into your mouth, hungry to taste you again and again, simply because it was impossible for him to get enough of you, your hands roaming all over his body to trace the hard muscles youâve been feeling up, hidden underneath his T-shirt, the tension lingering, the agitation increasing. You wanted more, you needed more.Â
âSay you want it,â he whispered, his forehead pressed against yours as you both took deep breaths, practically breathing each other in, his thumb prodding at your mouth as you swirled your tongue around it, making him groan and push his two digits into your mouth, watching how you suck on them so diligently, a whine leaving your mouth as he pulled the fingers back, depriving you of them, âsay it.âÂ
âWhat if I donât?â You clicked your tongue, pushing him back slightly with a smirk on your face, âwonât you touch me then?â You asked, looking at him innocently as you got off the counter, you could feel your panties being wet, walking to him, taking a step further to whisper in his ear, âwonât you fuck me?â You asked, biting his earlobe right after as you heard him suck in a sharp breath.Â
With that, you leaned back, walking back to your room as Heeseung stood there for a minute, trying his best to stay in control with his semi hard dick getting in the way, you being a brat wasnât helping him by any means. A groan left his mouth as he followed you into your room, to find you waiting for him on your bed, sitting comfortably.Â
âWere you this much of a brat with Beomgyu too?â He asked, the question itself had him frowning as you chuckled and shook your head no slowly, âahâno.â
He rolled his eyes, jaw clenched as he lifted his T-shirt up, messing up his hair even more as he threw it away somewhere on the floor, âyouâre a spoiled little princess, arenât you? Donât worry, love, Iâll make sure you beg for me.âÂ
You raised your brows, your eyes travelling down to stare at his body shamelessly, your bottom lip bitten as he walked over and climbed on the bed in a way that excited your body to the point that one touch from him would be enough to give you goosebumps.Â
âYou look cute when youâre jealous, yâknow?â You cooed right as he got close to you.Â
He didnât waste any second, pulling your body to him easily so you were sitting right on his lap, his back pressed against the headboard, hands resting on your ass, rubbing gentle circles on it with his thumb as he looked down his nose caressing yours in a touch that made your eyelids flutter shut.Â
âYeah, doll? Letâs see how cute I look when I donât let you cum, hm?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âWhat? Pretty baby wants to cum?â Heeseung teased, his hand inching upwards in a manner that pushed your t-shirt up just enough so his hand could squeeze your waist, his fingers tracing your skin smoothly.Â
You couldnât focus, not when he knew exactly how to invade all your senses. You liked the game of push and pull, but with how things have been, you knew you wouldnât last much longer, not when having Heeseung control your body, touching and guiding you, felt so good. It wasnât as if he knew what made you feel good, yet he was discovering how to make you gasp out of pleasure with ease.Â
Your hand on his bare skin only made the atmosphere seem hotter than it actually was. You simply nodded as a reply to his questionâyou needed to cum.Â
âCanât even use your words now, princess? What happened to your bratty attitude?â Heeseung chuckled against your skin, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jawline, your body reacting to it almost instantly as you threw your head back, giving him more space to kiss you down your neck.Â
You needed to do something, so you lifted your hips slightly, only to sit right on top of his hardened cock, making him groan out against your skin, almost biting your neck which had you whining out loud, your fingers tugging on his hairâsomething that you had learned would drive him crazy.Â
âCanât control yourself, Lee?â You breathed out as a taunt, letting him bite your earlobe and practically growl out of frustration, licking and swirling his warm tongue on the expanse of your skin again, making you shiver and press down on his cock even more.Â
âSo fucking needy,â he rasped out, fingers playing with the hem of your shorts now, which was easy with how your legs were spread as you sat on his lap, making you hide your face in his neck, warmth spreading all over your body.Â
âPleaseâfuck!â You cried out, biting on his shoulder as he gently caressed your clothed cunt, making him chuckle even more.
âPlease what, princess?â He urged you to speak, even though your voice came out muffled as you pressed your face to his neck, the vibrations of your words making it hard for him to function.Â
âWant you,â you finally spoke up.Â
âYeah? Who do you belong to, doll?â He cups your cunt, just to see how your body would react.Â
You moaned, hips bucking to get more friction but he only pressed your cunt harder, possessiveness lacing every single one of his touches.Â
âYou.â Saying it out loud was the only way you could stop the teasing.Â
However, you couldnât deny how you felt butterflies when he finally repeated after you, âthatâs right, youâre my pretty little doll. All mine.âÂ
You nodded meekly, letting him take control of your body as you squirmed under his hold. Heeseung knew he had won as he easily turned you over to help you lay on your back, getting on top of you with ease, staring at you, his chocolate brown eyes sporting a lust filled expression, âIâll take care of you now.â
He dipped down to pepper kisses over the expanse of your skin, having had enough of your body being fully clothed, he asked if he could take your T-shirt off you and you lazily nodded, watching the most attractive man youâve ever laid eyes on helping you out of your shirt, scoffing once he learned that you werenât wearing a bra.Â
Suddenly, you were hyper aware of his gaze on your body, your hands working quick to cover your tits with embarrassment flooding your cheeks. However, he was still quicker to grab your wrists, pinning them above your head in a swift go.Â
âNever hide your pretty body from me ever again, itâs mine to worship, yeah?â He whispered, his hot breath nuzzling against your lips as you nodded along with him, as if in a trance.Â
Your chest heaved up and down with the bubbling excitement in you, your thighs pressed up against each other as the wetness seeped through your panties, soiling your shorts as well.Â
Heeseung smirked, âsuch a good girl when you listen to me,â he praised, eliciting a whine out of you. You never knew a praise would be enough to give you goosebumps.Â
The tip of his nose grazed your skin as he stopped right on your throat, licking your sensitive spot with his warm tongue, your back arching as you obliviously gave him more space to kiss and suck on your clavicle as he grinds against you, and you love how he overpowers you.Â
Your breath hitches the second his lips reach your torso, right above your left boob, and youâre almost sure he can hear your heart beating out of your ribcage with how much his presence affects you, and he simply looks up at you to press the most daunting yet soothing kiss right above your heart, as if he was trying to get the fact across that it belonged to him now.Â
You couldnât look away, gaze peering down as he covered your nipple with his puckered lips, your moans encouraging him even further as he shamelessly sucked your tits, setting your wrists free to fondle your other tit, squeezing it harshly to see your expression contort into that of pain, but it was full of pleasure instead.Â
His thumb played with your nipples, rubbing circles on it gently to get them hard, only to pinch them right after, covering them with his mouth right after to soothe the painâsomething you didnât think youâd find pleasing but you did, especially when you squirmed around and he held you in place with ease.Â
Grazing your tits with his teeth had you whimpering, holding on to his arm, digging your nails as you held on to him tight.Â
âYou like that, baby?â He smirked, hand sneaking down into your panties, your eyes rolling back at the slightest touch of his fingers against your sensitive slit, which was wet with your arousal.
âTaste how wet you get for me, princess,â he muttered, proud of how his two digits were covered with your slick, glistening under the warm, dim lights of your room.Â
You parted your lips, pushing your tongue out to let him rest the two of his fingers there as you took him in, swirling your tongue around his slender fingers coated in your wetness. A hum left your mouth at the same time as Heeseung groaned at the sight of you being a sweet little doll for him, doing whatever he says.Â
He couldnât be gentle anymore, he had to taste you.Â
âGood girl,â he praised, brushing his thumb on your bottom lip before coating your tits with your saliva, circling your nipples as he placed open mouthed kisses as a trail down your torso, trying his best not to leave any area untouched.Â
You mindlessly chanted his name, moaning out in desperation as he got closer to your cunt, looking at you once. He appeared to be a hungry beast, the one who wouldnât stop once he gets a taste of your cuntâthe cunt heâs been dreaming about for so long.Â
He made you feel the things you hadnât ever felt before, sending shivers up your spine with each touch of his. However, he was done being slow with you. As much as he loved to give your tits his undivided attention, he couldnât leave your desperate little cunt unattended.Â
Your shorts were off in a swift go, leaving you almost bare with your panties on, his eyes darkening as he let lust cloud his mind. Holding your thighs open, he made himself comfortable in between them, mumbling about how every inch of you is perfect to him, your toes curling his breath got heavier.Â
He pressed an experimental kiss on your inner thigh, squeezing them once he heard your body react to it, a sweet little whimper leaving your swollen lips in the process. You grab a chunk of his hair, pulling on them and crying when he pushed your knees up, biting and sucking on your soft flesh of thigh as a promise that itâll leave bruise marks.Â
His marks all over your body, he needed to mark you up, not even bothering to hide his possessiveness as he mumbled mine under his breath, continuing his ministrations, stopping right in front of your soiled panties, taking a deep breath.Â
âOh princess, you smell so sweet for me,â he said, grabbing the thin fabric of your underwear, pulling them to the side, wrinkling them up without any care.Â
You propped yourself up slightly, the sight of Heeseung staring at your cunt as if heâs found treasure which he wishes to devour carnally wasnât something you had ever thought youâd witness, but here he was, breathing deeply inches away from your cunt, purposely blowing hot breath on your soaked core, trying to agitate you further. Â
âHeeseungâfuck! Please,â you groaned, urging him to get closer, to be where you need him the most.Â
âYes, princess?â He asked breathily, dark eyes still fixated on your pussy as he whispered, âpretty.âÂ
âPlease,â you begged feebly.Â
âPlease what, love?âÂ
You couldnât help it anymore, pushing his head into your bucked hips was the easy way to get things going, tugging on his silky roots as you held him in place, a loud moan reverberated the room just as he groaned into your cunt, your eyes fluttering shut at the heavenly sensation you felt all over your body.Â
âFuck, Iâve wanted this from so long,â Heeseung mumbled like a madman, absolutely letting himself go, not holding back as he devoured your cunt, licking and sucking on your folds, commanding your body well as he held your legs open with his strong grip on your thighs. Â
Peppering featherlight kisses on your clit, he made you sigh breathily, his name on the tip of your tongue as you kept on whining, even more so when he shoved his face deeper, sucking on your sensitive nub as the warmth of his fingers traced the long strokes on your folds.Â
âLoveâyourâcunt,â he groaned with each lick, pulling you into him, easing your thighs on his sturdy shoulders as he slipped his tongue into your clenching hole, âall mine now, all fucking mine.â
His lips were covered with your arousal, his thumb taking over to rub circles on your clit, sending your over the edge as you tried to get a hold of yourself, but it felt goodâthe best youâd ever felt, and you could already feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he added more pressure to your poor clit.Â
Your legs shook around his head, your cunt clenching as he continued to fuck his tongue deeper and deeper, as much as he could humanly manage. He could have sworn he was drunk, too pussy drunk to even move from there. He was the reason you were this wet, he got you wet, he needed to take care of your cunt and be accountable for the same.Â
With his movements getting harsher, it only took a moment longer before you found yourself reaching your high, whines leaving your mouth as you fell apart on his tongue, giving him exactly what he had been so eagerly trying to get out of you.Â
Your cum covered the expanse of his skinâlips and chin shining as he licked big stripes of your now overly-sensitive cunt just to make sure he laps up every bit of the juice you so lovingly gave to him, âso fucking beautiful,â he kissed your clit again.Â
You took deep breaths, eyes still closed as you savored the moment, Heeseung staring at you with shiny eyes, trying to memorize every bit of your expressions. You looked like an angel to him, a sweet doll who was made to be kept safe with him. He wanted to keep you safe.Â
The sight was orgasmic, Heeseungâs raging boner would agree with it, however he wasnât done having a taste of you, he was greedy by all means, almost as if he got addicted to your taste within seconds, he wanted to taste you again, and again.Â
Before you could even register what was going on, Heeseung grabbed your panties from the hem, ripping them into two instead of simply sliding them down your legs, your eyes widening at the sight of your now torn underwear.Â
He doesnât give you much chance to say anything, his lips latched to your sensitive cunt in an instant, your response of moans almost pavlovian, even more so when his digits prodded your entrance. He buried two fingers at once, deep down to the knuckles, loving how you clenched around him uncontrollably, your lewd noises almost pornographic as he continued his ministrations.Â
The tip of his nose brushed your clit in the right way, his fingers curling inside you at the same time just for you to try and close your thighs out of sheer pleasure, which overstimulated you, but he was stronger as he held your legs open.Â
Heeseung didnât feel sober by any means, he knew he wouldnât last much longer either, especially with how heâs absolutely drunk on the essence of your cunt and the melody of your moans. Pressing his clothes cock harder on the mattress, he sped up, fingering you with no resistance, your wetness being the perfect lubricant for him.Â
âDoing so well for me, such a good slut for me,â he groaned against your cunt.Â
You jolted out of pleasure, his pace and words left your pussy tightening as a signal that your second orgasm was approaching faster than ever, which only encouraged him to eat you out faster, shoving another finger into you as his dick twitched with unadulterated pleasure.Â
Heeseungâs name was all you knew as you rode out your orgasm with desperation, tears cascading down your cheek and you swore you saw stars with how hard you came undone, watching him lick you up before he got up, getting rid of his pants and boxers in one go.Â
You could only breathe deeply, eyes shamelessly taking in his hardened cock, the tip red and leaking with how much heâd held back all this while. You clumsily tried to get up, your legs still shaking as you sat up, âcan Iââ you tried to ask, embarrassed.Â
âHm, can you what, princess?â He asked, looking extremely attractive with his hair all over the place, lips cherry red and swollen, still glistening with the remains of your cum all over.Â
âWanna taste you,â your voice was barely a notch above whisper.Â
âOhâfuck. Youâre such a pretty little slut for me,â he chuckled with amusement, âyeah? Is that what my doll wants? Want my cock in your sweet little mouth?â He asked, standing right in front of your mouth.Â
You nodded, your eyes big and pleading which only had him twitching, even more so when you gently grabbed the base of his cock, placing the faintest kiss on his tip, âa slut for you, yeah,â you mumbled, peppering kisses all over his length as he bit his lip at the sight, adamâs apple bobbing up and down when he gulped.Â
With your tongue swirling around the tip, you finally took him in the warmth of your mouth, a loud moan escaping his lips once he saw you with your cheeks hollowed, sucking him in so desperately, your hands massaging his balls simultaneously. He grips the back of your head, holding you in place as you sucked harshly on the tip of his dick, his body shuddering with immense pleasure.Â
He was already leaking when he tasted you, but having you on your knees for him, looking up with tears in your eyes as you drooled and whined, sending vibrations up his cock, that was it for him, but you didnât let him move back, feeling the warm clawing of his orgasm on your tongue as you let him finish inside your mouth.Â
He had beads of sweat forming on his forehead by the time he finished, taking deep breaths but still staring at you, eyes full of adoration as you took his cock out of your mouth with a pop.Â
âYou okay, love?â He asked, sitting down next to you, caressing the curve of your cheek gently.Â
You let him sit down next to you, and he did not expect you to open your mouth to show your tongue after you gulped down his cum.Â
âFuck, oh fuck,â he groaned, chuckling right after and cupping your jaw, âweâre so not done here, princess,â he said and your eyes widened.Â
âWâwhat?â You asked, breathing in deeply when he pressed a firm kiss on your lips, not moving back as he spoke.Â
âYou really thought Iâd let you go without fucking that pretty cunt of yours, hm?â
âHeeseungâItâs so sensitive right now,â you whispered, holding on to his arm.Â
âShh, you can take it, right?â
His tone was enticing, the proximity paired with the intoxication Heeseung so eagerly provided had you nodding at his words. No guy had ever made you cum more than once and here Heeseung was, on his way to give you your third orgasm of the night.Â
âYeah,â you whispered.Â
âYeah?â He asked, tone breathy.Â
âYeah, please,â you replied, and he chuckled, pulling you into another rushed kiss, slotting his lips against yours.Â
His kisses got harsher as he pushed you down on the bed again, holding you underneath him, your body reacting to him in an instant as you spread your legs further when he pushed his thigh up, pressing it on your cunt.Â
You moaned into his mouth, he swallowed every bit of it, almost greedy as if he didnât want anyone else to even hear how pretty you sound. It was just for him, you were made for him.Â
âReady, baby?â Heeseung asked, rubbing the tip of his cock against your pussy, the wetness lubricating his length as he stroked himself a few times, looking back at you when you nodded, âare you sure?âÂ
âHmâyeah. Are you?â You asked back.Â
âNever been more ready for anything, princess,â he whispered, dipping down to press his lips against yours.Â
He wastes zero time, both your eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy as he pushed himself into your needy hole, your back arching as you both shifted to be closer to each other, the stretch of his thickness was almost delicious and you couldnât help but dig your nails on his back, trying to get a hold of yourself.Â
Heeseung moans out loud without any care, the way your walls gripped his bulbous size, âfucking hell you feel so good,â he cursed out loud.Â
Bottoming out was easy with how aroused you were, your wetness making him slide in deeper than any cock youâve ever taken before. It felt straight out of a wet dream how Heeseung looked at you with hooded eyes, a smirk forming on his face at your obvious pleasure filled expression.Â
âYou see this, princess?â He pulled back, thrusting in harder as you mewled, his hand coming to rest right on top of your abdomen, pressing down right there just enough so he could feel his cock bulge, âtold you itâd reach right here.â He chuckled.Â
âYouâre crazy,â you cried out, âso fucking bâbig.â
âAnd you love it,â he hisses as you clench up around him, moaning and agreeing with whatever your pretty boy had to say.Â
Ramming into your hole made your tits bounce with each hard thrust of his, tempting him enough to reach forward to capture your nipple between his lips, sucking on them with no gentleness. Â
You tug on his hair, something that you knew would drive him insane. He practically growled, biting your nipple and sucking on it, littering marks all around your chest all while pistoning into you.Â
âMine, youâre fucking mine,â he mumbled, the sound of skin slapping resonating the room, which was the prettiest sound Heeseung had ever heard, simply because it was a harmony of you and him, adding your whines and moans to the mix only made it better.Â
âGodâHeeseung,â you struggled to breathe, now gripping your sheets as he abused your pussy, almost demonic in a wayâsomething you really needed to satiate your desires, which Heeseung was fulfilling oh so beautifully.Â
Just when you thought it wouldnât get any better, Heeseung pushed two of his fingers right on your sensitive bundle of nerves, working them in circles as if he was a professional and you couldnât keep your eyes open anymore.Â
âDid I say you were allowed to look away?â Heeseung asked, coming closer to your face, however you could barely form a reply, which had him scoffing and stopping his actions, finally getting a cry out of you as you looked at him.Â
âThatâs a good doll, keep your eyes on me, yeah?â He whispered, sinking in impossibly deeper as you let your tears out, which turned him on even more than he thought was possible, âlove how wet you get for me, shitâyou feel so fucking good for me,â he said, dragging his tongue up your cheek, gathering your salty tears and licking them up.Â
You loved every second of this, his hand coming to slap your ass, grabbing a fistful of it to grope you harder while you absolutely let yourself submit to him, his dirty words only making you clench harder, your skin burning with the traces of his touch all over.Â
You felt like you were being split open as he rambled about how good you felt, it was addicting how your name rolled off his tongue in a possessive moan as he fucked you with pure need, also kissing you from time to time, his forehead pressed against yours as he stimulated your clit faster.Â
The room felt misty almost, but that was just the essence of you both being ever so desperate with each other, like your friends had always saidâyou needed to fuck it out.Â
And Heeseung was doing a splendid job at it, your legs twitching at this point with how sensitive your body was, body too fucked out, words not making any sense minus the few weak moans of Heeseungâs name.Â
You were so turned on, you didnât want this to end but it was beyond impossible for you to hold yourself any longer, âgonnaâgonna cum, please,â you begged, grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss as he grunted out.Â
âYeah, kitten? Gonna cum for me? Do it, baby,â he whispered.Â
His strong arms held you in place, pushing himself deep in your pulsing pussy as if you were a toy to him, but his kisses said otherwise, they were full of longing and endless desire, and he never wished to stop.Â
With a deep breath, you pulsated around him, leaking around his size with each aggressive pounding he gave you, and before you knew it, you were squirting all over his cock, ruining your bedsheets and surprising Heeseung who only rubbed your clit harder.Â
âFuckâyouâre so hot,â he groaned, a final thrust shooting his load of cum inside your cunt, staying right there as you both breathed the same air, taking a few minutes to lay side by side when he pulled out, the mixture of your cum dripping down your cunt.Â
Heeseung still held on to you, his arms wrapping your body close to him, patting your back gently, âyou okay, love? You did so well for me,â he mumbled, kissing your forehead.Â
A newfound warmth spread your body as you witnessed Heeseung being genuinely sweet to you, a small smile caressing your face as you nodded, snuggling close to him and he let you do that, whispering praises in your ear, making you laugh and laughing along with you.Â
He knew you both couldnât sleep on your bed for the night, so he asked you if you wished to sleep with him, and it somehow left you shy as you said yes. Getting up was hard when your legs felt wobbly, but Heeseung was strong enough to help you up and go to the washroom with you.Â
You both were silent as he helped you sit on the marble counter of the washbasin, grabbing your towel and dampening it with lukewarm water, you simply observed him being absolutely concentrated, devoted almost with how he cleaned you up, a pout forming on his lips as he did so.Â
It was endearing how soft he was all of a sudden, and you needed him to speak up and talk about everything thatâs been happening with you both, the mixed signals, the teasing, the jealousy, and of course, the intimate moment you just shared, it needs to be discussed.Â
You stayed mum, observing him till he was satisfied cleaning you, asking if you felt okay, comfortable with him. Nodding with a little smile was enough of an answer for him, as he made sure to dress you up in the comfiest oversized t-shirt he owned, and soon you were both getting comfortable under his blanket.
Thatâs when you decided to finally talk to him about the whole situation.Â
âSoââ you started, slight awkwardness in your voice as Heeseung turned to look at you, his face practically shining.Â
âUhâwhy did you likeâhate me? Or did whatever you did toââ
âWoah woah, calm down, baby,â he said, clearly noticing the panic in your voice.Â
You were never the one to confront.Â
âI never hated you, how could I? You just ignored me from the fifth grade and I didnât know what to doââ he paused, as if ashamed of himself in a way.Â
âYou hated me, Heeseung,â you said, eyes widening at the accusation.Â
âMe?â
âYeah, donât you remember?â
âNo,â he dragged, as if trying to think of where it went wrong.Â
You sat up straighter, wincing slightly due to the obvious soreness between your legs, looking at him, âwow, you really donât know?â
Heeseung looked lost as ever. Â
âFifth grade, the house party? The so-called biggest party of the year? You donât remember playing truth and dare?â You asked, looking up at him with big eyes which he found so adorable.Â
âOh, yeah. Thatâs the party we went to but then you started ignoring me after it,â Heeseung spoke, wondering what went wrong.Â
âGod, you really are so clueless. We all went together, you and our group, we never really talked much butâbut I had a little crush on youâhey! Donât smirk, so yeah,â you continued and he chuckled.Â
What you didnât know was that he was feeling all sorts of giddy deep inside. You liked him? You? The girl heâs always wanted, liked him back?Â
âYou were asked this question in front of every single person we knew,â you said, a sad pout on your face, âto name someone youâd be willing to kiss in that room.â
Heeseung finally understood where you were heading but you didnât let him interrupt, resting your finger on his lips.Â
âYou know what you said?â
âI didnât mean it that wayââ
âDo you really remember what you said?â Your voice was louder now, a genuine look of disbelief on your face, âyou said youâd kiss anyone in that room but me.â
There was haunting silence as you finished your sentence, you tried to sit up, only for your legs to give out as you fell directly into Heeseungâs arms. This shut you up in a second before you gulped and folded your arms, face heating up regardless of the whole situation, which almost felt comical at this point.Â
Then you started whining and complaining about how humiliating the situation was, a clear sign that Heeseung absolutely hated her and how she had to run away from the party with a heavy heart feeling hurt, as her crush had practically rejected her.Â
In front of everyone at that.Â
âListen to me,â he said, voice deep and eyes earnest as he grabbed your arms, making sure your whole attention was on him.Â
âYou never used to look at me, even then. Whenever I tried to, someone would get in between us. That dayâI truly wanted to ask you out.â
âWhat?â
âYeah, I do think I said it the wrong way. I knew you hadnât had your first kiss,â he said, looking elsewhere for a second, âand I knew if I took your name then theyâd make me kiss you as the dare right after. I didnât want our first kiss to be like that, in front of everyone, as a dare.â
âYou cannot be serious,â you muttered in complete amusement.Â
âBut you ran out of the party and stopped talking to me altogether so I had to resort to other waysââ
âLike pranking and bothering me?â
ââwell, it did help me get your attention, didnât it?â He smirked, and you scoffed.Â
âYouâre such a duffer, Lee Heeseung,â you chuckled, still not over the fact that all of this hatred, jealousy, pranks, and well, weird but angry arguments, were all based on what?
A misunderstanding.Â
You both stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter, him pulling you close as you felt his chest vibrate, chuckling over this ridiculously stupid misunderstanding.Â
âSo, youâve liked me all along, huh?â He teased, and you pushed him away with a chuckle, mustering a stoic expression.Â
âDonât even start, Lee Heeseung. You have been bothering me because you liked me but didnât have the balls to say it!â You laughed and he looked offended.Â
âExcuse me?â He raised his eyebrow, tickling you all over with a smile as you squirmed, laughing uncontrollably before hitting on his arm a few times.Â
âWaitâwait! I have to tell you something,â you said, trying to sit up again.Â
âYeah, princess?â He whispered.Â
âSo, about what happenedââ
âGod, you look so pretty,â Heeseung said out of nowhere, staring at you with heart eyes, making you smile shyly.Â
If the past you would look at yourself, youâd probably end up throwing up with how cheesy it looked, yet right now, in the moment, everything felt right with Heeseung.Â
âAnyway.â You shook your head before looking at him sheepishly, âremember when Beomgyu came home right?â
Heeseung frowned at the mention of his name.Â
âWeâdidnât have sex,â You let out.Â
âWhat?â He practically exclaimed, âhe didnât touch you? You didnât do anything? But I heardââ
âYeah he was bothering me so I tickled him and he moanedâbut wait, you were listening to us? Eavesdropping?â You asked, âoh you were that jealous? Couldnât help but listen pathetically from behind the closed doorsââ
He shut you up by kissing you again, not stopping as you pulled him closer with a smile.Â
âYouâre crazy,â Heeseung breathed out and you knew he meant it in a good way.Â
âAnd youâre mine,â you smiled, gently rubbing your nose against his.Â
âSo fucking yours.â He mirrored your expression, pulling you in for a sweet kiss.Â
At that moment, you truly felt happy.Â
And thatâs all that mattered.Â
Chapter 10: I saw it coming.Â
Itâs baffling.Â
Transitioning from your so-called enemies to future potential lovers. The bickering is still there, however, now it results in a passionate makeout session and more.Â
Apparently Heeseung was hellbent on fucking you in every corner of your house, till everyone came back that is. He wouldnât even sleep in separate rooms, sticking by your side as if his life depended on it, even offering to shower with you sayingââit saves waterâ only for him to fuck you in there.Â
It was surprising each time Heeseung acted cheesy in front of you, making food for you, only to feed you with his own hands. He, the one who acted all tough and nonchalant in front of others, was the same guy who begged you for cuddles, head pats, kisses.Â
You had never thought he would ever be willing to sit down and watch Barbie movies with you but yet again, he proved you wrong. He was so loving, as if it came naturally to him, which was a surprise given he never had a girlfriend before.Â
He had the biggest pout on his face as you laughed with your whole heart, holding the couple keychain Heeseung insisted you have. As cheesy as it got, you loved it, and he loved seeing you smile.Â
Especially when he was the one who made you smile.Â
âDoes this mean weâre dating now?â
âWâwhat? Are we not?â Heeseung asked, slightly taken aback and you chuckled.Â
âWell, you didnât ask me to be your girlfriend yet,â you mumbled.Â
âOh, okay then let me do it right now,â he said, getting down on one knee with the keychain in his hand, âwill you, Y/N, make me the happiest man alive and let me be your boyfriend?â He asked, with glittering eyes.Â
You rolled your eyes affectionately, âyouâre so cute, Lee Heeseung, and yes, I allow you to be my boyfriend,â you smiled, pecking his lips softly.Â
However, being so engrossed in your own little world now, you both forgot something highly important that was going to happen today.Â
Your friends were literally standing outside the apartment, opening the door, as you and Heeseung casually sat on the couch, practically eating each otherâs faces off.Â
Safe to say, the reaction was no less than explosive, especially the scream that left their mouths, a look of pure horror gracing their faces, your expression mirroring their own, as if you got caught doing something illegal.Â
Everyone was shocked, minus Sunghoon, who simply leaned against the door with his arms folded and a knowing smirk on his face.Â
âTold ya theyâd be fucking by the time we come back.â
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I CRUMBLE COMPLETELY WHEN YOU CRY ; SUGURU GETO
synopsis; after a tense fight with your boyfriend, you flee out into a brewing rainstorm. luckily, suguru is always willing to warm you up again.
word count; 6.2k
contents; suguru geto/reader, gn!reader, copious amounts of hurt/comfort, no really thatâs literally all this fic is, sugu snaps at you for worrying about him, (and then promptly spirals), he makes it up to you though :), healthy communication ensues, [name] is used exactly once, switching povs, soft & fluffy ending <33
a/n; going back to my roots (mindless hurt/comfort) đđ i just think that if suguru picked me up like a small kitten and put me in his lap it would fix me
youâre cold.
little shivers run through your body, trail down your spine, and all you can do is clench your chattering teeth and dig your nails into the skin of your palms. heavy rain falls down without mercy, going pitter patter as it hits the asphalt â a sudden lightning strike lights up the town, flashing in the reflection of puddles, and all you manage is a weak jolt.
dark clouds blanket the whole sky, not allowing even a sliver of blue to shine through the darkness of the rainy evening. enveloping you, surrounding you, soft earthy scents â wet asphalt, roses blooming to your left and right, bushes with sweet-smelling flora guiding your path. little petals, glistening with droplets and bouncing with the force of the rain.
itâd be comforting, were it not for one simple fact;Â
you donât have an umbrella.
at this point, thirty minutes into your solemn, sniffly walk, youâre absolutely soaked. with only a measly hoodie to cover your body and head, and a tank top sticking to the skin beneath it â you were stupid to think youâd get out of it unscathed. your shoes are ruined, wet soles sticking to the asphalt, two heavy weights carrying you down the familiar street ahead.
you let out a shuddering breath.Â
gosh, this was stupid. you knew it was going to rain, but still walked out without a care in the world; despite the weather forecast, despite suguruâs warnings over breakfast, despite all those dark clouds covering the milk-blue sky. you just didnât think itâd be this bad. you just felt so helpless.
you just couldnât stay there.
some fresh air, and a bit of space. that was all you needed. just that one sliver of comfort.
so, yeah, maybe you werenât thinking very clearly when you stormed out. maybe you werenât thinking nearly enough, not enough to even grab one of the umbrellas hanging off the coatrack. hanging there just for you, the cutest little frog umbrella, one suguru bought for you himself. big, googly eyes, and a big smile. the most perfect shade of green.Â
(he put it there just for you.)
maybe you werenât thinking much at all. maybe you just needed to get away, away from him, away from the frustration on his features. arguments with suguru are few and far between; that fact only adds to the sting of his cold voice, still ringing in your ears. you bite down on your bottom lip again, just to stop it from wobbling so pitifully. blinking rapidly, tears and raindrops clinging to your lashline.
you were just worried. is that so awful?Â
(why did he have to be so fucking mean about it?)
a sigh flows from your lips, heavy and defeated, undeniably tired. you hate feeling like this, feeling this bitter, hate feeling like youâve done something wrong. more than anything, you hate arguing with him â hate the idea of him being angry with you. hate the way his voice turns colder, just a little sharper, an octave lower. he never raises it, never ever, but somehow he still sounds so scary.Â
it bothers you. bothers you how sensitive you are, when it comes to him. just that shivering tilt of his voice, coupled with the annoyance in his eyes, and your eyes were already turning glassy. one little sentence, and you were close to breaking out into a sob. because suguru was angry with you, and that alone is enough to make you feel like youâve done nothing right all your life.
so you left. because that was all you could do.Â
sure, the sharp pelting of the rain hurts a little, and the thunder is scary, and youâre awfully cold â but anything is better than having suguru see you burst into tears over such a small argument. you know heâd try to soothe you, know heâd feel guilty. but that just makes it all the more embarrassing.Â
(all the more pathetic.)
so you left, rushed out of your own apartment, and before you knew it the storm was rolling in above you. rain and thunder, something to rival the ache in your chest. it still hasnât been that long, a little over half an hour, and you still havenât fully calmed down. you still donât know how to face him. but â
but fuck, itâs cold. and an undeniable part of you yearns to run back into his arms, to make up with him, to hear his voice turn warm and see his eyes go soft. you want him to soothe you so, so badly. like he always does.Â
another sigh â more resigned this time â slips from out your lips. your bones feel sore, youâre almost certain youâre going to catch a cold, and itâs getting late. youâre all alone, and itâs raining, and you look vulnerable and helpless.Â
you want to go home.
itâll be awkward, but maybe you can sneak in somehow â without him noticing. then you can go straight to sleep, on the couch, and maybe youâll feel a little better tomorrow. the two of you can talk it out over breakfast, over warm coffee, and you can tell him what you meant to say without stumbling over what words to use or dancing around the subject like a scared little child.
youâre just too tired to argue anymore.
he just made you feel so stupid. so very, very small. suguruâs been working so hard lately, coming home late, exhausting himself. all you wanted was to make sure he was okay. that, and to coax him into relaxing a bit; maybe take a day off to recharge. that was all.
but he just brushed you off.
and, well, maybe you shouldâve backed off after that. maybe you shouldâve taken that as a sign that suguru didnât feel up to answering your questions. but you were just so worried, so pitifully anxious, and you just wanted to help him so, so badly.
suguru is always so dependable. always there to help you, to ground you, to console you. even when you push him away or insist you donât need it. he can be pushy, when he feels like he needs to, when your health is at risk â and itâs frustrating, but youâve always appreciated it. you just wanted to return the favour. push him, just a little, to show him how much you care. show him that he can depend on you the way he insists you do with him.
but then he grew frustrated.
âsuguru⊠youâve been working so much, iâm ââ you bite down on your bottom lip. âiâm just worried that youâre overdoing it.â â⊠god. how many times do i have to say it? i know my limits, [name].â âbut â you just look so tired ââ âwell, iâm sorry for that.â a cold smile. âam i not living up to your expectations?â
(thatâs not what you meant. he knows thatâs not what you meant.)
and it makes you feel frustrated, too. pardon you for being worried. for wanting to be there for him, for once, for wanting to be a supportive partner and not just a burden.Â
pardon you for feeling a little lonely, with him coming home so late, leaving so early. with him not giving you the affection youâre so used to, and never confiding in you about his stress.
pardon you for wanting him to trust you, a little, even just a sliver more than not at all.
god, youâre exhausted. you just want to sleep â canât you have that, at least? just that one thing? you donât mind sleeping on the couch, donât mind feeling like a stranger in your own home, as long as you get to rest your eyes. just for a little while.Â
your brain spins in circles, bitterness and longing heavy on your tongue, as you grumble over what to do or how to feel âÂ
while your feet have already begun taking you home. moving almost on their own, on instinct, walking past rose bushes and backyards, the smell of glucose and rotting apples.Â
and youâre there before you know it: in front of the familiar door to your shared apartment, soaked from head to toe. still feeling a little lost.
for a second, you hesitate.
maybe heâs still angry. maybe he was happy to get some time away from you. maybe youâre just making things worse by doing this, maybe you should just â
but your fingers have already fished out the key from within your pocket, unlocking the door in one swift motion. moving up to curl around the doorknob, a desperation in your veins guiding you closer to his steady warmth.
and before you have the chance to waver again, you pull the door open and step inside.
you move slowly, gentle and careful, almost cautious. softly closing the door behind you and taking a couple quiet steps forward, only to shrug off your hoodie â heavy, soaking wet and discomforting as you pull it over your head. clumsily, you try to get it off you, squirming when the warm indoors air meets your sweaty tank top. it feels soothing on your bare skin, though, ghosting over your shoulders and collarbone, hoodie now clinging to your elbows.
in the middle of the taxing endeavor, you almost fail to notice the presence of a certain someone, standing just a little farther away.Â
almost, because itâd be impossible for you to miss him, that heavy gaze of his.
and before you can think the thought to do anything else, youâve locked eyes with him â arms still tangled up in the wet sleeves of your hoodie, raindrops and sweat sticking to your skin.
(suguru takes a moment to look at you.)
not daring to say anything, afraid to part your lips, you simply stand there. in silence, like a deer in headlights. for some reason, you canât really read his expression â youâre a little too tired, a little too caught off guard.
you can only blink, worry surely evident in your furrowed brows, as the seconds tick on and on. tense, tense, tense.
and then heâs walking away again.Â
crestfallen. thatâs probably the best way to describe how you feel right now, watching him disappear around the corner. dejected, as your eyes fall to the floor, and your posture wilts like a dying rose. you finally shake off your hoodie and watch it fall to the floor with a gross, wet plap.
it hurts. you want to cry. you canât help it. even though a part of you is still upset, even though a part of you fully expected this to happenâŠÂ
another part was still hoping heâd be happy to see you. as if just seeing his smile again mightâve fixed everything.
but he didnât even give you that.
thatâs that, then. thereâs nothing you can do except proceed with your original plan. youâll change into some warm, dry clothes, and go to sleep on the couch like the miserable dog you are. youâll leave everything troublesome and disheartening for tomorrowâs you to handle.Â
for now, you just have to worry about getting some sleep. you donât have to think about suguru, or his cold voice, or the way he just walked away without saying anything.Â
you donât have to think about him at all.Â
(donât think. donât think. donât â)
â the soft patter of footsteps breaks you out of your anxious spiral. they come closer and closer, until a certain silhouette enters your vision out of the corner of your eye.
a certain suguru geto, hair down and cascading past his shoulders, wearing a comfortable sweater and loose sweatpants with a fluffy towel in tow.
once again, you can only blink. a vaguely confused deer in headlights. suguru comes closer and closer, until you can clearly see his eyes, amber gold, full of an emotion you finally manage to identify â
worry.
(ah.)
before you can say anything, heâs draped the towel around you. it feels nice, a soft texture on your skin, big enough to engulf you completely, cocooning you. cozy and snug. you canât help but melt a little when suguru places his big hand over the towel and smooths it over your cheek, drying off your skin so gently that you feel like crying again.
âare you cold?â he asks, concern evident in his voice. to your immense relief, it sounds nowhere near as scary as before. âyouâre soakedâŠâ
suguru almost seems to be pouting, bottom lip jutting out the slightest bit, eyebrows furrowed softly. still rubbing the raindrops off your skin. he looks awfully troubled, undeniably anxious, and the way heâs caressing your skin feels so earnestly caring. the towel feels warm, like he went the extra mile to heat it up for you.
and, more than anything, the feeling of suguruâs big hands cupping your face is almost heavenly. even though the touch is indirect, you canât help but bask in his warmth, almost desperate to cling to it after escaping from the harsh cold of the rain. like he could slip away and leave you again if you donât stay perfectly still, just like this.
itâs soothing. so, so soothing. but it also makes you feel kind of meek.
you sound sheepish when you answer, voice a little hoarse after your grueling walk. throat dry from all the crying. ânah, âm fineâŠâ
the words are tiny, fragile like pieces of glass, and they only make suguruâs brows furrow further, pout turning into a soft frown as he gazes down at you.
(he hates how small you look. like youâre curling in on yourself.)
as soon as you left the apartment, a wave of regret washed over him. it was expected, obviously, because thatâs what always happens after the two of you argue â which is almost never, which only makes the cut in his heart run deeper.Â
he felt frustrated. and tired, so tired. but when he saw your troubled expression, the way your eyes watered slightly before you rushed outâŠ
he could only feel guilty.
and that sensation only deepened as he sat on the couch and spiraled, over the course of forty long minutes, playing the interaction back inside his head. over and over, thinking about your words, his words, some of which he desperately wishes he could take back.Â
and when it started raining? suguru could only feel regret, hot and ugly, dragging him into his own thoughts. could only drown in his worries, look out the window anxiously. thinking of you, his sweet baby, stuck under the onslaught of dark clouds and lightning strikes and heavy rain.
(you didnât bring an umbrella.)
suguru waited. that was all he could do.Â
he didnât think it was possible for him to feel so useless. fighting with himself, the part of him that wanted to give you the space you needed clashing with the part that yearned to run after you â scoop you up and apologize, hold you tight and protect you from the rainfall. you werenât answering his calls, and he didnât want to overwhelm you, didnât want to make you feel even worse. afraid to scare you off for good.
so he could only sit there and worry, sit there and wait, wallow in his own shame until he heard the faintest sound of the front door unlocking. followed by the sound of it creaking open, slowly â and that was all he needed.Â
and there you were. standing by the entrance, entirely soaked, tank top sticking to your skin and that flimsy hoodie hanging off your arms, cheeks a little red from the cold and strands of hair sticking to your skin.
like a tiny kitten left out in the rain.
it made him feel so painfully anxious. his heart aching so deeply, so viscerally, while all he could think about was smothering you in affection. taking care of you, like he always wants to do, needs to do to stay sane. so suguru left, to go grab something to dry you off with â
and now heâs here. in front of you, smothering you with the towel rather than his love, fretting over you like an overprotective mother.Â
suguru yearns to soothe you. to take care of you. always, always, always, his hands on your skin and lidded amber eyes staring deeply into yours. offering himself like a shelter to a stray dog, hoping so tenderly that youâll take the bait.
(he just wants you to feel safe with him again.)
so he stumbles for something, anything to say, afraid of overstepping or making you uncomfortable. you did just argue, and suguru was anything but patient with you. usually he would be; heâd make sure to be. but with work piling up, and exhaustion clinging to every pore of his skinâŠ
he failed at maintaining his composure.
he needs to make it up to you. despite everything â even though he feels a little awkward, a little restless, still drowning a little in shame â he just wants to tend to you. that, and nothing more.
âhang on,â he exhales, stepping back and letting go of the towel. âiâll go draw you a bathâŠâ
âah â no need,â you smile, a little forced, swiftly reassuring him. he can tell you donât really know how to act after everything that happened; still walking on eggshells. âiâll just take a quick shower.â
suguru wants to protest, wants to coax you into taking a proper bath, into letting your cold skin and aching bones relax completely â
but he can only hum, a little unsure. a little sad.Â
â⊠okay. got it.â
perplexed, he tries his hand at another tactic. still so desperate to take care of you in whatever way youâll allow, like always, but he thinks itâs worse now. even more desperate, after the fight you had, after seeing your frail, shivering self. resisting the urge to scoop you up and coddle you is a struggle.
âi can make you tea?â he tries, inwardly wincing at the way the words spill from his lips; uncertain, awkward. what a mess.
but you smile, slightly more genuinely this time, a soft little thing. it soothes some of the anxiety rotting through his ribs.
âtea would be great, thank you.â
you brush past him, warm towel still hanging off your shoulders. âiâll just take a shower in the meantime,â you murmur, and suguru can do nothing but nod, watching you go.Â
he swallows thickly.
(thatâs that, then.)
tea. right. what kind of tea? something warm, and soothing, and good for your throat. chamomile? peppermint? heâll add a spoon of honey, just the way you like.
suguruâs mind spins in circles while his feet take him to the kitchen, hands swiftly rummaging through cabinets and getting the electric kettle ready. placing teacups and a teapot on the table, cute little floral designs he couldnât help but fill your kitchen with. pouring hot peppermint tea into the pot, a strong scent drifting through the kitchen, drowning his senses in bliss.
caught up in his own head, losing track of time, suguru fails to notice you walking from the bathroom â stopping by the threshold of the kitchen, hesitant to make your presence known. a few silent moments pass. with a tiny inhale, mint invading your senses, you take a step forward. calm and sleepy, skin still pleasantly hot from the warm shower, hair still a little damp.
only then does suguru notice you, his gaze drifting to your figure as if instinctively drawn to it.
youâre clad in some comfortable sweatpants, and an oversized hoodie â his hoodie, the one with the unreasonably soft texture, the one you tend to gravitate towards â the one he likes to see you in the most, because you always look so thoroughly comfy in it. almost drowning in the fabric.Â
seeing you all warm and cozy, in his clothing no less, sends a tremor of pure warmth running through suguruâs chest. sprouting in his heart and spreading throughout his entire body. he canât bring himself to resist the soft curl of his lips, gazing at you so fondly heâs almost sure you notice it.
âi made peppermint,â he says, a little breathless, already pouring boiling tea into two cups on the table. âthat okay?â
âyeah,â you answer, instantaneous. stifling a yawn. youâd have been fine with anything, really.
the shower worked wonders for your muddled mind; chasing away the shivers down your spine, that unpleasant chill to your skin. most importantly, it gave you a moment to simply relax, to bask in the peace and quiet. feel the hot water surround you, melt your bones like softened clay. you feel a little better, now. still anxious, more than a little sleepy, but better. and right now, thatâs all you need.Â
with a groggy kind of pep in your step, you stumble over to the kitchen table, plopping down on the chair across from where suguru is sitting. trying to get comfortable, knees pressed against your chest, muttering a soft thank you while gingerly touching the rim of the cup.
(suguru frowns, just barely, at the sight. usually youâd sit right next to him. but now youâre in front of him, so very far â as if youâre strangers.
it breaks his heart, a little bit.)
a soft hum leaves your lips when you take a sip of the tea â all warm and comforting and minty on your tongue, a vague taste of something sweet. itâs relaxing, more than anything, and it makes you feel a little more okay with everything.
suguru only watches you, drinking absentmindedly from his own cup. not really tasting anything.
finally, he opts to clear his throat â and your attention falls on him instantly.
âhey,â he starts, ready to address the elephant in the room. his voice is gentle, but decisive, firm somehow. âabout beforeâŠâ
your body tenses, ever so slightly, fingers uncurling around the handle of the teacup. thereâs a kind of shift in the air around you, in suguruâs tone of voice â and you were expecting it, waiting for it anxiously, but that doesnât make it any less harrowing.
here it comes, your mind seems to sing. here comes the moment everything shatters again.
with as much strength as you can muster, you smile. a little sheepish, just a tad forced, refusing to meet his eyes from across the table. staring into the murky green of your cup and hoping in vain that you can somehow escape this discomfort.Â
(you just want to rest. you just want to not have to think about anything.)
âitâs fine, suguru,â you cut him off. softly, but thereâs a certain tilt to your voice that strikes him as rather cold. âwe can just drop it.â
the decision in his eyes doesnât waver. you look meek, awfully troubled, and he hates to force you into another discussion when youâre undoubtedly tired â but suguruâs mind is set. heâs been evasive enough, today.
âno. i want to talk about it properly.â
at that, you seem to deflate a little. suguru is nothing if not stubborn, a quality that always manages to coexist with his gentleness, his desire to be a good partner for you. you can tell he wonât allow you to wriggle away, now that youâre both finally calm. heâs not doing it to exhaust you, not doing it to gain some sort of satisfaction out of âwinningâ the argument â heâs doing it because he knows itâs the right thing to do. even if it makes you both a little uncomfortable.
communication is important, immensely so. suguru knows it very well.
and you do, too.
so all you do is curl into yourself, shifting in your seat, allowing him to speak his mind and sipping quietly on your tea. biting back a disgruntled huff, gaze lingering on the tablecloth, little calico cats etched into the fabric. he wanted one with yellow stripes, but still bought this one just for you. just like the ugly matching couple mugs you forced him into buying, the green colour of your kitchen wallpaper. he always places you before himself.
(all you wanted was to change that. just for a night, if nothing else. and he got mad at you for it.)
suguru sighs. it sounds fatigued, not frustrated or disappointed. he runs a hand through his hair, and you canât help but follow the movement, the soft silky strands and the way he smooths them over. practiced, familiar, absentminded. you could watch him do it forever.
âi had a lot of time to think while you were gone,â he begins, recalling the mental gymnastics he went through while you were away. just sitting on the couch and running himself ragged, trying to be impartial, trying to see your point of view without letting his own bias get in the way.
you sink a little further into the chair, eyes downcast. inhaling the scent of peppermint, trying to prepare yourself for what he might say, the ways this could all go wrong.
âand i realized that you were right.â
âŠ
you blink. once, then twice.
hesitantly, you raise your head, searching for suguruâs gaze. he isnât looking at you, staring out at the rainfall through the window as if in deep thought. his gaze shifts to meet yours, and something soft flickers through his golden eyes.
he looks troubled, though. trying to find the right words, mind clouded by guilt. chewing at his bottom lip anxiously.
it takes him a moment to gather his thoughts, to weigh the words in his mind, just to make sure he gets them across as smoothly as possible. heâs had more than enough time to verbalize his feelings, to think about what he wants to say to you. it was all he could do while he waited.Â
so his voice is earnest, when he continues, sincerely apologetic and thought out.
âiâm always telling you not to overwork yourself. and here i am, doing the same thingâŠâ another sigh. âyou were just worried. i shouldnât have lashed out â you didnât deserve that.â
suguru searches for your gaze, and manages to find it. you falter a little under the weight of his eyes, but theyâre warm, remorseful. a setting sun.
âiâm sorry.â
a moment of silence passes. then two. three, five. you look down at your cup, the purple hyacinths etched into the porcelain. crumbling under his gaze, at the sound of his genuine apology.Â
and suddenly, you feel silly â silly for being so scared, for thinking suguru might still be angry with you. for thinking he wouldnât spend as much time as needed to properly think about your words, your feelings, even if he might not have been ready to do so when he first heard them.
suguru can be stubborn, if heâs convinced that heâs in the right. but he always, always seeks you out eventually, always makes sure to genuinely look at things from your perspective.Â
and, really, it means everything. it means enough to wash away all your leftover irritation, from having him brush you off when you know you didnât do anything wrong. all the leftover sadness from being pushed away, from not being allowed to take care of him the way he always does for you.
suguru isnât perfect, but he tries harder than anyone you know. tries his very best to be as close to perfect as he can possibly get â for you, for the both of you. heâs considerate enough, mature enough to take the time he needs to properly communicate. thatâs how much he loves you.Â
and yes, doing so makes you a little uncomfortable. but when faced with something like that, someone so kind, who loves you like the rain loves the ground â how could you ever bear not to do the same?
â⊠itâs fine,â you start, softly. âmaybe i overreacted a bit. âs just ââ a gulp. youâre trying your best to verbalize your feelings, the way suguru just did, the way he always does.
and he waits, patiently. for as long as you need. looking at you from across the table softly, already immensely relieved at the lack of tension in the air.
âi donât like seeing you so tired. i know that your work is important, and i support you, butâŠâ your voice goes quiet, as you trail off, hoping heâll understand what you mean. âyou know.â
and suguru does. he does understand, he always will. so he hums.
âi know,â he murmurs, softly. âit wasnât an overreaction. i just didnât realize it myself. got too caught up in everything,â a sharp exhale leaves his lips. âitâs been⊠a long week. iâm not using that as an excuse, though.â
you listen attentively, eyes softening at his words. you can tell that he means it, that you finally got your message across. all you wanted was for him to take a break, to take care of himself.
to let you take care of him.
suguru continues. he makes it a point to look into your eyes as he speaks â a little intimidating, especially in a situation like this â but you know it reassures him, that it lets him know you really understand what heâs trying to say.Â
so you hold his gaze, as steady as you can, glancing down at his collarbone when it becomes just a little too much.
âiâm grateful that i have you,â he says, voice dripping with softness, gazing at you with a fondness that has you crumbling all over again. âand that you care enough to set me straight when i need it.â
and suguru means it. he means it more than anything else. not once has he ever stopped appreciating you, all the things you do for him; always so sweet and caring, even when itâs subtle. this was no exception. youâre always worried, always looking out for him. he feels awful for getting so defensive. for pushing you away, when you were trying so earnestly to reach him.
but heâll make up for all of that, starting now.
âi mean it. i appreciate you so much, you have no idea â iâm so sorry if i made you think otherwise.â for a moment, his eyes look a little glassy, swimming in remorse. âi really, really am.â
(and when he looks at you like that, when he speaks so very gently â
how could you ever bear not to forgive him?)
you shift in your seat again. gazing down, chewing at your bottom lip. his honesty makes you falter, makes it hard for you not to do the same; even if your voice ends up sounding awfully tiny and awfully close to breaking apart.Â
â⊠i was just worried,â you mumble, meekly, shooing away any tears you have left with rapid blinks.Â
âi know,â suguru soothes. the smile on his face is genuine, comforting, honey and peppermint and warmth. âi was being immature. you were right â iâve been burning myself out.â
you donât say anything. only letting his words console you, feeling yourself relax at the sound of him opening up a little. just enough to make everything all better again.
âi was thinking of taking tomorrow off,â he continues, searching for your timid gaze and smiling gently once he finds it. âwhat do you say?â
you brighten a little, so obvious in the way you sit up straighter, the way something soft and hopeful blossoms in the scope of your iris. the sight coaxes suguruâs patient smile into widening a smidge, his eyes crinkling at your barely contained excitement.
âthatâd be niceâŠâ you murmur, averting your gaze once more. but suguru can tell you like the sound of that, that itâs exactly what would finally put your anxious mind at ease.
a smile, bright and fond. suguru opens his arms.Â
âthen i will.â
for a moment, you simply stare. at him, his outstretched limbs â that soft smile, as he waits for you to get the hint. and you blink.Â
oh.Â
you look down at your lap. a little sheepish, almost shy. it takes you another moment to raise your head, again, only to see another gentle flicker in suguruâs eyes â and then you finally get up from your seat.
it feels a little strange. a little awkward, as if some of your bones still canât help but tread on eggshells, afraid of making him upset again. but itâs suguru, and he loves you, and his arms are waiting patiently to hold you.
and you want that more than anything.Â
so you fall into his arms, softly, curling up in his lap and wrapping your arms around his waist. suguru has one hand on the back of your head and the other on the small of your back, rubbing comforting circles into your spine to make you relax.
it works wonders. despite your initial hesitance, you melt into the embrace without putting up a fuss â happy to be in his arms again, to feel the anxiety dissipate when you realize that everythingâs finally alright.
and suguru is just as happy, just as content. breathing out a sigh of relief he didnât know he was holding. he strokes your hair lovingly, and you nuzzle into him a little more; making his lips quirk up, eyes filling with adoration. finally, he can relax. having you in his arms feels so soothing. and youâre so sweet, curling into him, seeking comfort and warmth that heâs more than happy to provide.
how long has it been since he had a chance to hold you like this? he made sure to be affectionate whenever he could, before leaving for work and after coming back â but in the midst of all the paperwork and stressâŠ
suguru sighs, a little sadder this time, watching you bask in the attention he had been robbing you of this whole time. without even realizing it.
âand iâm sorry for neglecting you, too,â he murmurs, barely above a whisper. muffled by your hair as he presses a kiss against the crown of your head.
that certainly gets your attention.
âneglecting me?â you sputter, eyes suddenly wide open and lips parted in disbelief. flustered, heat rushing to your neck and ears. âwha â what am i, some high-maintenance puppy? you didnât neglect me.â
suguru only chuckles, biting back a soft coo that he knows would only fluster you more. instead, he pulls away a little, just to look at you, and pecks your forehead softly.
âwell, iâm sorry for not being around much, then. iâll make it up to you. okay?â
hiding away in his collarbone, again, you mutter a soft okay that has suguruâs heart squeezing in his chest. he cradles you close, engulfs you in his embrace, and hopes you can feel his love through the action. hopes you can feel it in the way his arms fit around you like they were always meant to be right there.
and you do feel his love. feel it smooth away the leftover turmoil in your brain, caress your skin softly. itâs soothing, and comforting, and you feel so incredibly safe. here, in suguruâs embrace, with the sound of rain hitting the window and the scent of peppermint wafting through the kitchen â itâd be impossible not to relax.
before you know it, your eyelids have fluttered shut, breathing softening out and heartbeat slowing down. a peaceful rhythm, carrying you away. suguru notices it before you do.
âyou sleeping, baby?â
you jolt a little in his arms â murmuring something unintelligible into his neck, and he only chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest like a soothing thunderstorm.
âcâmon. letâs get you to bed, hm?âÂ
suguru smooths a hand down your back, arms tightening around you before he scoops you up and gets up from his seat. âthere we go,â he hums, helping you hike your legs around his waist. âyou can sleep, angel. iâve got you.â
your arms tighten around him, and you inhale his scent; grounding and comforting, raindrops and roses. tomorrow you can bask in it properly, can take care of him properly. youâll coddle him all day.
but for now, you need to get some rest.
allowing your senses to dull away, clinging to suguru like a makeshift pillow, you absently listen to the storm still raging on outside. faraway, cold and harsh, but comforting when youâre in his steady grasp.
a yawn escapes your honey-soothed throat.
you donât miss the i love you murmured into your ear, accompanying you into dreamland as your eyes flutter shut.
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"i'm outside."
why is that text always terrifying to receive? it's the quickest way to make your heart fall to your ass in milliseconds. you can't help but roll your eyes and suck your teeth because he's too early, or maybe you were too late. it's only nine thirty so you're confused why he's here already. dropping the puffy makeup brush in your hand, you stand up from your brightly lit royal vanity with intricate carvings in the pearl-toned wood. slipping your painted white toes into a pair of hot pink teddy bear slides to make your way out of your bedroom and towards the front door for this asshole.Â
eren gets smacked in the face with your prettiness the minute you open your door, smelling like marshmallows and looking like a fucking bratz doll. your beauty stuns him every time. the six-foot-three man before you rests his weight against the wall on the outside, one arm stretched above as he leans over you with a wicked smile on his deadly gorgeous face. he's wearing a white graphic tee with pink graffiti spray painted on reading killer alongside a lavender nissan 350z. it's old merch connie was testing for his line. he also makes eren's shirts for his auto shop.Â
eren's also attired in black slim jeans and beat up 550 new balances, his signature racing shoes. his silver chain on his neck dangling as he kisses your forehead, the move so slick. you've noticed he liked to touch you a lot, give little indications of affection. kissing your hand, your cheek, your face overall. he grabbed your ass a lot, and it's so excessive you have to give him a hard swat and a death glare to actually make him stop.Â
"hello, eren," the way you say it has annoyance laced in it. turning away from him and walking away with that salacious sway your hips have. eren tongues his inner cheek, chuckling as he enters your home and shuts the door. he forgets how quick you walk, literally speed walking to your room since by the time he gets there you're already back on your powdered white tufted ottoman doing your makeup. riiverdance by beyoncĂ© plays softly from the small speaker you kept on your windowsill so the music travels better.Â
"damn, i can't get no kiss? you fussy with me already." eren remarks, looking below him to see the fluffy black cat brushing up against his leg, scooping her up with one hand and petting her as he takes a seat on your bed.Â
"no. . aht aht! outside clothes, off the bed!" you're snapping your fingers at him as if he's your cat, eren swiftly raising his ass off your bed, blinking slow.Â
"where am i supposed to sit, woman?"Â
"the floor like always."
"tryna get cat hair on my shit," eren sucks his teeth, sinking down to the ground and groaning when your cat scrambles to get out of his hold, never liked being touched for long periods of time.Â
"you literally decided to pick her up knowing you're wearing white. that's your fault."Â
you were right but he couldn't resist holding her. that's his daughter. he's not giving you the satisfaction of being right though. manspreading, eren cocks his head to the side to watch you closely. you can see his entire reflection in your mirror, quickly glancing his way and ignoring the way he slowly licks his lips and knocks his legs in and out, unbeknownst to you, to chill his dick.Â
"so fuckin' gorgeous," eren smiles, those bright white teeth making you wanna fold immediately. eren loved watching you do your makeup. eyes softening for you. he found it so mesmerizing. you surely didn't need it but it made you happy so it makes him happy. "you wearin' that white on your waterline like i like. that jus' f'me?"
you pucker your lips. "mhm, nah. i just like it. i do nothing for your gratification."
"ouch," eren holds his tatted hand to his chest, shock overcoming his features. "keep hurtin' my feelings like that 'n your ass won't have a ride tonight. or no food."
that last line alarms you more than anything. one thing you didn't play about, and he knows this especially. . . is your hunger. you honestly haven't eaten much all day. working a shift at the hospital and only having a salad on your break wasn't filling at all. you all talked in your group chat about how saturday's the perfect day to go drifting tonight and grab some chinese at your favorite restaurant in town. your check hadn't hit yet but eren being him since he likes you so damn much offered to pay for you. you declined, as usual, but he didn't give a fuck about what you said, you were coming either way. to be honest, he missed your little sweet ass. a lot. you've been working mostly overnight shifts, being a SPT wasn't for the weak. and he's been busy at the shop fixing and selling cars. your days apart, aside from texting and facetiming made him want to be in your presence. he felt complete with you. you had to know that.
"if you gonna play with me about my food then ima just head to bed right now and starve," you basically threaten him. eren hated when you don't eat enough, makes dumb jokes about how you'll 'lose those thick ass hips of yours.' the boy will make it his mission to grab you something quick. he's your food and weed dealer. also your personal chauffeur, absolutely loving when you're his passenger princess.
"don't be fuckinâ dramatic, brat. i'm playin'. you know i got you," he stands back to his feet to come by you, pressing his midsection to your backside, where you can also feel the outline of his dick, trying your best to ignore the way it makes your face heat up. teasingly, he starts sliding his warm hands over your shoulders and down to your waist. cautiously, you eye him, having a hot wave of panic hit you when he begins tickling your left side. your most sensitive side, mind you. you screech and twist your body into a curling position trying to escape his attack.Â
"eren! get the fuck off me, bro!" he's laughing hard at your attempt to twist and yank away from his grasp, screeching and biting his arm which he flinches from and moves away.Â
âoww, fuckinâ gremlin,â he hisses dramatically, as if youâd stabbed him. ânext time smile when you see me at that fuckin' door. gimme a 'hey, daddy' with it, too. it'll make my dick jump."
"your dick jumps for me enough."
erenâs eyes meets yours in the reflection of your vanity mirror. he shrugs nonchalantly, a devilish grin spreading across his face.
âwell,â he begins, dragging the word out as he takes a step closer to you again. âyou wanna see it?âÂ
you roll your eyes, his voice dropping lower, becoming more intense as he continues. âknow you wanna see it again.âÂ
âsays who?â you raise your brow, testing him.Â
by again, he means accidentally when he was showering at your place and forgot to grab his boxers before he went inside your bathroom, thinking you were sleep when you were in fact up reading on your phone. wanting to laugh at the memory of him turning red in the face and trying his best to shield his dick with his hands. making a snide comment about how badly you wanted to stare at it.Â
âyou heard me,â he states simply, his gaze never leaving yours in the mirror. he's leaning directly over you, forehead nearly touching yours. his presence is overwhelming, filling the small room with his raw masculinity. this is a regular thing by the way. his constant teasing. waiting for you to let up.Â
âokay, daddy,â you grin mischievously.
âmhm,â he kisses his teeth, and at the same moment his phone vibrates in his pocket. eren fishes for it, checking a text from connie.Â
"connieâs outside, you done?âÂ
âyou rushing me now? i donât like this rennie tonight,â you tsk, shaking your finger like a disappointment mother. standing to your feet, you brush out the curls in your head by running your fingertips through them.Â
you do look so pretty tonight. wearing an oversized pink greenbay packers jersey with a flowy white mini skirt, eren watching as you enter your walk in closet to fish for some white socks to scrunch at your ankle, and the same pair of sneakers he currently wore. my little twin.Â
âsorry, iâll be on my best behavior.âÂ
you smile, standing on your tiptoes and pinching his cheek, eren liking the view a bit too much, trying to fight the urge to grab your hips and pull you close. âsuch a good boy. now, letâs go!âÂ
âwait, i want a kiss, wife,â eren smiled, trying to lean in before you pull away and shove your hand in his face.Â
âleave me alone, pervert!âÂ
connieâs goal tonight was to show off the enhancements he added to his neon green scion frs, the car humming outside of your house when you go to say hello to him. he mentions that heâs going to swing by to pick up his girlfriend before he meets the two of you there. she didnât live too far so he was able to make it before you two did, eren always having to make a mental note not to drive like a dickhead when youâre in the car. knowing your nerves are bad. theyâve gotten slightly better though since youâre with him all the time.Â
you loved drift meet upâs because it was a free car show to see all the cool ass cars, most of the models popular in japan. men and women in groups drinking and bumping music as they interact. itâs illegal as hell where you live but sometimes everyoneâs able to get away with it if they donât act too much like jackasses. this spot was mostly secluded from open roads or police.Â
eren walks alongside you, his arm loosely draped around your shoulders as you both make your way to the forefront where cars currently span in action. his car wasnât parked too far, planning on performing a show himself in a little. the adrenaline pumping through the crowd as drivers send their vehicles skidding around corners and spinning donuts in the dirt your favorite, and his. connie arrives not too long after, eren going up to talk to him before youâre locked in, excited for him.Â
âi need to teach you how to drift one of these days. i gotta see your pretty ass behind a nissan 240sx or sum,â he says, pulling you closer into his side so you can hear him over the noise.Â
âthatâs specific,â you laugh, looking up at him while chewing your gum, rocking with him.Â
eren grins down at you, his hand tightening slightly around your shoulder as he pulls you closer to him. âwhat can i say? i have a type.âÂ
âyou sure do,â your voice trails off, focused on connieâs loud car screeching and swinging before the crowd around you. cheers vibrating your ears like a concert. the feeling like a movie. you donât notice that eren keeps his eyes on you the whole time, admiring you as you jump, clap, and scream from excitement. pulling your phone out to record your friend.Â
removing yourself from his arm, you notice the cars currently in the circle beginning to depart and make way for others. âconâs!â
eren shakes his head as he watches you bolt towards connieâs car, jumping up and down like a kid, bending low to give him a high five. âthat was fucking awesome!âÂ
âyeah, fuck with me!â he continues to slap his palm with yours. you look over to his girlfriend in the passenger seat, reaching over to twinkle fingers.Â
âhey girly!â luna smiles, tucking her long dark hair behind her ear since it blew everywhere from the wind.Â
âhiii!â you giggle.Â
âshit was good, i taught you well,â eren approaches, their heavy hands interacting, shaking before snapping their fingers.Â
âyea, whatever. you always want full credit, asshole,â connie sucks his teeth.Â
âoh my god, we should totally drift each other!â luna suggests. connie whips his head in her direction.Â
âwhaâwho said you driving my car?â connie blinks, flabbergasted.Â
luna goes to hit his arm playfully. âcabrona, i meant she can get in the car with eren and yall do yall lilâ thingy thing.âÂ
âoooo, yayyy!â you approve instantly, clapping your hands together and turning to eren with puppy eyes. âoh, please?! i wanna shotgun!âÂ
âbe my guest, sweetheart. but donât try to hang your head out the window again like a damn dog, or else,â his voice drops low, a warning lacing his words as he gives you a knowing look.
âmhm, i make no promises,â you wink, racing towards his car.Â
connie laughs at erenâs strained face, his friend knowing deep down he loved it. connie knew a lot you didnât know. like the fact that erenâs madly in love with you, and has been ever since freshman year of high school. itâs not secret to anyone, really. as eren approaches his parked car you bounced impatiently beside, he opens the passenger door for you, gesturing for you to climb in before walking over to the driver's seat. the interior of his black r34 gtr is pristine, everything from the leather seats to the carbon fiber accents shining under the sunlight. you loved when he picked you up just to take you for a ride. he works on cars practically all day given he owns an auto shop, detailing and adding enhancements being his daily thing.
heâs getting his hands dirty and his mind fried from mechanical work. he customized this car to make it his own, his name written in japanese on the right corner of front window, a front spoiler splitter, apexi gt specthe which makes his exhaust sound like fucking gunshots, which terrifies you. on top of detailing the body of the car with giant dragons painted silver on either side of the vehicle. standing out to the crowd uniquely.Â
eren makes his way inside of the vehicle, big hands gripping the steering wheel as he adjusts his legs in his seat, your eyes locking there momentarily before he inserts his key into the ignition, firing up the extremely loud engine. an anxious smile shows on your face once you see everyone yelling over the power of his car, having been in it a million times, you still hated the sound, triggering your sensory overload. but, you loved the thrill. swallowing, you turn to him, balling up his shirt on his hip to grab his attention.Â
âpromise me youâll be safe,â you look up at him, worried.
a soft smile tugs at his lips as he sees the concern in your eyes. he reaches out, brushing a stray curl of hair from your face with his thumb. âdon't worry, princess. i'll take care of both you and my baby here.âÂ
âiâm trusting you,â you whisper, biting your lip. âdonât hit anybody, i donât need you going to jail. and please donât hit connie, because he will kill you if you fuck up his car.âÂ
eren smirks, his hand dropping from your face to gently cradle the back of your neck. his grip is firm yet tender. ânow whyâd i risk traumatizing my girl like that?âÂ
you suck your teeth and pull away from him, crossing your arms. he only sets his hand on your thigh now, and you let him. âarenât you going to start driving?âÂ
eren laughs heartily, his hand tightening around your thigh as he does. he revs the engine, feeling the power beneath them rumble in anticipation. his eyes flash dangerously in the dim light of the cars. âpromise me something, too?âÂ
âwhat?â
âweâll finish playing mommy and daddy when we get home?â he grins.Â
âoh please, you know you canât handle me,â you tease. such a bad habit you two have. joking too damn much. but by this point, from his end especially, youâre aware none of it is a joke.Â
eren raised a brow, feeling threatened. âoh, i canât?âÂ
ânope. and youâre too scared to admit it,â you taunt, fluttering a kiss in his direction.Â
âmhm,â eren kisses his teeth, he gives a curt nod, as if making a mental note. âima hold you to that.âÂ
âdrive the damn car, eren.âÂ
ignoring the warmth in your chest from his flirting, he finally shifts the car into gear. with a roar of the engine, he accelerates onto the street, leaving behind a cloud of smoke. malice at the palace by BONES is bumping through the stereo system as eren expertly maneuvers his car around the road, each turn and drift executed with precision. the sound of the engine reverberating through the car sends a rush of adrenaline through him. you hated to admit how fucking good he looked right now, your hand gripping onto his bicep as you giggle each time he executes a perfect drift, tires screeching, watching connieâs car across from his spin around each other. part of him hopes to impress you. and clearly he has by the huge smile on your face. youâre like a kid in a candy shop, eyes lit up.Â
âiâm doing it!â you yell, eren watching as you climb up on your seat, skirt rising from the wind blowing, your ass hanging out making his eyes go wide.Â
âê°âĄê±, sit your ass down.â
âwoo!â itâs too late, now youâre banging the palm of your hand on the outside of the door, staring at others who hollered back at you, your curls flying in the wind. the people screaming and cheering louder the more you raised your upper body outside of the window, being sure to secure yourself. erenâs hand instinctively clutch onto your ankle.Â
âgoddamit,â he groans, but couldnât help the feeling in his heart from your pure laughter. youâre enjoying yourself, that makes him happy. but your safety is important. given that, he slows down just enough so that it feels safe for you not to jolt and fall out of the car. despite your reckless act, he couldnât help but marvel at how fearless you truly are.
connieâs car slides vertically next to erenâs, taking your chance to reach out and graze your fingers with lunaâs as she leans her body outside of the window like you do, the two of you screaming like fans of your favorite superstar. the adrenaline pumping through your veins is exhilarating.Â
erenâs hitting on the brakes, causing the tires to yell and the car to skid sideways. with a swift move of his foot on the gas pedal, eren launches his car into a perfect 360-degree spin. the car gracefully arcs around its axis before smoothly coming back onto its original trajectory, all done. the world outside blurs into a whirlwind of colors and shapes as you scream into the wind, lowering your body to take your seat in your original position.Â
âthat was sooo fun!â the sound you make is the cutest, giggling and bouncing your legs, full of energy now. he adores the glint in your eyes, but he also couldnât hide the upset on his face.Â
âiâm sure. next time, listen to me when i say donât hang your body halfway out the fucking car. youâve never done that before, what if you flew out?â the sudden change in his tone takes you aback.Â
âi can take care of myself,â you retort, your defiant words making him clench his jaw.Â
ânot saying you canât. iâm telling you donât be so fuckinâ reckless,â his hand moves from the steering wheel to smooth down his face, keeping himself calm, despite the current situation being anything but serene. he doesnât mean to ruin your mood. surely didnât want to cause an argument. he just needed you to understand where he was coming from. âdonât die trying to show off.âÂ
âdonât die trying to protect me.âÂ
âê°âĄê± . . cut that big girl shit, seriously.âÂ
âarenât we meeting our friends to get food? letâs go.âÂ
connie did mention theyâd be grabbing food right after, eren clenching his jaw and pulling his attention away from you. he tries not to keep you at these events for too long, sometimes things get rowdy and guns are drawn and he wouldnât allow either of you to be around that. shifting his car back into drive, he pulls away from the scene to trail behind connie. you hated the current silence of the car, picking up your phone to distract yourself from any conversation. as you pull up next to your group, onyankopon popping up a minute after, eren kills the engine and opens his door with ease. he rounds the car, opening the door for you. you give a quiet âthanksâ before speed walking away to luna. eren sighs deeply, sucking his teeth and locking his car, pulling a puff bar from his pocket and leaning against his vehicle to calm himself for a minute.Â
âyou okay? you look sad?â luna frowns as she holds your hand, ready to cross the street to enter the chinese restaurant.Â
you make an awkward expression, not really wanting to make it a big deal. ânothing, iâm just hungry! also kind of have a headache from the whiplash.âÂ
glancing beside you, you see eren approaching onyankopon, shoving his keys into his pocket while simultaneously colliding their hands for a handshake, hearing the small âyo, wassupâ from the pair before you turn your head away, luna pulling you along with her. the five of you find a booth inside of the almost empty restaurant given its close to closing, being one oâclock in the morning and all. you take the time to catch up with luna since sheâs been busy with esthetician classes and try your best to avoid eren . . even if heâs sitting directly next to you. this act can only go for so long before the two of you catch glances repeatedly, still making little interactions with the group together if you had to. you didnât want everyone knowing that you two had a small fight. was it really a fight? you were fine, at least thatâs what you liked to tell yourself.Â
time passes and onyankopon is the first to leave, mentioning he has to get up early for work and saying his goodbyes. that leaves luna and connie to cuddle up next to one another in the booth, your eyes studying the way his arm is draped around her shoulder while he listens intently on everything she says, bopping her nose with his finger as she giggles cutely. you smile faintly, looking down at the food youâre playing with at this point with your chopsticks.Â
eren glances at you as he finishes his plate, a finger pressed to his temple as he leans his elbow on the table. you feel his glare, turning his way to see what he wanted. his eyes holding a certain intensity that only you seem to understand. âcome take a ride with me.âÂ
you continue to fiddle with your chopsticks, swallowing air. âwhere are we going?âÂ
âi need to talk to you about something.âÂ
youâve dreaded this. unsure of what was going to come from him when you two were alone. youâre not sure if heâs still mad about earlier, his reaction when luna brought up your car moment laced with irritation, like he wanted nothing to do with it. honestly, there was nothing more to talk about. he knows you donât like confrontation, so you hoped he wouldnât make an entire conversation about why he feels the way he does. a simple apology shouldâve sufficed. the anxiety is pumping through you now, wanting to groan from his seriousness. one thing youâve learned about eren was that he was big on communication. if something bothered him or he felt like certain things needed to be talked about, heâd take that chance to fix it. when heâs serious about something, it gave you goosebumps.Â
his gaze lingers on yours, the flickering candlelight on the table casting an enchanting glow on his features. you swallow, nodding. âokay.âÂ
âweâre gonna go,â you grab the couples attention across the booth, connie and luna sitting up the moment you and eren stand.Â
âawe, okay boo! it was nice seeing yâall,â luna waves to both of you. erenâs patting his pocket for his keys, pulling out his wallet to set cash on the table for the both of you.Â
eren smiles. âyou too, love. iâll see you tomorrow, con.âÂ
âbet, see you. yâall be safe.âÂ
the car shifts into gear and pulls out onto the quiet street, the sound of heavy wind encasing the vehicle the only thing you could hear, blurring out the world. eren drove possibly fifteen minutes to a spot only the two of you go to. itâs secluded, parked under a giant tree in a grass field high on a hill that overlooked the city night. itâs surely a romantic destination. the two of you go here whenever you need to rant about life or just escape. itâs been your spot since high school. the slow melody of rnb fills the interior, creating an intimate atmosphere. the two of you sit for a moment, eren fishing for his puff bar to take a few passes before you finally say something.Â
âcan i?â you ask, voice an almost hushed whisper. gesturing towards the object.Â
âyeah,â heâs handing it your way, clearing his throat before leaning back into his seat, smoothing both hands down his thighs before adjusting comfortably, closing his eyes momentarily.Â
eren takes a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair. âlemme start by saying iâm not mad at you.âÂ
you blink, shifting your body so all of your attention is on him so he feels important. you tend to stare off into nothingness during these moments.Â
âyes, are you stubborn as fuck and it pisses me off at times? absolutely. you know when it comes to you, shit like that makes me anxious. i have that urge to protect you, and itâs always been like that. so donât think iâm being immature by wanting to care for your safety. i know youâre grown, and you carry yourself well. but sometimes i need for you to just listen when i get gut feelings about shit.âÂ
âi know, and i apologize,â you reply almost instantly, the thought being on your mind the entire dinner, but unable to let the words pass. âi do appreciate how you care for me. i was just having fun and didnât want my mood to be ruined. it was dangerous, anything couldâve happened.âÂ
despite his uncertainty, there's no denying the sincerity in his gaze; a raw vulnerability that contrasts sharply against his usual confident demeanor. struggling to say whatâs really on his mind at the moment. âyou still have that bad habit of never wanting to be corrected.âÂ
âyeah,â you lower your head to your thighs, fiddling with the fabric of your skirt. âstill working on it. i tend to be too aggressive when i want to be right.âÂ
âiâm glad you understand. but, thatâs not what i wanted to talk to you about.âÂ
you look up. âwhat is it? did something happen?âÂ
eren takes another deep breath, steeling himself for what he's about to reveal. his gaze never leaving yours as he prepares to lay his heart bare. âlook . . iâm gâna be straightforward with you. i donât need you to take this as something that has to be figured out immediately. iâll give you the time and space you need to think on it if youâre feeling the opposite. but. .â
his cheeks flush slightly under your scrutinizing stare. itâs clear that whatever he's about to say is far from easy for him. heâs scaring you. âme and you, we been close since kids. i have love for you for life, but i need you to know that itâs been hard just being your friend. my emotions are consuming me, and being around you all the time is only making it more difficult. i see myself being with you, being in love with you. . for a long time now.âÂ
the confession hangs heavy in the air between you both; raw and vulnerable, yet undeniably true. his heart pounds loudly in his chest as he waits for your reaction, bracing himself for either acceptance or rejection. either way, heâd stand by what he felt. and if you didnât feel the same, it would hurt, but he would respect your boundaries. youâre unsure why youâre not . . surprised? heâs always been extremely affectionate with you, much more than a best friend should be. wasnât necessarily fond of seeing you with other men or hearing about who you slept with. you told each other everything. had sleepovers. shared beds, and at times when you fell asleep before him, heâd brush a finger along your cheek and admired your beauty.Â
"my dream is to get you that big ass loft you want with the tall glass windows that overlook the city. decorate it how you want, be my pretty fuckin housewife that gets to stay home and do whatever you want. shit, start your own business. i'll pay for it all. i'll take care of you. i want you to myself, always. never wanna leave you. wanna get your name tatted on me. kiss you all day. cuddle, watch your favorite movies and shitty supernatural tv shows. run you bubble baths 'n fuck you real good every time i come home. buy you that wolf gray kia k5 with pink interior you've been wantin'. send you on vacations. buy you all the sanrio plushies in the fuckin' world. want you to be mine, ê°âĄê±."
" eren. . . "
"i'll even learn how to cook for you, princess. 'n you know i'm bad as fuck at that shit," eren chuckles, raking his fingers through your hair. you laugh with him, tears in your eyes. "but i'll learn for you so i can always make you some authentic udon ramen or birria tacos, all that good shit you love. cause you're my girl 'n you deserve it all."
eren's hands move to rest on your hips, pulling you closer to him. his fingers trace small circles on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. his touch is gentle yet possessive. a tangible manifestation of the love he's been harboring for you. each stroke of his fingertips against your body feels like an exploration, a journey into the depths of your being that only he has access to.
âtalk to me,â he bites his lip, lips nearly brushing your own, unable to help the pure attraction towards you. itâs stronger than ever right now.Â
âi feel the same way,â you lean in, moaning from his touch, his hands on you all the time, though somehow now they make you weaker. âi just didnât want to ruin our friendship.â
erenâs breath hitches, a combination of shock and relief consuming him. âwhy the fuck would you think that?âÂ
your shoulders shrug shyly. âi donât know,â your voice drags quietly. âsometimes shit like that doesnât work for everybody. and we have a great friendship. i didnât want us being together to fuck up the vibe.âÂ
âwe not everyone,â he states, brushing a curl from your pretty face. âand we act like we date anyways. wouldnât be no different.â
you recepriocate the act, brushing a few brown strands of hair that fell in front of his face, locking eyes before your lips press against his in feverish kiss. his tongue parts your lips, exploring the warm cavern of your mouth with a passionate intensity. his hands roam freely over your body now, one tracing delicate patterns on your lower back while the other slips beneath your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin underneath. every touch is filled with desire and longing, a testament to the depth of his feelings for you. the heat in your face blows higher, as if the ache to kiss him was a distant dream. to finally taste him was something you hadnât known you needed. both of your hearts are pounding in your chests, every beat echoing the intensity of your feelings for each other.Â
âyou have no idea,â he whispers huskily, pecking your lips. you moan, body melting into his touch. you could slip through his fingers like puddy, this center console blocking you. âhow much i want you.âÂ
âshow me then.âÂ
erenâs eyes darken with desire. his hands slide down to grip your ass, climbing over the console to reach for the recliner on your seat, your flushed face heating up from the close proximity, his hair brush along the apples of your cheek, his smell intoxicating. you giggle when he goes to remove the headrest of the chair, banging his hand into the seat so itâs completely flat and youâre resting on your back. eren hovers completely over you, bringing his body to the passenger side, squeaking when you feel his hardness brush against your clit, a clear indication of just how much he wants you. taking your lip between his teeth, he gives it a playful nip before trailing hot kisses down your neck, going to capture your lips in another hot kiss, rolling his hips into yours making you gasp. you trail your hands underneath his black shirt, hands sliding up his broad backside.
âi need you,â you whimper, knees disconnecting to spread yourself for him, scooting higher up the seat. your desperation makes his control slip further.Â
âfuck,â he murmurs, voice thick with desire, tracing along the curve of your waist before dipping lower to tease at the hemline of your skirt. âyouâre making it hard for me to keep my shit together.âÂ
âlick me up,â you whimper, pushing your hips down so your core presses against the bulge in his jeans, eren keeping down the moan in his throat, studying you. your thumbs slip into the band of your skirt, trying to indicate that you wanted them off. âplease, mâdripping.â
âfuck,â he whispers again, this newfound sense of lust you had enrapturing him. âanything for you, baby.âÂ
his hands slip beneath your skirt to explore the softness of your thighs, smoothing over your ass as you raise your hips so itâs easier for him to pull off your skirt, his mouth watering at the bare sight of you wearing no panties. youâd slipped off your sneakers, the balls of your feet digging into his shoulder blades as he pushes you further up the chair for both of your comfortability, craning his neck between the plush of your heated thighs. he breathes in your scent, moaning into a kiss he places on your inner thigh.Â
âcâmonâah!â your breath is taken from you for your impatience, erenâs mouth circling around your clit for a quick feel before heâs lowering his tongue to taste all of you. locking his eyes with yours as you thread your fingers through his hair to push away, deciding to remove the hair tie from around your wrist to tie his hair onto the back of his head.Â
the taste of you on his lips drives him wild, craving this for years on end. eren groans from the sweet taste you leave on his fat tongue, his breath fanning over your sensitive flesh sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. eren growls in approval at your submission, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you closer to his mouth, swallowing down your clit, sucking on your pussy to hear you make those pretty noises heâs only heard once in his life. accidentally, of course. maybe catching you fucking yourself coming up the stairs without your knowledge, wanting to surprise you with food while the two of you studied for finals. heâs always kept that to himself, knowing youâd be extremely embarrassed by it. of course, he didnât know itâs because you couldnât stop thinking about what he wore in p.e; a black deftones muscle tank he cut as a crop top with gray sweatpants, his hair pulled into a manbun with his skin glistening in sweat from the insane weather out. dark ink around his skin making your mind run rapid.Â
he releases his mouth momentarily, popping off your clit lewdly to murmur, âyou are fuckinâ drippinâ.âÂ
your back arches into his embrace, craning your neck as you rock against his face, eren grinning wickedly at your muffled sound, his tongue delving deeper into your folds. he laps at your entrance, thriving for every drop. his hands move to spread your legs wider apart, giving him better access to feast on your needy cunt. you hum in ecstasy, the sensation from the metal ball of his tongue piercing flicking your clit, using it to tease and torment you. his dark eyes watching you like prey, squirming and gasping from every suck.Â
âfuck, baby,â he moans. âyouâre so sensitive.âÂ
his hands move to cradle your ass cheeks as he pushes your ass up to fuck his face better, pussy glistening under the moonlight. his tongue continues itâs relentless assault, curling and connecting his tongue with your aching cunt feverishly while suctioning his lips around your swollen clit. your hands stretch to grip onto the door handle, moaning when his hand goes to smack the back of your thigh. eren growls at your helpless moans, his tongue delving deeper into your slick folds, slithering inside of you to prep you. his hands pinning your legs wide allows him unrestricted access to your throbbing cunt.
âwet nâ pretty ass pussy, baby. so, so pretty. jusâ like you, right?â he groans against you, increasing the pressure on his tongue, thrusting it in and out of you rhythmically. his free hand moves to play with your clit, rolling the sensitive nub under his thumb as he devours your pussy.Â
without waiting for a response, he resumes his ministrations, his tongue plunging back into your dripping cunny while one hand continues to toy with your clit. his actions intensify as he listens to your desperate whimpers. his tongue laps at your slit greedily, drinking down every drop of your sweetness, thumb working overtime on your clit, rubbing up and down mercilessly.
âstick your fingers in me,â you whine, the brokenness in your tone only making his dick harder. heâd rather shove his dick in you, but he wouldnât deny what you pleaded for.Â
eren chuckles darkly at your plea, and within a second, his ring and index fingers are slipping inside of you, eren curling them upwards, searching for that sweet spot deep within your pussy.
âlike this?â he sputters against your clit, your juices encapsulating him. your inner thighs tremble from the switch up, biting your lip and nodding. âfuck you up real good? âtill you cream on me?âÂ
ây-yesss, f-fuck,â your sobs overtake you, his tongue continuing itâs relentless assault on your sensitive bud, licking and sucking it into oblivion. eren hums in agreement, his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked cunt. he watches his fingers pump harder into your quivering cunt with furrowed brows, mumbling expletives to himself in fascination, your cunny squelching and sinking them in each time they threatened to pull out.Â
âima sink my dick in your shit, fuck. iâm too fucking hard for you,â he groans against your clit, pace quickening, the combination of his fingers fucking into you while his tongue circles around your clit pushing you closer to the edge.
âkeep fucking me, baby. fuckinâ love your tongue.âÂ
eren loves your cries so much itâs hurting his dick bad, his fingers pumping harder into your twitching cunt, begging for you to cum. youâre drenching his fingers. he removes them when he notices your hand is cupping underneath his jaw, pulling his face in deeper and swaying your hips, the balled up expression on your face reading all he needed to know. you stretch your legs high, clamping your thighs shut and wrapping your arms underneath the curve of your knees to angle them towards your chest. eren licks his lips before sinking his tongue deep into you, thrusting his tongue like heâd use his dick. Â
making a noise of approval, you grip onto his hair while maintaining your position, yanking his head back and forth, screaming as his face clashes with your pussy, tongue fucking you open until you finally cum. your tummy caves in, lifting your head to press into your knees as you catch your breath, streaming out praises of âyes, yes yes, baby,â as he continues to fuck you on his tongue, uncaring of you drenching his nose and chin.Â
while you take time to recuperate, erenâs leaning his head up to clean his face with the back of his hand, licking off the remainder as he reaches down to unbutton his jeans, slipping them down to his thighs and giving his dick a few slow strokes, the sight of it, thick and long, glistening with precum is enough to make anyone drool. eren holds onto it teasingly, keeping it just out of reach as he watches your reaction. âknew you wanted to see it again.âÂ
you cover your face. âshut up.â
with a lustful gleam in his eyes, he lines the throbbing tip against your wet slit, sliding it up and down to gather your arousal before heâs grabbing the back of your neck to look into your eyes, heavy body hovering over yours, trying his best not to lean all of his weight onto you. granted, thatâs exactly what you wanted, to be suffocated under him. feel weak, submissive.Â
âtell me youâre okay.âÂ
you nod, eyes slowly closing, unable to keep focus. âyes, mâokay. itâs okay.âÂ
the feeling of being sheathed within your tight pussy makes him shudder, removing his hand from your neck to balance his body by gripping onto either side of the leather seat after locking your legs flat. you reach for the recliner to level the seat up a little more, eren kissing your forehead. you drag your body lower so itâs easier for him to move, shivering from the full feeling he gives you, and thatâs only half of him.Â
âfuck,â he gasps, grinding into you slowly so youâll adjust. you swivel your hips, teeth biting into your lip as you stare at the sharp cut of his jawline, emerald eyes clamped shut. âthatâs it.âÂ
with each heavy thrust, eren canât help the animalistic groans emitting from him, the deep baritone of his voice making your clit pulsate harder as he fucks himself deeper into you. your skin clapping as he pounds into you hard, hitting your spot and making you cry for him. he wheezes within the crevice of your neck, both of your moans colliding within the small enclosure, vibrating over the music flowing from his speakers. heâs fucking you faster with each thrust.
âsâso good, f-fuck,â the wind gets taken from you with every harsh pound, grunting beneath him and taking it all. he felt so fucking good, you couldnât believe you waited this long just to let him fuck you. too many opportunities missed. for good and wrongs reasons though.Â
âthatâs it, youâre such a good girl,â his mouth gives you a chaste, sloppy kiss to your pouty lips. everything he does makes you want to cum. heavier and stronger than the last. heâs a fucking trip.Â
âiâm your good girl?â your bottom lip is pulled into your mouth, teeth baring as you smile drunkenly.Â
â âcourse you are,â he kisses you again, prolonging it this time, your body slipping lower giving him the chance to fuck you even deeper, stretching you open and stuffing you full. you can feel him all in your tummy, your brows furrowed. âbetter than that. youâre my baby.âÂ
âiâm your baby?â the drag out of a whiny tone as you grip onto his chin to keep his eyes on yours has the man before you crumbling.Â
eren practically whines from the way you speak to him, molding your frame into his seat from the strength he fucked you with, listening to your pussy cry for him. âyouâre my baby.âÂ
âmy pussy loves you,â you move with him, your tight cunt squeezing him, feeling that warmth build up in your stomach.Â
âit does, huh. tell me how much, love.âÂ
âloves it so fucking much, daddy.âÂ
âthatâs what i wanted to hear,â he hisses, groaning and fucking you faster, straightening his legs so he gets a get angle, hitting into you with all his weight. âoh god, baby. you feel so fuckinâ good.âÂ
âyeah, daddy?â you whimper, biting your lip.Â
âyes, babydoll,â eren groans in agreement, cursing to himself as he slips his dick out, the two of you gasping from the disconnect, eren lifting himself from you. âbend over.â
you use the seat to turn yourself around, hiking yourself further up to give his big body space to settle behind you. you keep your thighs pressed together, shifting your ass back against him and arching your back low. you jump when he lands a heavy swat to your ass, hissing as his fingertips grip your flesh and bounce your ass back, mesmerized by how it moves. he draws his hips back, flexing his dick to make it jump into the right position to easily slide within your wet opening, the angle allowing him to hit deeper within your pussy than before.Â
âunh, sshit,â eren moans, hands grabbing either side of your hips and tugs you back, your ass clapping amongst his toned abdomen. your forehead is connected with the seat, mouth agape as you feel the swell of him slip in and out of you, eyes scrolling to the back of your skull.Â
âsshit, youâre so deep, ah!âÂ
his thrusts become more forceful, hitting even deeper within your pussy. with every stroke, he feels himself getting closer to release. eren growls, his canines grazing your skin as he leans in to bite your neck, your filthy whine only serving to heighten his arousal. he continues to thrust hard into you, each movement sending you both closer to breakage.Â
âgâna cum, baby,â eren whimpers, rolling his waist into you, that pressure in his lower abdomen threatening to break.Â
ânoo, donât cum yet,â you whine, shaking your head pleadingly. ân-not there yet.âÂ
âi wonât. wonât cum yet, baby,â he hisses in response. âwanna wait for daddy? so we can cum together?âÂ
âmmnh, wanna cum with you, baby,â your head nods drunkenly, sightly blurry. your body aches from the lack of space in the car, but it felt so good to be overpowered by him. drilling his dick into you harder.Â
âtake it fâme, ê°âĄê±.âÂ
âiâm taking it, baby. for you.âÂ
âmoan fâme,â his lips get closer to your ear, erenâs eyes squeezing tight, jaw wide as he fucks your pussy open.Â
âm-moaning for you, babyy-ah!â
âfuck it back fâme, act like you wanna get fucked,â eren growls in pleasure, his thrusts continuing.
âiâll fuck it for you, fuck it for you,â youâre straight up sobbing now, rolling your ass back to meet his rough strokes, dripping down your inner thighs. youâd never been fucked this good before in your life. could have possibly been the chemistry, or the longing for him. âooo-mnmg, i feel it.âÂ
eren smirks, his hands moving to encircle your throat. his grip tightens slightly, cutting off your air supply, his clothed chest on your back and the coldness from his silver chain tickling your flesh. âeren, ima cum again. k-keep it there.âÂ
your body shudders beneath him, waves of pleasure crashing as you feel your orgasm breaks through you, pussy clenching tightly around his cock and whimpering vehemently in his face, sobbing from your inability to withhold your orgasm as well as the overwhelming way he fucked you.Â
âren,â you weep, reaching your hand behind yourself to try to push his hips away. but he doesnât budge. eren grips your wrist to bend it still behind your back, slowing his movements the last motive.Â
âyou came without me, baby. bad girl,â he tightens his grip on your wrist, giving an open mouthed kissed over the side of your face.Â
a small cry fell from your lips. "s-sorry. fuck, rennie . . please.â
"please, what?â he grits his teeth, the shortest hairs in front sticking to his forehead while the others threaten to fall loose from the small bun on the back of his head. the silver bracelets on his wrist clanking as he yanks you back to meet his aggressive thrusts.Â
"please, erenâs-slow. iâm sensitive.âÂ
"that's not my name. what's my fuckinâ my name, ê°âĄê±?" he grunts dominantly, pressing a harsh kiss to your temple, knowing what he needs.
"s-shitâdaddy, please!âÂ
despite your pleas, he keeps fucking you mercilessly, his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy with ease. the sensation of being buried within you is too intoxicating for him to stop.
âjusâ a little more, baby. please take it a lil more,â his hand lands heavily on your ass, slowing his thrusts a bit for your sake and to feel your pussy constrict and beg to swallow him deeper as he shifts his hips slightly back, the tip of his dick kissing your entrance before heâs shoving it back in. circling his hips, ass flexing and becoming apart of you, pushing him towards another climax.Â
âooo, you fuckinâ me so good.âÂ
â âcause itâs you, âcause i love you.âÂ
with a final powerful thrust, eren buries himself deep inside you. his cock twitches within your pussy, reaching in between to pull his dick out just in time, spurting his cum directly on your backside. your scream is deafening, covering your mouth and grinding your ass back as you cum again, unsure how thatâs fucking possible. your body betrayed you, acting as if youâve never been fucked in your whole life. but, truth be told, youâve never gotten fucked that deep, or that good.Â
âfuck!â erenâs tone is deep, stroking his dick while his other hand held your ass, thrusting into his hand to draw out every ounce of cum you wanted out of him. eren nearly collapses onto you, panting heavily as he recovers from his orgasm, slowly softening but knowing he can go another round. maybe at your house this time.
he kisses your neck softly. âare you okay, love?â
you nod, heaving, mouth dry. trying to regain your vision. ây-yeah. mâgood.â
before rolling off of you, he gives you another kiss before heâs climbing back into the drivers seat to pull his pants back up, fishing for a wipe inside of his center console.Â
youâre laying on your stomach now, cheek resting on your arms as you catch your breath, eren smiling down at you, kissing your spine as he wipes up his mess. âso pretty, baby.âÂ
that makes you weaker than anything heâd just done to you, hiding your face within your arms, still looking at his gorgeous face. he loves you so much, itâs always been clear. you hate how long itâs taken you to realize that.Â
âi donât have to think on it,â you suddenly say, eren staring intensely. your lips curve into a smile. âi know i love you too. for a while now.âÂ
the sparkle in his eyes makes your heart absolutely melt. âfor real?â
you nod. âyeah. my dream is to get you that big ass loft you want with the tall glass windows that overlook the city. decorate it how you want, be my pretty fuckin housewifââ
âshut. the. fuck. up,â eren sounds out, smushing your lips together so you wouldnât see the redness in his face. of course youâd mock him. you giggle into his mouth, squeaking when he goes to tickle your hip, eren laughing when you turn to hit his arm.Â
âseriously, eren, i hate that shit!âÂ
âblah, blah, blah. love you too.â
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theres something so funny to me when hermits are talking about redstone and theyre like "and then theres an etho hopper clock here-"
like. of course they use etho hopper clocks, itd be weirder if they actively avoided using it, considering its like. a redstone thingy that is very useful and still works even after all this time, and from what i understand it was like. a pretty big deal in terms of useful things you could do with redstone back when he first made it because it opened up ways to do even more things with redstone
and like for the most part theyve probably been referring to that particular thing as an etho hopper clock for longer than theyve even known etho personally, considering the etho hopper clock predates his joining hermitcraft by at least 1-2 years, and several of the other hermits joining hermitcraft by even more. so of course they still call it that
on a related note, most of them likely had at least heard of etho before meeting him, even if they didnt personally watch him (tho i know some did) since he was an old school minecraft youtuber. like his original season 1 of "lets play minecraft" started when minecraft was so new it hadnt been officially released yet. literally back in minecraft alpha. he was a minecraft youtuber OG
so with those two points taken into consideration it completely makes sense that "etho hopper clock" is something ingrained into the terminology of anyone that does stuff with redstone somewhat regularly. theres no reason it wouldnt be
but when you put it into contrast with like. their actual interactions with etho. it kind of cracks me up???
its like. in my head the vibes are this: imagine building something and being like "okay guys, for this machine we need to use an archimedes screw, which is named of course after its inventor archimedes, a man so genius that to this day he is regarded as one of the most brilliant inventors and mathematicians to ever walk this earth" and then like thirty minutes later you go to a restaurant and you see archimedes, of classic antiquity fame, trying to eat a sandwich but the ingredients keep falling out in increasingly comedic manners. so you of course call him pathetic to his face, and then ask if he wants to try out your new totally-not-a-scam product that you carry on you at all times for opportunities like these. and for some reason he doesnt just say yes, but buys two
#ethoslab#ethos lab#hermitcraft#hermitcraft etho#this is almost directly copy-pasted from my DMs to my partner and they found it funny so im sharing it with y'all
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Hi! Can I request 4. Using each otherâs phones without supervision with Lando? I think it would be really funny and cute đ§Ą
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lando was on stream with max f and ginge. like he usually was. y/n had learned early on in their relationship that if lando was "busy", it either meant that he was on stream, or he was sleeping, or he was quite literally in his race car, ready to go out onto the track.
y/n's finals had just gotten over (thank fuck for that) and now she was catching up on all her unread books with a gin and tonic in her hand. she was dressed comfortably in lando's tshirt and a pair of shorts. he had cuddled her up in a fluffy blanket to make sure that she was comfortable, but she knew he didn't want to be disturbed, and the best way to keep her occupied was to drown her in blankets with a book (or books).
y/n had lost track of time as she read through the gripping, swoon-worthy romance. only when her stomach grumbled did she realise that it was well after eight. digging her phone out from the mess of blankets, y/n looked for their usual order. frowning when she couldn't see the past orders on the app, y/n sighed, leaving her cocoon as she stood up and entered lando's gaming room.
"why do i keep dying?" lando screamed at the screen. y/n held back a laugh, as she was sure his friends were as well.
she looked around the room for his phone. there weren't a lot of places where he could have kept it in the room, so she gently tapped lando on his shoulder and he abruptly stopped screaming as he turned to look at her.
"oh, hey, babe! whatcha doin' here?" lando asked with a huge smile on his face.
y/n smiled at his sudden mood shift and softly said, "i need your phone."
"oh sure, baby, one sec," he said, as he looked around his table and found his table from under the pile of food packets and energy drinks cans.
"there you go, love," he said, as he handed her the phone and then turned back to the game.
y/n pressed a kiss on lando's head before exiting the room. she was already unlocking his phone and opening the delivery app. scrolling through, she found their past orders and quickly ordered food for the two of them.
settling back into her pile of blankets, she had lost the motivation to read further. the only thing going on in her head was food, so instead, she opted to scroll on tiktok. unlocking lando's phone again, she quickly found the app and began scrolling. her food was going to take thirty minutes, and she knew doom scrolling was the best way to pass the time.
max f's texts were ruining her doom scrolling, though. he texted every few seconds, and after she read the first message that only said "muppet", she knew it was going to be about something stupid. she was not bothered enough to move or let lando know. he was on stream anyways.
an hour later, y/n had eaten her dinner, watching a show on lando's phone, and was just beginning to settle into her book again when lando's voice rang through the apartment.
"babe? can you come here please?"
sighing, y/n picked up her tiramisu and walked towards his gaming room. lando smiled and extended his hand towards her, which she gratefully took. pulling her towards him, she settled on his lap, sitting sideways.
lando's hands were gripping her thighs and her waist, making sure that she wouldn't fall.
"what's up?" she asked.
"has max been calling me?" lando asked. he looked amused.
y/n took a bite of her tiramisu. "i think so? he started texting you like a crazy ex partner, and then i started watching a show so your phone switched to dnd,"
"yeah, but my calls would have gone through if his phone was on dnd, y/n!" max's said from the stream.
y/n clicked her tongue, feeding lando a bite of her tiramisu, "no, it didn't. if it had, i would've picked up, max,"
"so, you're telling me that i'm not in lando's list of callers when he's on dnd?" max asked, shocked.
ginge was laughing in the background.
"wait, you can do that?" lando asked.
"lan, you set it up yourself. your parents, your siblings, carlos, oscar, daniel, max verstappen, andrea, will, zak, and i are in that list. you added it yourself." you said, still too focused on your almost finished tiramisu.
max was screaming, and lando was laughing. you hadn't said anything wrong. it was the truth. you were there when lando had set it up.
lando was giving excuses to max, and max was refusing to acknowledge any of them.
"hold on, hold on, guys," ginge said, shutting the two up.
"what?" max was still mad.
"y/n, you had his phone with you for an hour and you didn't do anything?" ginge asked.
"i doom scrolled on tiktok and then watched a show on netflix." you said.
"you know, most girlfriends, when they have their boyfriend's phone unsupervised, they would read through their chats to see if there's a crazy ex or something," max said.
y/n nodded, "he does have a crazy ex. you, max. you blew up his phone more than i ever have. you were already in the stream, why blow up his phone?"
lando laughed, his shrieking laugh that you loved so much. "oh, i love you,"
"i know,"
"i got locked out of the house and i needed lando to get me the spare set of keys!" max exclaimed, laughing.
"keep a rock outside your door with the key. that'll help." she said, deadpanned.
the three boys erupted in laughter again. the chat was going crazy. but, all y/n could think was that her tiramisu was over and she still wanted more.
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hey! im so sorry it took me so much time to write this! my mid semester exams are going on! i hope you like this! i am also drinking a gin and tonic right now, and i also miss my tiramisu. i've also got a link for my taglist and requests that you can find here!
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DISAPPROVAL, t. owens
word count | 1.6k
pairings | tyler owens x fem!storm chaser!reader
summary | in which javi disapproves of his sisterâs relationship
warnings | contains spoilers for the movie!! mentions of death, tornadoes, and panic attacks. brother-sister fighting, slight angst. one use of ây/nâ. not proofread. lowercase intended.Â
a/n | i literally canât stop thinking about this movie. tyler owens x javiâs sister has me in a choke hold
you had never been the type to run from your fears, not now and definitely not five years ago. you used to storm chase with kate carter and your brother, javi, as well as three other of your friends. the six of you, led by kate, had come together to see if it was really possible to reduce the intensity of a tornado. you knew that the experiment would be dangerous, but it had never fully occurred to you that you or anyone else could die. that was a mistake you swore you would never make again.Â
five years had passed and you still were waking up, sweating and shaking from the horrid night where you lost three of your closest friends. you shakily tore the covers from your body, walking quietly to the bathroom so as to not wake the sleeping body still in bed. you closed the door to the bathroom before turning on the light. you turned the sink on, splashing water on your face as a sigh escaped your mouth. you gripped the sides of the sink, attempting to center yourself. âfuck.â
âbabe, you in there?â you jumped when tyler knocked on the door, your breathing quickening once more. âbabe?â tyler turned the door knob, pushing it up to see you slowly sliding down the wall as you began to hyperventilate. he rushed to your side, which wasn't far in the cramped bathroom. he helped you to the floor, sitting in front of you. âhey, hey, let's just sit down. just breathe with me, okay?â you nodded, following tyler in his exaggerated breathing, feeling as your heart rate began to slow down. âyouâre okay, youâre safe.â you nodded, finally noticing the tears streaming down your face.
âsorry, ty, i didnât mean to wake you.â you apologized through sniffles, wiping at your nose.Â
âyou didnât wake me. plus, i just wanted to make sure you were okay.â you still felt guilty about it, about him constantly dealing with your nightmares and panic attacks. you felt guilty that you still pushed yourself to storm chase even though you are terrified of losing the ones you love most. you knew you shouldnât push that guilt or fear away, but there was another part of you that just wanted to help people. âwhy donât we go get some breakfast?â tyler helped you to your feet, the two of you trudging over to the diner across from the motel.Â
breakfast had been mostly silent, tyler trying to start a conversation but you were too stuck in your head. your knee anxiously bounced as you realized you would be heading to oklahoma, and that you were more than likely to run into your brother javi. you had talked to javi a lot over the phone, but it had been at least a year since you had last seen him in person. heâd been begging you for a few weeks now to leave tyler and the wranglers behind and to join his crew and help with a new tornado scanning system. you knew javi just wanted to help people, but the people funding his projects did not have the same interests at heart. âyou ready?â you looked, not hardly having touched your food, accepting tylerâs extended hand. âbooneâs getting pretty antsy about leavinâ. dudeïżœïżœs been blowing up my phone for like the last thirty minutes.â you giggled when tyler showed you his phone with nearly fifty texts from boone.
âiâm surprised heâs even up, let alone ready to hit the road.â tyler tossed an arm over your shoulders, placing a delicate kiss on your temple as you walked back to the motel.
âyeah, well, best not to keep the man waiting.â tyler went to grab your stuff from the motel room before checking out, leaving you to rig up the gps.Â
âboone! you ridinâ with us?â you shouted over to boone who was talking with dexter, dani, and lily. âweâve got a seat open for you as well, ben.â you smiled to the journalist, who thought you to be the only sane one of the group. ben smiled at you, his body language showing he was clearly uneasy. âdonât worry, the ride to oklahoma shouldnât be too bad.â
âit's not that ride that iâm worried about.â before you could question him, boone hopped in beside him, tyler entering the driverâs seat not a moment later.Â
âletâs ride!â boone whooped, tyler tearing out of the parking lot. you couldnât seem to find it in yourself to be hyped up like your boyfriend and friend, too anxious about seeing your brother. he had already disapproved of you riding with the wranglers, you couldnât imagine how heâd react when he found out you were dating tyler owens of all people.
at some point during the ride, you had fallen asleep only to be startled awake by boone, camera in hand as he yelled out the truck. âsorry, babe.â tyler quietly apologized to you, squeezing your hand. you squinted out the window, your stomach dropping at the sight of javi and kate, stood side by side. all the shouting and cheering seemed to be muted when your eyes locked with javiâs. even though you were nervous, the sight of your big brother brought a soft smile to your face.Â
tyler put the truck in park, the crowd surrounding them. you pushed the door open, hopping down as tyler got the crowd chanting. boone was walking around, filming, while dani, lily, and dexter began to sell the merchandise. you stood off to the side, watching tyler do his thing, a smile gracing your lips. you looked around, catching kateâs eye, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her friend. she walked over to you, engulfing you in a hug before you had time to say anything. âkate! i wasnât expecting to see you here!â you laughed, gripping kate tightly.Â
âi didnât realize you were still chasing, i thought you would at least be riding with javi.â you tensed slightly at your brotherâs name, pulling back from kateâs arms.Â
âuh, yeah, iâve just decided to ride with the wranglers this season.â your tenseness didnât go unnoticed by kate, but before she could ask you anything your attention was brought to your brother waltzing over. âjavi!â your nerves dissipated when javi threw his arms around you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.
âiâve missed you, sis.â you let out a sigh, trying not to let the tears well in your eyes.
âiâve missed you too, javi.â you pulled back, now seeing your crew watching you. the crowd had mostly left, and the sight of you hugging a man that wasnât tyler had them concerned. âwhy donât you come meet my crew?â you knew javi had no interest in meeting your crew, but you wanted him to see they werenât just daredevils with a need for a thrill. âhey, guys, i want you to meet my brother, javi, and my good friend, kate!â everyone but boone and tyler had come to meet them. âjavi, kate, meet dexter, lily, and dani! oh, and ben! heâs a london journalist writing a piece on american storm chasing.â you pointed to each member, getting soft âhellosâ and ânice to meet yousâ.Â
ânice to meet you guys!â kate smiled, javi not saying anything. you felt a pang in your heart when javi didnât seem to take the people you considered to be some of your closest friends.Â
âwell, who do we have here?â you turned to see tyler and boone walking toward you, a large smile breaking out on your face. âyou must be javi, and⊠kate, right?â kate nodded, shaking tylerâs hand.
âkate, javi, this is boone, and this is tyler owens.â tyler walked to your side, slinging an arm loosely around your shoulder while boone waved, going to put the camera back into the truck. ânice to meet you both.â he tipped his hat to the two. you watched javi closely, he practically had steam coming out his ears at the sight of tylerâs arms around your shoulder. javi had always been overprotective, and you wished he would realize you can hold your own. âweâre headinâ out in a few, âkay?â you nodded, tyler pressing a kiss to your temple before jogging over to boone. you looked back to javi who was red in the face, and kate who was clearly shocked.
âjaviââ you started, javi pulling you to a quiet spot away from everyone else.
âreally? tyler owens?â he spat out tylerâs name like it was venom. âcâmon y/n, heâs an idiot who drives into tornadoes! he doesnât give a shit about anyone, especially those affected by said tornadoes!â tears welled in your eyes, anger bottling up.Â
âoh, and you do? javi! your investors donât give any shits about these people! they only care about the money! and you, youâre helping them by getting this data!â you wiped at the tears that spilled over, âwe help people, javi! we sell the merch to pay for the supplies, and the revenue we make off the streams and videos go to families in need. we just donât show that part on the internet.â it seemed to dawn on javi that you would have never ridden with the wranglers for as long as you had if you werenât helping people. âtyler treats me well, and maybe youâd have seen that if you weren't so busy making assumptions about him.â you spat at him before turning on your heel, walking toward the truck, actively ignoring javiâs shouting.Â
âyou okay?â tyler asked, noticing your rosy cheeks. âwant me to beat his ass?â you glared at him, a smile tugging at your lips. tyler was mostly all bark and no bite.
âno, he just needs time.â you reached up, kissing tyler before taking his hand in yours and walking back to the truck. javi watched as tyler opened your door and helped you in, watching tyler stare lovingly at you. and javi knew that he had fucked up.
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College!Jason Todd who quite literally ran into you. It wasnât his fault, in his defence, he was reading, but he thought he had mastered the art of walking and reading. Apparently not.Â
College!Jason Todd who apologised profusely, claiming it was all his fault even while you tried to convince him it was just as much your fault as well
College!Jason Todd who canât help but notice that one of the books youâve dropped is one of his favourites, leading him to exclaim, âyouâre reading The Three Musketeers?â
College!Jason Todd who wasnât quite sure how responded because while he was picking up the book for you, he caught glimpse of annotations and he couldnât help but glance through them
College!Jason Todd who stuttered when you laughed lightly, noticing he wasnât paying attention. âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have looked, but I wanted to see your thoughts⊠thatâs weird, isnât it?â
College!Jason Todd who lit up when you beamed, a small blush reaching his cheeks when you replied, âno, no, itâs fine. I totally get it.â
College!Jason Todd who felt butterflies in his stomach when you suggested that he borrow your copy and give you his phone number to return it eventually
College!Jason Todd who wasnât sure how a six foot grown man could get so excited about a girl heâd never met before. He wasnât sure to thank his gods or hers that she had the courage to ask for his number
College!Jason Todd who learned years later that you were just as anxious as him during your first meeting. Thankfully, the words had come flying out of your mouth and before you could shrink into a hole and die, Jason had thankfully agreed
College!Jason Todd who goes back to his dorm and immediately begins reading the book, even though heâs read it three times already and has homework to do
College!Jason Todd who shushes his roommate, Roy, with a pillow chucked towards the head when Roy has the audacity to ask what heâs doing
College!Jason Todd whose heart beats faster whenever one of your annotations pops up and he gets to read your handwriting and thoughts
College!Jason Todd who adds his own annotations with small post-its as to not mess up your own, but wants so badly to exchange ideas
College!Jason Todd who finishes the book that night all the while Roy was groaning about Jasonâs annoying reading light that was prohibiting his sleeping
College!Jason Todd who very unpatiently waits until morning to text you that the book was very very good and even better than he had rememberedÂ
College!Jason Todd who threw his phone across the room once he saw that you had responded. Roy scoffed loudly from his desk and Jason chucked yet another pillow at his roommateÂ
College!Jason Todd who didnât want to seem too desperate, but immediately agreed to meet up with you at the library when you offer itÂ
College!Jason Todd who gets to the library twenty minutes early just to be prepared. You never know. So he gets there twenty minutes early. More like thirty. And maybe he brings the drink he saw you carry around campus yesterdayÂ
College!Jason Todd who is fine if he doesnât get a word in edgewise about the book, satisfied to just stare at you as you gush about The Three MusketeersÂ
College!Jason Todd who is also happy if you want to hear his thoughts and blushes and stammers his way through his analysis, worried about what you might think of him and also having a very hard time focusing when you look at him like that
College!Jason Todd who thinks he may melt when you turn bright red and bite your lip, trying to hide your smile, all because he annotated the book just for you
College!Jason Todd who then spends the next two hours in the library with you, trading recommendations and browsing the bookshelvesÂ
College!Jason Todd who gets to brace an arm above you, leaning on a bookshelf, smirking as you turn into a blushing mess
College!Jason Todd who definitely doesnât visualise wrapping your legs around his waist and taking you against said bookshelfÂ
College!Jason Todd who restrains himself because if you even knew half of what he was wanting, youâd run away screaming
College!Jason Todd who, after promising to meet up again, goes back to his dorm and takes a very cold showerÂ
College!Jason Todd who meets up with you at least twice a week more like three times until the point where Roy demands that he just asks you out cause itâs been going on for way too long and if he doesnât, then someone else will
College!Jason Todd who does so by underlining a passage in a romance novel that explains how his heart races whenever he looks in your direction, how heâd steal the sun if it meant he could see you smile, and how even if you rejected him, heâd be happy just to be in your presence
College!Jason Todd who, after pacing in front of your dorm for a while, then chickens out and leaves the book outside your door, the page bookmarkedÂ
College!Jason Todd who gets a call from you a while later and answers it like he didnât just covertly ask you out through a fucking book
College!Jason Todd who, when you laugh lightly over the phone thinks his chances have died, until you agree in that lovely voice of yours to meet him at the library for an official date this time
College!Jason Todd who treats you like the gentleman he is for the next couple of dates before showing you how brutal he could be by fucking the living daylights out of you
College!Jason Todd who learns how his most favourite sound is your soft, incoherent whimpers as his hips slam into yours as he grips the headboard above you, scared that if he touched you, he would break you
College!Jason Todd who realises what can happen when he pinches your clit just so and how good it feels to have you come undone around him
College!Jason Todd who praises you on how good you took his big cock, whispering and cooing into your ear as both of you came down from your highs
College!Jason Todd who knows that all other women are ruined for him simply because of how you smiled sleepily at him whilst caged in his big arms and how your pussy clenched around him, but thatâs not important
College!Jason Todd who proudly hooks an arm around your shoulders or waist whenever he can, strolling through campus with a smug smirk on his face, knowing he has the best girl by his side
College!Jason Todd who sees you at your highs and lows and shows you the exact same
College!Jason Todd who wouldnât change anything, even when youâre close to collapsing at your desk, exhausted from finalsÂ
College!Jason Todd who wouldnât change anything even when youâre on your period and your hormones are raging high and something either makes you start crying or start glaring at him over something heâs not quite sure about
College!Jason Todd who is just content to fall asleep next to you whenever he can and wake up with you in his arms
College!Jason Todd who knows your ins and outs, the slightest inflection of your tone, and the way your heart beatsÂ
College!Jason Todd who knows his heart beats just for you
College!Jason Todd who calls Bruce a couple weeks later, after months of no contact. He asks if he could bring you to a family dinner. A year or so later, he calls Bruce again, asking for his grandmother's ring
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summary: while arguing with chris you flashed him to shut him up
cw: smut, making out, missionary, fingering, p in v, slight angst
you let out a loud sigh as chris continues to go on about the same thing that he has been for the past thirty minutes âchris was arguing with you because you were at a party last and you over done how much you drank.
âyouâre so irresponsible when it comes to drinking!â chris says, running a hand through his messy hair.
you huff and stand up off the sofa and walk into the kitchen, trying to get away from this pointless argument.
he follows you into the kitchen, continuing his rant, âthe fuck have i told you about walking away from me when im trying to talk to you?â he says, slamming his palm on the kitchen table.
âchris this is a pointless argument, i said sorry.â you say rubbing your temples due to the headache that was forming.
âi donât care if youâre sorry. but you always do this, you always walk away when im trying to talk to you, itâs fucking annoying.â he says, his frustration beginning to show.
you throw your head back with a loud groan, rolling your eyes as chris rambled on about how you always walked away from him.
âand i swear to god if you roll your eyes at me againâŠâ he threatened, walking closer to you, âdo you ever stop complaining?â you ask rhetorically with a fed up tone.
âno i fucking donât because you never listen to me and always do whatever the fuck you want.â he groaned, his fist balled up at his side. âand right now i want you to stand there and look at me, without rolling your eyes or walking away.â he demanded, his voice stern and commanding.
you try to think of something, anything to get him to stop talking. and once it finally came into your head you felt like the next albert einstein.
if there was anyone watching you two right now, they wouldâve saw the idea literally pop into your head.
a grin comes over your features as you brung your hands to the bottom of your shirt, wrapping your fingers around the hem before lifting the fabric enough until it was exposing your bare chest to the boy in front of you.
his eyes immediately fell to your bare chest, his anger briefly forgotten as he took in the sight of your bare skin. his jaw slacked slightly, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
âcat got your tongue, baby?â you ask, tilting your head and running your tongue over your top teeth as you watch chrisâ expression.
chris doesnât say anything, just a small âwoahâ falling from under his breath â just his eyes flickering between your chest and your eyes with a look of disbelief and desire in his eyes. his cheeks turned a slight shade of red as he realised you had flashed him in an argument to shut him up.
you let out a small laugh at his reaction before slowing dropping your shirt to cover your chest again.
after a few seconds, chris finally managed to talk, âwhat the fuck was that?â his voice a combination of shock, arousal, and residual anger.
he run a hand through his disheveled brunette hair, âyou canât justâŠflash me like that in the middle of an argument, thatâs not fair.â
âwell, i had no other choice.â you shrug with a smug look on your face. your legs walked you forward until you were standing in front of chris, you looked up at him with a certain look in your eyes.
his breath hitched as he looked down at you, his heart pounding in his chest. his anger was quickly being replaced by something else entirely as he looked into your eyes. he let out a low groan, his body tensing as he saw the look in your eyes. âwhat are you doing?â
âjustâŠtesting the waters.â you mumble before leaning up to his lips and placing a soft kiss on his lips to see how he would react to your touch.
he stiffened under your touch, his breath hot against your lips as he tried to rein in his bodyâs immediate reaction to you. he let out a low groan, his hands finding their way to your hips, gripping onto them tightly. âyouâre insufferable, you know that?â
âam i?â you question, bringing your hands up to rest of either side of his neck â deepening the kiss.
he groaned into the kiss, his lips parting slightly as his resolve began to crumble under your touch. his hands slid from your hips to the small of your back, pulling your body flush against his. he deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours.
as chris parted his lips the slightest bit, you slid your tongue past his lips and into his mouth, which earns a low grunt from him.
his arms wrapped tightly around you, his hands splayed across your back as he crushed you against his chest. He kissed you passionately, his emotions a whirlwind of frustration, desire, and anger. he broke the kiss only to trail his lips along your jaw and down your neck.
you felt chrisâ hands come to under your thighs and hoist you up his waist. once you secured your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, he began to walk to the sofa.
he carried you to the sofa and lay you down before hovering over the top of you, his hands on your hips. he broke the kiss to lean his forehead against yours as he tried to catch his breath, âwe shouldnâtâŠâ he began, his voice breathy as he tried to calm himself.
âwhy shouldnât we?â you ask with a confused expression on your face, licking your lips as you place your hands back on either side of his neck.
he swallowed hard, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he looked up at you with lust-darkened eyes, âbecause we were fightingâŠâ he said, his hips shifted slightly under you, betraying his growing arousal.
âforget about it for now?â you ask, giving him a look so he would give in quicker.
he let out a low groan and licking his lips, âfineâŠâ he breathed, his hands sliding up your sides and back to your back, pulling you flush against him once more. âfor now, weâll forget about it.â
you moved his head closer to your lips to capture him in a kiss. you closed your eyes and moved your mouth against his, his hands tightened on your hips.
he kissed you back, all thoughts of the argument forgotten as he lost himself in your taste and touch. his hands slid under your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your stomach and sides as he deepened the kiss. he grinded his hips against yours, letting you feel how much he wanted you.
you let out a low whimper as you felt him against you, causing you to slightly buck your hips up into his.
the motion made him break the kiss, panting heavily as he looked down at you. âfuck, youâre driving me crazy,â he said, his voice strained with desire. he sat up slightly, reaching for the hem of your shirt, looking up at you for approval before pulling it off over your head, leaving you in your bra.
you sit up on your forearms so you could reach your arms around you back and unclasp your bra, letting to straps fall down your arms before throwing it off to the side and laying down again.
he let out a low groan as you revealed yourself to him, his eyes hungrily roaming over your curves. he leaned down, capturing one of your boobs in his mouth and swirling his tongue around your nipple. his hand reached up to caress your other breast, squeezing gently.
âfuckâ you breathe out, biting your bottom lip. you throw your head back as you leaned up on your forearms, your hair flowing down your back.
he groaned around your nipple as you arched your back, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh. he lavished your breasts with attention, alternating between sucking and licking until your nipples were hardened and straining. his hand trailed down your stomach, teasing along the waistband of your sweats.
âcome on, donât tease.â you whine out, bringing your head down to look at chris again â see his mouth still wrapped around your boob, but his hand was trailing over your lower stomach and waist band.
he smirked at your whine, enjoying the effect he had on you. he released your nipple with a wet pop, blowing cool air over the damp skin, "youâre so impatient," he teased, his nimble fingers undoing the drawstring of your sweats.
he slowly lowered your pants, his knuckles brushing against your clothed heat. he hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged them down your legs, along with your panties. he tossed them aside carelessly, leaving you bare before him.
your hands landed on the hem of his shirt, looking up at him for a nod of approval, once he does you bring the black shirt over his head and toss it over to the pile of your clothes. you then hook your hands around his neck and bring him down onto you again, bringing him into a heated kiss.
he eagerly kissed you back, his hips settling between your thighs. he grinded against you slowly, the friction against his jeans driving them both crazy. he trailed one hand down your side, gripping your thigh and hitching it higher on his waist.
you felt chrisâ hand come down to your heat, he runs two of his fingers down your folds, causing you to let out a whine.
he swallowed your whine with his kiss, his fingers parting your folds and slowly slipping inside. he moved them in and out, his pace slow and torturous. he added a third finger, stretching you and scissoring his fingers to prepare you for him.
he watched your face as he continued to finger you, his touch gentle yet firm. he crooked his fingers, brushing against that spot inside you that made your back arch and your hips buck against his hand. "that's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice low.
as chrisâ fingers hit that spot that sent you to a different world, you let out loud moans, âf-fuckâŠoh my godâ you stuttered out in a high pitched whine.
he continued to stretch and prepare you, his touch unyielding. he leaned down and kissed you again, his tongue mimicking the motion of his fingers as he continued to toy with you. "i think you're ready for me now," he murmured, his voice strained with desire.
you nodded frantically, biting your bottom lip as chris pulled his fingers out of you, âplease⊠fuck meâ you whimper out, your chest moving up and down at a fast pace due to your heavy ragged breaths.
chris sat up on his knees between your legs and undid the zipper of his jeans, shoving them down along with his boxers enough to free his straining erection.
you bit your lip as you watched chris. you felt yourself getting wetter as you looked at him, bringing your hand down to rub your clit as you waited for him.
chris leaned back down to hover over you, bringing his hand to your wrist and moving it away from your clit and intertwining your fingers together.
he positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the tip through your slick folds. "you ready, baby?" he asked looking you in the eyes, his voice husky with desire.
âyeahâ you said nodding your head. you moved your body about the sofa until you were comfortable. you brung your free hand around his neck and lowered his head into your neck as he slid inside you, a strained moan falling from your parted lips.
he let out a low groan as he sank deeper into you, his thickness stretching you to your limits. he held still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried inside you. "fuck," he breathed against your neck, his heart pounding against your hand that was now on his chest.
âshit,â you hissed through your teeth, squeezing your eyes shut.
âyou okay, baby?â chris asked, moving his head away from your neck. he moved one of his hands to next to your head to hold his weight up as he watched your pussy engulf his dick as he slowly moved his hips.
you took a deep breath and nodded, your hand squeezing his, "i- yeah⊠just go faster," you said, your voice barely a whisper.
chris sped up his hips, moving in and out of you with more force as you let out lewd moans. your head now thrown into the cushions as far as theyâd go with your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.
he grunted with each thrust, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the room. "you like that, baby?" he asked hoarsely, his voice thick with desire. "huh?" he teased, also throwing his head back and biting his bottom lip.
âfuck yeahâ you moaned, letting go of chris and bringing your hands up to your tits, running your hands over your nipples causing the knot in your stomach to tighten further.
his eyes locked onto your hands on your breasts, his own movements growing choppier. he brought one hand down to your thigh, hitching your leg higher around his waist and changing the angle of his thrusts to hit that spot inside you. "you're so perfect,"
when chris changed angles you felt a whole new type of pleasure wash over you, âo-oh my⊠fuck chris, that feels so fucking good.â you cry out, your hands now gripping the side of the cushion under your head.
he let out a guttural groan, his pace quickening as he drove into you with increased fervor. his hand on your thigh squeezed tighter as he watched your face contort in pleasure.
âiâm gonna- im gonna comeâ you moan, your teeth sinking harshly into your bottom lip. your knuckles were turning white due to your grip on the pillow.
"come for me then, baby," he encouraged, his voice low and gravelly. he buried his face in the crook of your neck as he pistoned his hips, his movements becoming sloppy as he neared his own release.
you could feel chris nearing his own orgasm along with you. when you felt his hand push down on your stomach it made you reach your orgasm, the knot in your stomach bursting as your legs begun to shake beside chris. stuttered moans and whines falling from your mouth, your hands letting go of the pillow and falling onto chrisâ back, your nails gripping into his skin.
feeling your walls clench around him sent chris over the edge. with a final deep thrust and a muffled groan against your neck, he came hard, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled himself inside you. he continued to move slowly, riding out the waves of his intense orgasm.
after a few moments, he stilled and lifted his head to look at you, his eyes filled with warmth and satisfaction. he leaned down and gently kissed your swollen lips, "you okay, baby?" he asked softly, caressing your cheek with his thumb.
âmhmâ you hum, opening your eyes and moving the hair away from your face. you sit up on your forearms, looking at chris who has a fucked out look on his face â his hair messed up, his lips swollen, a light layer of sweat on his forehead causing the strands at the front of his head to stick to the skin, and his eyes all hazy.
he grinned at you lazily, his arms tightening around you as he pulled you flush against his chest. "you look so beautiful right now," he murmured, his voice lazy and content. he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses on your skin.
you let out a giggle as you make space for chris to lay next to you on the sofa, once he gets comfy he looks at you letting out a small giggle before saying, âso about that argument..â
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â© â§âË â©ăthe dictionary definition of a rich boy
synopsis. that rich guy who wonât stop asking you out is your partner for this projectâsend help
contents. pre dating rich boy! gojo, college! au, implications of a zenin being pushy on the first date, satoru being distraught you went on a date lol, pre relationship shenanigans with the cutest loser boy !!
word count. 3.8k (itâs literally all just him being a handful)
notes. thank you niku my most cherished gojo stan for comming this (and giving me the most ridiculous tip) i adore you so much :,) mwah đ
heâs lateâgojo is late. in fact, heâs very late, by forty-five minutes and thirty-two seconds to be exact. you arenât really the count-by-the-second type of person, but somehow when it comes to that irritating, smug, too-talkative brat that youâre stuck withâŠwell, you canât help but be petty and use the seconds against him too.
he shows up close to an hour after your agreed time, waltzing in with a grin on his faceâand, oh, you should kill him. he has the audacity to send you a wink when he walks over, coming up to your table and pushing his sunglasses down his nose just a bit to look you in the eyes over the lenses.Â
what kind of person wears sunglasses indoors? surely only the kind that are nothing but trouble.
âaw, youâre here already,â gojo hums, âthat excited to see me?â
âyouâre late,â you spit.
âam i? i could have swornââ
ânow itâll get dark by the time we get through what we planned for today,â you glare. he looks enthused, positively delighted by the statementâitâs almost as if youâve offered him candy.Â
âwell, then iâll just have to walk you to your apartment,â he offers smoothly.Â
what a jackass. of course, just as expected, heâs still attempting to worm his way into your personal life (and likely your pants) in the most obnoxious of ways. over your dead body, however, will you ever allow him to know where you live, let alone accompany you on the way. you value your sanity, and having a conversation with gojo satoru longer than you absolutely have to seems like the most efficient way to fry every nerve and brain cell you have left.
âabsolutely not,â you grit, âyou can call me an uber. you pay.â
âalright,â he nods, âiâll get an uber for you. but iâll need your number to make sure you made it home safe. otherwise, what kind of partner would i be?â
typically, any normal pair of partners are meant to exchange numbers for a projectâit would be the easiest form of communication, and more importantly, you can spam call if gojo decides not to carry his weight instead of just hoping and praying he checks his socials. but you canât let him have your numberâheâs not trustworthy enough for that. the last thing you need is him bombarding you with texts, or worse: calls, in the middle of work and class. so instead, you strictly inform him that any and all communication will occur via social media.
he pouts at thatâitâs a cute pout, you have to admit. itâs slightly dangerous, too, because had you not had the self-control you do, you might have caved. but then he lights up at the prospect of you adding him back on socials.Â
iâll get your number one of these days, he says confidently. his confidence is as aggravating as the way he clicks his pen in the middle of class. he still chooses to sit right beside you despite all the free and very available seats the entirety of the lecture hall has.Â
but no, he insists on sitting right next to youâand you? well, you have to hope you donât get charged with homicide by the end of every class from the constant clicking he makes you endure. despite all that, gojo is surprisingly smart, which means your project might not be so doomed.Â
heâs annoyingly smart, actuallyâhe never takes notes, and just when you think the professor has him cornered by asking him a question when heâs seemingly dozing off, he answers immediately with the correct answer.Â
you hate him.
âabsolutely not happening,â you grumble, opening your laptop, âanyway i think we should start withââ
âwell, i hate to inform you,â he sighs sadly as if it genuinely pains him to say this, âbut iâve actually deleted all my socials.â
âwhat?â your eye twitches.
âyeah,â he nods, âitâs a bit of a cleanse if you will. staring at your screen all day and finding value in fake posts is not good for mental health, you know? iâm trying to be more in tune with myself. itâs been a real self-journey.â
before the end of this project, you might either be a college dropout or an inmate at the county jail. youâre not sure, either is equally as possible.
âgojo satoru, i am sick of your games,â you spit, âwe both knowââ
âand i would hate not being in touch with my partner since itâs a crucial part of this project for us to work together,â he hums, something of a smug look plastered on his aggravatingly gorgeous face, âthat thirty percent deduction for ineffective partner communication would be such a shame to get when weâre working so hard already on this, wouldnât you agree?â
is he threatening you? for your number? with your grade? he is, you realizeâand you clench your fist tightly around the phone in your hands as he eyes it with a knowing look on his face. he has you right where he wants you, whether you like it or not.
âyouâre an asshole,â you spit.
âiâm a mental health advocate,â he gaspsâhe has the nerve to act offended, even as heâs so obviously enjoying working you up like this. you wish heâd drop dead immediately. maybe you could take his card from his wallet as his cold body lays lifeless on the table and order yourself a new laptop if he didâthat would be ideal.Â
âi saw you post on your story last nightââ
âyou didnât watch it,â he pouts, âi posted a shirtless gym selfie just for youâwait a second, you pay attention to my story, huh?â he cuts himself off with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows at you, âcâmon, you donât have to force yourself to skip them. you know you wanna watch them.â
âno, i donât,â you seethe, âit was just the first one at the top. stop being self-importantââ
âanyway,â he drawls, eyeing your phone again. you want to splash your coffee in his face. âiâll need your number,â he sniffs, âthe crushing disappointment of you skipping my story made me realize iâm too focused on getting social media validation, so iâm taking a break. itâs the best thing for me to do in my headspace right now. hope you understand.â
âare you kidding me?â you stare at him. he grins before shaking his head.
âi would never joke about mental health,â he says seriouslyâitâs not as serious as your desire to slap him, however.
âfine,â you take a long, slow sip of your coffee to calm down, âgive me your phone.â
âoh, youâre gonna set your own contact?â he brightens, immediately handing you his phone. itâs brand newâthe newest model, in fact. itâs barely been a few days since it dropped. truthfully, youâre not even sure why youâre shockedâof course, he, of all people, would upgrade immediately. âhow intimate,â he gushes, âitâs almost like weâre going on a dateââ
âdo not text me outside of project purposes,â you interrupt, thrusting the phone back into his hands, âgot it?â
âyou got it,â he grins triumphantly.
âââââ
like all things he does, gojo finds a roundabout way to keep his word without actually keeping it. itâs his secret talent, you thinkâfinding loopholes through all the technicalities of things.
hey when ur free can u read over my portion? i just finished
btw r u going to that frat party this wknd? u donât seem the party type haha but u should comeÂ
iâll introduce u to suguru! heâs my best friend heâs super nice uâll like him
oh and when do u wanna meet this week? promise iâll be on time this time ;)
you make sure to only respond to the questions regarding your projectâjust because he technically kept his word and started the conversation centered around the project before getting off topic doesnât mean you have to indulge him. and the way he types is infuriatingly annoyingâwho shortens every possible word like that? only him, you think.
okay, maybe youâre just nitpicking now, but every time you see his name pop up on your screen, your mood sours tenfold. you decide to answer as dryly as possible.
k iâll look. we meet same time as last.
the period at the end should add the perfect touchâyou grin to yourself in pride at that one. instantly, bubbles pop up and indicate heâs typing again. your smile very quickly drops.
wow ur a rly dry texter arenât u?
thatâs ok i donât judge
so how bout the party?Â
i can be ur escort ;)Â
itâll be fun!
from his side of the screen, gojo watches as your contact shows notifications silenced at the bottom. he pouts to himselfâno party, then, he thinks.
âââââ
gojo satoru, the guy who seemingly has everything he could ever want, likes you.Â
frankly, heâs not really sure whyâat first, he finds you mildly amusing, and he thinks itâd be fun to have a short fling with you perhaps. somewhere along the line, however, that changes. he watches you dedicatedly take notes in class, no matter how tired you seem from work the night before. he notices the way you chew on your bottom lip when youâre really focusedâitâs actually very cute, he thinks. and heâs entertained by the way you always have some smart little retort waiting on your tongue. youâre not boringâand more than anything, you leave him a little humbled. itâs refreshing, and he kind of likes it, if heâs being completely honest.
heâs never liked anyone beforeâitâs a weird feeling. at best, heâs had a crush where he could appreciate that someone is generally pleasing to the eye and has a personality that might mesh well with his, but heâs never yearned for someone before.Â
it just so happens to be his luck that the same person he wants more than anything in the entire world (for the first time ever, too) seems to hate his guts. it also happens to be that the same person he wants more than anything is currently getting asked out by some kid from the zenin family. right in front of him. and youâre saying yes.Â
why on earth would you say yes to a zenin of all people? donât you value yourself?Â
gojo can admit that heâs had his fair share of heart robbing and tear inducing momentsâheâs not exactly someone with the best track record for commitment, but at least he doesnât use people for his own benefit. plus, he does, in fact, actually plan on committing to you. that zenin boy most certainly canât be any good news if heâs anything like naoya, who gojo has met on a multitude of occasions, and knows very well is a scoundrel of a guy.Â
âsee you at nine?â he hears the zenin (what was his name again?) ask you. you nod, smiling sweetly.Â
why donât you smile sweetly at him like that? he buys you coffee every week. sure, he only gets to buy you the coffee because you have no choice but to meet him for the project, but he even offers to get you a slice of cakeâyou donât ever accept, though, so he ends up eating both. but you do like coffee, very strong coffee thatâs probably not sweet enough for his liking, but you enjoy the coffee he buys you nonetheless, and that has to count for something.
âsure, see you at nine,â you hum.
gojo watches in absolute shock (and abject horror) as you look down shyly. as soon as the zenin boy walks away, he stomps up to you.
âhey, what gives?â he asks petulantly, making your face paint on that irritated look that it always seems to adopt when heâs in the vicinityâhow rude.
âwhat do you mean?â you ask tiredly, âi donât speak toddler, so please use your wordsââ
âwhyâd you say yes to that zenin boyââ
âhe has a name. itâsââ
âwho cares what his name is? heâs an asshole! he wonât treat you right even if his motherâs life is on the lineââ
âoh, and you would?â you raise an eyebrow, glaring at him. how is it his place to tell you whoâd treat you right and who wouldnât? how is it his place to even care?
âi would,â he gasps at the accusation, âyouâd date a zenin but not me? how come?â
âbecause youâre annoying,â you counter like itâs obvious.
okay, now that is technically fairâgojo has heard his fair share of youâre annoyingâs from people in his life. in fact, a good amount of them come from his own mother, but heâs also dashingly handsome, very good in bed, has soft hair, is tall and muscular, can buy you whatever you like, and can be smart and funny too if you really donât care for those kinds of things. heâs the entire package and more. and more importantly, heâs not from the zenin family, and that automatically means youâll actually be treated with an ounce of respect.
he looks at you incredulously, feelings a little hurt. âthatâs not true! name one annoying thing iâve doneââ
âyou laughed in the middle of me speaking in class.â
âthat wasnât at you! suguru showed me something funny on his phoneââ
âand you took like twenty minutes in line ordering the most sweetest drink on the menu while i was running lateââ
âyou canât use that against me, thatâs not fair! iâm a paying customer, i should be able to get whatever i want. plus, itâs technically not my fault you were late.â
âyou rubbed in the fact that you had a black card.â
âyou mentioned it first!â
âyou were late to our first meeting for the project.â
âokay, that was an honest mistake! people are allowed to make those, you knowââ
âi donât want to go out with you,â you say frustratedly, âand itâs really annoying when you act like a spoiled brat that canât handle the word no and keep on insisting, okay? so leave me alone unless itâs to discuss our projectâwhich weighs fifty-five percent of our grade, by the way, so donât even think about getting lazy.â
he is not lazy, he wants to argue.
but before he can, you roll your eyes and take a step to walk around him, leaving him there to blink in shock. okay, he thinks with a huff, so youâre playing hard to get. thatâs no matter, heâs good at the chase anyway.Â
âââââ
the date doesnât seem to have gone well. gojo can tell because your eyes are slightly red and puffy, and youâre extra grouchy today in class. your professor seems to have noticed, too, because instead of calling on you today, she calls on gojo extra as a rare show of mercy.Â
gojo doesnât mindâthis class is surprisingly easy, and heâs bored half the time anyway. he might as well indulge the uptight professor in an ugly brown pencil skirt and answer her pretentious questions that arenât as complex as she thinks they are.Â
âso,â he finally breaks the silence, âhow was your dateââ
âif youâre looking for a chance to say i told you so, just get it over with, you jerk,â you grumble. he raises his eyebrows in surprise before both hands go up in surrender.
âi wasnât,â he says genuinely, âyou justâŠuhâŠyou look upset, is all.â
you hesitate for a short second, gauging his sincerity for a moment before sighing and slumping on the desk, cheek resting on your arm. gojo resists the urge to poke the soft fleshâitâll probably make you mad, and youâre already in a bad mood.Â
âhe wasâŠpushy,â you say quietly, âi donât really believe in taking things far on the first date. he didnât like that.â instantly, his fists clench tightly, eyeing you from the side carefully, almost in concern. ânothing happened,â you wave off, âbut he did make me feel disgusting,â you mutter.
âyeah, well, he is a zenin,â he points out, âtheyâreâŠwell, my familyâs known them for a while. my mom hates them.â
you look over at him in mild interest, raising an eyebrow. âdonât tell me thereâs drama in the rich community,â you gasp, âi thought you all just came as one to sip fancy wine and laugh at the poor together.â
he snorts, throwing you a toothy grin that you think for a moment is kind of cuteâbut that doesnât mean heâs any different from the rest of the rich folks. someone of gojo satoruâs caliber has no business mixing with someone of yoursâitâs common knowledge. gojo has everything he wants, and if he doesnât, itâs a simple matter of asking before itâs his. thereâs simply no way you can mold into his world to be what he needs you to be, and when the time inevitably comes when he realizes youâre not what he wants, wellâŠyouâd like to save yourself the wounded pride and crushed soul while you can.Â
âsometimes we have fancy appetizers too with the wine,â he jokes, âdonât forget those.â
âoh, my apologies,â you chuckle. gojo likes it when you laugh, he decides. it looks much better than when youâre glumâhe thinks seeing your lips quirked in anything other than a smile is a waste of your perfect features, and he canât have that.
âmy mom married my old man in this stupid arranged marriage or something,â he explains casually, like itâs just the norm. you suppose it isâfor the rich, at least. you wonder briefly if gojo will have a marriage planned for his future, too, and you wonder if heâs okay with that. surely itâll be some wealthy and fancy socialite of a girl that fits his familyâs standards. someone whoâs not youânot that you care anyway, you wouldnât marry him regardless. âmy grandma wanted her to marry the zenin, but she said no. said he treated her like a piece of meat every time they met, so she settled for my dad instead. lucky her, 'cause now iâm her son,â he beams.Â
settledâsomething about the way he says it makes you think his parents must not really care for each other as a husband and wife should. it makes you think briefly about what his childhood mightâve been like, not watching his parents happy and in love the way they should be. but still, the way gojo talks about his mother is fond, with a gentle smile on his face as he recalls the things sheâs told him. you canât help but smile a little too.
âi think that makes you the lucky one,â you snort, âyouâd still be her son. just that youâd be a zenin.â
he crinkles his nose at the thought, dramatically shivering and making you giggle. âgross,â he gags.
âwell, now you have her to thank,â you hum, âyour dad wouldâve beenâŠwhoever the zenin she was supposed to marry is.â
âyeah, well, trust me,â he mumbles, his smile dropping ever so slightly, âmy old manâs not that big of an upgrade from a zenin. even my grandfatherâs sick of him. imagine being such a douche, your own dad canât stand you.â
youâre learning more about gojo in one sitting than you ever imagined (or planned) to learnâpart of that is because he seems like heâs the type to overshare on the first meet; the other partâŠwell, you have to be honest with yourself, itâs not exactly a bad pastime hearing him talk about himself. gojo is an odd piece of work, and you canât say you hate learning about the little pieces that come together to make him so weird.Â
okay, perhaps weird is a bit rude, you thinkâheâsâŠunique.
âoh, so youâre the dictionary definition of a rich boy, huh?â you hum, resting your cheek on your hand as you sit up and face himâgojo, for a quick moment, feels his heart stutter when you talk to him like that: with your undivided attention like heâs the only one in the room.Â
âwhat makes you say that?â
âdaddy issues is likeâŠthe first thing in the rich boy starter pack.â
he laughs at that, smooth and almost sweetâitâs a dangerous thing. itâs easy to attract you to him, like a bee to honey, with the way his lips curl like that, showing off his dimples. but the bees can easily turn into maggotsâand you donât want to find yourself as a dead carcass by the end of this.
âi donât have daddy issues,â he says smoothly, âthat old man should sleep with both eyes open. if anything, he has son issues.â
âyouâre hands down the oddest person i have ever met,â you mumble.
âwhat was that? did you say hottest? yeah, i knowââ
âshut up, jackass,â you scowl, shoving his shoulder when he leans closer with a bat of his lashes. he laughs, and so do youâand just for one, quick, momentary instance, gojo satoru is not so bad. dangerous and a bad choice maybe, a setup for a big mistake perhaps, something you should stay away from, in fact.Â
but not so bad.Â
âhow about i show you what itâs like to go on a date with a gojo,â he grins, winking easily. heâs persistentâvery persistent, you note. âyou might like it a lot more than a zenin.â
âno, thank you,â you hold a hand up, ânever going to happen.â
ânever say never,â he hums, âyou might eat your words.â
âââââ
âhey, satoru?â
âthatâs not my name.â
âthat actually is your name,â you say tiredly.
âhmph,â satoru rolls over, dramatically tugging the blankets over his body as he shuffles away from you, ânot to you, itâs not.âÂ
you sigh, pursing your lips at his antics. âoh my god. okayâhey, toru?â you correct yourself. and just like that, he turns back around, grinning brightly as he inches closer until his head is resting on your chest.
âyes, baby?â he says sweetly, earning a roll of your eyes as your fingers weave into his hair. itâs softâyou donât think you ever want to let go.
âitâs way better dating a gojo, by the way,â you murmur, âthan a zenin.â
âoh yeah?â he grins smugly, arm draping over your body as he kisses your jaw, âi told you it would be, didnât i?â
âi havenât dated other rich families to compare, though,â you tease, âyou might get replaced.â
âunlikely,â he chuckles, âno one,â thereâs a kiss to your jaw, âwill love you,â another kiss to your cheek, âlike me.â
finally, thereâs a slow, soft kiss to your lipsâand when he kisses you like that, you have no choice but to believe him.
satoru sooooo sends multiple texts back to back he just like me for real
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