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Unexpected Consequences
pairing: kenji sato x reader
summary: a temporary lapse in judgment results in a drunken one-night stand with unexpected consequences
wc: 2.1k
cw: accidental pregnancy, implied sex. if there's anything you think should be added lmk!
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âYouâre out!â Shouted the umpire. It was the visiting team's third player to strike out, signaling the end of the last inning of the championship game and a massive win for the Giants.Â
The locker room was alive with the sounds of laughter and celebration from the players. They did it. They had won the title. âWe should go out tonight,â suggested the pitcher. Some of the players declined, citing that they were beat after the game. But Kenji was on a high from the win, his ego thriving like never before (and that was saying something).
âGot a place in mind?â Kenji asked. And that was how he found himself sitting on a barstool with a handful of his teammates, mostly the younger ones. He felt like he was on top of the world. He was young, successful, good looking, and one of the greatest living baseball players. And now, he had a shiny new title to brag about. Life couldnât possibly be any better.
Except, maybe, if the pretty girl across the bar would give him her attention. He could see you from where he was sitting, and he found himself frequently glancing in your direction. Unfortunately, he wasnât as slick as he thought he was. His teammate Shiroki leaned over to see what, or rather who, had so completely captured the attention of their star player. He clapped Kenji on the shoulder, laughing. âShouldâve known it was a pretty girl thatâs got you ignoring us!â
âI wasnât ignoring you!â Kenji protested, his face growing red after heâd been called out for all ears in the establishment to hear. Including yours. When he glanced once more in your direction, you were looking back. You gave him a small, polite smile before returning your attention to the cellphone in your hand. Your expression was one of dejectedness as you sighed and placed your phone face down on the bar top.
Amidst the teasing of his teammates (that truthfully he was ignoring in favor of you), he took a swig of his drink and decided to bite the bullet. If not now then never. He hopped off of his stool and walked over to you. âIs this seat taken?â He asked, gesturing to the empty stool next to you.
âYou tell me since youâve been watching since I sat down,â you said with a playful twinkle in your eyes.Â
Kenji cringed. So you had noticed even before Shiroki practically shouted it to the entire bar. He scratched at the back of his neck sheepishly, head hung low in shame and embarrassment as he struggled to find the words to redeem himself. He settled for a simple âIâm sorry about that. I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable.â
You seemed taken aback by his words, not having expected him to own up to his actions and be respectful. âThank you,â you said. He was handsomeâthat much was obvious. But it was this that really caught your attention. âSo, are you going to sit or not?â You asked.Â
Kenji grinned and took the place next to you, angling his body towards yours rather than the countertop. He stuck his hand out to introduce himself. âIâm Kenji.â
âIâm Yn,â you responded, taking his offer for a handshake to find that his hand completely engulfed yours.Â
The two of you ended up talking on and on, having drink after drink and gradually getting to know each other. You learned that he was an athlete celebrating a win with his team and that heâd only moved back to Japan a few months ago. Kenji learned that the reason you were here alone is because you were supposed to be meeting someone but they never showed up. âHis loss,â Kenji had said. âAny man to stand up a woman as pretty as you is a fool.â
He complimented you continuously throughout the night, his honeyed words sending heat to both your face and your core. As the night wore on, his teammates came up to him to wish him a good night and inform him that they were leaving for the night. It was getting late, but neither of you were ready to leave each other's company.Â
âDo you wanna go back to my place?â Kenji asked, his hand on your thigh leaving no room for doubt as to what he was offering.Â
The alcohol in your system had long since excised your inhibitions, including any form of higher thinking. All you could focus on was Kenjiâs hand on your thigh and how much you wanted it somewhere else. Somewhere higher. You accepted his offer with no hesitation.Â
A short cab ride later and you were stumbling into his bedroom with his lips firmly on yours and his hands impatiently pulling at your dress. You reached behind your back to tug at the zipper, and he took the opportunity to pull his shirt over his head, revealing the toned muscle beneath.Â
You all but gawked at him and your body seemed to have the same effect on him. His eyes raked up and down your figure, pleased to find you hadnât been wearing a bra. You sat at the edge of his bed as you watched him strip the remainder of his clothes. The second he was bare he was on you, wantingâneedingâto feel you under him. He was everywhere all at once, eager to make you feel good and to feel good himself. Little sleep was had that night.Â
-â-
You woke the next morning with a throbbing headache and no memory of the night before, but you could make a pretty good guess based on your lack of clothes and the pair of arms wrapped around you. You sat up slowly so as not to wake the man sleeping soundly next to you. It was Kenji, from the night before at the bar. Youâd actually gone home with him. One night stands werenât something you made a habit of but you couldnât find it in yourself to regret this one.
You carefully removed his arm from where it had fallen limply across your lap and rose from the bed to collect your clothes, still being as quiet as possible. You wracked your brain for any shred of a memory but came up blank. You couldnât believe youâd slept with the most beautiful man youâd ever seen and couldnât even remember it. Your attention was drawn to a mirror hung on the wall and you saw that your neck was littered with blue and purple splotches. An attentive lover. Drunk-you must have had fun. Meanwhile, sober-you was calling a cab and hoping the driver didnât say anything about what was so obviously the walk of shame.Â
Weeks went by and the days were normal. Ish. Youâd been sick every morning for the past week and were struggling to hold food down. Youâd brushed it off as a stomach bug that would clear up on its own, but your friend wasnât as naĂŻve as you.Â
The day you confided in her about what youâd been struggling with, she dropped by your apartment after work to bring a pregnancy test. âHere,â she said, thrusting the bag into your hands. âAnd I'm not leaving until you take it.â
You nodded, accepting the very real possibility that she was right. Why didnât you think to get plan B the next morning? God, you were so stupid. So there you were, sitting on the bathroom floor with your knees pulled to your chest, waiting on the timer to finish as Ami sat next to you, doing her best to ease your anxiety.Â
When the timer went off, you remained in your seated position. âDo you want me to check instead?â Ami offered. You shook your head, taking a deep breath to steel your nerves. You extended your arm above your head and took the test into your hands. Two solid lines. A positive result. Your friend looked over your shoulder to see for herself. â. . . Are you okay?â She asked.Â
âI donât know,â you replied, voice weak and trembling. You looked at her with wide, worried eyes. âWhat do I do?â
âMake an OBGYN appointment just to be sure. Do you know who the father is?â
There was only one man you had slept with any time recently. âUh, he said his name was Kenji. Donât know his last name though. Oh! And heâs a baseball player.â
She inhaled sharply and pulled her phone from her pocket and typed furiously into the search bar. She turned the screen for you to see. âHim?!â She exclaimed.Â
You looked at the image she pulled up. âYeah, thatâs him,â you gasped, shocked sheâd found him so quickly. You took the phone from her and scrolled through the article sheâd pulled up. Kenji Sato, as youâd learned his last name to be, wasnât just any baseball player. He was in the professional league and a rising household name.Â
âCan you contact him?â She asked. You shook your head no. Ami pursed her lips before resigning herself to whatever it was she was considering. She gestured for her phone back. You gave it to her and she opened her contacts, scrolling until she found the name she was looking for. âYou know him?â You asked incredulously.
She nodded. âIâve interviewed him before.â She called his number before you could refuse and put the phone on speaker, allowing the dial tone to ring throughout the small bathroom. He picked up on the third ring, answering with a simple hello.
âHi, Mr. Sato. This isââ
âI remember who you are,â Kenji laughed. âIs there something you need?â
Ami hesitated, seeing you aggressively shaking your head to not outright tell him. She tried to hold the phone out to you to speak but you point blank refused. You had both been so drunk you werenât sure if he remembered you at all. A drawn out âhelloâ called out from the phone and Ami sighed. âI think it would be best to speak in person. Itâs very important.â
âUm, okay. Iâll have to check my schedule to see when Iâm free, but Iâll get back toââ
âNo, Mr. Sato, it canât wait indefinitely. Please, I need you to trust me and make just a little bit of time.â Kenji was taken aback by how firm Amiâs voice was. What was happening on her end that needed his immediate attention? Curiosity won him over and he suggested a cafe that stayed open late to meet at.Â
You put the address into your phone and thanked Ami for her help. Sure, this wasnât the best way to go about things, but itâs not like you had ever been in this position before. You and Ami walked out to your cars together, hugging each other goodbye before going on your separate waysâher to her mother and daughter, and you to inform your baby daddy that he is, in fact, a baby daddy now.Â
Upon arriving, you saw that it was a cute cafe along the main road. The building was well lit within, allowing you to see that Kenji had already arrived. If you waited any longer youâd chicken out, so you took a deep breath and marched inside. Kenji looked up at the door as the bell chimed, his face changing from one of disinterest to shock and recognition.
You approached the table he was at and pulled out a chair, sitting across from him. âNot that Iâm unhappy to see you, but Iâm supposed to be meeting a friend here,â he said apologetically.
The best you could muster up was an awkward smile, your nerves eating you alive from the inside out. âI know. Ami Wakita, right? Sheâs a friend of mine as well. She actually called on my behalf.â
A grin spread across his face. âDid you miss me so much you just had to see me tonight?â You felt his foot brush against your ankle under the table.Â
Your face burned with heat at his insinuation. âIt's not like that!â
He cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. âNo? Because I was hoping to see you again but you were gone when I woke up.â
You averted your gaze sheepishly. âIâm sorry about that. I donât usually . . .â you trailed off.Â
He gave you an understanding look. âItâs alright. For the record, I donât either. That night was . . .âÂ
It seemed he didnât have the words either, unable to express that he wished it hadnât been just a one-night thing. âSo,â he abruptly changed the topic. âWhy did you need to see me so badly?â
You pressed your lips together in a thin line, contemplating how best to say it. No use beating around the bush. âIâm pregnant.â
His jaw dropped open and his eyes were the size of dinner plates. And so were those of the reporter at a nearby table.Â
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hii! itâs been a while <3 anyways hereâs a request from a friend.
Outline: Gojo doesnât want to be your friend anymore and tells you straight to your face. Unfortunately, you take it the wrong way.
Content Warnings: fluff kinda?, angst ish???, miscommunication trope đ idk not many tags or warnings for this one. lmk if i missed anything
Featuring: Gojo Satoru, fem!reader
A/N: i was supposed to finish this WAYYYYYY sooner đ my bad⌠word count: 1815
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Gojo Satoru. An enigma for sure.
You both have been best friends for longer than you remember. Well, maybe best friends is the wrong term. You said you were best friends, but it didnât feel that way. At least not to you.
Every time you saw Gojo, your heart would flutter. Perhaps it was normal, you didnât know. All you knew was that you had some kind of feelings for him.
You just wished he felt the same.
âWhatâs wrong?â Gojo had noticed youâd been acting different recently. He puts a hand on your shoulder. âYouâre being weird.â
You shrug at him, trying to act normal. Even though youâve always felt this way about him, youâve only just now stopped bothering to hide it.
âI donât know.â Your eyes flit to the ground. âJust tired, I guess.â
And Gojo, being the nice guy that he is, pulls you into a hug. It shouldnât make you feel this way, like thereâs butterflies in your stomach. But it does.
Youâre conflicted between wanting to cry and wanting to hug him until you two became one.
âYou should get some rest.â He suggests, pulling away and flashing you one of his cheery grins.
âIâll try my best.â You smile back, though itâs not very passionate.
Gojo pats your head. Thereâs a pitiful look on his face. âAre you still down for lunch tomorrow?â He asks. Always so considerate, yet heâs never realized how you feel about him.
âYeah, sure.â You try to up the dosage of your weary smile. âYou still working on that surprise?â You ask. Gojoâs been planning this for weeks, teasing you about his âlunch date surprise.â
He grins cheekily. ââCourse I am.â His slender fingers fidget with his sleeves. âWhat kind of friend would I be to go back on my word?â
Friend.
The word taunts you like a bully, but you push the thought away. Itâs all youâll ever be, anyways. Friends.
You chuckle when you snap back to reality. âA pretty shitty one, Iâd say.â
âLanguage, young lady.â He teases. You open your mouth to say something, but his phone rings.
âSorry, I gotta go.â He gives you an apologetic look. âIâll see you tomorrow, yeah? Be prepared!â He looks giddy.
âYep.â You reply tightly. âBye, âToru.â You wave as he walks away.
âDo I buy her flowers or something?â Gojo says to Suguru over the phone.
âYouâve been thinking about this for weeks. Why has it only occured to you now to get her flowers?â Suguru replies, and Gojo can practically hear him rolling his eyes.
âWell I donât normally confess to my best friend-â Geto tuts before he can continue.
Gojo sighs. âOkay, girl best friend. Better?â He asks.
âNo, but continue anyways.â Thereâs an awkward pause on Gojoâs part.
âIâm nervous.â Gojo finally admits. âIâm like, really nervous.â
Suguru chuckles. âGojo Satoru, the strongest Sorcerer there is, is nervous to confess to a girl.â He says, his laugh getting louder. âYou canât be serious.â
âOh shut up, would you?â And Geto only laughs harder, his chuckle turning into full blown howling.
âFuck off!â And with that, the call clicks off. Gojo sighs, shoving his phone in his pocket and falling back onto his bed.
âIâm screwed.â
You sit at the cafe Gojo had invited you too weeks prior, sighing as you stare at the clock.
âWhere is he..?â You mutter to yourself.
Suddenly, as if on cue, he strides in as giddy as ever, looking around for a minute before spotting you and grinning.
âThere you are!â He says as he sits down at the table with you. Heâs sweating slightly, like heâs anxious.
You smile back at him, and immediately it feels like thereâs a thorny rose in your belly, poking you from the inside. âHey âToru.â
He beams at you. âDid I keep you waiting long?â He asks, giving you an apologetic look for being a few minutes late.
You shake your head. âItâs alright. Now would you please tell me what your little surprise is?â
âWell I canât give it away so easily!â He pouts playfully. âYou havenât even ordered.â He notes the empty table.
You sigh, before flagging down a waitress. âCan I please get two iced coffees?â
The waiter notes down your order and runs off, leaving you to stare at Satoru expectantly. âYes I have.â
He tuts, rolling his eyes. âWeâll get to the surprise later. For now, tell me how your day is going.â
So you do. You two talk for a few minutes, and you practically forget about the surprise, until he reminds you.
âAlright, Iâll tell you your surprise now.â He says after the waitress leaves with Gojoâs order of a tiramisu cake and two spoons.
You perk up, curious to find out what heâs been alluding to for so long.
He takes a deep breath. âI donât think we should be friends anymore.â
You can almost hear the sound of your heart crunching as he steps on it with his words.
âWhat?â You squeak, tears forming in your eyes.
Gojo stares at you, confused. âDidnât you hear me?â
You swallow thickly, feeling bile rise in your throat. âBut⌠why?â You feel your tears rolling down your cheeks.
Gojo is alarmed, staring at your crying face. âWhy are you crying? Do you⌠not feel the same?â
You shake your head feverishly, about to open your mouth, but the waitress places down your cake before you can speak.
Gojo looks down at the cake and then back up at you, his expression dimming.
âSo you want to be friends?â He asks, sounding heartbroken himself.
You nod, confused. âI thought you did too!â Your chest swells with hurt.
Gojo seems completely distraught. He tries to speak, but nothing comes out. ââŚNo.â He finally says, looking down at the ground.
You stand up from the table with your purse, placing down a few bills before sniffling, trying to wipe your eyes. âIâm going home.â You mumble, turning to leave.
Gojo just stares at you walk away, feeling his spirit burn. âOh.â He whispers, looking down at the cake on the table.
You hop in your car, tears streaming down your face rapidly as you grip the steering wheel tightly. Your head collapses against the wheel and your body convulses as you sob, shaking like crazy.
You knew Gojo would never feel the same way about you as you did with him, but you thought youâd at least always be friends.
You whimper as you curl up into a ball in the driver's seat, too upset to drive.
Meanwhile, Gojo is inside the cafe, eating the cake silently while he stares at the second spoon.
Heâs so confused. He had a sneaking suspicion that youâd reject his love for you, but he didnât expect you to do it so heartlessly. You cried, for godâs sake! He hadnât predicted for you to be so opposed to the idea of being more than friends with him.
He feels his heart clench when he remembers your face after he confessed. He sighs, finishing his desert before leaving the cafe defeatedly, his hands in his pockets as he walks home.
The second he opens his door, he collapses against it, sliding to his knees and curling into a ball. He thinks for a moment, before calling up Suguru.
âHave you done it yet? What did she say?â Is the first thing that comes out of Getoâs mouth when he picks up. The reminder of the whole debacle just makes Gojo even more sorrowful than he already was.
âShe rejected me.â Gojo says solemnly. The air falls silent for a few moments.
Geto is the first to break the silence. âWhat did you say?â He finally asks.
Gojo sighs. âI said I didnât want to be friends anymore.â He replies.
A beat of silence passes.
âAnd?â Geto urges.
Gojo, confused, replies. âAnd what?â
âAnd then what did you say?â He asks.
Still extremely confused, Gojo pauses. ââŚNothing.â He says, a hint of uncertainty in his answer.
Geto, with a loud sigh, rolls his eyes. âAre you dumb?â He asks.
âHuh? Whatâd I do?!â Gojo frowns.
âYou goddamn idiot, she probably thought you meant you didnât want to be friends at all!â Suguru slaps his forehead, which is heard from Gojoâs end of the line.
âBecause I donât!â Gojo protests, now even more confused.
Suguru heaves with annoyance. âShe thought you didnât like her anymore, dumbass.â
Another beat of silence.
A wave of realization hits Gojo. âOh, fuck.â Is all he says before hanging up and hopping to his feet, running out the door to go find you.
Luckily, on his run to your house, Satoru sees your car still parked outside of the cafe. Panting like a madman, he walks up to it and knocks on your passenger door window, startling you back into your surroundings.
Your eyes widen when you see Satoru awkwardly waving at you through your window. Your eyes are puffy and red from crying, which he notices.
He taps your window, as if to say âopen up!â
You sniffle as you roll it down, rubbing your eyes.
âHey, I think you misinterpreted what I said back there.â He gestures to the cafe, his sentence broken up by loud, heavy breaths.
âWhy are you so tired?â You ask in return.
âI ran here.â He replies, giving you a lazy grin before he continues with his explanation.
âWhen I said I didnât want to be friends anymore, I meant because I want to be more than friends.â He begins, poking his head through your open window to get a little closer to you.
âI really, really like you.â He confesses, a light blush tinting his cheeks. âAnd I donât want to be friends. I want to be your boyfriend.â
You stare at him for a few seconds, before letting out a breathy laugh. âOf course you screwed up like that.â You mutter, pinching the bridge of your nose as you smile.
He ignored your little jab. âSo? What do you say?â He asks. âPlease donât reject me, I ran all the way here.â He begs.
You laugh again, rubbing your red eyes and unlocking your car door. âI donât want to be friends either, Satoru.â
His eyes light up at your statement and he immediately throws the door open, fitting himself into the passenger seat before he turns to face you.
âReally, you mean it?â He asks excitedly, looking at you with hopeful eyes. âYou donât?â
You smile. âNot at all.â
And with your confirmation, he grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss, gently wiping your past tears as he does so.
He pulls back for a second to grin at you. âThank god, because I was not ready to run all the way back home.â He jokes before going back to kissing you.
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Project: Aeri
synopsis: you get paired with the campusâ mean girl Aeri Uchinaga to work on a semester long project together
cw: cursing, tension, alcohol, rich/mean girl aeri, angst (?) idk, it's barely suggestive near the end, barely proofread, college au! reader runs track and aeri is a cheerleader but it really doesnât pertain to the plot too much! also I don't think i used any pronouns for the reader :D
word count: 6.1k
notes!! hi (: this was fun so fun to write!! I loveeee the dynamic between reader and aeri hehe
Lmk how you feel about this or if you'd just like to chat!
read part two here!!!
You found yourself with a decent amount of time, arriving at your lecture hall with a good 15 minutes to spare. When you got through the door, your eyes looked through the room, scanning for the perfect seat, preferably in the back.
A fair number of students had claimed their spots but thankfully, the seat you had set your sights on remained empty. With a soft plop, you settled into your seat, ready for your last first class ever! (finally)
You mindlessly scrolled through instagram before a girl walked past you in the aisle trying to get to a seat. A snobby âoopsâ escaped her lips as her designer leather purse missed your head by a hair. Her purse may have missed you but her excessive amount of perfume did not.
You slumped back in your seat, stifling your frustration just as the professor began setting up her laptop, fumbling with the projector. But all your irritation fizzled out the moment you caught sight of the girl again, now seated a few seats from you. A pretty familiar face.
You sighed, the earlier instance clicking in your head after recognizing who it was.
Aeri Uchinaga.
Of course.
The name itself was practically legendary around campus. Aeri or better known as Giselle to her inner circleâwas sort of everyoneâs campus celebrity as she was effortlessly popular and untouchably cool. She was the girl everyone wanted to befriend, date, or at least be seen with. Aeri was on the cheer squad and she was the one who had it allâbeauty, charm, and an air of superiority that made your skin crawl.Â
Itâs not like you disliked her per se, but it was her superiority complex that irked the living shit out of you. It bothered you how much of a bitch she was.
The professor, blissfully unaware of your internal groaning, launched into a painfully slow breakdown of the syllabus. You tried to pay attention, but your mind drifted as she agonizingly detailed each project and the writing part of it. Luckily, no examsâjust two parts of a project to do for the whole semester. Â
How is this an hour and fifteen minutes you thought as you sighed, slumping back into your seat
âSo, throughout my years of teaching Iâve done these partner projects. I have asked for feedback each year. A lot of my students expressed that the most difficult part of the semester project was initially finding a partner. I know youâre all adults but this is a great way to make friends you normally wouldnât speak to! So, Iâve already randomly assigned you partners! When I call your name can you please raise your hand and find your partnerâ She beamed at her great idea
Honestly she did have a point, and it was less work/anxiety trying to find a partnerÂ
She listed pairs after pairs until she said name making your ears perk upÂ
âY/n.. L/n !â Her eyes scanned the room for you
You raised your hand from way back and did a small wave paired with a bright smile
âOh! Hi- and your partner is... Aeri Uchinaga!â Her eyes scanned the room again looked for a raised handÂ
Oh of course
She didnât scan long as the girl that shuffled passed you earlier rose her hand with a fake smile
Despite Aeriâs complex, it wasnât hard to see why people gravitated towards her. Her hair was in a perfect ponytail and you caught a glimpse of a smile that could disarm anyone. Her demeanor was effortlessly charming and her presence dominated each and any room she was in.Â
She was a bit intimidating, you had to admit
And you? Well, you were a runner. Literally. Your life kinda revolved around those early morning track practices and late-night study sessions. The universityâs track team didnât exactly have the same hype as the football team, basketball team or the cheer squad that went with them.Â
But you didnât mind, you were perfectly content with not being in the spotlight and pretty happy with the (very) small fan group you had attracted throughout your four years.
You just didnât crave attention the way Aeri seemed to
Your stomach twisted uncomfortably. Out of all the people in your large lecture, it had to be her.
You tried to play it off, extending an olive branch to her through a kind smileâAeri caught your eye again, her smile dropping the second the professor looked away. She didnât seem any more thrilled about the arrangement than you wereâ but at least you tried to fake it! You could practically hear her thoughts: Great, stuck with you.
You slumped back into your seat, inwardly groaning.
What. A. Bitch.Â
Class ended with the usual shuffle of students packing up their belongings, but you remained in your seat, feeling the weight of the project announcement settle heavily in your chest. The thought of working with the Aeri Uchinaga was... daunting, to say the least. For most people, partnering with her for an entire semester would be a dream come true, but you couldnât care less about her social status or the attention she commanded. Her world of endless appearances and surface-level bullshit wasnât one you ever wanted to step into.
As you stood up, slinging your bag over your shoulder, a voice stopped you.
"Hey."
You turned to see Aeri making her way down the aisle toward you, her steps purposeful, confidence radiating from her like always. âLet me have your number,â she said sharply. It wasnât a request but more of a command.
You hesitated, offering a tentative way out. âI mean, I can just handle the project myself and put your name on it. You donât seem too excited about working together.â
Aeri paused just a few feet away, her expression unreadable but her eyes flashed a flicker of consideration. âIf this was any other class, Iâd let you do it and wouldnât think twice,â she replied, her voice clipped. âBut my dad says I actually need to pass this one. So, no, I canât coast through.â
The bluntness in her words caught you off guard. You werenât sure whether to feel relieved or even more nervous. You sighed softly, âI see.â
Aeri extended her hand without a word, and you typed in your number. She glanced at it briefly, then slid her phone into her bag, her expression never really changing.
"Thanks," she said, the word sounding more like an obligation than gratitude. She muttered a quick âIâll text you.â And without even waiting for a response, she walked off right past you, already scrolling through her phone as if you or your interaction had barely registered.
You stood there for a moment, watching her retreating figure, your thoughts swirling.Â
What a fucking bitch.Â
The reality slowly settled in as you made your way out of the lecture hall...
Youâd be spending more time with her than you ever imagined nor cared for.
A few days passed, and true to her word, you got a text from a number:
"Itâs Aeri. Come over to my place at 6. Weâll start on the project then." With an address attached.
No pleasantries, no extra fluff. It was straightforwardâjust like her.
You werenât sure what you expected when you showed up at her apartment, but it definitely wasnât this. The building itself was pristine, the type of place youâd expect from someone who never had to worry about rent money. The lobby alone screamed "daddyâs money," with its sleek and modern decor.
When you reached Aeriâs door, she greeted you with a casual nod, stepping aside to let you in. âCome on, letâs get started.â
Her apartment was just as fancy as you imagined. Floor-to-ceiling windows flooded the room with natural light, and sleek designer furniture was perfectly arranged, like something out of a magazine. It wasnât just niceâit was borderline intimidating. You couldnât help but feel out of place in your university hoodie and sweatpants.
âNice place,â you muttered as you took your shoes off by the door.
âThanks,â Aeri replied nonchalantly, already making her way to a small table where her laptop was open and ready. âLetâs try to knock out the outline for the project tonight.â
The evening went smoother than youâd initially imagined it to go, and to your surprise, Aeri was focused and typing away at her laptop. She was of course still cold, only speaking to you about the project and there was plenty of chilling silence.
Three weeks had already passed since the project began and youâre already at your wits end with her. You have made every effort fucking possible to be nice to Aeri. Every time you went over to her apartment you tried your hardest to alleviate the awkward silence. Youâd ask about her day, how the cheer team was doing, or what her plans for the weekend were. But most of the time, you were met with a huff, a roll of the eyes, or a dismissive answer that felt like she couldnât care less(she couldnât). Still, you pushed through and your kind heart gave Aeri the benefit of the doubt.
But today was different.
Youâve had a long day. After leaving Aeriâs apartment last night at 1AM, you were up again by 5AM to get ready for your track meet. You had planned to sleep on the bus ride to the meet, but you remembered a paper you still needed to finish for another class, so instead of sleeping, you spent the entire ride hunched over your laptop, working.
The meet itself was grueling. You competed in four different events, your body screaming for rest by the end of it. What stung the most was your individual raceâthe one you were supposed to win. You lost by 0.5 seconds. It was frustrating knowing how much time and effort you had poured into preparing for this moment, only to fall short by the tiniest margin.
By the time you got back to your apartment at 8PM, you were completely drained, both physically and emotionally. You had barely collapsed onto your couch when your phone buzzed.
It was Aeri.
Her message had a cold urgency that made your eye twitch.Â
"You done yet? Come over already. You said youâd be done by 7:30. I have something to do at 11."
You thought about ignoring it. You thought about telling her off right then and there. But instead, you sighed, had a quick shower, changed into something more comfortable, and made your way to her place, frustration bubbling beneath your surface.
When you finally arrived at her apartment, exhausted and frustrated, Aeri barely looked up from her phone while giggling at something.Â
âSo, I did the third section of part two today. Look over it, kayâ? â Not even a greeting nor eye-contact. At this point you were used to it but today it rubbed you the complete wrong way.
You swallowed it, you couldnât help but try with her. âYeah.. I can do thatâ You tried to excuse her behavior with âthatâs just how she isâ
For the first few minutes, you worked in silence, one-sided tension from your end was building in the air around you like a heavy cloud.
âSo.. how was your day today?â You politely asked while making some grammatical adjustments to her part
âGood.â
âOh good, did you do anything?â Trying to lead with a better question this time
âNo.âÂ
âWell, I had a track meet today and Aeri! it was soââ You excitedly began your anecdote with a chuckle, in hopes of sharing a story for conversationâs sake.
âCool.â She interrupted, not even looking up from her laptopÂ
Your smile instantly dropped and you tried your best to keep everything in but after everything you had been through today along with these few weeks, something inside you finally snapped.
You shut your laptop harder than you meant to and looked up at her, your voice was tight with frustration. âCan you at least try to pretend to enjoy my company?â
Aeri glanced up, her eyes widening slightly surprised at your tone. âExcuse me?â her eyebrow raising in defense
âIâve been nothing but nice to you for weeks,â you continued, your voice rising with each word. âI ask about your day, your stupid ass cheer team, and all I get is a roll of your eyes or some half-assed response. Iâm really trying here, but itâs like fucking pulling teeth to have a simple ass conversation with you.â
Aeri blinked, clearly not expecting this 'out-of-character' outburst. âWhat? Iâ â
You cut her off, your emotions finally spilling over âPlease donât âwhatâ me Aeri,â tears of frustration or exhaustion glistened in your eyes, âYou think this is how I want to be spending MY Saturday night? You think this is how I want to spend each or every other day? I ALSO donât want to be here. Iâm so fucking tired Aeri but here I am because YOU wanted me here to work on this stupid fucking project even though I told you I had a meet today. Or did you just not care to remember?â You stood up, placing your laptop in your bag with a sharp motion. âYou know what? We donât even have to do this together. You can just text me if you have any questions, and Iâll do the same. We shouldnât waste more of each otherâs timeâ
Aeriâs mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. She just stared at you, stunned, as you turned on your heel and walked out of her apartment without looking back. This was the first time someone had spoken up against the âuntouchableâ Aeri Uchinaga.
Aeriâs eyes glistened with unshed tears. She couldnât quite place a reason as to why she felt like she wanted to cry. Maybe she enjoyed the idea of being around someone so kind and genuine as you.
For the next week and a half, you didnât hear from Aeri. You worked on the project alone, silently making adjustments and adding content without bothering to ask for her input. She hadnât reached out but she did notice your silent additions while you genuinely couldnât care. You were just frustrated because you really thought she wasnât how she seemed.
But then, after days of silence, your phone buzzed with a text from her:
âCan you come over Y/n?âÂ
âPlease?â
You stared at the message for a long moment, debating whether to go or not. But something about the way she said âpleaseâ tugged at you. Reluctantly, you agreed.
âOmwâ
When you arrived at her apartment, the energy between you was completely different from before. Aeri opened the door, her usual confidence replaced with something more.. Timid? She stepped aside to let you in, her eyes, for once, werenât glued to her phone and onto yours.
The silence between you was thick, uncomfortable. Normally, you would have made an effort to break it, but this time, you remained cold.
âHey so, how was your day?â She asked
After a few moments, you spoke up
âI think we should just get this section done and over withâ you said flatly, settling onto the table without even glancing in her direction.
Aeri hesitated, biting her lip as she sat beside you. For once, she didnât have her usual snarky remarks or her dismissive scoffs. She just quietly opened her laptop and got to work. The silence between you felt suffocating. Every now and then, youâd catch Aeri glancing at you from the corner of her eye, her usual sharp confidence was completely absent. She seemed uncomfortable, fidgeting more than usual as she worked.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Aeri broke the silence.
âY/n...â she started, her voice soft and hesitant. You didnât look up, keeping your focus on your laptop.
âI... Iâm sorry,â she said, barely above a whisper.Â
That statement caught your attention. You slowly lifted your eyes from the screen, glancing at her. She wasnât looking at you, her gaze fixed on her hands as she fidgeted with her perfectly done acrylic nails.
âI donât think Iâm used to people spending time with me just because they want to,â she continued, her voice quieter than youâd ever heard before. âMost people either want something from me or whatever. I didnât know how to handle it when you actually tried to get to know me. And I guess I pushed you away because of that.â
She sighed, her fingers tracing the edge of the table as her words lingered in the air. âI didnât mean to take it out on you. I just... didnât know what to do with someone who cared.â
You stared at her for a moment, her words sinking in. Part of you had expected her to never acknowledge the way sheâd been treating you, but now that she had, you couldnât help but soften. Her vulnerability felt real, and it was clear she wasnât used to letting people see this side of her.
A small, shy smile crept onto your face as you leaned back slightly. âDid you miss my attention or something?â you teased lightly, hoping to ease the tension.
Aeri finally looked up, rolling her eyes playfully as they met yours. âYou know, I actually did, you idiot,â she quipped back, a small smirk tugging at her lips. But as she continued, her voice grew softer, more serious. âI honestly didnât think I would... or that I would care, but when you stopped tryingâŚâ She paused, her tone becoming more vulnerable. âI noticed.. or that I realized I actually missed you... missed having someone who wanted to be around me as much as I wanted to be around them.â
Her words settled between you, and in that moment, you realized something. The cold, distant facade Aeri had been putting up wasnât about you at allâit was about her. She had been pushing you away because thatâs what she was used to. Thatâs how she protected herself from getting hurt.
âYou had some way of showing thatâ You let out a small chuckle with a soft sigh. The anger youâd been holding onto for the past week and a half slowly melting away. âYou couldâve just said that earlier ya know?â you replied gently, your voice free of the coldness it had held before.
She offered you a small but genuine, almost shy smile, and for the first time, it felt like the walls between you were starting to come down.Â
âIâm sorry too, Aeri,â you added, offering her your goofy smile. The air felt lighter now, and for the first time in weeks, you both seemed to be on the same page.
She really did have a smile that could disarm anyone.Â
Another three weeks had passed, and after that night, you found yourself spending more and more time with Aeri. At first, it was just to work on the project, but as the days went by, things slowly began to shift. You learned to navigate her moods, her sarcasm, and even her occasional backhanded compliments. To your surprise, Aeri started to let go of her âmean-girlâ persona.
She no longer seemed as guarded with you, and the more time you spent together, the more she let you see sides of her that werenât wrapped up in the image of being the perfect cheerleader or the richest girl on campus.
It wasnât until one evening that everything truly changed.
You were back at her apartment for what was supposed to be one of your final work sessions before the project deadline. As usual (now), Aeri was focused for most of the evening yet still actively conversing, but as the hours ticked by, you noticed her energy faltering.
âAhh~ fuck! Weâve been at this for way too long,â she finally said, closing her laptop with a sigh.Â
âLetâs take a break.â
You leaned back in your chair, âThank god you said that,â stretching your arms above your head. âIâm starting to lose it tooâ
Aeri stood and walked to her kitchen, rummaging through her fridge before pulling out a couple of drinks. âWine or White Claws?â she asked, holding them up with a smirk. âI thinkkk~ we deserve a little something for surviving this long.â
You hesitated, glancing between the two options. âUhh~ wines too classy for the occasion,â you said with a laugh, completely taken aback at her sudden behavior
âWhite Claw it is,â she said, tossing one to you before cracking open her own. She plopped down beside you with a smirk. âTo surviving this stupid project,â she said, raising her can in a mock toast.
âTo surviving, Ms. Uchinaga,â you echoed, tapping your drink against hers.
You took a sip, the cold fizz of the seltzer hitting your tongue, but your face instinctively scrunched up at the taste.
Aeri noticed and burst into laughter. âNot a fan, Y/n?â
âItâs free, so I canât really complain,â you replied with a grin. âBut if Iâm being honest, I prefer beer.â
âEw! Beer? Really?â she cringed playfully, shaking her head. âItâs like carbonated piss!â
âOh, so you know what piss tastes like? Weirdo,â you teased without missing a beat.Â
Aeri's mouth dropped open in mock offense, and she gave you a playful shove. âShut the fuck up youâre soo annoying!âÂ
You both laughed, the tension that had lingered for so long between the two of you seemed to dissipate, replaced by something softer.
You saw a side of Aeri that you hadnât seen beforeâone that wasnât wearing her usual cold mask. For once, she was real. Laughing about stupid things, opening up about her dad, venting about her struggles with balancing school and her social life.
Somewhere throughout the conversation, Aeri had absentmindedly turned on a random show in the background, though neither of you paid much attention to it. The drinks kept flowing, and you two lost count after a while, but it didnât matter. You both found yourselves laughing at god knows what, the sound filling the room. But when the laughter finally died down, the air between you shifted againâheavier with something unsaid yet undeniably present.
Your eyes met hers, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The noise from the TV faded into the background as the silence between you, heavy with something mutually unspoken.
Aeri smiled softly, her guard lowered even more this time. âYouâre not as bad as I thought, ya know?â
You laughed nervously, âYouâre also not exactly what I expected either, Ms. Uchinaga.â
âWell, who is Ms. Uchinaga to you, hmm~?â she asked, lazily sipping her drink.
You paused, taken aback from the heavy question.
âWell, at first, Ms. Uchinaga was a bit... stuck up and... kind of a bitch,â you teased with a chuckle. But then your tone softened as you continued, âBut now, I see someone who's actually really hard-working and driven. Sheâs not coldâsheâs just protective of herself. Sheâs witty, smart, and honestly? One of the greatest people I've met. Iâm really lucky I get the pleasure of knowing her.â
You shrugged, finishing your drink while reaching for another, and Aeri smiled, something soft yet needy flickered in her eyes.
She met your eyes and the moment lingeredâjust the two of you, sitting in her ridiculously nice apartment, sharing drinks and paired with a conversation that was so.. intimate.
Your held eye contact had so much unspoken tension. Her eyes were basically longing for you. Â
As much as you wanted to kiss her, something held you back.Â
Maybe it was the fear of misreading the situation? Or maybe you were both afraid to cross that boundary.Â
So, as much as you cherished the soft, tender moment, you let it pass, pushing the thoughts to the back of your mind as you broke eye contact to take a big gulp of your freshly opened drink.Â
You paused, glancing at your half-full can before turning your gaze back to Aeri. Her smile lingered as she lazily sipped her drink.Â
You felt your heart racing as you decided to push the moment just a bit further. âWell... who is Y/n to you?â you asked, your voice soft but direct. âI just shared who you are to me, Uchinagaâ
Aeri blinked, clearly caught off guard by the question. Her drink froze halfway to her lips, and she lowered it slowly, her eyes scanning your face as if searching for the right words.
For a moment, she didnât respond, her expression was contemplative. She placed her drink in her lap and leaned back slightly, her gaze dropping as she fidgeted with the nails again. The silence stretched, but it wasnât uncomfortableâmore like she was deciding how honest she wanted to be.
âY/n...isâ Aeri started, her voice softer than before. âDifferent.â She glanced up, meeting your eyes, and you could see the hesitation in hers. ��Kind. Not like most people I know. You pushed yourself into my life, and you still... stuck around, even when I wasnât the easiest person to be around.â
She let out a quiet laugh, more at herself than anything. âHonestly, I didnât get it at first. Like.. Why you kept trying with me? But now... I think I do.â her voice hinted at knowing something.Â
Her fingers traced the edge of her can, her voice quiet but steady. âAnd youâre patient. And Iâm not used to that. Youâve seen sides of me that I donât let most people see, and I think... Iâve been scared of that.â
You swallowed, her words hanging in the air. âScared?â
âYeah... I think so,â she admitted, her voice almost a whisper. âLike I said before, Iâm not really used to people sticking around just to get to know me. Theyâve always stuck around to use me for some type of gain. But you... youâve just been here. And I think at first, I was afraid that youâre gonna turn out like everyone else but now Iâm scared because I donât feel the need to push you awayâ
A confession?
The weight of her words pressed down on you, the vulnerability in her tone echoing in the room. For a moment, you didnât know what to say, the truth of what sheâd just admitted settling between you both. You could feel the walls between you crumbling, and this time, it wasnât just a fleeting momentâit was real, raw.
You smiled gently, leaning forward just a little. âIâm glad youâre not pushing me away,â you said softly, placing a reassuring hand on her own fidgeting one, your voice steady. âIâm not going anywhere.â
âBetter not.â Aeriâs lips curved into a small, genuine smile, her eyes softening.
Both of your eyes flickered to each other's lips, though the distance between them never closed.
After a few days of wrapping up the project, your mind kept drifting back to that night. The intimate moment between you and Aeri replayed in your thoughts, and the regret of not kissing her gnawed at you. You couldnât help but wonder if sheâd ever reach out again, if she even wanted to, or maybe she was waiting for you to reach out?Â
But then, as if she had been reading your racing mind, there she was. Full of surprises, like always.
A text from Aeri popped up on your phone unexpectedly
âY/n! Come to this party tonight (:â
You stared at the message for a moment, a smile creeping onto your face like a fool while your fingers hovered over the screen as you debated your response.
"Where? And why? You miss me too much, Uchinaga? Lol," you typed back, trying to play it cool, though your heart raced as you hit send.
Her reply came almost immediately.
âSig Chi House! Starts at 9. And duh, I wanna see you there ;)â
Your heart fluttered at the last part, the winky face sending a warm buzz through your chest. You reread the message, biting back a grin, unable to shake the excitement that suddenly pulsed through you.
Aeri Uchinaga what are you doing to meÂ
Sig Chi was exactly how you remembered itâloud music, a packed crowd, and the heavy smell of liquor and cheap cologne wafting through the air. It didnât take long to remember why you stopped coming.
As you weaved through the party, you managed to snag a beer off a random table (which you quickly chugged and put back on the table) before spotting her in the kitchen. She was surrounded by a small group of her cheerleader friends that you recognized and one guy you didnât, all laughing and drinking.
Despite her simple crop top and jeans, she stood out effortlessly. Her hair fell in perfect waves down her back, like a dark waterfall catching the party lights, and for a moment, you couldnât look away.
Then her eyes landed on you, and for a split second, something flickered in her expression. She quickly excused herself from the group, making her way over to you with two drinks in handâa solo cup in one and a beer in the other.
"You made it!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a hug, her scent a mix of straight vodka and the sweet perfume you remembered from the first day of class. Her smile was wide and genuine. "I wasnât sure youâd come, but I saved you a beer."
âWow, thanks, Aeri,â you said, doing your best to keep your nerves in check as you realized she remembered your favorite drink. âCouldnât make you suffer without me for too long, right?â you added with a playful smirk.
Aeri laughed, nudging you lightly. "Oh, shut up!â Her eyes sparkled as she spoke. âBut Iâm glad you came."
She then began going off about something that looked important, but with the noise of the party and the way her lips moved a mile a second, you couldnât quite catch it. Honestly, you probably just looked like a lovesick puppy, completely entranced by her without even processing a word. Just perfectly content being around her.
âAre you even listening to me?â She tried to say over the music, her eyebrows furrowed
âWhat are you even saying?â you asked, leaning down to hear her better, the height difference making it harder.
Aeri leaned in closer, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder close to your neck. Her breath was warm against your ear, and the contact sent a shiver down your spine. âLetâs go outside, I canât hear a fucking thing in here!â she laughed, her voice low. Before you could respond, she wrapped her arm around yours, leading you through the crowded house and out the back door.Â
The noise of the party faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in the cool night air. For a moment, it felt like the party was miles away, just the two of you caught in an orbit only you could understand.
âAh~â Aeri sighed, stretching an arm above her head. âThis is sooo much better.â
âIâll cheers to that,â you sighed, raising your drink slightly.
She leaned in a bit, a playful smile on her face, her voice slightly slurred. âSo... youâre not much of a party person, huh?â
You chuckled. âWhat gave me away?â
Her eyes twinkled with amusement as she laughed softly. âYou shouldâve seen the look on your face when I saw you inside. You looked so lost,â she teased, then giggled. âIt was cute.â
You opened your mouth to say something but something or someone interrupted, causing you both to turn your headsÂ
The porch door swung open, and the guy you had noticed earlier stepped out. He carried himself with the arrogance of someone used to getting what he wanted, his greasy gaze glued to Aeri like she was the prize of the night.
âGiselle, I didnât see you run off earlier,â he said, sliding in too close, completely oblivious to your presence.
You saw how Aeri stiffened slightly but forced a smile, clearly not interested in making a scene. âHi Mark,â she scoffed, her voice cool, though the venom was unmistakable.
Mark leaned in even closer, his arm brushing against Aeriâs, his smirk making your blood boil. You had no right to feel this possessive, but something surged within you at the sight of him invading her space.
âYou wanna.. come back to my place after?â His words were extremely slurred, his eyes quickly shot to you âYouâre hot too, you can come if you want,â he added with a smug grin, as if he was doing you both a favor by suggesting it.
Without thinking, you stepped forward, reaching out to gently pull Aeri back toward you. She glanced at you, a flicker of surprise in her eyes before you gave her a look she hadnât seen from you before. Jealousy and desire.
Aeri raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your boldness. Mark noticed, his cocky smirk faltering.
âSheâs already got plans to come to mine, so you can just fuck offâ you said, keeping your voice steady even though your heart was pounding.
Aeri, catching onto your energy, stepped closer, her shoulder brushing against yours. She turned to Mark, her tone ice-cold. âI donât even know why you would ever think to ask me that?â she asked, emphasizing the absurdity of his request, her head tilting slightly as if she couldnât believe the audacity.
He blinked, clearly caught off guard by Aeriâs cold tone. âWow chill.. No need to be such a stuck-up bitch,â he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice as he stumbled back. His gaze flicked to you, bitterness in his eyes. âFuck you tooâ
You didnât realize Aeri was holding onto you until you started to step toward Mark. As soon as he was gone, Aeri turned to you, a smirk tugging at her lips. âWell, look at you,â she teased, her voice low. âDidnât know we had plans tonight.â
âOh whatever, â You tried to play it cool, but your heart was still racing from the surge of possessiveness you hadnât expected. âI just said that because I didnât like how close he was getting. He seemed like a total douchebag too.â You huffed
Aeri chuckled, stepping in even closer, her breath warm against your neck. âWere you jealous or something n/n?â
Your cheeks burned. âWell- no! IâŚHe was just being an asshole.â
She grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. âUh-huh~ Well, for the record, I liked it.â Her voice dropped, more serious now, as her hand brushed against yours. âYou were kinda hot.â
âOh, shut up.â You tried your best to shrug her off, but the burning red tips of your ears gave you away.
Aeri tilted her head, her teasing grin widening. âNow, Iâm curious,â she said. âWas that all it was? Or do you have something you wanna tell me?â
You blinked, you were soooo caught but still feigned innocence. âWhat! No..â
âYou pulling me away from that guy back there,â she said, crossing her arms as she leaned back. âYou really did look like you were about to tackle him ya know? Was it really just because he was an asshole?â she giggled, she was so messing with you right now
You felt your face heat up. âIt wasnâtâI mean, I didnâtââ
âYouâre cuteâ She laughed, her amusement lighting up the darkness of the night. "Relax, Iâm jusââÂ
You had to say something, even if it made you feel like a fool. The words spilled out before you could stop them.
âOkay fine Aeri itâs because I like you and I have for a while now so of course I didnât like seeing anyone flirt with you or let alone talk like that to yoââ You said it so quickly, you barely breathed between the words. But even in her tipsy state, Aeri understood you perfectly
Before you could finish, Aeri stepped forward, closing the distance between you in an instant. Her lips crashed against yours, fierce and sudden, cutting off your words. The kiss wasnât hesitantâit was full of the tension that had been building between you for weeks.
When she pulled back, she let out a soft, teasing breath. âYouâre an idiot, you know that?â
âWhat?â you breathlessly asked, your eye wide
âI like you too, stupid,â she whispered, her lips brushing yours as she spoke. âFor a while now tooâ
âWait, what?â You blinked, trying to process what just happened
âReally?â You managed to get out
âYes! You dumbass,â she smirked, her voice a low murmur. âNow shut the fuck up and kiss me again before I change my mind.â
Who were you to deny Aeri Uchinaga?
Maybe now she really did have plans to come over tonight.
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thatâs my girl | lance stroll x fem! reader
summary; lanceâs fans hated y/n for her personality and willingness to defend him and herself at any cost. however, their views on her change when a fan meets her and posts all about it
fc; tara yummy
warnings; suggestive comments
taglist; @namgification
note; requested! iâve been obsessed w tara yummy lately but yall my requests are closed atm, iâll open them soon once i finish w the requests i have rn đŤ so pls bear w me n be patient đ
masterlist !
liked by lance_stroll, lilymhe, and others!
yourusername: my man bought me chanel. sick.
username: not her not tagging lanceâŚ
yourusername: donât want people looking at whatâs mine đ¤ˇââď¸đ¤ˇââď¸
lance_stroll: acting like you werenât begging for a bag and a pair of shoesđ¤Ł
yourusername: not u exposing me đŠ
lance_stroll: just telling the truth đ¤Ť
lance_stroll: anything for my girlâ¤ď¸
yourusername: wahhh
username: i wanna be like y/n
yourusername: to be like y/n, u gotta have the y/n mindset đââď¸đââď¸
username: she ate this tho icl
username: ugh i donât like her, sheâs such a gold digger and itâs so obvious
yourusername: gold digger is when girl receives bags from millionaire boyfriendđ¤
username: sheâs so ugly and unclassy, idk why lance is dating her
yourusername: youâre pretty unclassy, but while weâre at it, lance just made out w me đđ
lilymhe: WOWWWW youâre so hot i can treat u better than him
yourusername: i can treat u better than alex bae
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yourusername: i đ¤ st tropez
username: here she goes again w the not tagging himđđđ
yourusername: big deal , iâm literally sitting on him and he watched me post this đĽąđĽą
username: THE SECOND PICTURE???? IS SO???đŠđŠđŠđŠđŠ
username: omg the second picture iâm gonna go crazy
username: who even took the last picture?
yourusername: my boyfriend đĽ
lance_stroll: beautiful as alwaysđ
yourusername: gonna give you a big fat kiss
username: i actually like her but heâs all daddyâs money, she should date some other driver who earned his spot
yourusername: LMFAOOO, babe most drivers on the grid ARE nepo babies and come from rich families đ yall just mad that lawrence is a loving father đ¤đ¤
username: she ate this one thing up
username: i love her idc attitude idk
username: i donât! sheâs so mean and disrespectful to lanceâs fans, itâs so nasty
yourusername: no i just defend myself and lance, maybe if yall werenât coming at my neck every 5 seconds iâd be nicer đĽąđĽą
carmenmmundt: GORGEOUS đ
yourusername: NOOO YOUUđŠ
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f1wagupdates:
a fan met y/n l/n while in new york city! she said that y/n was super nice, complimented her outfit, and even introduced her to lance! turns out the black cat of the paddock is super sweet!
tagged; yourusername, lance_stroll
username: her smile :( she looks so sweet
username: ugh i love her idc what yall think
username: omg omg i was that girl, she even gave me her lip gloss bc i asked about the shadeđŠ
yourusername: lmk what u think bb bc the formula is so chefs kiss
username: omg shes in nyc??? i need to meet her nowww
yourusername: for a couple more days, may or may not pop up in saks tmrw at noonđ¤
username: yâall were just bitter sheâs dating your fave!! y/n will always be her
username: u could never catch me hating on mother
yourusername: i promise you guys iâm not scaryđŠđŠ iâll just defend my man or myself whenever đ¤ˇââď¸
lance_stroll: y/n is the sweetest girl iâve ever met. sheâs made me the happiest man ever. hating on her means hating me. i would take legal action against some people who leave nasty comments but y/nâs against it. sheâs the best girl i could ever ask for. liked by yourusername, f1wagupdates and others!
lance_stroll: but thatâs my girl â¤ď¸
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Omg hi! I'm a new follower and I just read your piece of the hazbin cast w/ reader having a panic attack and it was so sweet đĽşIf possible could you maybe do the same cast of characters but with what they would do if the reader was on their period/period comfort?
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tags: fluff, comfort, afab gn!reader, I decided to go with ftm for angel in this to try it out (lmk what you think!!) :3, periods in Hell are worse than on Earth I feel like that fits, suggestiveness in luci's
Alastor
"Oh, dear, why are you curled up on the floor in the fetal position? Are you hurt? I smell blood." Alastor coos in crackling static. He nods his head, listening to you explain despite you being facedown in said carpet. He'll procure a hot water bottle for your tummy, some aspirin, and some bitter, dark chocolate. He'll even go get one of those sugary iced coffees you love so much. Given the circumstances, Alastor may even allow you to touch his ears, but his mindful of his antlers if you know what's good for you.
Lucifer
Oh no, his poor sweetheart! The King of Hell goes full Mama Goose mode (you can see where Charlie gets it from) and hunts down whatever he thinks you may need. He'll create a little nest fort for you, spooning you from behind and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. He's also not opposed of other ways of relief. In Lucifer's own wise words, "Bow-chick-a-wow-wow." (As long as you're up for it, he's not opposed to giving Charlie a sibling.)
Charlie
She's on it instantaneously! Running around scavaging all sorts of items from tampons to pads to candies-- she's not sure of your preferences, so she gets all of them! Only the best for her sweetie pie!! Huddles extraaaa close to you in your shared blanket cocoon, feeding you chocolates and giving you sweet nuzzles.
Vaggie
Immediately sends you off for a hot bath while she changes and washes the sheets so that they're nice, warm, and fresh. She also will prepare your favorite pajamas and snacks, digging through some films for one to watch. Vaggie will do what she can to make sure you're well-rested, hydrated, and most importantly; comfortable.
Husk
Immediately goes to the women of the hotel and asks about what sort of toiletries the hotel has to offer. He's discreet about your situation and grateful for their help. He wants you to feel better as soon as possible even if that means your symptoms haven't fully gone away yet! The scent of blood is strong on you and if he can notice you from a mile away, he's certain others have too. So, he creates a little nest for you two, the bar is closed down for the day, and cuddles you close to his chest.
Angel Dust
He'll spoon you from behind, resting his warm hand on your tummy. From what Cherri has told him, this shit's worse than when you guys were alive. Hell really does have a hard-on for torturing people. Angel will be as vigilant as he can, getting you whatever you may need, reassuring you gently that just because you have your period doesn't change who you are as a person nor how you idenitify. You're you, no matter what your body does or doesn't do.
Vox
What's that? Oh, shit, that's when you-- yeah? Oh, okay got it. That sounds like that sucks. Yeah, he doesn't mind grabbing some things for you but he's a bit stiff when it comes to comfort. He knows what it is for sure and he'll do his best. Velvette might tear him a new asshole. He does genuinely want you to feel better, he doesn't like seeing you in pain. He's just a little lost.
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⢠warnings/notes: husband! jing yuan x gender neutral! reader. toothrotting fluff, cute domestic banter tbh. husband yuan nation, please rise. not proofread, we die like tingyun. might be ooc. pls lmk if i got any of the hsr terminology wrong.. appreciate any type of feedback & please please pleaseee send me reqs if u have any âŠ
âbeloved, am i really that bad of a general?â
the all too familiar baritone of your husbandâs voice fills in your ears, as you raise your gaze from the distance, only to watch him sulk from where he was sat upon the seat of divine foresight.
to anyone that squints, would be graced upon a phenomenon all too oddâ jing yuan, one of seven arbiter generals, pouting.
âand what.. exactly makes you think so, âyuan?â you already knew the answer, but you still entertained the fact he was pouting, almost comically the same way yanqing does, when you deny him from making impulsive sword purchases.. or the same way mimi, your household lion, scrunches up her face and paws at your clothes when you tell her that she won't get any more snacks for the night.
said man sits up from where he's at, and abruptly makes his way down to where you're seatedâ at his desk. sorting through some of the things unattended earlier during his earlier escapade to fyxestroll garden.
âwell.. you know.â he deadpans, staring down at you. you have to keep in a giggle, finding the way he waited so patiently for you to finish with the work at your side, almost akin to your precious lion who does the same.
you heave a sigh, but in an amused way, as you stack the last documents into a neat pile and turn in your chair, and upon being graced with your attention; your lover nearly falls dramatically into your arms.
âi can't help but think i should just hand over my resignation early. you know what, fu xuan probably saw this coming,â he fake-wails, as you caress his hair, cooing at the man who was currently at your feet.
eventually, he relents, when you tug a little hard on his fluffy white mane. âdarling.. is this about cirrus?â the mere mention of the heliobus makes jing yuan glower, and you practically have to bite back your laughter at the expression, opting to clear your throat instead.
he stays silent for a second, then scrunches his face. â..absolutely not,â he retaliates in a serious tone. then, he slumps forward again, almost nuzzling into your lap as he tries to hypothesize. âit's just. i need some constructive criticism, before i actually hand over my position to someone else, you know,â he reasons, but you know better.
âright, why of course.â you humor him a little bit longer. pushing the generalâs buttons has always been your favorite past time activity.
he pulls away, getting on his feet before he gathers your hands into his and gives you a solemn look. âyou get me, my love. this is why we're married.â
that makes you crack a smile. jing yuan only raises a brow, but returns the smile nevertheless, a little hesitant. âyuan, i love you, but. you mean solid constructive criticism like.. i don't know, maybe it's about time you retired and took a big fat cat nap?â you suggest with a snort, and jing yuan simply huffs. (yeah, mimi definitely got the attitude from her dad).
you shake your head, dragging him to sit next to you as you elaborated. âin all seriousness.. you're not a bad general. not a bad mentor, father or husband, jing yuan. don't let that silly heliobiâs words get to your head.â the tall man, lets you cup his face, squishing his cheeks as you pepper kisses across them, as if to prove your point.
he simply gathers your form up into his arms, holding you tightly and you can't help but relax into the warmth he emits. he's truly a big cat. âyou know, iâm starting to think this must be how birds that nest in your hair must feel.â you point out with a false-huff, after a minute of silence.
jing yuan chuckles at that, purposely tugging you by the waist; flush closer against his torso as he nuzzles into youâ pale locks of his hair cloud your vision. âwhy, of course. a wise, little sparrow, you are.â he snuggles against you, golden eyes softening as they examine your reactions. âin fact, my favorite.â the baritone of his words send a pleasant wave of warmth through your body, you can feel him smile against your skin as he litters little kisses here and there.
to be fair, if you were held prisoner in his gentle yet steady hold forever, you were more than willing to be reduced to a mere bird, for eternity. okay, and maybe you would miss making snarky rebuttals at the general, but that's about it.
as you're resting yourself against him, a thought crosses your mind, and you'd bask in the silent affection but your loud thoughts cut you short. âand for the record, you still should've let me kick cirrusâs butt.â as expected, a hearty laugh booms from the manâs chest, the vibrations making your body tingle.
âi love you.â he says, practically purring, as the gigantic man nuzzles even further into the crevice of your neck, pressing yet another kiss to the spot he loves. his hair tickles your neck, but you love the familiarity of it all.
what a heavenly life you live, as the generalâs personal songbird.
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SHOCK FACTORâ
彥 PART 3
Previous. Next.
Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Rival!Reader
Warnings: swearing, suggestive jokes/language, tension
Summary: having Paigeâs number means she can bother you whenever she wants, but maybe a night out with her isnât a bother at all.
A/n: enjoy guys đlmk what you think of this one
YOU
is this paige?
???
Has anyone else given you their number since you got here?
YOU
noâŚ
PAIGE
Aight, so who else would it be then? đ¤đź
YOU
i shouldâve thrown out that napkin tbh!đ
PAIGE
Ignoring that. Howâs the hangover?
YOU
itâs ok. getting coffee helped ig
PAIGE
Having another night out might help tooâŚif u fw that
YOU
with you? id rather die then âfw thatâ đ
PAIGE
Ok rot in ya hotel room see if I care đ¤ˇđźââď¸
Seen.
PAIGE
Actually nvm I feel bad for ur miserable ass. U shud fr go out and see what Connecticut has to offer. Ever been to Gianniâs?
YOU
no i havenât, Iâve only been here for like two days. is it italian food?
PAIGE
Only the best in town đ u shud def go
YOU
ugh I would but i have to see if elaine can take me cus my teammates are busy
PAIGE
I could take u if u want?
YOU
typingâŚ
YOU CAN FEEL yourself getting socially drained as you text her, at least thatâs what you tell yourself. Paige is infuriating and arrogant, which comes with the deadly additions of charisma and the ability to keep you on edge with every word spoken, or even typed.
Youâd always known of this, even before your game with her that day. A player like Paige can be hard to come across; perfectly capable, talented and independent yet somehow the best team player out there, sharing passes she can without a doubt make. Why? Because she doesnât need to prove anything.
It often bothered you, especially since you constantly needed to prove yourself during the start of your college career. You took every shot you could get your hands on, and she gave shots away like candy whilst still having a huge reputation as a player. Obviously it went deeper than that, but the simple fact just stuck to your brain.
You canât help but recall her face, inches from yours attempting to pry your ball from your grasp. Like she was deserving, like it was hers for the taking. She had made a similar face on the panel where she dissed you soon afterwards, and then again while watching you at the bar, and just before writing her number on the napkin. You wondered if she was making that face right now as she texts you.
PAIGE
I could take u if u want?
The text is simple but it summons some sort of unique feeling in you. Paige Bueckers is offering to pick you up in her car, on her night off, and take you to a restaurant. And you, for whatever reason, are considering saying yes.
Sighing to yourself, you weigh your options. Option one: you sit around your hotel alone till your teammates come back, most probably drunk from a bar since itâs a Saturday. Option two: you ask Elaine to take you out once again, even though youâre probably gonna see her the whole week youâre here. Option three: you let the girl who shit-talked you at a post game conference take you out for dinner.
YOU
i guess i should go out. DONT act like ur doing me a favour thoâŚ.n if I donât have fun iâm blocking u.
PAIGE
Drop the addy. Iâll come by in an hour
Seen.
After hurriedly pulling yourself together, taking an Advil, checking out the restaurantâs Instagram and getting ready you canât help but find your heart steadily hammering inside of you. Paige is coming to your hotel. Youâre gonna be in her car. Sheâs taking you to her favourite restaurant. This has to be the most peculiar thing that has happened all year.
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The car ride is significantly better then you expected it would be. Paige adamantly seems to prevent any room for awkward silence to seep through, commenting on your outfit and filling the vehicle with music that makes the interior buzz from the volume. She has a free look on her face, chair reclined more then youâd dare if you were in the drivers seat, hair blowing in her face from the windows being down.
âIâm surprised youâre driving me out.â You say, finally airing what was on your mind.
Paige shrugs. âDidnât feel like drinking today. Plus, Iâm in the mood to be generous and show you what Storrs has.â
âIf someone told me Iâd be hanging out with Paige Bueckers like a week ago, I think Iâd be fucking appalled. Or disgusted. Or both.â You laugh.
She chuckles, glancing at you sneakily. âYou swear a lot, donât you?â
âAwe my bad.â You pout, giving her a fake-concerned look. âForgot you canât handle a little language.â
âI can handle it,â she grumbles. âI just think cursing is better for specific situations.â
âLike what?â
Paige wets her lips almost sheepishly, but she keeps her eyes straight on the road. âLike sex.â
A beat passes before you respond âSorry I couldnât savour a couple words for you and your little kink.â
She looks over at you now, and you meet her gaze as equally as you can. She just lets out a smile, shaking her head to herself as she pulls into the parking lot. You try to ignore the elevator-sinking feeling in your stomach from her words as you get out from the car.
The restaurant is beautiful. Itâs cozy, ambient and well decorated. Not too fancy and not too full, just perfect. Youâre seated in a more secluded area, per Paigeâs request. She orders for you, insisting she knows exactly what to get for the best possible experience.
The food is good, and you donât feel the need to hide it from Paige, who visibly grows at your praise for the place she picked out.
âSo, are you jus in Connecticut for Elaine?â She says.
âNot really.â You reply. âMe and some of the others are just doing a little East Coast road-trip. I wasnât really interested in coming to Storrs, but it made sense to come by and see her.â
âFor a whole week?â She raises her eyebrow. âSeems like youâre close.â
âI was only gonna stay in Storrs for a couple days, then go to Hartford but the girls seem to like it here.â You shrug. âThey think itâs cute, being a small town and all, but itâs pretty boring if youâre not a student.â
âItâs better if youâre with fun people.â She smiles.
âI hope you donât think youâre fun.â
âCompared to Elaine I definitely am.â Paige scoffs.
You canât help but feel a little more hostility than humour in her tone.
âDo you guys know each other?â You ask, as sly and innocent as you can muster. Paige seems hesitant.
âNah.â She finally decides. âI mean, weâve talked before. Ion know her personally.â
âItâs kinda funny, she said she doesnât pay much attention to you but I think she might have a little crush.â You laugh.
Paige visibly stiffens at this, which catches you by surprise.
In a split second she regains her calm, unbothered composure. âWhat has she said?â
âNot much.â You shrug. âJust seems a little interested.â
Paigeâs jaw clenches for a moment, and youâre not surprised when she changes the subject. âHow many people have been on your case since I posted that picture of us from the bar on my story?â
âGod, so many.â You laugh, shaking your head. âYou?â
âYou donât even wanna know.â She scoffs. âNot sure why everyone was so crazy bout it though, sânot like we were beefing for real.â
âRight!â You say, happy she seems to be on the same page. âIt was just some petty crap. I guess people just really were hoping there would be some rivalry.â
You think for a moment, before saying. âMaybe we should keep this drama thing up. Might be fun.â
âItâs a lil too late for that,â Paige shakes her head with a slight smile. âremember how KK and Ice were on live yesterday at the coffee shop? Yeah, we kinda were in the background at some point. People saw us talking.â
âYouâre joking.â
âDead serious. There are edits and everything.â
You rest your head in your hands, elbows on the table, lessening the proximity between you and her. âI only get into these weird ass situations when I interact with you, Paige.â
She sits up in her seat, blue eyes quickly looking you up and down. âYet youâre still here.â
âGirlâs gotta have fun.â You shrug. Her foot hits yours under the table, her eyebrow raised as if challenging you. You have a sudden thought of going under the table and letting your hands unzip her cargo pants, but instead you just kick her back.
âWanna go?â She asks. You donât want to go back to the hotel, and she seems to pick up on it. âThe area weâre in is nice. We can walk around a bit.â
You smile and nod. âSplit the bill?â
âFuck no.â She shoots you a look, pulling out her credit card from the back of her phone.
âYou cursed!â You exclaim, to which she scoffs.
âI said itâs alright in specific situations.â
Now itâs your turn to scoff. âWell weâre not having sex, are we?â
The way her eyelashes flutter at your question gives you jitters. âAight, stop talking.â She finally manages to respond. You just send her a look that you hope makes her nervous.
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âYouâre not funny.â She grumbles, attempting to grab your phone from you.
âBack off, Bueckers! Iâm serious.â You laugh, sidestepping her with your phone above your head. The street was empty and the lights were on, putting the two of you in a yellow glow against the night. Youâd been walking around the neighbourhood, observing houses and learning a bit about Storrs for the past hour.
âGive me your phone, I know you ainât deleting those.â She huffs, grabbing for your phone. You try to escape her grasp but sheâs got longer limbs, so eventually your phone is in her pocket and sheâs wearing a proud look on her face.
Itâs nice to walk in the quiet of evening, her beside you. You have no idea where you are but you canât help but trust she can get you back to the car in no time. Not just yet though.
You turn to look at Paige almost shamelessly. Thereâs just so much to observe with her. Her confident posture, toothy smile, sleek straightened blonde hair, even the baggy cargo pants and sweater. She always looked good, it never failed to annoy you.
âEither your pants are too tight or crazy baggy.â You note. She just raises her eyebrow.
âSounds like you just want me to take my pants off at this point.â
âWouldnât mind a little show.â You reply almost instantly, shocking yourself at the surge of confidence. She doesnât seem taken aback, in fact sheâs intrigued.
âIs that your usual routine? Have a meal out then have a meal at home?â
âMaybe it is.â You shrug. âI never object to a wine n dine.â
âAnd what exactly would you object to?â
âCocky girls who think theyâre the shit.â You say, turning your head to face her. You donât mean to target her, but she simply smiles.
âIs it really being cocky if I can back it up though?â Paige asks quietly. Youâre not walking anymore, stuck in place on an empty path between buildings. Sheâs closing in on you until your back hits a brick wall. The way Paige is staring down at you, hands in her pockets, lip between her teeth. Itâs nothing youâd object to, ever.
âI wonât believe it till I see it.â You mutter, holding her eye. The air is tense in a new way that you havenât felt with her since you first met in the bar. Her face is entrancing.
Paigeâs hands lift your jaw upwards, and she leans into your ear. âYou might not see it,â she mumbles, breath hot against your skin. âBut youâll definitely feel it.â
When she pulls back from your ear she stays hovering just above you, hands chastely holding your head up. Youâre in the perfect position to kiss, and you canât stop your eyes from darting between her electric stare to her lush, pink lips.
You can literally feel her breath on your mouth when a piercing ring cuts through the moment. Itâs coming from her pocket, and she pulls out your phone. Paigeâs face twists as she reads the screen. âItâs Elaine.â
âJust- just decline it.â You rush out, not caring how desperate you sound. You can feel how wet you are, and the lack of heat against you is blaring.
âShe texted you too.â Paige scoffs. âSheâs waiting for you at your hotel.â
You donât even know what to say. Paigeâs face is expressionless. Youâre disappointed, but thereâs no point in begging. Nothing really happened.
âLetâs get you home.â She says, starting to walk back from where you came. âShouldnât keep her waiting.â Her tone is dripping with toxicity. It makes you shiver.
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getting even | lee haechan (P2)
synopsis â Â Haechan promises you that he wasn't the one behind the prank. But he also tells you that he likes you. You're torn between which one you want to believe more.
pairing - haechan x fem!reader
genre - university!au, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, very slice of life, eventual smut (MDNI)
Wc - 19k
content - camping, clubbing (again), smut (MDNI)
warnings: reader is drunk in one scene
a/n - YAYYYYYY here's the final part of getting even!! thank you for waiting patiently and I'm sorry it took this long,, thank you guys so much for your reactions and feedback on the first part, it definitely helped me finish this part quicker than I wouldve! i had so much fun with this haechan, and i hope you guys have fun with him <33 smut tags will be under the cut (not proofread sorry)
this is the second part of the getting even series! make sure to read the first part before reading this ^^
smut tags - fingering, unprotected sex (dont do this <3), oral (m receiving), praises, dirty talk?? like barely...., gets romantic and sappy in the middle sorry, lmk if I missed anything <3
âIs that everything?â Yubin scribbles at her clipboard as Juyeon closes the trunk of the van shut, clapping his hands together to rid of any excess dust.
âSeems like it,â Sohee speaks out softly, but her sigh is unmistakable. âBut Jihoon is late. Again,â Everyone looks around for any sign of Jihoon, but it seems like your whole radio club is assembled but him.
âAh, no worries. I just got a text from him saying heâs on the way. Something about Yubin wanting extra drinksâŚâ Juyeon pipes up. Said club manager flushed as she got called out, waving her hand and scoffing in denial. âI didnât say that! I just said, you know, that he should bring things to make the trip more⌠livelier?â For this semester's story scoop, your club had decided to make a trip to the rural farming areas just a few hour's drive south. Juyeon, the modern history major, had said that there was a grasshopper surge that he had decided to study for in his first year of course, which led to everyone being interested in how the farmers reacted to such a phenomenon. And so you all banded together and rented two vans and borrowed Yubinâs car, now filled with equipment and luggages, to stay in the town for two nights and conduct primary research on the topic.
Everyone seems excited one way or another for such an event, viewing this trip as a much-needed break from studying and assignments. Well, everyone except for your beloved friend, Naeun.
âI already feel sticky and we havenât even started the trip,â Your selective germaphobic friend murmurs as she eyes the camping equipment that is being shoved at the back of the van by Minseok and Soyeon.Â
You roll your eyes at her dramatics. âYou wouldnât be complaining like this if Jeno was in the mix,â You lightly shove your shoulder against hers, giggling when she glares at you.
âJokes on you, I would be saying the same thing. Just with different context,â You grimace at her suggestive brows fluttering at you. Still, before you can let your impulsive thoughts take over and strangle her, you hear the crunch of tires against asphalt. You are met with a car pulling up at the waiting area where your club is waiting.
Jihoon steps out of the car and daps up Juyeon and Minseok, while bowing politely and apologising for being late towards Sohee and Yubin.Â
âIf it makes you feel better I bought a lot of alcohââ Yubin's sharp laugh cuts off the rest of his sentence as she smacks at his shoulder a few times, her cackles bordering like a threat.Â
âYouâre so young and dumb, running your mouth. Oh, to be youthfulâŚnow get your shit out of the car.â She pinches his shoulder before gesturing towards the vehicle heâd pulled up in.
âActually, I was gonna ask for a favour tooâŚâ The rest of the sentence goes unnoticed by you as your attention catches on the car that Jihoon has just gotten out of. It seems like he wasnât the only person, and you hadnât realised that until the car doors had opened and out stepped Jeno and Haechan.
âNo fucking way,â Naeun pales next to you, and the feeling is mutual as your eyes widen on reflex. âWe should really try being scared of good grades instead,âÂ
Jeno steps out of the car holding a box filled with what looks like alcohol and snacks that go along, his sleeveless shirt highlighting his flexed biceps as he carries the box towards where Jihoon is gesturing. Haechan, too, steps out with a box in his grip, adorning a simple shirt and summer shorts, and you canât pull your eye away from him. Jihoon has his friends distract Yubin and Sohee from his late arrival (it works on the former, not much on the latter) as he guides Haechan and Jeno to shove the boxes in the back of the van youâre taking.
âI even brought extra sleeping bags, theyâre new so you donât have to worry,â His smile stays on even when Yubin pinches at his cheek. âLook at you trying. Hey, we have two extra seats in the vans if you two want to join?â She ignores the sharp look she receives from Sohee as she looks at Jeno and Haechan, who give a glance at each other and then Jihoon, and back to Yubin.
âThanks for the offer, but I have a game to practice for,â Jeno smiles, and you feel Naeun grip at your wrist. He casts a glance at you, which sends you into a shock before a smile takes over his features. Everyoneâs now looking at Haechan, and thereâs only one way he can react when he has this much attention on him.
âHow could I reject such an offer,â He bats his lashes as Jihoon grapples him into a friendly headlock.Â
âIâm done,â You mutter, as everyone bustles around you to get their items in the car, Juyeon and Haechan are discussing how to ration their clothes for the latter to use, while Jihoon pulls out a fully inflatable flamingo from the trunk of his car, trying to somehow persuade Sohee on bringing it along.Â
âThere isnât even a pool there!â
âBut thereâs a lake, no?â
Your shoulders slump in defeat. âNaeun, Iâm so done,â Naeun relaxes his grip on your wrist when Jeno waves goodbye to everyone once Jihoon takes all his belongings out of the car. She pats your shoulder encouragingly, prioritising herself now that Jeno isnât around to send her into a loop.
âYouâll be fine, I mean, heâs probably gonna be preoccupied with Jihoon. You probably wonât be able to even interact with him.â
True to her word, everything was fine. You didnât even have to share an awkward greeting with him in front of everyone to save face and show that you get along well. Your tasks were assigned briefly by Sohee, and everything fit like it was planned to in the trunk of the vans.
Youâre sitting in the back seat of one of the vehicles when the door opens and in comes Haechan. You do a mental check and realise that the only seats left are the two available ones next to you; although one was occupied by Juyeonâs massive skincare bag. As you were about to shove the bag in the middle seat and have Haechan sit on the opposite side, the bag was swiftly taken away by the owner himself.
âAh, we need to make some space here for you to sit.â His sweet smile comes sinister in your eyes, as you see Haechan looking at the place before sparing a glance at you, the first of the day if anyone was keeping count. Not that you were.Â
Seeing the caution in your eyes, he goes to settle himself on the opposite side, leaving the middle space empty for your comfort. As Haechan is trying to settle into the car seat, Jihoon takes a moment to glance inside before disappearing for a quick moment and returning with a pool toy, which he promptly hands to his friend.
âThereâs no more space at the trunk,â He shoves it even more at Haechanâs side, making the boy tumble and fall into the middle seat instead, his hand coming in contact with yours. As you flinch, you just manage to realize what is happening before Jihoon closes the car door and heads to the passenger seat. Yubin starts the drive, and you find Naeun and Minseok in the middle row, with Naeun looking back at you with concern evident in her eyes.
You try to wave her off the best you can without Haechan realising, but it seems like heâs too preoccupied battling with the inflatable flamingo. âWhy donât you deflate it and inflate it when we get there?â He calls towards the front of the car at his friend.
Jihoon spins around from his seat and tries to look at Haechan through the gaps from the overshadowing pool toy. âThis oneâs weird, it doesnât easily inflate again, so might as well just take it there while itâs fully filled. Itâs not a tight fit for you two, is it?âÂ
Haechan gives the toy one more push and itâs angled in the least invasive way, yet his left side is pressed against you, and you canât help but focus on the contact that his knee makes against yours, as the warmth of his skin travels easier with the skirt youâre wearing. You try your best to not look at the guy next to you, reminding yourself that it's only a two-hour drive, and you can probably try to sleep through most of it.
âNo, weâre okay,â You ease Jihoonâs worries, who smiles brightly at you before turning back around.
Tucking yourself against the car, you try to find an angle that's most comfortable for you to fall asleep in, but while youâre shifting around something blankets your legs. When you open your eyes, you see Haechan placing a jacket on your leg. Where did he even pull this out from?
Looking at him, his gaze follows up from his jacket placed on your leg to your face, giving you a light smile as he tries his best to give you space even in the tight fit. Without a word, he folds himself against the flamingo toy and closes his eyes, ready to sleep. You want to thank him for his gesture, but as you see his breathing steady, you instead decide to follow his lead and shut your eyes, careful with his jacket against your legs. Soon, your eyelids begin to drift down, and your breaths become slower and deeper until you eventually slip into a restful sleep.
After what feels like a few hours, you awaken to find the van has stopped moving, and the rest of the club members have already gathered outside. You take the jacket in your hands and stretch your weary legs out before stepping outside, feeling the cool summer breeze against your face. Naeunâs the first person to realise that youâve stepped out, waving her hand at you and gesturing you to join their circle.
âGood morning sleeping beauty,â She teases when you catch up, bumping her shoulder against yours.
âAlright guys, there are four tents, three of them fitting two people and one fitting three. You can pair up and grab them and set up at this area.â Sohee ticks off things on the clipboard, not taking her eyes off of it as she informs your group. âTry to be done by one, weâll take a drive down to the village area and have lunch before we take a look around and see if thereâs anyone whoâs willing to be interviewed.â People have started to gather their bags from around their feet, ready to set up the tents. âAnd be careful about the space, we donât want to be too crowded because itâs already hot enough. I know the lake is just a few minutes walk away from here, but refrain froââ
âLetâs start setting up, yeah?â Yubin claps her hands together, effectively cutting her partner off and letting everyone disperse.Â
As you find an area to set up your tent, youâre not even done with hammering in the corners of the tent into the ground before you hear your friend groan.Â
"I never imagined they'd make us actually set up our own tents on this trip," Naeun sighs.
"Oh, come on, it's not that hard," you retort. "Besides, it's all part of the experience, isn't it?"
"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that," Naeun laughs.
"Hey, I'm serious! This is meant to be fun," you reply with a smile. As you near the end of your process, you take a moment to look around the camping area. In the middle of a faux circle your tents are making is a general campfire and dock, where most of the snacks and drinks are placed, ready for consumption at later times in the day. Looking at everyone setting up their respective tents, you catch a glimpse of Haechan and Jihoon working diligently. Haechanâs back faces you as he hammers in the corner of his tents to the ground, and youâre only taken away from such a view when Naeun clears her throat.
âIâm innocent,â You donât even look at her as you say this. Rolling her eyes at your helpless behaviour, your friend turns to the two of them setting up, before feigning a voice of interest. âOh! Did you guys set up next to us? Weâre neighbours now,â Jihoon looks up and smiles cheekily, indulging in your friends' reactions as he starts to talk about how excited he is about the trip. Meanwhile, Haechan merely glances at her, before his eyes shift past her figure and land on you.Â
You shift in place at his gaze, meekly lifting a hand to wave hello, unable to think of anything else. A gleaming smile breaks out on his features as the corner of his lips tilts up, laughing at your awkward behaviour. You break eye contact, not wanting to spend another second subjecting yourself to being ridiculed like this. When you do, your eyes fall into the lent jacket folded and perched on top of your bag, a reminder that youâre yet to give it back.
When you and Naeun shove your bags into the tent and zip the entry close halfway, you hear a clap echo from behind you, where Yubin stands in the middle of the dock.Â
âIs everyone done? Come around so we can do a quick brief before we go into the village,â When you all circle around her and the other club leader, a quick rundown is given to you of what is to expect when you head down to the village. You will all go around the village as a group, asking the residents about their knowledge of the grasshopper surge and if theyâre willing to participate in a form of interview
The drive to the village was less squished as all the items youâve packed have been unloaded, and you are able to view the beautiful scenery you had missed while asleep on the way here. Soyeon reaches over and tries to point at the best scenery for you to view, while Minseok tries to distract you by claiming to see a cow every few seconds.
You arrive at the village entrance, your windows rolled down to take in the fresh air and appreciate the charming farming fields spread out before you. The trees swing with the light summer breeze, while the shine of the sun highlights the bright-coloured fruits hanging off of the different gardens of each house. The houses are all clustered together, no doubt creating an easy atmosphere for friendliness between neighbours.
As you exit the van, your eyes slowly wander around to take in the sights of the village. Juyeon spots a few kids running around and playing with large hoola hoops, exchanging a friendly smile and wave with them. Both Yubin and Jihoon seem excited to wander around, quickly taking the opportunity to explore the quaint village by walking into the streets.
Itâs quiet as you pass by the houses, with the people no doubt staying inside to have a nice lunch while staving off the heat. âI think thereâs a good Naengmyeon store just a few minutes walk.â Sohee looks at both her phone and the clipboard alternatively, before starting her journey without a glance behind her.Â
As you follow Sohee, you and Naeun walk side by side, taking in the fields and their vacancy. âItâs so serene,â she chimes.
You hum, âIt must be so relaxing to live here, even the weather is good,â You stretch your arms out to get a better feel. âIf I was living here I wouldnât have a single complaint. I bet they all must be nice too,âÂ
âIf I lived here,â Jihoon chimes, âI would be one of those old people that walks around with a stick I just found on the ground,âÂ
âI would live here with you,â Haechan adds with a smile. âJust so I can break your stick and laugh when you fall,âÂ
Jihoon jokingly goes to wrap his arms around Haechan, who tries to defend himself by delivering jabs into his friendâs waist. Your group laughs at their antics before suddenly being made to take a sharp left.
The quietness that existed two seconds before the turn is now all gone, as youâre met with the bustle of what you assume is the village centre. Market stalls litter around as kids run through their gaps. People gather around shaded decks, fanning themselves with various objects as middle-aged women gossip around. Even the two restaurants are bustling, but when Sohee goes to the one she had previously found, they miraculously provide tables for all nine of you, splitting into groups of four and five.
As fate would have it, youâre seated with Haechan and Jihoon, with the latter too oblivious to the stiff body language you and Naeun now harbour. Haechan provides a tight smile, but his friend goes on about how heâs starving. He calls for the owner of the place and orders your food.
The woman looks to be around sixty years old, and itâs obvious that youâre all thinking the same thoughts; she would be a good candidate to interview. âAnything else,â She jabs when you all silently look at her.Â
Jihoon, ever the extrovert, sacrifices himself. âAh, actually maâam, I hope this doesnât sound rude, but how old are you?â You canât help but wince at his choice of sentence, now looking anywhere but at either one of their directions. Haechan purses his lips while Naeun coughs and goes to cover her face with her hand.
You feel more than hear her anger radiating off of the poor woman, as she shoves her hand into her apron pockets defensively. âMy, talk about ânot wanting to sound rudeâ,â She mocks. âMight as well ask what my income is, or better yet, the size of my brââ
âPlease donât misunderstand! I was just curious because Iâm here toââ
âJust wait for your food and eat it diligently before I decide to kick you out,â Jihoon shrinks back in his seat, nodding his head solemnly. She tsks one more time before sauntering off, groaning and muttering under her breath as she goes.
âThat couldnât have gone any better,â Haechan pats his friend's shoulder, before tucking his chair further away from him, his foot bumping against you in the process. You share brief eye contact, about to share some awkward niceties before Jihoon goes to strangle him, something that occurs constantly it seems. You turn to Naeun, who looks back at you at the same time, with what you guess is the same bewilderment evident in your eyes. You burst out into laughter, leaning into one another as you take in what had happened
When youâve all licked your bowls clean and had Jihoon semi-formally apologise for offending the lady, the group decided to saunter around the centre in order to find people to interview.Â
âOkay, not a hard task.â Yubin looks at the clipboard that Sohee holds in her grasp, turning back to look at all of you. âWe just need to be friendly, and boom, interview opportunity. But in case that doesnât work, letâs have Jihoon-â The boy in question groans, âAnd Soyeon go around and try to conduct a mini questionnaire. Just simple questions like how long theyâve lived here, what their occupation is, and then find a leeway to ask about the grasshoppers.â Yubin clasps her hands together, and when no one budges, she starts shooing you off. Jihoon and Soyeon, the two clear extroverts of the group walk away, while Minseok starts dragging Juyon in the direction of a doughnut shop he wanted to try. Yubin and Sohee have their own way of handling things, which leaves you with Haechan and Naeun.
Naeun decides to be the icebreaker this time around, as she turns to both Haechan and you. âYay! Weâre our own trio now,â She makes some jazz hands as she says, âJust like old times in the Beehive club,â Your smile turns sour at the mention of the club.
You cross your hands in front of you in thought. âHow can we approach someone about this?â You questioned out loud, but Haechan smiled at you before patting a hand on his chest.
âI can charm anyone over the age of fourty-five, itâs a hidden talent of mine. Alongside being able to juggle five things at the same timeââ
ââThereâs no way you can juggle five things at the same time.â
â... Do you want my help or not?â You and Naeun shove two thumbs up each in motivation before the boy takes a deep breath and starts scanning the area. With the bustle of lunchtime, there are a lot of people going around, some now setting up their dessert market stalls.Â
Haechan shoots his chance by going up to a grandpa who walks by, wearing long sleeves and pants to stave off the burn of the sunlight. âHi, sorry to bother but do you think you would be⌠interestedâŚâ The man kept walking as if nothing had happened, barely blinking when Haechan had come up to him. âOkay, thatâs okay. Maybe he was hard of hearing?â As if on cue, the man waves as someone calls his name, going up to them and maintaining a conversation.
Now you have to find someone else. Simultaneously, all of your gazes fall on this one old lady pushing her cart, with a bit of a struggle if the minute movements of the cart are anything to go by.
Haechan makes his way through to her. âAye, it must be hard for you to carry all of this alone. Let me help you miss,â He flashes his charming smile and you canât help but find him endearing. In the summer heat, his cheeks look warmer than usual, as the shine of the sun reflects off his skin gleamingly. He looks cute, and you suddenly feel a sort of ache bloom in you.
The grandma squints for a while as she looks up at Haechanâs figure looming over her, and you would too if you were in her position; heâs practically beaming. But when she lifts her hand off of the handles of the carriage, it isnât to give the boy reign but rather to deliver a hard-hitting smack at his shoulder.
You flinch and Naeun lets out a shocked shriek, as Haechanâs eyes widen, hand coming up to his bicep as he steps back.
âDamn city boy, youâre in my way!â She trudges off, and you all canât help but look at her retreating back, the ring of her cart mocking your attempts.
It was difficult to try again after those failed attempts (you found it cute as Haechan would pout every now and then while he rubbed at his shoulder), but when Minseok and Juyeon had come back with three successful participants, you had all suddenly felt extremely competitive.Â
And so you tried again, and again, and once more. Finally, a lady who was selling tanghulu had asked about your reason for visiting this town, to which she had nodded earnestly when finding out you were here to know more about the grasshopper surge. She later agreed enthusiastically when you had asked with your sweetest voice if she doesnât mind being interviewed about it, going as far as to invite you to her house.
âAh, we donât wanna intrude on your privacy,â You had started shaking your hands about, but the lady merely tched at your behaviour. âNonsense, if anything, you can do me a favour by coming in and keeping me company,â She gestured at her meek stall, and you couldnât help but smile sweetly and nod.
With all of the interviews and mini-questionnaires secured, your group popped back into the van and ventured back to your camping grounds. Your village centre trip had taken a few hours to finish, and it was no surprise that by the time you had gone back, it was dark, and you were hungry once more.
Soyeon giggled next to you when she heard your stomach grumble. âI can make a mean shin ramen if youâd like,â You were about to bashfully thank her for offering before Juyeon loudly spoke up.
âYouâre hungry too right? See Yubin, we should start the fire and barbeque now!â A bit more whining occurs before the fire pit is finally lit. In the dark of the summer night, a light breeze still comes around now and then. You drape a blanket stolen from your tent over your and Naeunâs legs, sitting on the log as everyone tends to a different part of the camping experience.
Yubin and Juyeon get busy with making the food, while Jihoon crowns himself as the bartender of the night, but instead of mixing drinks he merely passes them around and encourages everyone to take a sip before the food gets ready. Sohee quietly sets up a corner of the circle for smores to be made without risking the marshmallows from catching on fire, and a bit to her left sits Haechan, who sips at his bottle of beer while looking at the fire.
It seems like even the warm tone of the fire compliments his skin a lot, and you canât help but look in his direction constantly, your eyes not wanting to look away. Naeun drones about a cute bag she had seen in the market earlier in the day, but your eyes are stuck on his features, pouted lips glistening after each sip of his drink, his fingers fiddling with one another against the bottle and then tapping at his knee.Â
The sounds around you muffle as you focus on the contrasts of the dark summer night and the orange-yellow flame of the fire against the boy. You feel your stomach fluttering as you come to realise that the nervous feeling you harbour around him is a result of your blooming affection for him.Â
Suddenly, you feel a warm gaze on you, and you turn to see Haechan's eyes fixed on you, with a gentle, understanding gaze. Your pulse quickens each moment you lock eyes, and itâs hard to bring yourself out of this reverie.
In the middle of enjoying this blissful moment with him, your heart fluttering and your eyes locked onto his, you startle as you feel someone tap on your shoulder.
You turn around to see Naeun looking at you, a slight frown on her face.
"What's wrong?" You ask her. Naeun shakes her head slightly and looks back in Haechan's direction.
"Have you been noticing Haechan's strange behaviour recently?" She whispers to you. Your brows furrow, but you canât bring yourself to look at the boy anymore. âWhat makes you say that?â
She shrugs, âI donât know, it kinda feels like heâs silently brewing something.â She taps her fingers against her chin as she thinks. âOr maybe Iâm just making things up, I need a drinkâ She shrugs and quickly goes to stand up, heading towards Jihoonâs direction, who beams when your friend asks for a stronger drink.
The night continues with the food getting annihilated less than five minutes of it being cooked, and everyone mixing their spirits just to experience drunken fun quickly. A few impromptu singing sessions occur, and a very terrible round of truth or dare as Minseok decides to make everything hard by saying such as âI dare you to down two shots or give me fifty-thousand wonâ. No one was pleased with his low blow.
You know itâs time for you to head off to bed when your eyelids start drooping even when everyone is singing at the top of their lungs. You pat Naeunâs knee as you stand up, with her barely noticing as she tries to match her adlibs to the song.Â
âIâm gonna head off to bed now,â As she nods back at you, you tuck the blanket back on her knees before shuffling away and towards your tent. Retrieving some things from your bag inside your tent, you hear some shuffling to your left as you head back out. Haechan stands at his tent situated next to yours seemingly calling it a night too as his hands carry his toothbrush and toothpaste.
Youâre not sure where you got the confidence to speak first, but Haechanâs soft gaze illuminated by the moonlight eases you. âYouâre heading to bed too?â
âYeah,â He exhales. âI donât think I can handle two more hours of a Bruno Mars medley. Even I have my limits.â The smile on his face grows as he looks at you, cheeks full of adoration.
As you stand there, a thought tugs at the back of your mind, a memory that you almost missed amidst the camaraderie and laughter earlier. With a sudden realisation, you remember that you still have Haechan's jacket that he lent you earlier. Feeling a little guilty and nervous, you quickly retrieve it from your bag, tugging at the sleeves of the jacket and straightening any creases.
"Actually, speaking of limits," you start, your voice a touch sheepish, "I kind of borrowed your jacket when it got cold. Sorry, I didn't know exactly when I should give it back."
His eyes widen in mock surprise, a playful grin curving on his lips. "You mean you stole my jacket?" he teases, an eyebrow raised.
You roll your eyes playfully. "Borrowed, Haechan. Borrowed."
He chuckles, his gaze dropping to the jacket you're holding out. "Well, I guess I can let you off the hook this time."
You let out a relieved laugh, a weight lifting off your shoulders. Haechan's fingers brush against yours as he takes the jacket from you, his touch lingering and warm against you. His eyes, usually full of mischief, now seem to hold a depth of emotion that you can't quite decipher. The playful smile he wore has softened into something more sincere.
"Thank you," he says, his voice gentle as he folds the jacket over his arm. "But you know, you could have kept it if you wanted to."
Your stomach dips at the implication as you let out a nervous chuckle, fingers fidgeting slightly as you meet his gaze. "I know, but you have to give back what youâve borrowed,"
He tilts his head, his expression thoughtful. "Well, I'm glad you're honest, even if it's about jacket theft," he says, a hint of a teasing smile returning to his lips.
A comfortable silence settles between you, the tension from before now replaced by a sense of connection that feels even stronger. The distant sounds of the campfire and the rustling of leaves create a soothing backdrop, and when you look at the boy in front of you once more, youâre suddenly brought back to the moment you shared at the festival.Â
âI thought you were rejecting me before I could even muster the courage to ask you out.â Was he joking again when he said this? Making some elaborate sick and twisted prank to make you feel better about the bucket of water that wasnât even his own doing?Â
Your curiosity gets the best of you, and when you go to clear your throat and voice your thoughts, Haechan's lips curve into a warm smile. "Well, it's getting late," he says softly, glancing toward his tent.Â
Youâre momentarily taken aback, now feeling lost on what to say. He takes your silence as a bid, zipping open his tent flaps and toes off his shoes.Â
âWait, Haechan,â Your voice surprises the two of you still, as Haechan looks over his shoulder and back at you with a hum, his eyes scanning your features.Â
You shuffle in place, before bringing your hand up and waving at him timidly. âSleep well,âÂ
This time, his reaction is different. He purses his lips, as if restraining a more exuberant smile, his eyes glinting with something unspoken. His nod is gentle, and he avoids meeting your gaze directly. "Goodnight, Y/n,"
The following day, after youâve all washed up and had something to eat, you gather around the cleared dock in a circle once more.Â
âOkay, so it seems like we have six willing participants. Weâve decided to split the teams as such,â With the crew only having access to three cameras, and today being the last day you all can visit the village, there will be three pairs conducting video-form interviews on three of the participants, while the rest do a one-on-one interview without any form of digital recording.
âThese are the three pairs: Soyeon and Juyeon, you two will interview Mr Choi. Jihoon and Naeun, youâre on the Sim couple, and Haechan and Y/n can go to Mrs Kim,â You try your best to not seem as surprised as you really feel when you look at your partner, who beams back at you playfully.
Naeun raises her hand. âIf my partner canât shut his mouth and let the interviewees speak, do I have permission to smack across his head with the clipboard?â
âBy all means,â Sohee replies without hesitation, while Jihoon raises his hand to his head protectively, looking warily at the clipboard that is being passed around to the groups.
X
You all depart at ten in the morning, hopping into the van and leaving your camping sanctuary. Yubin was kind enough to drive each of you to the houses of the interviewees, reminding all of you to meet at the village centre at three p.m. latest for dinner and then a drive back to the camp.Â
Looking at the scribble of the address that the lady gave you yesterday (youâre still shocked that she entrusted you with such information) you look at the gate in front of you which sports the same exact numbers. With one simple scan around, you find that thereâs only a handle attached to the door to indicate your arrival.
Haechan steps forward and knocks twice, before you hear a slide of a door and a few grunts. âGive me a few seconds, Iâm not as agile as I was a few years ago,â Opening the gate, you feel like youâve been washed anew, as Mrs Kim smiles widely at you two. âCome on it, I prepared some fruits for you two to eat,â
âOh, Mrs Kim you didnât have to,â
âNonsense,â She tchs. âItâs important for you young people to stay healthy.â As you enter, you see the beautiful exterior of her house and a mini deck that adorns the fruits she had mentioned.Â
Haechan adjusts the shoulder of the bag filled with equipment, his arm grazing yours briefly. âYou have a very lovely estate, Mrs Kim,â He compliments, and his eyes squeeze shut when the woman reaches forward and pinches at his cheek. You canât help yourself from laughing, as he contains his grunts.
âYou flatter me too much young man,â She pats at his cheek once more, and you have to stop yourself from cooing when you see the red tone of his skin before he covers his cheek with his hand, rubbing it as a form of soothing remedy. âI have a few more things to bring. Did you guys have breakfast? Actually, doesnât matter, even if you did you should eat more. Itâs important to stock up on energy early in the morning.â
âMrs Kim you donât have tââ
âYou guys can set up,â She shuffles back to her house, sliding the door open and shut behind her, gone before you could utter another word. Both of you look at the deck, which has a big bowl of fruits and three cushions for you to sit on.
Haechan is still rubbing at his cheek when he speaks, âI guess we can set up now, you wanna sit at the deck and Iâll adjust the camera?â The two of you work in harmony, with you adjusting the seats in order to achieve the best angle for the camera, while Haehcan looks at the viewfinder and asks you to shift when needed.
When youâre setting up the microphone and your clipboard with the provided questions, Mrs Kim comes back with two lines of kimbap lined on a plate and three sets of cutlery. Haechan lets out a sharp gasp in gratitude while your jaw slackens.
âThank you, Mrs Kim,â You hum as you look at her, adoration no doubt filled in your irises. She waves shyly at you, before settling down at the cushion you had positioned for her. âOkay, there are a few questions that I have for you here, and it shouldnât take more than fourty minutes if I donât have any follow-ups.â You start explaining to her, and you look over at Haechan to check and see if your volume for the microphone is good or not. He gives you a thumbs up and a nod, which prompts you to continue with your debrief.Â
âWe can take breaks as much as you like, and if there isnât anything youâre comfortable with answering please tell us. Weâre not trying to make you feel bad with this interview, we just want more people to know about this because there isnât much recorded at the moment,â You list off, not wanting to miss a detail. Situated behind the camera, you miss the way Haechan smiles fondly at your focused expression, but Mrs Kim doesnât as she lets her gaze flit between the two of you.
âWhenever youâre ready,â You smile at her, and she smiles back before giving you a confirmation.
âPlease introduce yourself!â As you ask her question after question, you munch on a few fruits to stave off the heat in the outdoor summer weather. You fill up your cups using the water jug Mrs Kim had brought and subtly shove it to the corner of the deck where it is closest to Haechan, who would try his best to retrieve it with as little disturbance as possible, After thirty minutes, you had only gone through three questions, stuck with asking her follow up questions about her farming and harvesting upbringing with how invested you were. You pause the interview recording as Haechan mutters something about needing the bathroom, and you finally get to dig into the food that Mrs. Kim has prepared for you.
Youâre munching on the food when Mrs. Kim asks you a question. âDid you two decide to come here together?â
You cover your mouth with your hand as you speak, âOh, weâre part of a group at university and our project was to research this topic,â You pour another cup of water for her when you see her reach for the jug. âWhich thank you for accepting our offer, it was hard getting someone âŚâÂ
She laughs as she waves her hand at you. âThe old people in this village are all grumpy because of the heat, donât take it to heart sweetie,â Haechan struts back outside once more, and tampers with the camera to check the records. He brings it to you and asks about the angle which makes you two fall into a convo about the angles. You pick up a piece of kimbap and offer it to the boy, noticing he hasnât had anything to eat as of yet.
You miss the fond look Mrs Kim holds, as Haechan shakes his head slightly with his mouth open, before engulfing the food and chewing, mumbling more about the camera settings.
âMrs Kim, are you alright with changing the angle of the camera so it can focus on you?â
âYou two are such a cute couple,â You almost get whiplash from how fast you turn your head to look at her, your utensils almost dropping the piece of strawberry you had picked up.
âOh,â Haechan starts, and youâre not sure if the rouge colour of his cheeks is due to the sun or something else. âWeâreââ
âAnd youâre such a gentleman too,â She gestures at Haechan before picking up an uncut fruit and peeling it. âI have five children, and a dozen of grandchildren. One of the younger ones is around the same age as you, so you remind me a lot of him.â She reminisces, and you canât bring yourself to correct her statement when she gives you another piece of anecdote. âAlthough itâs been some time since Iâve seen them, I hope the next time I do theyâve grown as handsome and as kind as you are,âÂ
Haechan grows flustered as he occupies himself with a bite of a fruit, before developing a sudden tenderness. He saunters up to his side and holds his arms wide for a hug, which the woman grows mockingly agitated with, before accepting it. He whines cutely, âMrs Kim, you canât go all soft on me with no warning,â He rubs at her shoulder gently. âIf youâd like, Iâm more than happy to come back again to visit you, in exchange for your world-class food,â He receives a soft smack on the shoulder before bursting into laughter, and you canât help but feel a sense of adoration at his words.
âYouâre only gonna be a nuisance at my side,â She grunts when Haechan goes back next to you, plopping himself down to indulge more in the food. âIâll let you visit me only if you bring your lovely girlfriend too,â
You start coughing on the grape you were munching on, as Haechan tuts at you and gives you a glass of water. Gulping it down, you stop yourself from having another fit when Haechan says, âIâll bring my lovely, precious girlfriend with me too. Promise,â
Your interview with Mrs Kim was done three hours after your arrival, as you left with a full stomach and a massive hug from the sweet woman.
âHave a safe trip back,â She waves, and you and Haechan navigate your way through the neighbourhood and towards the village centre.
Haechan gives a wistful sigh. âWhat a sweet lady, I thought every person over the age of sixty wanted to run us over in this town,âÂ
âI think they just wanted to run you over.â You comment and are met with a light shove to your shoulder with his, a playful grin dancing on his lips. "Me? Come on, I'm nothing but a bundle of charm and charisma," he retorts while he stretches his arms out.
"Sure, if you say so," you reply with a smile, feeling the warm sensation before settling low in your stomach again.
As you both navigate through the village centre, the quaint streets bathed in the warm hues of the sun, Haechan's tone becomes a touch more serious. "You know, spending time with Mrs Kim was really nice," he admits, his expression softening.
You nod in agreement. "Absolutely. She's such a sweetheart. The way she talks about the village and its history, you can tell how much she loves it."
"True," Haechan agrees, his gaze distant for a moment before focusing back on you. "It's heartwarming to see how deeply connected she is to this place."
As you stroll along the cobbled path, a comfortable silence settles between you. The serene atmosphere of the village combined with Haechan's presence makes it feel like you're in a different world altogether, a world where worries and uncertainties can be set aside, even if only temporarily.
Eventually, the village begins to fade into the background as you approach your destination. With the fading light, the sounds of the evening grow softer, and you find yourselves in a quiet corner by the riverbank.
Haechan glances at you, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "You know," he begins, his tone softer now, "Iâm glad you were my partner for today."
You meet his gaze, a warm smile forming on your lips as you feel heat gather at your cheeks. "Yeah, it was fun." You cut yourself off short, scared that if you keep talking youâll say more than youâd want to.
He grins, a hint of his mischievousness returning. "And who knows, maybe next time Mrs Kim will have some more matchmaking plans for us," he says, his eyebrows wiggling playfully. You laugh, shaking your head at his antics, but feel a nervous flip in your stomach.Â
Before you can overthink and pick his words apart, you hear a honk from behind as a car drives up to the both of you. Yubin rolls down the window, gleaming at you from behind the wheel. âGreat! You guys are done too, we were about to come pick you up. You guys had something to eat already?â You both nod your heads, now uncertain of Yubinâs enthusiasm.
âPerfect, because we arenât heading to the centre for lunch anymore.â She tilts her head back to the van, urging you to get in. âWeâre heading to the waterfall!â
It turns out that the man Yubin had been interviewing alone had mentioned a picturesque waterfall just a short drive from the town. The location came complete with a restaurant situated slightly downstream, but what had truly captured his nostalgic sentiment was his recollection of summers spent there during his youth. While she tells you all this, you donât notice the passage of time. It's only when the car slows to a stop and Jihoon emerges from the trunk, his inflatable flamingo in tow and already sporting swim trunks, that you realize how far you've journeyed.
"Wait, are we actually going swimming?" Juyeon asks, his voice laced with surprise as Jihoon confidently strides towards the water, each step creating playful splashes. Sohee looks ahead at the water and Jihoon, expression blank once more. âWe brought a few towels, some of them finished early so we drove back to the site and grabbed some things.â She shrugs her cardigan off, revealing her swimsuit from underneath. âYou donât have to swim if you donât want to,â And she steps into the water, trailing behind Jihoon.
Naeun, who was one of the lucky ones to have finished early, is also wearing her swimsuit and is now trying to persuade you to join. âJust dip your feet in, youâre already wearing shorts! I brought some slippers for you too,â When she sees that youâre not budging, she huffs at your stubbornness before heading in. Even Miseok, who was fully clothed, went ahead and emerged himself into the water, squealing about the cold of the water.
You sigh in thought, looking down at your cladded feet, contemplating whether you should go in or not. You do feel the sweat built up from the whole day's work disappearing in the presence of the cold waterfall, but the body of water looks more and more tempting as droplets land at your feet, courtesy of Naeun and Soyeon declaring war against Minseok and drowning the guy with splashes of water, their laughter ringing through the air. Yubin clings to Soheeâs waist as she twirls her around in the water, and Haechan tries to coax Juyeong into making Jihoon sink by toppling him over the flamingo.
You sit by the edge of the water, your feet dangling in the cool stream, watching your friends enjoy themselves. Haechan, ever the observer, notices your conflicted expression. His eyes meet yours, and he saunters over with that signature mischievous grin that never fails to stir something in your chest.
âYou coming in?â voice tinged with playful curiosity, he gets out to stand next to you, tousled hair dripping and his sun-kissed skin glistening. His shirt clings to his form, and it takes all of your willpower to look away from the dip in his waist.Â
âI donât know, Iâm still thinkingâŚâ The cold water looks exceptionally inviting, but you wouldnât have a change of clothes, and youâre not sure if the white t-shirt you adorn would help in not exposing you.Â
âHmm, I mean, you had a bucket of water dunked on you once, right?â He circles behind you as he says this. âSo this time it shouldnât be too bad,â Before you can turn to look at him and decipher what he means, you feel strong arms circle around your waist before youâre being trudged forward, a startled laugh escapes your lips as he carries you toward the water.
"H-Haechan, wait!" you protest, a mix of laughter and uncertainty in your tone.
He pays no heed to your objections, stepping in more and more into the cold and refreshing water. As the water reaches his waist, he takes another step forward, your laughter mingling with the splashes around you. The initial shock of the cold water is soon replaced by a rush of exhilaration as he swings you left and right quickly.
"See?" he grins at you when you turn to look at him, the playful spark in his eyes impossible to ignore. He takes another step forward, wanting to get the both of you close to the rest, but his foot gets caught momentarily as he leans forward more, making you squeal as youâre faced with your death for a few seconds.
Fortunately, you donât fall in face first, as Haechan gathers himself just in time. His arms are gripped tighter around your waist, as he tries to fully regain his balance by grounding himself into you. You feel his chest against your back, and if it werenât for the cool stream of water whizzing past your body, you wouldâve been burning up.
âYou almost killed us both,â Haechan loosens his hold around you as you say this, gently turning you around to face him instead, your grip going back to his forearm. Nothing could have prepared you for the view youâre met with, a smile gleaming across Haechanâs face, carefree and unfiltered as he revels in the summer sun and the cool water from the waterfall and riverbank. He looks like the embodiment of summer, and youâre slowly finding yourself wanting to bask in his light.
His smile slowly fades as his eyes start looking across your face, taking in your features one by one, from the corners of your eyes to the shine of the sun against your cheeks, and lastly your lips. You feel your breath hitch, the only thing grounding you being the grip you hold on the Haechanâs forearms, while his hands hover over your waits, before gently getting a hold on them, his fingers squeezing deftly. Youâre not quite sure if youâre intently focusing in on his face, or if heâs slowly leaning in, but before you can figure out the air that hangs between the two of you, a deafening screech sounds in front of you, and in that suspended moment, your instincts kick in. Your arms reflexively rise to cushion the impact, and Haechan's body collides with yours.Â
For the second time this afternoon, you close your eyes as you brace yourself for impact, the world briefly becomes a blur of sensations. The water is just deep enough to soften your fall, but you know the skidding of the pebbles under your feet would inflict some sort of pain. Neither of you gets to find your footing this time round, as you fall into the water, refreshing coolness sliding down on you before engulfing the two of you.
As the world comes back into focus, you find yourself near Haechan once again, his laughter bubbling through the water. His mischievous grin is evident even underwater, and it's easy to imagine the triumphant sparkle in his eyes.
"You really can't catch a break today, huh?" he teases, his words echoing through the water.
You can't help but let out a laugh. "You could say that." Haechan surfaces beside you, water cascading from his hair, his wet shirt clinging to his form once more. As you two recover, you look up and towards the direction of the commotion that happened to send Haechan and you toppling over. There you see Minseok, a look of uncertainty cast on his face before it falls to a cheeky grin, his face stretching almost uncomfortably.
"Guess I misjudged the distance," Minseok calls out, his tone light as he shrugs his shoulders. Your brows furrow, but you donât say anything when Haechan playfully splashes water in Minseok's direction. "Nice aim! You almost gave us a heart attack and had us follow the stream,â He points towards the flow of the water starting from your feet, and looking down at your soaked-through shirt you realise that youâre more exposed than what you had planned.
Haechanâs gaze catches on you crossing your arms over your shoulders, a weak attempt of you trying to cover yourself. Quickly scanning the bags and mats huddled together just on the floor next to the waterfall, he gently offers his hand for you to take, swishing through the currents and stepping out, helping you do the same before he grabs the only available towel he could find, wrapping it around your shoulders.
âThere,â He pats your sides, helping you to dry. Your heart warms at his gesture, smitten eyes looking at his while he looks anywhere but directly at you.
People start getting out slowly too, some grumbling about being hungry from not having a chance to eat before coming to swim. When everyone grabs a towel, you realise that Haechan is the only one left without one. Everyoneâs too busy tending to themselves to notice, and you see a faint shiver coarse through his body, the cold of the water relentless even in the heat of the summer.
You shoulder off your towel, handing it to him without saying much. He looks at your extended hand and you know heâs about to refuse when he sports a sheepish and teasing smile, ready to refute your attempts by making some sort of joke out of it, or claiming you need it more.
Somehow, you know that he wonât give in until you also have a towel or something similar to help you, so you decide to do something else. You place one end of the towel around his right shoulder, and you see him open his mouth to voice his protest, but his voice dies in his throat when you stick yourself by his left shoulder, wrapping the other end of the towel around yourself too. He looks at you incredulously, and youâre sure now that teh heat on your cheeks canât be blamed on the heat of the weather anymore.
You try to will away your flustered expression, now refusing to meet his eye. âYou wouldnât take the towel, so I had to make do,â You mutter, now feeling somewhat ridiculous for your attempt at wanting him to use the towel. Haechan, having never met with this side of yours, gets a bit giddy as he grins widely at you, reaching out from under the jacket to pinch at you. You smack away his hand, before muttering something about wanting to find Naeun, separating yourself from the towel and quickly stepping away.
Back at the campsite, everyone takes turns rinsing off and helping to prepare for tonight's round of food. Although most of the drinks that Jihoon had brought were dwindling to a finish, he pulls out an extra bottle of emergency vodka, preparing shots for everyone to have.Â
As Jihoonâs tactics of making everyone drink to get drunk donât go through, he tries something that never fails. âOkay, weâre playing never have I ever, and for every one finger you put down you have to take a shot,â Yubin immediately bites, saying âNever have I ever been named âSoheeâ,â
Sohee's reaction is swift and accompanied by an indignant glare. Without missing a beat, she reaches for a shot glass and downs the vodka, setting it down with a determined clink. Jihoon grins, clearly delighted by the engagement he's sparked. "Only Yubin can pull something like that and not get torn in half,"
But Sohee doesnât back down easily. âNever have I ever cut my own bangs,â Yubin purses her lips from laughing, lowering one finger as she looks at her shot glass in shame before downing it. A few other people drink too, with Haechan laughing at Jihoon who takes a hard-hitting shot.
âWhy would you cut your bangs?â Naeun questions Jihoon as he recovers from the taste of vodka. âSometimes times are tough,âÂ
Haechan scoffs. âHe saw a video of a guy thirst trapping and the girl he liked at the time had liked it. So he thought a haircut would be a quick fix,â Jihoon scowls at being called out so easily. Before he could strike back with a question, Minseok suddenly speaks up.
"Never have I ever accidentally spilled a secret that wasn't mine to spill," Minseok announces, his eyes locking onto Haechan's with a knowing glint. The question lands like a playful challenge, drawing amused glances and ripples of laughter from the group. Haechan's expression shifts from surprise to a grin, lifting a shot glass and downing it seamlessly. Your eyes catch on the side of his face as he tilts his head back, throat bobbing lightly as he downs the drink, and amid all the ruckus and noise of the group, you canât help but find his expression hot.
Not right now, you canât start salivating in the middle of a friendly gathering and so you turn to look away. Your gaze instead catches on Minseok, and his once playful expression has suddenly faded into a displeased one, as he pushes his glasses back up his nose bridge. You grow confused at his sudden shift of mood, but before you can further contemplate anything, Naeun shrieks at a question that Soyeon had asked bringing you back to the group.
The game shifts into story time, as people talk about how theyâve broken bones to the times they were caught masturbating. You canât help but grimace at Juyeonâs story of how the person he was with had kicked out his pet cat from the room only for her other cat to pop out of the closet, as she cooed at her pet not even a full minute after they finished.Â
Someone reaches for a bottle of water and finds that the ones on the deck are all empty. âIâll get some more from the van,â You volunteer, standing up and dusting yourself off. Yubinâs temple is resting against Soheeâs shoulder as she slurs, âTake sâmeone witchu... Bottles heavy..â You glance around only to be met with Naeun excitedly asking Juyeon to tell her more about his embarrassing moments so she can exchange with him, while the rest egg him on. Your attention shifts to Haechan, his eyes already fixed on yours. With a subtle tilt of your head away from the campfire, a surge of confidence courses through you as you invite him to join you.Â
The walk to the van is quiet, save for the crunch of your shoes and sandals against the floor, as you look at the sky and the trees, anywhere but at him now that heâs actually by your side.Â
Haechan's voice breaks the silence, soft. "Was it fun for you so far?"
You turn your gaze to him, offering a small smile. "Yeah, Iâm glad to have gotten away like this before the exams start up again." Subconsciously, you start treading closer to him, your shoulder now brushing against his every other step you take. âBut I donât think I can go to another social gathering until next year,â
He chuckles, a sound that seems to meld seamlessly with the night's tranquillity. "Tell me about it. Minseokâs been on a mission this whole trip, hasn't he?"
You nod, the playful note in his voice helping to ease the tension that had briefly gripped the atmosphere. âYour title is gonna be revoked soon if you donât watch out,âÂ
You arrive at the van, and you feel the weight of the key in your pocket, but you canât bring yourself to fish it out, as you now stand face-to-face with Haechan. Even with the sunâs shine bringing out the warmth and glow in him, youâre just as mesmerised during the night, the moonlight turning him blurry at the edges, and you can feel yourself softening even more.Â
Youâre brought back to the festival when Haechan had pulled you away and continued to laugh at you for being mad at him for pulling a prank on you. Youâre still not entirely sure if he isnât to blame, but thatâs the last thing on your mind as you recall his words. âI thought you were rejecting me before I could even muster the courage to ask you out.â
Heâs right in front of you again, looking at you patiently, gaze slowly flitting over your features, from your eyes to your cheeks, at your hair and fleetingly at your lips when you go to speak.
"Hey, about what you said earlierâŚâ you begin, your voice steady but tinged with a hint of uncertainty as your hands fidget with one another. âBack at the festival, about asking me out,"
His eyes meet yours, searching for something in your expression. He seems to hold his breath, waiting for your words to unfold.
"Was that just... you know, another one of your jokes?" you ask, your tone light yet inquisitive.Â
Haechan's eyebrows knit together for a moment, a hint of surprise in his eyes as if he didn't expect you to bring up the topic, not like this. He then lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "No, I wasn't joking," he says, his voice gentle but earnest.
His second confession hangs in the air between you, a mixture of emotions swirling beneath the surface. You feel your heart racing, your mind racing even faster. Your next words are caught in your throat, wondering if now is the time.
âIâŚâ But Haechanâs anything if patient and kind, as he steps closer and gently clasps your hand in his, both of your gazes falling on your now linked hands before travelling up to your faces. âI really like you,â You breathe, and your gaze zeroes in on his plush lips. âAnd I really want to kiss you now,â
Your cheeks heat up at your sudden bluntness, but a tender smile graces Haechanâs features and he takes a step closer. Your hands remain linked, his touch warm and reassuring against your palm. His head tilts a bit, breath mingling with yours as his eyes fall to look at your lips, gaze growing hooded in the dark of the night.
His lips meet yours gently, the plush skin enveloping you, and all you can feel and hear is him. The summer breeze and the crickets chirping now fades away, as you feel his fingers clasped through yours and the brush of his nose against you. He separates slightly, pulling back as he slowly opens his eyes, but youâre barely done.
Panic overtakes his features when you let go of his hand, but then it's replaced with a look of surprise when you quickly but gently clasp his face in your hands, leaning in and kissing him once more. He canât help the slight smile that urges to overtake his features, but he grounds himself by clasping your waist, pulling your body closer to his. He pecks your lips, again and again, his palms squeezing your waist deftly, as if he canât get enough. Your arms link around his shoulders when he pushes himself closer to you, shifting from caring pecks to heated kisses, pushing you two closer together.Â
Finally, when the soft breeze doesnât help fight the heat, you separate from each other, but your bodies are still intertwined. You rest your forehead against his collarbone and he smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist now.
âFuck,â You mutter, âWhy was that so good?â He chuckles at your words, kissing the side of your head thatâs still buried in his chest.
âYeah?â He mumbles into your hair, and it takes all of your willpower to not collapse right then and there at his hot tone. âCanât wait to show you more then,â He pecks at your cheek lightly before stepping back and towards the van, and you canât help but silently mourn the loss of his touch.
When you get back to the campfire and sit next to Nauen, she comments on how warm your body is.
âOf course my body is warm, itâs summer. Did you forget?â Naeun looks at you with one of her eyes squinted shut, the other barely open as she tries analysing you through her drunken state.
âYouâre right, I did forget. I just thought Haechan kissing you wouldâve made yoââ You smack your hand on her mouth as your wide eyes scan across the deck, scared that other people have caught on to her words. Naeun and her damn mouth, and really accurate drunk guesses.
After looking around, youâre relieved to find that everyoneâs too busy with their own activities. Your eyes fall on Haechan, who mustâve felt your gaze as he quickly glances towards you, sending a wink and an air kiss. You roll your eyes, looking away quickly so he misses the fondness that overtakes your features.
Naeun leans on your shoulder as you two look at the blank space that once had your shared tent.Â
âIâll miss this place,â She sniffles, and you canât help but scoff.Â
âYou were complaining just twenty minutes ago about how gross this trip made you feel.â
âMaybe the cleanliness of camping is the friends we made along the way,â She loses her footing when you move away from her, making her lose her position from being perched on you. Going to the van where everyoneâs huddled at, you help give some of the items to be fitted into the truck.
Rubin tucks a strand of hair thatâs sticking out from Soheeâs hair as the latter reads off of the clipboard in her hand. âOkay, everyone has their bearings?â Jihoon shuffles in with his flamingo plushie. âWait, let me deflate this quickly and shove it at the back,â
âNo!â You exclaim, and everyone looks at you with your sudden outburst. Without the flamingo, you wouldnât have an excuse for wanting to squeeze closer to Haechan as you sit next to each other. You quickly gather yourself, clearing your throat and trying to seem nonchalant. âUh, I mean like, donât deflate it now. Itâll be hard to inflate it again.â You look away as you gesture your hand around. âThereâs space at the back of the van anyway.â
You catch Haechanâs gaze, who is now covering his mouth with his hand to not burst out with laughter. Jihoon looks at Yubin with confusion, before the team leader shrugs, gesturing for the flamingo to fit into the van. When everyone shuffles into the van, Jihoon hands you the flamingo, which you happily grasp and tug at your left side, as you sit in the middle. Haechan fits himself at your right side, and you try your best to avoid Naeunâs suspicious yet knowing glare.
When the van roars to life, so does conversation between everyone, as Jihoon plays music through the aux cord, providing some background music. Now that youâve achieved your goal of having Haechan sit next to you, you donât know what to do, settling into your seat with the inflatable flamingo cradled in your arms. His thigh pressed against yours as the two of you relaxed back into your seats, and you couldnât bring yourself to focus on anything but the warmth seeping through the fabric of your clothes, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.
As you steal a glance at Haechan, you find him already looking at you, a playful glint in his eyes and a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. You can never win.
He seems to find amusement in your flustered state, a knowing look passing between you as if sharing a secret language. And just when you expect him to tease you, he instead offers you an airpod of his (which youâre thankful for, you donât know what suffices as an excuse for oggling him the way you did).
"Here," he says, his voice a soft undertone amidst the conversations. You're momentarily taken aback by his gesture, your fingers brushing against his as you accept the earbud.Â
Itâs when youâre in the middle of choosing which decade of music to listen to when Minseok turns around and is met with your bickering. Naeun joins in, a smile on her lips as she enjoys the banter between you and Haechan.
Then, Minseok's voice cuts through the chatter, posing a question that catches you off guard. âDid you forgive him after his prank?â It takes a moment for you to realize that itâs directed at you. You glance between Naeun and Haechan, uncertain of how to respond to his unexpected query.
Quick to step in, Naeun's voice rises above the background noise as she takes charge of the situation. âThe water bucket? Haechan wasn't behind that one,â Minseok now looks at Naeun with a confused tilt.Â
"But he was, right? I remember he was on his way to class and turned back at the last minute."Â
Itâs now your turn to be confused. âHow did you know he was heading to class then?â You see a bit of colour drain from his face as you ask him, and before he can say anything, Juyeon and Soyeon call for his attention, giving him an escape from the conversation.
A glance is exchanged between you, Haechan, and Naeun, a silent agreement passing between you all. Naeun waves off the topic, assuring you with a casual gesture. "Don't worry about it for now. Let's get back to what we were doing." With that, she turns her attention back to the ongoing activities, allowing you to enjoy your privacy once more.
As you listen to the calming music he plays, you lay your head on his shoulder, finding solace in the rhythmic hum of the van's journey. His voice drifts into a lively monologue about his evolving music preferences over the yearsâtales of the artists he favoured in his younger days and those who currently capture his admiration. You canât help but feel warm as he tells you personal anecdotes of listening to his parentsâ karaoke sessions, and how his mum especially used to love singing.
Watching him speak animatedly, a wave of endearment washes over you. Pouting as he sometimes speaks and moving his hands when he wants to emphasise a point, The surge of fondness overwhelms you and you let your urges take over, nipping lightly at his shoulder, not knowing how else to assert the cute aggression you feel so suddenly.
âWhatââ Haechan claps his hand over the spot you playfully bit, his mock protest making you roll your eyes at his dramatics. âThat hurt!â
âIt wasnât even that hard! My teeth barely caught on.â You cross your arms. He suddenly wraps one arm around your shoulder, hand bumping against the barely alive flamingo as he pushes you closer to him. âDonât go soft now. I didnât say I didnât like it. But just be careful now,â He leans into your ear, lips grazing your skin as he whispers. âI like biting too. Sometimes hard enough to leave a mark,âÂ
You glare when he parts from you. âIs that a threat?âÂ
He tilts his head in thought. âA threat for a good time? Maybe,â
You would be lying if you said the trip didnât change anything. Naeun has been relentless, asking you every time she sees you smiling if itâs because of Haechan.
âYou never smile for any other reason,â She barely misses the pillow thatâs flung in her direction.
But as you return back, youâre suddenly met with your responsibilities you had momentarily forgotten about, as deadlines creep up. Youâre only either at your classes, the library, at work or at home. So you donât get to see Haechan, but you do text, which gives Naeun reasons to tease you. It hurts you to say that sheâs right about you smiling because of him, so instead you deflect and threaten to spill the beans on her crush on Jeno. That stopped her for two weeks, and thatâs all the time you needed to focus on your studies.
As everyoneâs assignments and exams come to an end, a flurry of parties and gatherings are held, and people are ready to let loose before dispersing once the holidays start.Â
And so here you are, at the first party of the week, taking shots with Naeun as if theyâre water. Usually, one of you would opt to be just a bit more coherent and sober than the other, just to make sure no one makes any mistakes theyâll regret later; but the exams were hard-hitting this semester, and what else do you talk about the day after these parties if not your fuck-ups?
Itâs Sunwooâs house that youâre raiding, and Naeun has somehow convinced the host to give them unlimited shots as compensation for when he made her talk about Haehcanâs prank.
âYou really hold grudges donât you?â He says as she pours you two another round, almost missing your cups with how much heâs also had himself. She giggles as he says this before her expression falls as he looks at him with a scowl. âSay that again and Iâll show you what a real grudge looks like,âÂ
The night continues to be rowdy, as go around dancing to the music thatâs being blasted and you stumbling yourselves into a game of truth or drink, where you would drink even with questions you were okay with answering. Youâre now plastered to a couch, unable to move as your body feels unnaturally heavy.
âYou know,â Naeun hiccups. âI love you, like, so much. You fucking bitch.â She slurs, tapping her hand against the couch in an attempt to find your hand. She gives up after three taps, hiccuping once more.Â
You nod against the back cushion of the couch. âI love you too, but,â You blink open your eyes, wanting to look at your best friend as you say this. âI just want you to know that youâre deserving of so much love.â You also try to move your hand to find hers, but you quickly realise that you canât even find where your hand is.
So you keep going. âSoo much love. And the fact that youâre still single? Crime, jail immediately,â Naeun starts tearing up, because she gets emotional easily after three shots. âYouâre so right, like, how long has it been since Iâve had my back blown?â
You shake your head, âNot even that, you deserve someone whoâs into puppy play as much as you are. You know what?â Somehow finding some strength, you push yourself up and place your hands on her shoulders to steady yourself, wanting to gaze into her eyes as you say this. âYou deserve Jeno and you should confess to him; he would be a psychotic maniac to not want to date someone as hot and as pretty as you are.â You miss catching the tears falling from her face, but you donât need to do much, as her expression contorts from sadness to realisation.
âYouârââ She hiccups briefly. âSo right. Youâre so right. You know what? Iâm gonna go and confess now,â Naeunâs willpower comes back in full force, as she suddenly stands up, posture straight like never before. Youâre flung off of her as she does this, collapsing onto the couch, not yet having found the same energy she has mustered.Â
Youâre not sure if your cry of good luck reached your friendâs ears from where youâre squished against the couch, but you canât bring yourself to care as grogginess starts to take over, your eyes barely staying open even in the rowdiness of the party.
You feel yourself fall asleep just a bit, but are brought back to the lights and music of the party when you feel a gentle tap against your forearm. Opening your eyes, youâre met with Haechanâs crouched form as he smiles fondly at you, eyes scanning your face.
âYou okay?â He asks, and you give him your best smile and a thumbs up.Â
âNever... Never better.â You reach out your hand, wanting to have some sort of contact with the boy in front of you. âActually, Iâm way better now that Haechan is here,âÂ
Haechanâs smile widens into a grin, as he sees you flailing your hand around his general direction. âHaechan is happy that heâs here. Come one, letâs get you to sit up.â He clasps your hand in his, before gently lifting you from your horizontal position. You lean towards him, wanting to bask in his presence more, but he hums at you, urging you to sit back. Your face makes contact with the back cushion of the couch once more, and you canât help the pout that sports your face. With your ears no longer buffered, the loud noise from the party rushes back to you at full force.
âItâs so loud here,â You murmur, squeezing Haechan's hand, to which he responds with a gentle squeeze of his own âSo loud, âs annoying. Everyoneâs annoying, but you, and Naeun is wetting her dick right now,â You donât even care if your words are coherent or not, and judging by Haechanâs warm gaze, it doesnât seem like he cares either.
He cups one side of your face, covering your ear from the ruckus of the party while having you look at him. âYou wanna go home, baby?âÂ
You struggle just a bit to find his gaze, but smile at him anyway, pressing a gentle kiss against the palm of his hand thatâs cupping your face. âBaby...yeah, wanna go home.â He pulls his hand back at your agreement, pecking his lips at the same spot you kissed him, before helping you to your feet. "Alright then, let's get you out of here."
[SATURDAY; 2:46 AM]
haechan <3: hope youre okay
haechan <3: drink lots of water when you wake up
[SATURDAY; 11:03 AM]
you: i wanna hibernate my life away
haechan <3: aw dont do that
haechan <3: maybe try a panadol first?
you: i will now
you: thank you for last night đ¤my prince charming
haechan <3: yours?Â
you: ..
you: anyways.
you: how can i repay u :(Â
haechan <3: dont gotta repay me for anything
you: let me have this oneÂ
haechan <3: if you insisttttt
haechan <3: come over to mine tmr
you: how would i be repaying u that way??
haechan <3: i get to see your pretty face
you: đ
haechan <3: ik youâre kicking ur feet rn
you: stop stalking me omg
You shuffle on your feet as you wait for Haechan to come to the door, feeling a bit stiff as you stand in the hallway of the apartment he lives in. When you had used the excuse of not wanting to annoy his roommates by coming over, he had attempted to reassure you that you wonât need to worry, because they wonât be here.Â
The keyword is attempted. You feel far from reassured that itâll just be the two of you for the rest of the day, afraid that the freedom of being home alone with him would lead to your mind jumping to places youâre not sure about.Â
As you fidget in the hallway, your mind races with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You've spent time with Haechan in various places, but this is the first time you'll be alone together, let alone in his apartment. The possibilities and implications of this newfound privacy make your heart race.
Finally, the door swings open, and Haechan stands there with a welcoming smile. He's dressed casually, the hem of his white t-shirt hanging just at the waist of his grey sweatpants. "Hey, come in." he greets, strolling aside to let you in. Stepping in, you canât help but let your eyes wander around, curious about the space he lives in. Youâre surprised to find it in a messy-clean stateâ there are no stains or food scattered around, but there are many things clustered upon one another, as if either Haechan or his two roommates, Renjun and Jeno, were too lazy to put them away or thought they might need it in the near future.
He sees you scanning his living space and starts scratching at his neck in embarrassment. âAh, I thought we could just hang out in my room, thatâs why I didnât make an effort to clean here..â He points back towards his room, and you feel shame bubble in you when your mind wanders. Maybe he just didnât want to mess with his friendsâ belongings scattered in the living room. Or maybe he wanted you in his room and on his bed.
Before you can dwell too much on those thoughts, you offer a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, it's totally fine," you say, doing your best to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies in your stomach. "Your room sounds great."Â
He smiles at you warmly, before gently reaching forward and holding your hand in his, pulling you towards his kitchen. He pops open a cupboard, and in you see an abundance of snacks. âWanted you to pick anything you like,â He chuckles when he sees your amazed appearance. âWe spend, like, seventy percent of our monthly grocery funds on these things,â He grabs a few snacks to his liking, urging you to pick your faves too. Afterwards, you shuffle behind him towards his room, which you canât help but study again. A single candle emits a soft, warm glow on his desk, and a few pillows, seemingly borrowed from the couch, are arranged neatly on his bed. You canât help but feel warm at the prospect that he had gone out of his way to clean his room like this for you.
Heading towards his bed, you place the snacks down at the bedside table, curiously glancing around at Haechan as he roams around, switching on the TV thatâs mounted opposite his bed, sitting at the edge of his bed where his laptop sits, trying to connect his streaming service. âIs there anything you want to watch?â
You hum in thought, âIâm fine with anything.â You settle at the edge of his bed, feeling a bit unsure of where to sit. Once Haechan puts a movie on, he smiles at your awkward demeanour, fiddling with your fingers as you look at his bedsheets. He goes up to the headboard of his bed and pats the space next to him, signalling for you to join him. Smiling at his initiative, you take a seat next to him, getting more comfortable against the pillows when he wraps his arm behind your back, sinking back into the pillows.Â
You truly did try your best; you looked at the subtitles and read them along with the voices of the actors on the screen, and tried to encapture the scenes and backgrounds, but you couldnât, for the life of you, fully focus on the movie. Not with the warm contact that is spread at your back, your shoulders pressed against Haechan. It also doesnât help that your eyes travel to the ripple of the fabric of his sweatpants when he readjusts himself to a more comfortable position, or that you envision his soft grunts of moving around as something else whispered deeper into your ear.
It doesnât seem like youâre good at keeping your feelings at bay, though. Haechan playfully squeezes your side after noticing you lost in thought, your gaze lingering on the tantalizing glimpse of skin between his shirt and waistband. âIs the movie too boring?â Your eyes snap up to his face, now feeling a mix of shame and guilt for letting your mind travel elsewhere.
âNo! Itâs justâŚâ You trail off as you try racking your brain for an excuse. âSorry, was jusâ thinking.â You feel another squeeze at your side, and if you were standing at this very moment your knees wouldâve given out on you. You find it unfair that heâs able to do all this and drive you up the wall so easily.
He hums at your words before his gaze goes back to the movie playing. You almost scoff at his indifference, but also go back to looking at the TV. Two can play that game.
But you fall short once more when you feel him squeeze your waist once more, this time with his finger sleeping under your shirt, his pinky in contact with your skin. You can feel your heart racing and your palms getting sweaty. You try to tame yourself, to appear calm and composed, but deep down you know you can't help it.
You let your hand drop casually on his thigh, turning yourself to lean more into his body, trying to gauge his reaction. But he remains unfazed, expression unchanged as he merely adjusts himself slightly to accommodate for your new position. You decide to take it a step further, subtly squeezing your body against his, making sure to somehow slot your boobs against him, wanting him to feel more of you.
This guy's got a thick skin, you think, his demeanour as unyielding as ever. He doesn't show that your touch gets to him as he looks at you shifting closer to him. But if you look closely, there's a little twinkle in his eyes, a quick hint that suggests you're getting to him.Â
"Can I hug you?" he asks, his voice a mix of curiosity and anticipation. He chuckles, clearly amused by your eagerness as you nod your head, and wraps both of his arms around your waist. You take this opportunity to finally feel more of him, and give him something to be distracted with. You straddle his thigh, accepting his embrace as you slot your head at his collarbone.
His hands stiffen at your back, no doubt from feeling the heat of your body against his so suddenly, but he doesnât let anything else on, as he starts to stroke your lower back, now cooing at you. âWhatâs got your pretty head all occupied, hmm?â
You hate how easily heâs able to pin this on you, his hands against you and his words whispered in your ear making you feel hot all over. Another soft squeeze of his fingers at your side reminds you of his question, and you feel shame climb up your spine before youâve even uttered your answer.
âYou,â pulling back from him, you look directly at him when you say this, voice almost breathless. You feel his thigh against your core covered by your shorts, and you hope the light press of your heat against him goes unnoticed. âMy heads full of you, has been. Thought about you, about this,â The drive of your hips against his leg is now done with purpose, as you feel him stiffen at your boldness, almost making you whimper when you rut down. âCanât stop thinking about you,â
He lets out a soft sigh when you ground your hips against him again, brows furrowed as he looks at your desperate state. You see a blush spread across his cheeks and creep up his neck, while he tilts his head back slightly, breathing in deeply as if to find composure within himself. Heâs both flustered at your sudden ramblings about him, all while feeling a swell in his chest that heâs the cause of your current desperate state. His hands now find claim at your waist, neither pushing you down on him stronger nor pulling you away, simply gripping you as if in need of something to ground him. His eyes are wispy when they look up at you, mouth parted open as he takes a shuddering breath in. âWhat did you think about?â
What didnât you think about? His touch on you drives you further, urging you to feel more. You shift your knees to meet at his hips, as you settle yourself down at his groin. âThought about kissing you,â Your hands splay themselves at his chest, your pupils no doubt dilated the way your gaze settles on his plump lips. He bites on them, no doubt teasing you for something so close yet so far from where you want it; on your lips, both the top and bottom ones.Â
When you lean in to embrace his lips with yours, his head swivels around as his lips land on your cheek, gaze casts down as his fingers hover over your stomach, before descending down to your clothed core, your loose shorts giving him easy access. His breath fans hot against your face when he swipes his fingers ever so lightly against you, nail catching on your clit through the fabric of your panties. A soft, pathetic sound leaves your lips, as you feel your hole clench on nothing with the brief contact that heâs had with you.
You go to grind yourself down against his fingers, wanting to feel more of him everywhere, but his hands travel to your hips, grip strong as he stops you from pressing against him. He tuts at you, hooded eyes travelling up your body, catching on your chest, where you pant lightly, breasts going up and down. When he finally lets his eyes go past your boobs, his grip turns harsh as he presses you back when you try to ground yourself against him once more.
âMy pretty girl,â His tone is sweet, but you canât help but feel like heâs mocking you. âI asked you a question,â When he sees your faraway gaze, he chuckles against you before leaning in, letting his lips graze against your collarbone now exposed by him pulling your collar aside for access, nipping at your skin before soothing it with a swipe of his tongue. You scramble through your brain as you try to remember the question he asked, too occupied with his fingernails digging into you.Â
As if he can sense what's running through your mind, he refreshes your memory.
âWhat,â another playful bite lands, harder this time at the junction between your neck and shoulder. âDid you think about, baby?âÂ
Gathering your thoughts, you now realise that he wonât be giving you what you need unless you tell him. You feel your stomach burn low as you recall the moments youâve let your mind wander.
âThought about your fingers,â You start, looking earnestly at him as if to convince him of your burning need. âYour fingers in me, fucking into me.â You pant when his hand drops the grip it had on your waist, his digits swiping at your core through your panties. When he presses the pads of his fingers against you, he curses lightly under his breath at how wet you already are. Using his other hand to tuck the seat of your underwear aside, his fingers meet your bare pussy, swiping up and down against your folds, spreading your slick around.Â
âFuck,â You sigh when he slowly presses his middle finger in, going till his knuckle meets your skin before pulling back out, his eyes seeking your face, wanting to see the pleasure in your expression. You squeak in surprise when he pushes another finger straight after, before building a slow rhythm against you. âKeep going pretty,â He sighs, his gaze captivated by your face. His hand thatâs tucked against your underwear goes to your folds, thumb pushing against your clit in encouragement.
âAlso,â You gulp down a breath of air. âAlso thought of going down on my knees for you,â
âFuck,â Haechanâs head falls back as you say this, his fingers quickening in speed. âYeah? What else?â You whimper at his new pace and at his onslaught of touches against your sensitive clit, body clenching up when he taps at your bud quickly.
âAb-aboutâŚabout you fucking me,â You squeeze your body closer to him. âFucking me until I canât think,â You donât realise that youâre moving now, grinding up and down against his fingers that are fucking into you.
Haechan groans at your words and actions, eyes squeezing shut as you start to chase your own pleasure. âThatâs it baby, fuck. Wanted me to fuck my pretty girl dumb?â He hums against your cheek, placing a sweet peck against your skin, a stark contrast between his words and his grip on you.
You try to gather your wits, but Haechan lets his other hand wander up your body, shoving your shirt and bra away in favour of freeing your boobs. You moan when he pinches your nipple, your body shuddering at the different stimulations.
âDidnât know my baby was so dirty,â He chuckles at your reaction, scratching his nail against your nipple before rolling it between his fingers. âWhen did you get like this?â
âIn the car,â Your confession slows his movements, but youâre too busy chasing your high to realise. âOn the drive when you were next to me. Your scent was jusâ.. Everywhere.â Your hands clasp on his shoulder for support, thighs aching as you grind your core against his hand. âWanted you to take me right there,âÂ
You just miss the sharp intake of breath he takes, eyes going unfocused at your desperate form trying to find some sort of release, getting off only with his two fingers in you.
âFuck,â He moans breathily, eyebrows furrowing. âShitâ so fucking dirty, thinking of wanting to take me where anyone can hear, can look.â He keeps his fingers still for longer, wanting to see how far youâd go to chase your own high, slick sounds tightening the knot in his stomach.
His eyes look mesmerised as he watches your every move, even when you move yourself up and off of his fingers. You start shaking your head, clawing at his clothes. âCanât,â You groan, âCanât finish like this.. Need you, so bad.â
Haechan moans at your desperate hands before copying your movements, shoving your shorts and underwear away before letting you do the same. His cock bobs against his stomach once you pull it out of its confines, and you feel drool gather at your mouth at the sight, tip adorned in a pretty shade of red and glistening with precum, leaving a spot of wetness against his skin, exposed by you pushing his shirt up, wanting to see more of him.
Once all your clothes are off and discarded, you donât hesitate to reach forward and kiss him, lips parting against each other as you press your bodies together. Your hand travels to his chest, nail catching on his nipple as you let your fingers descend down, the scratch on his sensitive skin making his body jolt, hips bucking forward as a whine falls from his lips.
Your hand clasps his dick in your hold, separating from the kiss to look down as you pump him a few times. He moans against your cheek as his eyes fall shut, not being able to look at you pumping him for long, scared heâll finish right then and there.
âPretty doll,â He pants. âLove âfuck, love having you against me,â At the pet name, you canât help but keen, wanting to hear more of his praises. Planting one more kiss against his plush lips, you let your mouth travel down against his figure, only stopping when youâre right at his groin. You arch your back for better leverage, before guiding the tip to your awaiting mouth. You press your tongue against him, kitten licking around the head as you gather his precum, before pressing an open mouth kiss.
âFuck,â He hisses when you let his tip go past your lips. âSo good, such a good girl for me,â You keen at his words, humming around his cock before going further down, wanting to take more of him. When your tongue swipes at the underside of his head, you feel his thighs tense around you, hip stuttering a bit from wanting to fuck against the tight heat of your mouth. Haechan tilts his head down as he squeezes open his eyes, wanting to see you take him in.
You donât get to test your limit on his dick before you feel a hand settle at your cheek, pulling you up and off of him. He leans down, meeting you halfway to kiss you, tasting a bit of himself when your tongues swipe against each other.
âCouldnât,â he pants when you pull away from each other, hands gripping your waist as he manoeuvres you to lay flat against the bed. âWanted to fuck you, couldnât handle not being in you any longer.â
You smile at his desperation, letting yourself be handled into the position he wants you in. His cock shines with a mix of your spit and his precum, tip sensitive and red as he grips at his base, giving it a few pumps before tapping it against you. You whimper when his head meets your clit, finally feeling the pressure again where you want it the most. Haechan can feel his composure slowly slipping away, the control heâs had before withering as he sees you laid before him, chest heaving up and down and you wait for his next move. So pliant and so ready, all for him.
He says just as much, as he leans over you, placing a hand near your head while the other repeatedly taps his dick against your folds. âLook so perfect, so needy. All for me, right?â
âYours,â You drape your hands over his shoulders, wanting to feel him all over you. âAll yours,â
âYeah?â His voice is soft as he says this, eyes lilting up from your pussy hugging his cock, as he slides over your folds, gathering your wetness onto himself. âAll mine.âÂ
His eyes are now caught between your bodies, mesmerised by the way his dick looks between your folds. Straightening his back, you see him get hypnotised by the slide of your bodies together, keening into you further when you moan and writhe against him as his swollen tip brushes over your clit.
âGood for me,â he lets his hand slide down your body, gripping up and down your thigh before he grips himself at the base. Without another word, he slowly pushes himself into you, drowning in your moans as he bottoms out. You feel your walls clench tightly, sucking him in as you arch your body into him.
You curse when his pelvis stills at your hips, but he doesnât move, staying fixed against you before dipping his head down, and landing a kiss on your lips. This time, his lips move with less fervour and more passion against you, suddenly slowing down the rush you feel buzzing in the air between you.
âHaechan, please,â You pant when he separates from you, hugging your legs around his waist and pushing your bodies together in lieu of wanting more. âPlease move, want more,â
You donât miss the shiver the throb of his cock inside you when you clench again, wanting to encourage him to do something. He presses a sweet kiss against your lips once more, and another against your cheek before pulling back; enough to be able to travel his gaze all over your face, taking in your dilated pupils and glistening lips.Â
His eyes locked onto yours with a sincerity that sent shivers down your spine. "I like you," Haechan confesses, breath warm against your skin. "I want us to be more than just this; than just this moment."Â
Youâre taken aback by the sudden confession, yet you feel your body warm for reasons other than the heat thatâs between your legs.Â
"I don't want this to end either." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but Haechanâs relieved smile lets you know that heâs heard you nevertheless. Diving down, he kisses you hard, teeth lightly clacking against one another as the both of you smile into each othersâ mouths. He moves back a bit, before thrusting in and filling you once more, letting you feel him fully to the hilt over and over again. He moans low against your lips, and you feel your thighs shake around his waist, feeling overwhelmed by his touch and sounds.
âCan I,â He pants as he picks up the speed, his hand going to your leg before pulling it up to press flush against your chest. âCan I be yours?â
âYes,â You whine. âBe mine, all mine.â You clench around his cock again, making him groan out against you. âFuck, Haechan. Iâm all yours. Please,â You arenât sure what youâre begging for at this point, but it seems like Haechan is just a step ahead, knowing what you want before you can want it.
Pressing your legs against your chest, he goes to drive himself right flush against you, pressing you into a mating press. âS-shitââ
âOh my god,â You sob as you feel him deep inside. âSâ deep,â
âYouâre so pretty,â His eyes cast down between your linked bodies as he says this. âSo pretty and hot, taking me so well.â He moves to clasp your leg over his shoulder, stretching you open for him, the pain in your body is nothing in comparison to the pleasure he delivers with each plough of his dick into you. âCanât believe you wanted me to do this to you in front of everyone,â
âGodââ Haechanâs words combined with the join of his finger against your clit send you into a fury, body clenching as your back arches off the bed. âGonnaââ
âFuck you with my fingers where everyone can see,â His fingers tap incessantly against your bundle of nerves, hissing as you grip his bicep. âWould you let everyone hear you come? Show everyone who can make you feel this good,â Heâs now mumbling to himself, hips snapping with a whimper falling from his lips when he feels your walls tighten against him. âLook at you, all fucked out and pretty. Who else makes you feel this good?â
âYou,â you gasp, now panting, body wanting to writhe away from the overwhelming amount of feelings youâre filled with. âOnly you can make me feel this good Haechan, fuckââ
âAre you close?â He hums, and a groan slips out from his lips at the nod of your head, watching the way you bounce on his cock, tits bouncing up and down from each drive of his hips. âYouâve been so good, let go, baby,â He leans in to plant a kiss on your lips and cheek, and with a few more targeted taps against your clit and a steady thrust of his hips, you feel hot white course through your body as you reach your peak. He peppers kisses down your face and into your neck, hips slowing down as he burrows his head in your neck, allowing you time to come down from your high.
As he goes to pull out and move away, you channel all your force to keep your legs locked behind his back, keeping him in place inside of you. âInside,â Your voice is hoarse from feeling fucked out. âCome inside me, please Hyuckie,âÂ
It seemed that your words were all he needed to push him over the edge, as his hips stutter once, twice, before you feel the twitch of his cock inside of you and spurts of cum fill your cunt. His whimper muffles against your neck, bodies running hot as sweat gathers on your skin.Â
âYou good?â His voice is soft when he says this, hand coming to caress your hair and cheek, a stark contrast against teh harsh plough of his hips earlier. You smile dazedly as you lean against his palm, nodding and kissing his hand, which he pulls back gently and places a kiss at the exact spot your lips landed, before coming to kiss you directly.Â
âBear with me,â He mumbles when he pushes himself up straight, and you wince when he slowly pulls himself out of you. You can feel the slow gush of his cum seeping outside of your hole, and Haechanâs eyes looked mesmerised once more as he looks at your cunt. Almost as if by reflex, his fingers reach out to your sensitive core, gathering the messy mix of your fluids before plunging his fingers back into you, plugging your pussy back full with his cum.
You whine loudly at the overstimulation, spent body twitching as you let Haechan do what he wants. âS-sorry,â He still seems dazed as he says this, eyes unable to stray away from your pulsing pussy. âCouldnât help itâŚâ He pulls out his fingers, spreading them and looking at the wet mixture of your sticky release.
âHaechanâŚâ His eyes widen when you mumble his name, but soften when you reach out your hands weakly, gesturing him in for an embrace. âCâmere,â
Like a teddy bear, he cuddles into you without hesitation, body curving into you as he gently moves both of you around to lay comfortably. He kisses the crown of your head, cheek smushing against your forehead as he tries to get as close to you as possible. âWas that good?â
You hum. âEverything I wanted and more, you were so good to me.â Although you know he tried to hide it, you still feel the giddiness course through him, his skin now growing warm against you at your praise.
You can slowly feel the exhaustion catch up, the task of keeping your eyelids peeled open getting more difficult as time passes by.Â
âThank you, Channie,â You mumble tiredly, feeling his skin rumble beneath you as he hums.Â
âAnything for my baby,â And before you know it, you slowly fall asleep.
It didnât take long for people to realise the two of you are together, and it wasnât even Naeunâs fault this time.
The one who makes it known to the whole campus that youâre together is Haechan, and you would be flattered that he canât help but mention you every second sentence, always finding a way to say the phrase âmy girlfriendâ in any given context, but you also canât help but be embarrassed about the fact that heâs parading you around like this.
So, everyone knows youâre together. But they also know the water bucket prank, and how you both now know who it actually was.Â
Being the partner of the campus prankster and class clown means that everyone knows about the incident of you getting soaked right before your mandatory class. But when you had thought that it was Haechan to blame, the car ride back from the village had raised your suspicions of Minseok, when he had tried to convince you that it was, in fact, Haechan who pulled it; his source being.. gut feeling?
Jihoon had also confessed a week after the camping trip about how Minseok had drunkenly confessed to wanting to prank the prankster, setting up the water bucket thinking Haechan was to attend that class. Unfortunately, his plan fell through when you walked in instead.Â
You wouldâve accepted Minseokâs apology for dunking the water on you, even if he didnât intend to do that to you; but thatâs the problem. He didnât apologise and even tried to deny the fact that he had planned on doing that when you had brought it up to him. He had avoided both you and Haechan, which was such a petty thing to do. With the grudge youâve been holding against Haechan when you thought he was the original pranker, youâre unable to tone it down with Minseok this time around. You donât want to start with the fact that it was a simple, water bucket again.Â
So it goes without further saying that the party thatâs being hosted by Sunwoo again is not one without purpose. Haechan had always had something up his sleeve when something like this happened (which, taking into account his reputation, this wouldnât be his first rodeo). But unfortunately (but fortunate for one), youâre nowhere to be seen yet.
Minseok is bouncing his leg as he sits on the couch, hand gripping his cup which was been empty for more than twenty minutes, too nervous to move off of the couch and get himself more in case anything happens to him. When people come up to him, offering him a dance or a shot, he shakes his head no vehemently, not wanting to take the chance.
When Naeun drops down next to him on the couch, drink swiping around in his cup, his eyes widen in fright as his heart starts beating erratically. The girl giggles at his cautiousness, going to smack at his shoulder, which he effectively avoids just in case that was part of an act.
âItâs so funnyââ Naeunâs giggle gets cut off by a hiccup. âBecause, youâre so scared now. Did you plan on gluing yourself to the couch or is that what they pulled on you?â On her claim, Minseokâs bouncing leg immediately ceases any movement, as his body suddenly goes stiff, now looking at the girl beside him incredulously.Â
Naeun shrieks in the middle of her laughter at his expression, as Minseok suddenly shoots up from his sitting position, looking at the couch he was just perched on while his hands grasp at his ass, checking for any damage. Naeun almost falls to the floor with how hard sheâs laughing now, heaving at Minseokâs expense.
âNot funny,â Minseok frowns at her toppled figure, now warily scanning around the place once more, feeling vulnerable now that heâs standing.
Naeun rubs at the corner of her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup. âTheyâre not here tonight if that helps.â It took the wary man a few seconds to realise who she was talking about. âHaechan had a last-minute shift to cover or something early tomorrow morning, and so they both decided to skip out on this party.â She chuckles against her cup, taking a sip as she lets her eyes scan Minseokâs quivered stance. âSo you can relax. For now. I'm gonna go find the love of my life.. I mean Jeno,â Â
The gleam in her eyes grows as she stands when Minseok scans around the party once more, before heading to the kitchen, deciding that he finally needs another drink.
Walking next to Haechan, you shush him when he suddenly starts talking loudly, animated expressions making you laugh while you shove at his shoulder with your own. You walk down the campus hallways, making your way towards the broadcast club room for today's meeting, with Haechan insisting on dropping you off.
When youâre shoving Haechan away from poking at you, nearing the door of the meeting room, your attention catches on to another person lingering in the stark empty hallway. When you look to youâre side, youâre met with Minseok, his expression shocked still as he, too, heads towards the room.
âOh,â Youâre a bit breathless from trying to avoid all of your boyfriend's onslaught attacks. âHey Minseok,â
âW-what..â He starts, before clearing his throat, not wanting to come off as weak or scared. âWhat are you guys doing?â
Haechanâs arm is slung around your shoulder, squeezing you to his side. âJust dropping her off at the broadcast room.â Oh, of course. The same reason why heâs also situated in the hallway.Â
âGo on, Seok.â You motion towards the door, encouraging him to go ahead first. âIâll say bye to Haechan and Iâll come iââ
âNo!â Minseok exclaims with his hands stretched out, shaking them vehemently before dropping them down after realising how dramatic his actions were. âUh, itâs okay. Iâll wait, and we can all go in together." He hopes his expression comes off as kind, but from the look on both of your faces, it seems to be more similar to a grimace than anything.
âActually,â Haechan starts, wanting to get rid of the awkwardness swirling. âIâll come in too. Jihoon needed my help with a sound system.â Even with Minseok closer to the door, it doesnât seem like the boy is gonna make an effort to go in; not unless you two do, and prove to him that nothing is waiting for him on the other side.
âWell, okay..â You glance at your boyfriend with a questioning look, to which Haechan merely shrugs at you, his mouth turned downward. Stalking towards the door, you open it slowly stepping in while holding it open for the two men to get in. Minseok is still vigilant, looking at all corners of the open door for anything out of place, famously a bucket of something, maybe.
But when you head in and look back at him expectantly, he stalks in eventually, embarrassed at seeming so cautious about âseeminglyâ nothing in particular.
A chorus of greetings is shared, with you and Haechan waving hi to everyone and heading towards your friends, sitting down and starting conversation. Minseok doesnât let up, getting a thorough look at the room heâs frequented a lot, scanning for any misplacements or outliers. He squats down to take a look below the table and cranes his neck to take a good look at the ceiling. Heâs the last to realise the room going silent, as everyone looks at him expectantly, casting glances at each other at his odd behaviour.
Itâs Sohee who breaks his quest. âAre you gonna take a seat or not?â At that, Minseok startles, before realising that everyoneâs attention is caught on him. His cheeks warm up as he goes to his seat, tucking himself against the table before muttering a meek apology.Â
As the meeting commences, Minseok canât help but look around the room restlessly, feeling on edge even when everyone sends him weird glances when he bounces his leg endlessly or takes a look to his left and right periodically.Â
But the meeting ends, and nothing out of the ordinary happens. Everyone gets out of their seats, and you head towards Haechan and Jihoon, who are huddled in a corner next to the stereo, fiddling around with it as they finish up their work. Minseok suddenly feels ashamed for suspecting the two of you; just because he was menacing enough to pull something doesnât mean you would do the same. Packing his things from the table, he goes to stand up and heads towards you, repeating in his head how to apologise to you two. But even with a hand braced against the table to steady him, he couldnât get to his feet.
âWhatââ He tries to stand up once more, both hands now braced against the chairsâ handles, but to no avail. The chair topples ever so slightly as he exerts all his force, and it's as if heâs glued to the chair.
âYouâ!â When you turn to look at him, you topple over with laughter, your hand finding Haechanâs shoulder to shake, wanting to bring his attention towards Minseok whoâs struggling against the chair. Haechan grins, coming to a stand next to you and looking at the boy. Everyone else giggles along at the carried-out prank, slowly filling out the room but not before taking a quick picture and video.Â
âOh no, are you okay Minseok?â Jihoonâs fake worry makes shame bubble in said person's stomach. âIt seems like youâre stuck,âÂ
Coming up to him, you place a pair of pants on the table near him, giving him a sweet smile. âI donât think youâll be able to come out in one piece, so hereâs some emergency supply.â You give him a pat against his shoulder, before Haechan softly grabs your hand, bringing you towards the door before giving Minseok a wave goodbye.
thank you loads for reading till the end!! I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, its late rn and I'm not bothered to really go through it thoroughly once more. also, will I ever learn how to pace my fics after the two characters get together????? guess we wont ever know
if you liked this, please don't hesitate to let me know!
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May I request a bit of Lucifer with a plus sized reader who has a breeding kink? đ
thank you so much for this request anon it has plagued my brain /pos as someone who's midsized and VERY gay i think the plus sized ladies need more love in fanfic. i hope you like it, im not 100% happy with the writing but lmk and ill change it up :)
cw: smut, breeding kink (duh), mentions of daddy kink but it's not rly used, reader is described as plus sized could be midsized ig, cum eating?? it's not like DIRECTLY mentioned but it kinda happens??, reader is overstimulated cause lucifer wants to make her a mommy, not proofread well
other: im on vacation and working through some requests so please know your request has been noted! ill probably come out with some more alastor/reader/lucifer sometime in the next couple of days.
â for starters, i firmly believe that he's the kind of guy to LOVE chubby girls
â like he loves how soft you are
â if you're laying in bed with him you better expect for him to be all over you
â no matter what you wanna wear he thinks it hot. seeing you confident is his biggest turn on and he loves it when you are feeling your best.
â put on some low rise jeans and that man is on his knees for you
â safe to say this man is 100% your number 1 supporter and will hype you up no matter what
â if you're taller than him, literally no issue. like have you seen the height difference between him and lilith?
â look he's a guy who knows how to handle anyone of any shape/size/gender
â he's been around since the beginning of humanity this guy knows how to fuck
â we all know he's a munch
â i feel like he'd be the kind of guy to be REALLY into thighs
â like you'd be laying in bed and he'd start kissing down your body, his hands running over your curves
â paying special attention to your lower belly before moving to your thighs
â he likes going down on you but if you at all want to ride his face he's 100% in
â i feel like if you hadn't asked he'd definitely have suggested it before
â the kind of guy to like pull you down on his face
â he wants you to SIT dammit
â the breeding kink tho.
â i feel like he'd already have a daddy kink but the breeding kink just adds to it yk
â he thinks you look absolutely divine when his cum is leaking out of you
â but on days he's particularly feeling the breeding kink, he 100% shoving his fingers in you after he pulls out.
â gotta make sure you stay full
â he can't help it he just loves you so much he wants to see you swollen with his child :(
"darling just one more for me please" he breathes out, sweat dripping down his body as he tries to coax another orgasm out of you.
he had been feeling in a bit of a mood tonight, and when you came into his office with those shorts of yours on he couldn't think about anything other than breeding you.
so here we are, laid out on his desk, and him hovering over you. your legs ache from trembling so hard, and every orgasm makes you practically blind from how long he'd been going at it. his cum leaks out of your hole, he'd been dumping load after load in you, and now he's shaking too.
he's gotta fill you up though, he'd love nothing more than you carrying his love. he feels that pit is his stomach tighten, and he gently rubs your clit. "gonna be such a good mommy," he'd coo, feeling you turn to putty in his arms.
when the time comes and he crashes over his orgasm, spilling deep in you once more, he's careful to stay locked in for a little while, but he's peppering your face with kisses.
"you did such a good job ducky" he murmurs, rubbing soft circles on your hips. until he'd pull back just a little to watch his cum leak out of you again, utterly spent.
when he finally completely pulls out its not long until his fingers make their way in you, "shh baby i know, but i gotta make sure it takes" he'd whisper to you as you squirm away from him.
he tsks a little shortly after, his fingers slowly withdrawing. he plunges thumb into your mouth, "suck" he says firmly, which you do, of course. cleaning off his fingers so good for him.
he pulls his hand back, it returns to your side, and you whine as you feel his fat tip press against your hole again, and he coos down at you, folding your legs up to your knees. "cmon missy, we can go one more time right? you can go again sweetheart" he says as he eases his cock into you again.
safe to say, he's dumping loads of his cum in you until he's shooting blanks.
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LUCY BESTIE I GOT A FIC IDEA THE READER ABSOLUTELY JAW DROPPED SHOCKED LIKE REALLY REALLY SHOCKED WHEN SHE SEES MATTHEO TAKE HIS SHIRT OFF AND SHES HIS ABS, ARM VIENS, HANDS- AND SHE FOLDS LIKE A TACO-
Red Wine
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader
Warnings: cursing, kissing lmk if there are anymore
Summary: where your best friend, Pansy, "accidentally" spills wine on Mattheo at a Slytherin Party and volunteers you to help him clean up.
Hope this is to your liking đ
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You entered the Great Hall and walked up to the Slytherin table. The table was filled with chatters about the Slytherin Party happening this very evening. Your head was kinda hurting so you decided not to go. Until...
"Y/n darling! You can't turn down an invitation to a party! Especially not a Slytherin one!" Pansy said appalled at your decision as you sat in your dorm.
"Pansy my head is throbbing." You replied trying to convince her.
"No way. You are going to that party. Mattheo will be there! And I know how much you like him." Pansy said far too loud.
"Louder Pansy. I don't think they heard you over at the boys dorms." You said irritated at the fact that she spilled your secret.
"Sorry." She muttered slightly taken aback. "Please come! I promise I'll make it worth you while."
"Ok fine. Wait what do you mean?" You asked.
"You'll see." She smirked to herself.
You got into a green body fitting dress, exaggerating your curves. You had to admit you looked stunning. You paired it with black heels that Pansy let you borrow and silver snake earrings as well as a necklace. You had your hair in a bun with a few strands out at the front which you curled.
"Wow! Darling you look amazing!" Pansy said as she saw you all ready.
"Thanks!" You replied smiling at her.
As you and Pansy walked down the stairs, your friends stared at you in shock. One of them being Mattheo.
Pansy was daring so her response didn't shock you.
"I know we're hot but you might want to close your mouth before your jaw falls off." She said making you chuckle and lightly smack her arm.
"Pansy!" You exclaimed as you giggled.
"You look nice." Mattheo complemented you.
"just nice?" You joked.
"I mean, very nice. Like gorgeous i-" Mattheo said flustered.
"I'm joking. You don't look too bad yourself. Turns out you clean up way better than I expected.". You cut him off before he had a crisis. He softly smiled at you as you noticed he was... blushing?
You and your friends sat in the back corner of the room as you usually did. None of you were heavily into the dancing and the lights. You were just there for the alcohol.
You and Pansy went to grab drinks. Pansy got red wine which you found weird since she never was fond of it.
"I didn't know you liked red wine." You said.
"Does the job." She replied.
"Wh-" you began.
"Careful, your drinks gonna fall!" Pansy exclaimed as she saw you tilting your glass unconciously.
"Oh shit! Thanks." You replied.
You walked back to the table where your friends were sat. You saw Pansy pull a face as she gulped down the wine. You sat down next to Mattheo. As she went to take the seat next to you, she tripped due to the table leg and spilled her red wine all over Mattheo's white suit.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Pansy exclaimed.
Mattheo took a deep breath before responding.
"It's fine." He muttered. "Unfortunately all my white shirts have just been washed so I don't have any spare."
You stared at Pansy in disbelief refusing to believe it was an accident. You saw right through her little facade. Pansy gave you a look to say something, but in that moment you had no idea what to say.
"Y/n has some spare oversized shirts she could lend you?" Pansy suggested. "Don't you y/n?" She nudged.
"Uh... yeah yeah! I have some spare oversized shirts, if you can just follow me to my dorm." You said realising Pansy's endeavour.
"No it's fine I don't want to bother you." Mattheo replied.
"Don't worry about it!" You said. Mattheo gave in and followed you to your dorm.
You took a towel and wiped off the red wine before reaching in to your cupboard and grabbing the shirt.
As you turned around you saw Mattheo unbuttoning his shirt and your jaw dropped. You almost dropped the shirt in your hands on the floor.
His abs, his arms and his hands were perfect. He was perfect.
"I know I'm hot but you might want to close your mouth before your jaw falls off." Mattheo repeated Pansy's exact words, smirking as he did so.
"Sorry I- I should probably turn around." You said flustered.
"No, I don't mind. Unless you do, that is?" Mattheo questioned.
"Looking at those abs? Fuck no, I don't." You said half joking as you turned around still blushing. He chuckled.
When Mattheo was fully dressed you suggested that you both go down back to the party before anyone got suspicious.
"Will they be wrong?" He asked.
"What do you-" you started. Before you could finish your sentence his lips were on yours. The moment was surreal and you wished it would last forever.
Fucking Pansy and her red wine.
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âęąá´á´Ęęą á´á´ á´Ęá´ęąĘâ â chapter ten | coriolanus snow
ăá´Ąá´Ęɴɪɴɢ:ă SFW | Coriolanus Snow, elitism | lmk if I forgot anything
ăá´á´ÉŞĘɪɴɢ:ă young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader
ăęąá´á´á´á´ĘĘ:ă Coriolanus and you wake up together in the morning of the games!
ăá´/É´:ă i hope y'all like this!!
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Coriolanus Snow got out of the shower, the boy freshly dressed in a white, too-tight shirt and charcoal pants. You were sleeping on the bed, curled to his side right now. He should wake you up for breakfast. After he told Tigris a friend had stayed over the night, she was excited that this was the first guest they had in years and how glad she was that Coriolanus found a true friend.
A true friend. He certainly wasn't used to it. You never met his expectations, always managing to ruin his prediction of the future whenever it involved you. You were everything, you were an enigma, addicting and unsolvable.
God bless Tigris, when she heard about you, she went out to get groceries with whatever penny she had. She had assured Coriolanus that your first meal in this house wouldn't be the flavorless cabbage soup. Coryo was glad that at least he wouldn't have to face the embarrassment of not even serving proper food.
Coryo decided to cook for you himself. He wanted to make sure everything is as perfect as it gets. Tigris had found some tomatoes and strawberries for cheap! There was bread that was expired, but it's only been three days and you didn't have to know. So he decided to make tomato soup and toasted bread with strawberries for dessert.
When grandmaâam was busy, he even took the risk of stealing roses from the penthouse. He had some mint leaves in the fridge. He wanted to make a drink for you. He rinsed the roses, crushing the petals and the mint together. He mixes the juice from the paste in cold water. He swirls the liquid with a spoon and watches it turn light green.
He takes a small sip, the strong floral flavor of the roses tasting well with the freshness of the mint. He smiles satisfied. He doesn't let Tigris do any of the work, he sets the table, and the food himself. Changing positions of the plate every few minutes to make sure everything is acceptable and up to standard. Just because his house isn't made of diamonds anymore doesn't mean that the Snows' have forgotten how to treat their guests.
After everything was deemed perfect in his eyes, he opened his bedroom door to wake you up. You were already awake. Sitting up on the bed, your face sleepy. You could barely keep your eyes open and he almost wanted to suggest that you go back to sleep. You looked so cute! You blink several times, gaining sense, and look at him with an unfiltered grin.
âGood morning, Coryo,â you greet him, your eyes shining.
âGood morning,â he said, softly, feeling his heart getting warm. âCome on, you can freshen up in the bathroom. I made breakfast.â
You nod and make your way to the bathroom. Coriolanus waits for your arrival, he keeps the seat beside him free. Tigris chatted excitedly about some new designs and Grandma'am wasn't at her best to make conversations (which he was grateful for).
You come out of the washroom, your face fresh and your hair somewhat tamed. You eye the empty seat beside him and take it. You introduced yourself softly to the family and watched their eyes widen when they realized who you were and the power your family held.
Coriolanus felt proud. That's his soulmate, he wanted to say but didn't. He had to be patient, he had to be careful. He wasted a decade of his life, he can't mess this up.
You looked at the food, and he felt worried that you wouldn't like it. He knew this was nothing compared to the meal you have in your home, heck even the Academy had better food than this! You looked back at him and whispered, âYou cooked this yourself?â
Coriolanus nodded, not sure if the question was a good or bad thing. Will you refuse to eat it because it was made by a boy who starves daily and has no idea what fine cuisine tastes like? Will you break his heart like that, and prove that you're predictable?
He swallows, his throat dry as he watches you sip the rosemint water he made. You take some toasted bread onto your plate, your bowl filled with tomato soup. You dip the toast into the soup and take a bite.
Neither Coriolanus nor Tigris had started their meal waiting for your reaction. Coriolanus was getting worried sick about how horrible it was, he shouldn't have let you come and see him so undone, so raw. He ruined everything. You can't possibly-
âThis is delicious,â you exclaimed with joy, âI can't believe you cooked this, Coryo!â
Tigris chuckled, glad that you liked it, âHe has magic hands.â
âI think it's your hands that are magic, Tigris,â he said. He turns to you, âShe's a designer.â
You make small talk with Tigris, asking about her works and Coriolanus feels himself to calm down. He begins to nibble at his bread, taking small sips of the soup to save it for later. He couldn't believe his reality, it felt like a fever.
He was afraid a wrong move would wake him up. He couldn't have that when he finally felt at home in the ruins of his penthouse. He would always remember the moment of you giggling and Tigris talking about her ideas. The two of you are seemingly turning into friends. He loved to see the two most important women in his life bonding.
Of course, the moment has to be shattered. Life doesn't let him keep his smile up for long. Oh, how cruel the fates were to remind him of his true reality.
âHopefully, Coryo, I will return the favor by cooking you a meal one day.â
âWe don't want your disgusting, filthy district food,â his Grandmaâam sneered.
âWell, then I am sure you'll like it enough if it's made by my Capitol-blooded Michelin star chef.â
In a moment, you have revealed your status, that you were above Coriolanus and his family who couldn't even dream of having a chef in their home anymore. You showed that no matter what, you were higher than him, that you weren't equal. That you were simply indulging him in his foolish quest of making a good breakfast. That it could never be truly compared.
And you also knew you fucked up by saying that. Coriolanus knee you weren't in the wrong, but he couldn't help the hurt he felt by the remainder of it all.
He has to win the Plinth Prize at any cost.
You profusely apologize and even though Tigris said it's alright, you get up from the table without finishing the meal. You go back to his room. He doesn't finish his meal either, his stomach filled with disappointment. He follows you into the room. You turn to him as he closes the door.
âI am sorry!â You said, âIt was uncalled for. She's old and it's-â
âItâs fine,â he cuts in, giving you a fake polite smile reserved for his classmates, âI think she would like it more if it's done by a Michelin star chef.â
âCoriolanus,â you said, walking up to him, your hands cradling his face as you cage him to the door. Oh, how delightful the cage is for him.
âI am sorry!â you plead, and for a moment he thought you were simply performing. This was all a huge joke, and he's just a punchline.
âReal or not?â He whispered, his lips close to yours.
âReal,â you answered, âI didn't mean it like that. I didn't mean to brag- after finally you-â You stopped your words and leaned in instead but Coriolanus flinched back. Not until he's equal to you. He won't have you as Coryo, the poor starving boy from the Capitol. He will have you as Coriolanus Snow, the winner of it all, the heir of the Snow lineage.
You hide the hurt on your face and lean back.
The silence in the room was thick and awkward. There are hours before the games start. Coriolanus needed to practice self-control because he wanted to pull you right back in his arms, push you against the door, and capture your lips. He wants to taste the mint and the rose on your tongue, he wants to ruin your ability to think and wants to steal your breath.
But he doesn't do any of it.
His eyes flicker to the box underneath his table. It was labeled as rat poison. Your eyes follow his gaze and it snapped back to meet his eyes again. It was amazing how a conversation was held without even saying a word.
Lucy Gray is weak. She won't last a minute in the arena.
They'll know.
They won't, not if she wins.
âCoryo,â you begin to say.
âI have to do this,â he firmly said, âYou know why.â So that we can be equals, he thinks, so that I don't have to flinch back from your lips because I don't feel worthy of you.
âHow will you even hide it?â You asked, your eyebrows furrowed.
Coriolanus Snow takes out a powder compact from his drawer. It was silver in color and was decorated with an engraved rose. It was his mother's. In difficult times, when he had trouble falling asleep, he would click it open and inhale the rose scent of the silken cake of powder within.
He clicks it open now, the cake of rose-scented flowers spreads the fragrance across his bedroom. You come in closer and gently pry the compact from his hands to yours. He lets you because he trusts you.
âYour mother's?â You questioned.
âYes,â he replied, unable to keep his emotions in check. âShe's always with me with this and she will help me win the games.â
You don't say anything but put down the compact gently on the desk before wrapping your arms around him. âYour mom would be proud of you, Coryo,â you said. Coriolanus wanted to question how would you know, you never even met her. However, your words brought him comfort and it gave him the courage to pull out the cake powder and contain it before filling the compact with rat poison.
âLet me drop you off at the Zoo,â you said, your fingertip tracing over the rose. Your other hand holds his cheek, your thumb caressing him gently. He closed his eyes, feeling all of his tension leave. He couldn't describe how calm he felt from your touch. How right it was for you to touch him.
âOkay,â he lets out, âLet me change first.â
He changed into his pristine academy uniform. He makes sure all of his curls are in place. He has to hold your hands and glare at you playfully when you try to mess it up.
âDon't,â he warns with a small smile. And you pout and for a moment he gives in. He gives into himself and- before his lips can touch yours, you pull back. So, he held your hand up and kissed your knuckle instead.
âThank you,â he said, his voice sincere, âfor everything.â
For saving him. For supporting him. For being his.
Both of you got in the car, the plan was to drive Coriolanus to the zoo. He will deliver it to Lucy Gray and go directly to the Academy by foot while you go back to your house for a change of clothes and then go to the Academy.
The car ride is quiet, neither of you wanting to say too much but unwilling to reveal anything. You park the car in front of the Zoo gates. He opens his mouth to say goodbye but you interrupt first by saying,
âMay the odds be in your favor, Coryo. See you at the Games, pretty boy.â
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THATâS THAT ME ESPRESSO (TTME)
Chapter 6- Apologies âď¸
Youâve woken up to the sounds of the birds chirping and the morning sun peaking in through the windows. You wouldâve loved waking up in the giant room provided by Ayaka, if only you werenât so violently hung over.
The feeling of being incredibly nauseous while remembering some of the memories from last night, started hitting you like a semi truck.
Why did you have to drink so much? Youâre never drinking again.
You always say this but never actually stick through with your word.
You loved being drunk but hated the consequences that come the next morning. Your phone was buzzing with new messages. Have you always hated the sounds of notifications? Or was it the headache talking? Annoyed, you checked your phone.
Bergrudgingly, you got up. As soon as you stood up however, you felt like you needed to throw up.
Quickly, you rushed to the toilet. Expecting for something to come out. Nothing did.
âI hate being hungover.â You quickly muttered before making your way to the dining room.
You noticed everyone had arrived before you. They all looked like shit. Including you. Mona was in deep explanation of how she read Yaeâs birthchart. Apparently the woman has a lot of baggage.
You sat down in between Hu Tao and Mona.
Ayaka handed you a bowl of miso soup, âItâs for your hangover. You look rough.â She smiles.
You quietly thank her. The miso soup looks good but were you able to eat this without throwing it back up? You took your chances and fed yourself.
Luckily you didnât.
Before you could finish the soup, Hu Tao turned towards you.
âSo are you going to explain what happened last night?â She questioned.
You cleared your throat and explained your experience at the party. From start to finish. Everyone had listened intently to your story. Someone would occasionally gasp.
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âWell he sure does know how to act like he cares about someone.â Mona mentioned. Scaramouche is actually a good actor.
It seems like he practiced on you the most.
As you were showing the group the texts you sent to Scaramouche and Childe, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Childe. Everyone began freaking out.
âShit what do I say??â You were panicking because you didnât really expect him to answer.
âMaybe an apology?â Lynette suggested.
So fucking annoying.
Heâs so fucking annoying.
How can he be like this? Why was he being like this? You heavily sighed. The audacity of this man.
Lynette looked up at you, âIs everything alright?â
You put your phone in the middle of the table and stood up.
âYes. Everything is so perfect.â You replied sarcastically, âAyaka thank you for the breakfast and sleepover. Have fun everyone reading those stupid ass texts. Iâll be getting ready to leave.â
When the words left your mouth, you walked away and towards the room you were sleeping in.
As you were packing up you heard a knock at the door.
It was Hu Tao. She was returning your phone.
âIâm so sorry Y/n. Heâs such a big dick. You donât deserve this. She pulled you into a hug.
âItâs ok, donât worry about it. Itâs how he is.â You reassured her.
She helped you pack the rest of your stuff.
You then said goodbye to everyone and got inside your car.
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A/N: Hi Iâm back! Ik its been a few days but I havenât been feeling the best so I took a while to update. Iâm still sick but I feel better enough to update even if this chapter was a bit short. Another written chapter I hope you guys like it!! Also pls ignore the typo in furinaâs text I meant to put âpartiesâ đ
ALSOOO lmk if you guys want your users to be added to this au and iâll make you a twitter user :)
Synopsis: Youâre a new idol that just debuted under âFontaine Entertainmentâ with your new single âEspresso.â You just graduated high school which means all your classmates are shocked to see you into stardom. Including your old situationship, who happens to be an actor.
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hiii! its my first time requesting and i was wondering if u already saw that yt video of felix with risabae? i was getting so giddy and worked up the way felix looks at her while applying his makeup đ if i was in her place i would've crumbled to the ground already fr đđđ i was wondering if we could get the reader doing felix's makeup and he keeps an intense eye contact with them and it turns into something heated. i love ur works so much, pls continue to write bc u make my delulus better đđŤ°
also pls make it sub felix pls if its not too much đđđ¤
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sub!felix x reader
wc: 2.5k
warnings: MDNI 18+, fluffy cuteness, eye contact, tension, handjob, oral (m. rec), overstim, praise, (lmk if i missed any)
a/n: omg. omg. omg. i watched it and i was smiling the entire time, and his bubble message about how he'd let us do his makeup. thank you for suggesting this anon i love you, and writing subby felix is something i do anyways so yk, easy said easy done. i hope u like it bby <3
i'm currently working on other suggestions, but if you have something you'd to leave for me, please please do, also if you want to be added to the taglist lmk!!!
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The soft hum of the bathroom fan filled the room as you carefully arranged the makeup products on the counter. Felix sat on the edge of the sink, his legs dangling slightly, watching you with an intensity that made your heart flutter. His blonde hair framed his face perfectly, and the anticipation in his eyes was palpable.
"So, I'm just putting it on you this time?" You asked him, a little nervous about what you were about to do. You had never done anyone else's makeup.
"Yes, please." Felix said, a soft smile appearing on his face. His smile was contagious, and you felt a soft smile on your own face as you picked up the foundation, you could tell he didn't need any though. He had a gorgeous, natural tan.
"Close your eyes." You said, and he complied, and you dabbed the brush in the foundation and lightly dotted it around his face. He didn't need any on his neck, his skin was so perfect and smooth, and the light dusting of freckles was just enough. You put the foundation back on the counter and grabbed a little bottle of primer, and dabbed it onto your finger, and then lightly on Felix's eyelids.
"Open." You whispered, and he complied, staring deep into your eyes, the light from the bulbs above shining through his brown irises, his pupils slightly dilated. Your breath caught in your throat, but you kept working, and picked up a small sponge, dabbing a light pink blush on his cheeks. He was naturally rosy, but he was also a very expressive person, and sometimes it could look a bit unnatural. The blush made his cheeks look soft and full, and his skin was so smooth under your fingers.
The way he was staring into your eyes was distracting, feeling like his gaze was searing into your soul. He was looking at you like he wanted you, his gaze was so intense that you could feel your whole body getting hot. You looked away, the tension unbearable, and he smirked at your reaction.
You grabbed a small brush and applied a shimmery highlighter, dusting it along his cheekbones. Felix closed his eyes for a moment, and let out a soft sigh.
"It feels nice..." He murmured, and your stomach filled with butterflies, and you smiled at him.
"That's... good." You replied, and he opened his eyes, looking at you as if he was in a trance. You felt like your breath was taken away, and your body was growing weak from the heat in the room. You put the brush down and picked up a little tube.
"Open your mouth." You said, and he did as you commanded, and you squeezed it onto his lips, and began to rub it in with your finger. He let out a soft gasp as you touched him, and his lips were so plush and soft.
"What's that for?" He asked, his voice breathy and low.
"To keep the color on your lips, and so they won't be dry." You told him, and his breathing got heavy. He nodded, and you looked back at the products on the counter. There was a light-colored lipstick you were saving for last, it was a little expensive, but the color would look so gorgeous on him, and his lips were already so plump and soft. You knew he would look stunning.
"I'll... do the eyeshadow, then." You told him, picking up a small brush and the shimmery powder. You lightly tapped the brush into the eyeshadow, and then brought it close to his face, and he looked you in the eye as you lightly swiped the brush along his edge of his eyelids. His lips parted as you came closer, and his face was so close to yours. You could feel his hot breath on your skin, and his intense gaze was burning into you.
"That tickles" He murmured, and grabbed your hand, and pulled it close to his mouth, and you let out a gasp as he kissed your palm. He looked up at you, and his smile was soft and seductive. He was flirting with you.
You could barely concentrate as you applied the rest of the eyeshadow, the tension thick in the air, and the soft kiss he left on your palm was still tingling on your skin. You were trying to keep yourself together, but the heat was overwhelming.
You had to move away from him, or you would do something reckless, and you wouldn't be able to stop yourself. You needed to end this quickly and just finish off with his lipstick.
"Can you tilt your head back?" You asked him, and he did as you commanded, and now you had easy access to his lips, and his face was fully illuminated, the lights making his skin look like it was glowing. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, his eyes half-lidded and staring into yours. You held the lipstick close to his lips, and he stared deep into your eyes as you moved it closer. His gaze was so intense that you were struggling to focus, the lipstick carefully landed on his bottom lip, a light pink color complementing his natural color.
"Is that the one you bought?" He asked, his lips moving and making your job a little more difficult.
"Yes, it's the one." You told him, and he looked at it closely.
"I think it would look better on you." He said, and it caught you off guard, the lipstick falling from your hands and into the sink.
"Better on me?" You asked, and he nodded.
"You should try it." He suggested, and you looked down at the tube, and then back up at his face.
"Then, how about we do a transfer test?" You said, and he looked confused at the suggestion, and you were a little too nervous to explain, and his lips looked so kissable that it was hard to stop yourself. You grabbed his face, and looked deep into his eyes.
"A transfer test," you repeated, your eyes flickering down to his plump lips, and you leaned in, closing the gap between you, and pressing your lips against his. You could hear a soft noise escape him, his lips were so plush and warm, and the taste of the lipstick was sweet and floral. He pulled away for a moment, his eyes wide, his cheeks flushed.
"Wait," He started, and you cut him off.
"I think it looks better on you, hm?" You asked, pressing your lips back against his, he let out a soft moan, kissing you back. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him, his hands moving up and down your back. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and you pushed him further back against the mirror, his mouth opening in surprise. You slipped your tongue in his mouth, and he moaned softly, his own tongue swirling around yours, the sweet taste of the lipstick and his saliva driving you wild. You pressed yourself against him, your fingers pulling his hair slightly, and he gasped, the sound music to your ears.
You pulled away, and he was panting, his lips glistening with spit, the lipstick smeared, his cheeks red and eyes half-lidded. He was a vision.
"Well, is it transfer proof?" You asked, slightly out of breath.
Felix's breathing was uneven, his body trembling slightly under your touch. "I-I don't know," he stammered, his voice shaky. "Maybe we should... test it again?"
He looked so pretty with his face flushed and lips swollen, his chest rising and falling quickly.
You couldn't resist him. You grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, your tongue swirling against his, and he moaned into your mouth. You could taste him, and the sweet flavor of the lipstick, and the feeling of him pressed against you, the sounds he made, it was all driving you wild. You broke the kiss, panting heavily, and looked down at him, his eyes were lidded and he was biting his bottom lip, his cheeks were a beautiful shade of red, his hair mussed from where you had run your fingers through it, and the lipstick was smeared across his face.
"You're beautiful, Felix." You said softly, and he blushed even deeper.
"You... think so?" He asked, his eyes tracing you, and you nodded.
"Yes," you whispered, your voice tender yet commanding. "So beautiful, and all mine." You watched as his eyes widened slightly, the words sinking in, making him shiver.
"Yours?" Felix repeated, his voice barely audible, filled with a mixture of awe and desire.
"Yes, mine," you confirmed, leaning in to kiss him again, softer this time, savoring the feel of his lips against yours. "Now, be a good boy and stay still for me."
He nodded obediently, his hands resting on your hips as you took control. Your fingers gently traced along his jawline, down his neck, and over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your touch. Felix's eyes fluttered closed, his lips parting in a soft sigh as you continued to explore his body with delicate, deliberate movements.
You moved your lips to his neck, planting soft kisses along his sensitive skin, eliciting more sweet moans from him. He shivered when you brushed your fingertips over his nipples, and he bit his lower lip to keep from crying out. You smiled to yourself as you watched him squirm beneath your touch, his cock throbbing against your thigh.
"Don't hold back, Felix," you whispered into his ear, your hot breath making him shiver. "I want to hear how much you love this."
Felix whimpered in response, his hands tightening on your hips, his eyes still closed. You trailed your fingers down his stomach, tracing the lines of his muscles, before finally reaching his clothed bulge, your hand cupping him through the thin fabric. He let out a soft cry as you began to palm him, his cock twitching in his pants.
Felix breathed out your name, his voice strained with need. You felt him buck his hips against your hand, desperate for more friction, and you obliged him by squeezing his cock gently, drawing a shuddering moan from his lips.
"Good," you murmured, your voice low and sultry.
His breathing was coming in ragged gasps now, his face flushed and his body trembling with pleasure. You moved your hand up to the waistband of his pants, teasing him by dipping your fingers below the elastic, and Felix gasped as he felt the heat of your palm against his skin.
You slowly pulled his pants down, revealing his hard cock, already dripping with precum. You licked your lips, anticipation coursing through your veins.
Felix whined, his voice pleading. "Please..."
"Shhh," you whispered, running your fingers along his length, feeling his hot, throbbing flesh.
Felix gasped as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly, teasingly. He bucked his hips, seeking more contact, but you kept your pace slow and steady, drawing it out, making him desperate.
You watched his face as he writhed in ecstasy, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent cry. His cock twitched in your hand as you pumped him, his breathing coming in short, ragged gasps.
You could feel him getting close, his muscles tensing, his thighs trembling. He was so beautiful like this, lost in the throes of pleasure. You leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, tasting his precum, and he shuddered, letting out a strangled moan.
He was right on the edge, his whole body shaking. You tightened your grip and pumped him faster, bringing him to the brink. His back arched and he let out a hoarse cry, his cock pulsing in your hand as he came, his cum shooting out all over your tongue and face.
He fell back against the mirror, his body limp and spent. He opened his eyes and looked at you, his expression dazed and blissful. You licked your lips, savoring the taste of his cum, and his eyes widened as he saw your face, covered in his seed.
"I... I didn't realize... sorry..." Felix mumbled, looking embarrassed.
"It's okay," you replied, smiling reassuringly. "I like it."
He blinked, looking surprised.
You took a moment to admire him, his soft blonde hair mussed, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted and his chest heaving. He was beautiful, and all yours.
Your gaze wandered lower, and you saw that he was still hard, his cock standing erect, the head glistening with precum. The sight made your mouth water.
You knelt down and licked the tip of his cock, and he gasped, his whole body tensing.
"Ah, fuck, wait!" Felix moaned, his voice strained.
You ignored him and wrapped your lips around the head, swirling your tongue over the sensitive skin. He groaned and bucked his hips, driving his cock deeper into your mouth.
You sucked him hard, taking him deeper, your tongue teasing him mercilessly.
"Fuck, pl- wait..." Felix begged, his voice strained.
You kept going, sucking him and teasing him, listening to his cries and moans, his whole body trembling.
You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and saw that his expression was desperate, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted in a silent cry.
You kept sucking him, your mouth sliding up and down his shaft, your tongue flicking over the head, your lips brushing against his skin.
Felix gasped and moaned, his fingers tangling in your hair, his body shaking.
"Please, wait... fuck, I can't..." he panted, his voice ragged.
You didn't stop, though, and soon he was crying out, his hips bucking, his cock pulsing in your mouth.
You felt him come, his cock twitching and spasming in your mouth, his hot cum shooting down your throat. You swallowed it eagerly, drinking him down, savoring his taste.
He fell back against the mirror, his body spent, his chest heaving.
You licked your lips, and looked up at him, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth.
"Good boy."
Felix opened his eyes and looked at you, his expression dazed and blissful.
He blinked, looking a little shocked.
"You... that was..."
You smiled, feeling a rush of affection for him. He was so surprised by his own pleasure, like it was something foreign and unfamiliar to him.
"Are you okay?" You asked, concerned.
"Yeah... that was... wow," Felix replied, still sounding a little dazed.
You kissed him gently, and he melted into the kiss, his lips parting and his tongue darting out to taste you.
You broke the kiss, smiling softly at him.
"How are you feeling?" You asked, your voice tender.
"I'm good... really good," Felix murmured, a blush coloring his cheeks.
"Well, now I have to touch up your makeup again," you said, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth. "But this time, I'll make sure the lipstick stays on you."
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âOURSâ
Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never couldâve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the âYouâre Mineâ fic.
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Warnings: This series is 18+ and will contain fluff, suggestion, SMUT (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, mental health struggles, eating disorder, self doubt, body image issues, daddy kink, angst, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really⌠if i miss anything please lmk!
Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant/ baby logistics itâs better if you just read along happily :)
Chapter 24- An Alexander-Arnold Angel | âOursâ
word count - 11 k
âCan you tell me what that is, baby?â You cooed, bouncing Teddy on your knee pointing outside through the big window. You were sat in a lounge at the airport waiting to board your flight to the United States for your wedding. Trent had gotten a private jet to take you to New York. He figured if you had ever taken an important trip it would be this one so flying private seemed like the thing to do.Â
âAib pla!â Teddy yelled the jumbled words. You giggled and shushed her loud outburst. You pulled her by her pudgy tummy back into you more. You leaned around her and kissed her chubby cheek.Â
âYeah, Ted. Thatâs an airplane. Youâre so smart. Do you like going on planes, baby bear?â Trent asked Teddy, sharing the same laugh you did hearing her excitedly squeal in a fairly quiet room. She shrugged, not sure if she did or maybe she didnât understand his question. To her credit the last time she flew, she probably didnât even remember the experience all that well. You wondered how good her memory was and if she would remember going to New York at all.Â
âI think you do. Youâre such a good flyer, baby. Do you know where weâre going?â You picked up her hands and tried to wipe them clean from the yogurt she had been eating. It seemed to have gotten just about everywhere but in her mouth.Â
âPop pops.â She murmured out to you now deciding that after her snack and all the questions she was tired and needed a cuddle. She was referring to your dad. Thatâs what you had landed on calling him. You wiped her hands and pulled her into your arms situating her on your chest.Â
âYeah, weâre going to see pop pop, mum mum, Laur, and Win Win too. Arenât you so excited?â You asked her. Trent was listening to your conversation and ran his hand over her hair before kissing her head.Â
âTed, do you know what else weâre going to do?â Trent asked Teddy cupping her cheek and turning her head a little for her to look at him.
âNos dada.â She sleepily cooed trying to wrangle away and get her face back to its place tucked into the nape of your neck.Â
âMe and mummy are going to get married. Give mummy a big kiss like thisâŚMwah!â Trent messed about pulling your face into his, kissing your lips dramatically with the âmwahâ sound Teddy still loved. She giggled with a âdadaâ grabbing for him and pushing her lips out for a kiss of her own from him. âGoing to have a big party as well. You can wear your pretty dress like mummy too. Will you dance with daddy?â He asked her with a smiley pout seeing how tired she was. He was hoping that he could make her happy by asking her a silly question and bringing up the dress she had been really excited to wear.Â
âIs dada even going to dance?â Your brow furrowed with a smirk mocking Trentâs usual indifference for dancing. He rolled his eyes at your smart remark. You giggled a little. Trent didnât like to dance. Heâd do it for you though. Heâd hold you tight to him and whisper in your ear. Frankly, you liked the way he did dance. It was always a heated moment and typically turned fairly intimate following. Opposing that, you thought him dancing with Teddy would be the cutest thing in the world so you didnât mean to tease too much.Â
âYeah, well I want to dance with my Ted. Maybe I donât want to dance with you.â He quipped with a bit of bite and a devilish smirk. Teddy giggled, bringing herself more upright to grab his face with her tiny hands again.
âAww that makes me sad. Please daddy.â You whined while you dramatically pouted at him. You had a short first dance planned but it was more of an intimate thing for the wedding day. The idea of your two favorite people sharing a dance as well was precious. He rolled his eyes and kissed you before returning his attention to your daughter.Â
You still had a bit of time before you boarded so you plopped Teddy on the ground with a piece of paper and some crayons to color. You leaned back and got comfortable. Trent moved over to the seat directly next to you on a couch. The cushion sank as he shifted closer. He moved his hand and placed his fingers under your chin to turn you to face him. He kissed your lips but was quick to pull away to lean down to Teddy to ask her what she was coloring. You frowned at him though wishing he gave you a longer kiss. He flicked his eyes back up to you and flashed you a smug grin with a wink.Â
âBaby bear, what are you drawing?â He asked Teddy, as she furiously scribbled with a blue crayon. Just a bunch of swirls and circley shapes.
âDoggies!â She told him very seriously focused on her paper. She stuck her tongue out into the corner of her mouth like Trent did when he concentrated. Trent hummed inspecting her work with a little laugh. A little while and a couple scribbles of dogs later, you needed to board.Â
âGood girl! Look how nicely you did! Can you pack up your crayons for me, Teddy girl?â You cooed getting your own things packed up. She very carefully put each crayon back in its original place. Trent stood above her patiently letting her do it as she liked. A very clear sign that she was maybe inheriting some of your predisposed organization. Trent gave you a smug grin and cheeky laugh seeing your daughterâs resemblance to you shine through.Â
âCan I give you a kiss, beautiful?â Trent asked, holding your hand on the tarmac before you boarded the plane. You giggled and squeezed his hand.Â
âYou donât have to ask.â You turned towards him, moving your lips towards his. He laughed and his smile almost made you stutter. It made even the gray cold summer weather in the summer in England feel like it was bright sun.Â
âI gotta ask, donât I? Consent is what good guys do, no? I want you to marry me in a couple days. Iâm trying to not mess up.â He cooed with a smirk. You shook your head.Â
âCan you just kiss me? Now Iâve been waiting too long.â You complained. He gave you a devastating grin. He pressed his lips to yours and you shut your eyes in bliss. You boarded the flight and settled in a seat with Teddy while Trent brought your carry ons aboard. You scrolled through your phone calendar before the plane took off. You flicked through your packed schedule for the next few days and then just jumped ahead for a little to check the exact date of when you needed to schedule your next nail appointment for ahead of your flight for your honeymoon and then the exact date that Trent was scheduled to leave for preseason. It was a little crazy that heâd be leaving for preseason as your husband, heâd be leaving you as his wife, it was just a little unfortunate that date was as soon as it was.Â
âYou know I heard there is going to be a very good looking boy at Liverpoolâs preseason this year.â You cooed cheekily, picking up your gaze from your phone and to Trent finally taking his seat.Â
âOh yeah?â Trent sent a smirk your way and your heart faltered but you were trying to flirt a little.Â
âI think his name is Trent Alexander-Arnold.â You giggled with a little smile as your lips turned at the corners looking back at him. âHeard heâs sexy, cute too.âÂ
âThatâs me, baby.â He laughed with a wink. âSorry to disappoint though but Iâm engaged, getting married in a few days as well.â You pouted at him and whispered a curse. âIâm all hers, most beautiful fiance.â He reflected your pout back to you. You giggled at how childish this whole conversation was. âNow can my beautiful fiance let me give her a kiss now?â He laughed with you. He took your cheek in his palm. You nodded to him, fixing your gaze on his eyes. He kissed you and it was perfection. You felt the world slow. Everytime his lips were on yours as dramatic as it sounds the world just melted away. He felt like heaven each and every time.Â
âDo you know where we are? Weâre where mummy used to live.â You cooed to a sleepy Teddy in the car from the airport to your apartment in Manhattan. She was fairly confused by your question. âWhen I was a little girl like you, Teddy bear. I didnât even know daddy yet.â You giggled smushing a kiss to her cheek.Â
âNo dada?â She asked you with her big eyes narrowing at you. You told her no. You were referring to your childhood but she didnât seem too interested if her dad wasnât involved. âWhy mama? Lub dada.â She gave you a disgruntled disapproving face. She didnât like the idea of you without Trent.
âI know. I love daddy as well. I just hadnât met him yet. Not until I was a big girl.â You cooed looking at her progressively more unhappy face in her car seat.Â
âDada best. Why mama?â She looked so angry at you. You couldnât believe how similar her angry scowl looked like Trentâs. You were trying to bite back the smile.Â
âI think heâs the best too. Thatâs why we had you, cute girl. Why are you mad at me right now?â You laughed, a little taken aback that she was so annoyed. Â
âTed, why are you mad at mummy?â Trent asked, trying not to laugh as well. He was smiling though. He brushed his thumb over her pout in an effort to wipe it off. It didnât work. She stayed steadfast.Â
âMy dada best!â She yelped moving towards Trent in her seat away from your direction. Your eyes widened that she was taking this so personally.Â
âTeddy, I couldnât have known dada. We lived in different countries. What do you want me to do? Iâve known him longer than you have!â You teased squeezing her arm. She scowled at you, incredibly offended by your remark.Â
âNo! Know dada long.â She rebutted very quickly with some real vigor.Â
âYeah but not as long as mummy has.â You cooed initially with some humor in your tone. Tears began to well though in her puppy dog eyes. âOkay, okay. Come here. Youâre right, baby. Youâve known daddy the longest, yeah? You and I love him the most. Daddyâs the best.â You pouted at Teddy helping her out of her car seat into your lap.Â
âDaddy is the best and mummy shouldâve met him earlier.â Trent quipped. Teddy let out a snarky âyeah.â Trent laughed giving her a gentle kiss on her identical pout. He wiped a few of her tears that had fallen.Â
âOkay⌠thatâs not helpful. Thank you, T.â You gave him a glare. Him fueling her anger at you for the impossible, not meeting her soon wasnât helping. When you finally arrived at your New York apartment, Teddy was fast asleep, her annoyance at you evaporated. Trent and you tried your best to be quiet and get her inside without waking her.
You had a few days before the first event to make sure everything was good to go and get a few beauty appointments sorted. One thing you really needed to get sorted was your raging desire to have sex again. You and Trent had foolishly decided you wouldnât fuck until your wedding day once you arrived in New York. Something you were seriously regretting the past few days. You didnât really pay much attention to just how often you had been having sex with him but not doing it⌠it had become very apparent just how frequently you did. It was the night before the welcome day, the day before your wedding, and you had reached a breaking point of horniness with Trent in bed.Â
âI donât want to sleep apart tomorrow.â You whined cuddling up to him under the covers. Â
âHow come baby?â Trent asked you quietly, pulling you into him more with a kiss to your temple. Â
âBecause I want your hands on me.â You muffled out digging your face into his neck. You pouted your lip pushing it against his warm skin. âT, pleassseee, just touch me.â You complained as you moved his hands for him from your sides to cheekily beneath your tiny pajama shorts. Â
âIâm not going to loose this.â He whispered teasingly, ghosting your lips with his. He moved closer to you his cold minty breath hitting you with a dervish handsome smile smirking back at you.Â
âI miss you baby.â You whined again hoping you could convince him if you made him feel bad enough for keeping himself from you for the past few days. Â
âIâve missed you too. Iâve been thinking about you a lot but I donât loose Iâm sorry, pretty girl.â Trent cooed. This wasnât even a game you decided this together but you knew Trent well enough that he wasnât going to break the pact you made and he wasnât going to let you otherwise you would have âfailedâ or âlostâ and thatâs just something he didnât want to do.
âI donât care, Iâll loose TâŚâ you moaned but Trent just shook his head at you. He wasnât going to loose by you giving up. âWhat have you been thinking about?â You asked in an attempt to shift his mindset to all the things youâve currently been thinking about and certainly missing.Â
âMmmm.â He hummed reminiscing. âBaby, just been thinking about tasting you, kissing your neck, eating you out, sliding inside you, and I know youâll say otherwise but playing with your ass.â He cheekily whispered in your ear. A shiver ran up your spine. Â
âPlease.â You whined in response shutting your eyes desperately wanting him to do anything with you right now. Yes, even that. Anything. âCome here, gimme a cuddle, baby. Alexander-Arnoldâs donât lose.â He cooed,kissing on your neck.Â
âT.â You pouted âI hate this.â You continued to complain. Being an Alexander-Arnold didnât sound like much fun at this very minute. You just wanted him to concede and fuck you.Â
âI know you do, pretty girl. You just want me to play with that pretty pussy.â He kept his voice hush, dragging his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, gliding over your smooth skin. Close but still incredibly far from where you wanted them.Â
âT, stopppp! Just get away from me then.â You huffed genuinely upset at your frantic state. You gave him a pouty face and tried to move away from him in the bed.Â
âNah, câmere. Just stay with me, youâll be okay, baby.â He cooed gently pulling you into him somehow in a non sexual way but in a very loving comforting manner. He kissed the top of your head. âSoon. Promise. Trust me, you wonât have to even ask.â He whispered. You nuzzled into him, pressing your pouty lips to his neck.Â
You had gotten ready in your apartment and gone for a lunch earlier in the day with all your family and friends to welcome them to Manhattan. It was the day before your wedding which seemed surreal that was the case. Your mum took Teddy for you and Trent after lunch. The two of you giggled drunk off champagne stumbling back into the hotel room you two had shared the first time you ever met. In a way you felt like it was your room. You knew it so well. You clung to Trent as he fumbled the key to open the door. You had bags dropped off for you both at the hotel earlier. What was driving you crazy was the you two wouldnât spend the night together ahead of the wedding. Needless to say you were glued to each other. It was rare spending nights apart when you didnât have to. Trent traveled so much that spending additional nights apart was awful and avoided at all costs.Â
âT⌠are you still hungry?â You giggled probably more buzzed than you realized from lunch. Calling it a lunch was a little bit of a stretch though, you hadnât gotten to eat all the much though because you were talking so much.Â
âHungry, thirsty, and very in love with you, baby.â He cooed. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms over your chest across you. You craned your neck to the side and kissed his covered shoulder.Â
âRoom service it is then because I need to get ready soon but Iâm not leaving your side.â You kissed him again and reached your arms behind your holding his body to his.Â
âUsual?â He asked and you smiled, liking the fact that you had a usual and the fact that he knew it. You hummed. He ordered you two cheeseburgers, fries, and champagne. It was a dream. You sat on top of the bed youâd sadly sleep in alone tonight with your head resting on his shoulder eating and drinking, kissing and talking. Eventually you got off the bed to get dressed. Your mum had organized a dinner tonight at The Plaza. You gave tonight to your her to host. It was probably more formal than your actual wedding the following day but youâd give it to her, more her vibe then yours. It was her dream for you, to throw this sort of ornate event. That said, fancy or casual, you were about to turn put a look your mum would kill you for. You and Winnie had found a dress Moda Operandi had carried by Nensi Dojaka that was entirely see through and it was gorgeous. It was âwhite sequinedâ as you described it to your mum which wasnât a lie, you just had chosen to send her the off model photo of the dress keeping the transparency element a secret until she saw you tonight. You slipped into a sheer sequined gown in the ensuite. You pulled it on and even though you could do it yourself you slinked back into the room while Trent buttoned his shirt.Â
âDo you mind zipping this for me?â You cheekily asked him excited to see his reaction to your very cheeky dress.Â
âOh my fucking ⌠oh my god. Are you serious right now? Baby⌠holy fuck. Come here.â His jaw stayed stack as he took your hand and held it above your head for you to spin around for him. When your back was to him mid twirl he groaned seeing your ass through the material in just a Miu Miu pair of underwear maybe shorts you werenât sure what youâd call them but they were intended to be seen.Â
âDo you like?â You giggled turning back around to him draping your arms over his shoulders. His eyes scanned you and Trent shook his head in disbelief. You let go and thanked him for zipping your dress and skipped back to the bathroom to put the finishing touches on your makeup.Â
âErm⌠where do you think youâre going wearing that? Jesus, baby, youâre not leaving my side tonight.â He cooed following you into the room. His hands were quick to find their way to your covered ass. âI hate being the one that just zipped this thing up. I really should be taking this off you. Honestly, thatâs all Iâm going to be thinking about tonight. You rolled your eyes with a blushing smile looking back at him through the mirror. âI know youâve probably had your outfit picked out for ages so donât feel inclined to switch anything up for me but I did get you a little somethingâŚâ He spoke quietly in your ear resting his chin on your shoulder.Â
âA little something like what, T?â You giggled fairly sure it would be something from Bergdorf Goodman. He snuck away from you and grabbed the all too familiar purple bag. You smiled a little bigger coming to see him with it.Â
âI know you wanted this for a little and couldnât find it but Iâll find anything for you, baby. Iâll do anything to make you happy, Iâll get you anything you want.â He cooed, handing you the bag. You took it from his hesitantly, not totally sure what it would be. You unboxed a Louis Vuitton bag youâd been hunting for for ages. It was a trunk style clutch in all white.Â
âT⌠thank you, baby. Iâll wear it tonight no question. I love it and I love you more.â You cooed placing the bag on the bed carefully before giving him a sweet kiss. As you gathered your stuff to head down to the party you looked at Trent inspecting himself in the mirror. âT⌠why did you talk to me on the corner, you know when we met?â You cooed curious for an answer, sort of shocked youâd never asked him outright before.Â
âWhat?â He looked at you through the full length mirror but turned around to look at you properly. âI mean, baby, looks aside.â He gestured to your figure currently as you clasped your heels on. âI liked how nervous you were about your confidence.â He smiled at you. Â
âYou liked that I was insecure?â You asked him in response with a furrowed brow. It seemed like an odd answer. It definitely wasnât the one you probably were expecting.Â
âNo, no.â He let out a breathy laugh. âI hated it, actually because it made no sense. I needed you to know how beautiful you were, you are, how smart you are. It was like you betrayed yourself by talking to me. You should be that confident but every time you said something you looked like you were shocked it came out of your mouth.â He kept his sweet smile as he walked towards you. He cupped your cheek and ran his thumb along your jawline. âI wanted to just make sure you knew how beautiful you are, inside, outside, and even if you didnât want to date me, see me again, which I wasnât keen on, you deserved to know that. You had me hooked from the jump, baby.â He cooed.Â
âI know you think I am.â You replied with a pouty smile thinking his reasoning was really tender. Â
âWeâre getting there right? How beautiful, you think you are?â He cooed gently knowing this conversation was entering dicey territory. Your opinion of yourself, your own beauty was something you were working on. You nodded shyly. âGood baby.â he winked at you and kissed your lips. You felt butterflies fill your stomach. It hadnât really sunk in yet that this man who took such good care of you, who really truly and deeply cared about your well being above everything else was going to be yours for the rest of your life.
You went to the party and were met with an eye roll from your mum, a squeal of excitement from Lauren, kisses from Teddy, and a few jokes from Marcel. It was a very fun night. It was the perfect way to kick things off. Your anxiety though was growing as the hours of the night ticked by and faded into the morning ones of your big day. You had a tearful goodnight and goodbye to Trent holding your baby girl. You were trying not to cry but both of you crying in front of Trent probably wouldnât have been a nice thing for him to deal with, not tonight. You managed and made your way back to the hotel room upstairs you two had shared for years. Instead of her crib you had Teddy cozied up to you cuddling in the big bed just wanted the comfort of her.Â
âMama, need dada.â Teddy cooed sleepily nuzzling her face into your cleavage not being able to fall asleep without him. You had said goodnight but not in the usual fashion. Typically Trent would call if he was away. That always made her more calm and settled. Â
âWhy baby? Mummyâs got you.â You told her quietly trying to reassure her everything was okay.
âLub mama.â Teddy humphed out but continued squirming against you unhappily.  Â
âYeah, I know.â You cooed gently. âWhy do you need daddy right now though?â You asked her brushing your hand over her head dragging her curls back.Â
âDada tect mama and teddy.â She whimpered out. You pouted at her. It was so cute.Â
âYeah, he does, he takes good care of us, right?â You looked at her adorably similar face to his, his eyes essentially reflecting back at you. It was a comfort you didnât know you needed.Â
âYeah huh, mama need.â She babbled back, cuddling into you more wrapping her arms around your neck.Â
âOkay, baby.â You hummed kissing the top of her head. You didnât want to call and break the rules you had agreed upon. You had said goodnight and that was supposed to be it before you saw each other for the actual ceremony but you werenât going to deprive Teddy of him. âWeâll text daddy. Okay? Send him a picture of us. Can you say cheese for me?â You smiled at her reaching for your phone. You took a selfie of you two tucked in bed and sent it to Trent with a message.  Â
âLittle teddy bear misses her daddy. Says he protects her and mama. Can we have our bedtime kiss please.â
Trent was quick to respond, thankfully as you were both definitely getting tired and you, very very nervous. He sent it along with a voice note with a âmwah!â And a photo of him and Teddyâs stuffed bear in bed.Â
âLove my baby bear and mummy so much. My beautiful girls. Sending you the biggest hugs and kisses. Get a good sleep for me.â Â
âDada where?â Teddy cooed as you left the party tonight. She was very confused why you had to say bye and split up.  âIâm gonna go have a sleepover with Celly and Ty. You, mama, and Win are gonna have one, okay?â He told her with a soft smile not trying to get into the logistics of pre wedding ceremony archaic traditions you werenât sure you even knew why you were doing. âWhy?â Teddy looked back at Trent devastated. Her big eyes filling quickly with tears. You told it was okay coddling her. âTake dada. No âlone.â She cooed with a terribly cute pout trying to hand Trent her stuffed bear. âAw thank you, baby. Okay, so IâllI get your beary and you get mama, thatâs a fair trade off.â Trent cooed taking the floppy stuffed bear. He kissed Teddyâs forehead with a âthank you.â
âLook whoâs already asleep with dada, Ted.â You cooed while showing her the phone after you read her the message.. Trent had tucked her little bear in the bed with him and folded the comforter over resting its head on the pillow beside him.  Â
âMama sleep?â Teddy asked quietly and tiredly seeing your eyes still open staring out the window looking out into the warm glow of the Manhattan night. Â
âSorry, baby. Iâm okay. Just thinking.â You smiled at her and gave her a kiss. Her brow furrowed, confused. Not sure what you meant so you figured if you were both awake you might as well explain. Truthfully, emotions were trashing around in your body. âYou know how when you're sad, dada makes it all better. Makes you happy?â You asked her setting up her reasoning and understanding. She nodded âWell dada does that for me too. Dada makes mummy not sad anymore.â Saying it out loud made you so sentimental. You started crying trying to fight back the lump forming in your throat. Trent would wipe Teddyâs tears if she was scared of a thunderstorm or if she scraped her knee but what heâd done for you was on another scale. He really pulled you out of a really bad place. It definitely was still lingering but the light he had brought into your life was like nothing you couldâve imagined.Â
âMama, no sad. Need dada?â Teddy asked you worried you were crying. She tried to wipe tears and it made your heart break. So much had happened it was so amazing youâd finally all be connected under one surname. Youâd be husband and wife with your little girl. It seemed mundane but it made such a difference to you. It was such a massive deal to you.Â
âIâve got you, Teddy bear. You make mama so happy, yeah?â You cooed with a sad smile kissing her sleepy pout. You pulled her tight to you and breathed her in. Your heart stilled in appreciation for what you and Trent had created. Trent and Teddy were your entire life. They meant everything to you. They really did make you happy and you couldnât ask for anything more.Â
âCome with me Mrs. Alexander Arnold!! Weâve got shit to do!â Winnie quietly squealed waking you up. Your mum in the other room shook her head at Winnieâs mouth.
âCan you cuddle with Win Win?â You cooed stroking your hand over a very sleepy Teddyâs head. She cuddled closer to you but you had to peel her off. You had to wake up extra early to begin the lengthy process of getting ready for arguably the biggest day of your life. You had a lymphatic drainage appointment first, followed by your nails, then your hair, and makeup,Â
âCâmere, Teddy girl, you and I are gonna go snooze a little longer, yeah?â Winnieâs cooed plopping herself on the bed and pulling Teddy over to her.
âAre you gonna look pretty like mama today?â One hairstylist asked Teddy as she did her hair. She giggled a yeah as she watched her carefully part her curls. Yourself, Winnie, Lauren, Teddy and your mum all were getting ready at The Plaza and taking a helicopter out to the location of your ceremony out east.Â
âI have a delivery!â Lauren cooed running into the room with a gift bag and a big thing of flowers.Â
âI wonder who itâs from!â Winnie teased sarcastically as if it could be from anyone else but Trent. You giggled, pausing getting your hair for a moment to see what he had sent along. You scooped Teddy off the ground and sat her on your lap.Â
âIs it from dada? Let's see what he sent to me and you, Teddy girl.â You cooed with a big smile pressing your cheek to hers. You unwrapped two jewelry boxes with dainty gold bracelets, one for each of you, Teddyâs much smaller for her wrist, with two small diamond A letters on it. You pouted as your hairstylist helped you clasp the fine bracelet. âAnd what will we say to daddy?â You asked Teddy inspecting her tiny wrist new adorn with a matching bracelet. Your eyes started to fill with tears. The morning was starting to get to you.Â
âTanks dada, lub most.â Teddy looked at you with her big brown eyes and a pout seeing you look so emotional. She tilted her head confused. Your mum came over and wiped under your eye with her thumb.Â
âNo tears after makeup is finished.â Your mum spoke softly. You knew it was coming from a good place but of course it had to be about keeping your appearance up. âIsnât that right, beautiful girl?â She cooed once more, shifting her focus to Teddy.Â
You stood on a slight pedestal in the middle of a grand room high up in the plaza as two stylist helped zip your wedding dress up.Â
âY/N⌠it's perfect.â Winnie crocked out starting to cry. Her bottom lip quivered as she tried to reel back in her tears. Teddy sat on her lap in a little dress. You werenât doing the traditional bridesmaids thing but both her and Lauren were in light pink looks. Winnie in an Alaia gown, Lauren in lace Alessandra Rich dress. You wanted it to be relaxed for everyone. High end and chic but casual materials for comfort. Not to mention it would create a moment for your dress to stand out that much more. Your dress was everything you wanted and more. You had originally found a dress in London but things changed quickly when you got word of the Oscar de La Renta column gown of your dreams was available. It was strapless not overtly white but had pearl embellishments in a scalloped pattern overlaying a sheer-ish silk fabric. It was classic but cheeky and you felt like it embodied you. When you felt the stylist zip it up you felt an odd sense of relief wash over you and your anxiety leave you, feeling more confident in your appearance than ever in this dress.
âWhat do you think?â You spun around with a childish grin with your arms raised for all the girls in the room to see it, you all done up for your wedding day. You had kind of run with the whole beach wedding theme choosing the scalloped pattern and pearl gown so you opted for a pair of drop pearl earrings with a hint of gold and Jimmy Choo satin sandal heels.
âMama pwincess!â Teddy squeal shuffling off Winnieâs lap and running to you. You leaned down to her and kissed her forehead.Â
âYeah? You think? What do you think dada will say?â You giggled really appreciating her compliment. Thatâs all you really wanted was for your daughter to think of you that way.Â
âDada say booful, mama!â She cooed happily swaying back and forth in front of you, anchoring herself to you by grabbing the dress. You thought your stylists were about to have an aneurysm watching her pull on the beading but you didnât care. You had a photographer with you all day capturing your morning which was surreal so after an hour or so of pictures you made your way to the west side to get the helicopter out to Montauk. Nerves beginning to rise once again. Lauren of course organizing champagne to be on board. Another thing organized was a little girl she had sent to Trent from you for that morning. She had somehow convinced you to do a photoshoot in the lingerie you had purchased to wear on your wedding night with him. She had gotten a bunch of them printed out and placed in glassine envelopes to sneak into his day. One in the interior pocket of his jacket. Another to find tucked under the dinner plate heâd eventually sit at, and a bunch of other sneaky places she could think of. Your favorite were probably the ones where you werenât even in the lingerie. They were spicy, still sweet but definitely sexy and just for your husband⌠and Lauren because she helped you narrow down your selections. (vibes 1, 2)
âWe begin our story in New Yorkâ was the sign at the entrance to the ceremony. You squeezed Winnieâs hand trying to not cry. Your dad met you outside Gurney's resort where all the guests had already arrived. Your mum, Winnie, and Lauren took Teddy and made their way to their seats. It was small and intimate but everyone important in your lives were there. Trent waiting anxiously for your arrival. His palms began to get clammy once he saw Teddy get plopped down in his mum's lap knowing very well that meant you were close to come walking down the aisle to him, into your marriage, into the next phase of your life.
Falling for Trent had been unexpected. You felt like your life had been a labyrinth before you ran into him on 78th Street. It was endless turns and dead ends until you found him. This unbelievably handsome, talented, intelligent, loving, man who treated you the way you deserved to be treated. He treated you like an absolute angel. When you saw him outside your apartment building for your first date you could feel your heart calm, when he held you months later a in the tunnel at Anfield, when he told you he loved you, when you moved in together, when you got pregnant, during all of these unbelievably exciting things you got to enjoy then each with the calmest of hearts, so sure he would always take care of you. He made you feel so special, so important. Out of all the amazing, incredibly important people Trent knew from around the world, he always made sure that you knew you mattered too. That you were supposed to be anywhere so purposefully. Heâd squeeze your hand and your body would calm once again.
âIt will be the best day of your life. Have faith.â Your dad cooed in your ear like he always did, telling you to trust and 'have faith.' Your dad stood with you before the aisle. You could feel yourself shaking. He wrapped his arm around you still holding your hand with the other. âI love you, Y/N. Iâm so proud of you. Iâm so honored I get to be a part of your day with Trent. Unbelievably happy that you found someone that returns all the love and joy you bring into everyone elseâs lives.â He spoke softly and you began to tear. He wiped under your eyes and kissed your temple. You had a floaty feeling lingering all day but one of true comfort engulfed you with his reassurance. You stepped out into the aisle and shut your eyes gently for a moment taking a deep breath. Trent looked at you with a confident gaze at first. There was a tinge of nerves behind his eyes but his perfect pout fell into a soft comforting smile. He licked his lips in the way that he always did. You remember being awestruck by the way he looked in person the first time you met him, the way his skin gleamed in the golden sunlight the same way it did right now. It wasnât surprising but it was more so just amazing how his looks had such an intoxicating effect on you, your wedding day was no exception.
'You needed more of him. He was intoxicating, he felt like you took a shot of liquor. You felt light headed, the world blurred around you, giggling to yourself at the feeling in your chest. What the hell was wrong with you. '
Walking down the aisle was a blur, literally and figuratively. Your eyes were filled with tears glazing over them but also the feeling walking down the floral pathway (vibes). You could smell the flowers and the salty air, you could feel the slight breeze coming off the water hitting your skin warmed by the beating sunâs rays, but you couldnât really make anything else out but Trent at the end of it all, the bright devilishly handsome smile beaming back at you.Trentâs heart was thumping against his rib cage. Nostalgia rushing through him as he remembered the first time he saw you. You looked different today though in the best way possible. You looked older but in a mature more beautiful way. You looked less nervous but in a confident more beautiful way. You looked ethereal as your veil cascaded around you. The sunlight reflecting off the ocean water onto your skin through the cathedral length tulle around you. He definitely didnât see it off the jump. He was focused on your stunning bronzy natural beachy made up face but the veil was embroidered with the date of your ceremony and a cheeky âTilâ Death Due Us Part - TAA.â You were a vision, an angel on earth, and the love of his life. Your dress reflected and shined, it wasnât anything like Trent was expecting. It was far better than anything he couldâve imagined. He mouthed an âYou look beautifulâ with his waterline filling with tears. You responded with a pouty âI love you.â You said your vows and in a way it felt like you could sense a shift, like there was a change in you that felt more at ease. It wasnât a valid or genuine worry Trent would leave you but you were insecure and in some way, the fact that you were stood with him in front of your family and friends declaring your love, committing your life to one another was such a relief to you. It was like you could feel the anxiety draining from your body. You kept things fairly simple at the ceremony. You were stood on the very edge of a grassy cliff at the resort overlooking the water. You had filled the area with summer floral arrangements, bunches of green hydrangeas, coral delphiniums, pink dahlias and yellow ranunculuses. You loved the contrast of your ornate dress with the relaxed environment. You had convinced Trent to wear a double breasted light tan linen suit from Brunello Cucinelli with a white button down. He looked delicious and just perfect. You held his hands across from you bitting the inside of your lip trying not to cry as you said your vows. You didnât read any personal sentiments aloud because you knew neither of you would be able to get through them without balling. You had written them and planned to share them with each other on your own time but they were just for you two to share. You whispered back and forth something you had placed in both your vows, a rendered snippet from Beethoven's letter âImmortal Belovedâ and while it sounds pretentious it was just something you had once read aloud to Trent once on a plane. It stuck and you often said it to each other.
âForever yours.â You quietly spoke just to Trent before the anticipated moment to seal your marriage with a kiss when prompted by the officiant.Â
âForever mine.â He responded the next line in a whisper.Â
âForever ours.â You whispered ghosting your lips over his leaning in a little closer. Trent moved in and you sunk into his pillow lips. It was paradise on earth. Nothing would ever be better than kissing⌠your husband. It was affectionate, sweet and sincere, long enough that your photographer had a chance to get the best photo and the officiant to step out of the way. You turned around to look at all your family and friends, plenty of tears being shed in their seats. Teddy was sitting more quietly than you couldâve hoped on Dianneâs lap in the front row of seats clapping along with everyone else.
âCâmere, baby bear.â Trent cooed, picking up Teddy in his arms. He grabbed for your hand again, kissing your lips once more. âHappy for mummy and daddy?â He asked Teddy quietly in her ear. She nodded then reached out for your attention. You cupped her cheek and rubbed your nose against hers.Â
âYou, me, and daddy forever, okay?â You whispered to her before kissing her lips. She giggled in Trentâs arms as you processed down the aisle as The Alexander - Arnoldâs. You spent a good amount of time, maybe an hour or so taking photos just the three of you before your reception. Tears welled up in your eyes as you poorly tried to blink them away seeing photos being taken of just Trent and Teddy. They were your whole world but they were also so strikingly beautiful. Your bottom lip rolled into a pout looking on. You didnât have to say anything Trent could read you like a book. You watched him whisper something to Teddy. He placed her on the grass and she ran to you with giggles.
âMama! Mama!â She squealed. You bent down the best you could to her level, slightly restricted in your dress. âPiture with dada and Teddy.â She grabbed at your hand and pulled you. âDada say pretty like mama.â She stopped the tug of your arm to twirl a little in front of you showing you her own dress she was absolutely loving being in.Â
âYeah, my most beautiful girl. Mummy and Daddyâs pretty girl.â You pulled her back into you to kiss her lips and then let her run back to Trent as you followed in her wake. You had put Teddy in a fun Gucci dress. It was summer in Montauk, you didnât want her to be uncomfortable or give her any space to be upset or complain so you had found a really fun marine motif printed smock pleated dress in creams, blues, and pinks. She really liked twirling about in it and asking everyone she could if they had seen the âfwishâ on it which was adorable of course. Her hair brushed tight and slicked into a bun with a few ringlets escaping.Â
Your guests found their way and funneled over to the back garden overlooking the sea at your parentâs estate. You had one long table scape for all your guests for the dinner portion that lined and ran directly along the edge of the property next to the waterâs edge. It had the same wildflower arrangements like those from the ceremony on the tableâs runner. It was earthy and calm, natural and relaxed but of course you needed to change looks for the reception. You werenât going to wear just one dress on your big day. You switched into a Tom Ford crochet knit dress. It was more laid back. Although it definitely didnât feel all that relaxed to Trent.
âYou need to stop looking so good or Iâm going to have to make you leave our own wedding.â Tried cheekily cooed wrapping his arms low around your waist pulling your body flush against his. âYouâve been teasing me all day. Those sneaky pictures were unfair, baby. Canât see my wife looking like that and expect me to behave.â He whispered closer to your ear.
âT⌠I am counting down the minutes until you take me out of the dress.â You giggled whispering back to him. âYou didnât like the photos? I thought my husband would want to see me like that only for him.â You sarcastically joked quietly to him. He hummed with some distain kissing your temple. You were in fact dreaming of Trent peeling your dress off, you wanted to rile him up with all the seductive photos you had left for him. You were desperate to get back into bed with him but for now you had your wedding to celebrate. You sat in a chair next to Trent with Teddy on your knee as Winnie got up to speak. Youâd be lying if you werenât a little nervous for what she was going to say. She introduced herself and began, your heart racing.
âErm⌠growing up with Y/N was a mixed bag. She was and is my best friend but constantly being compared to the most perfect person on earth gets old quick but I imagine Marce and Ty can relate and know that feeling quite well with T. Itâs one of the many many reasons there are no two people more suited. Never have two more perfect people been paired together. The envy you evoke from the entire world is completely merited and we all hate.. I mean love you for it.Â
"To the Alexander- Arnold boys, you are getting the best sister in the world. Somethings I know youâve gotten a chance to come to know like you will always have the most fun and a good laugh, you will never have a bad cocktail I promise, you will always get great advise, although Iâve heard Tyler gives Y/N a run for her money in that department, and the best closet in the world to âborrowâ from but maybe that last bit doesnât really apply to either of you, nevertheless she is the best sister in the world. You are inheriting one of the biggest blessings and joys of my life being related to Y/NâŚâ Winnie continued rambling on for a little while before beginning to tell a story she wanted to share. âIf you know Y/N, and Iâm assuming you all do, sheâs the bride.â She joked and you shook your head. â Y/N is fairly synonymous with her best friend Lauren. They traveled a lot together and Iâm not sure they every really knew where they were, I could frankly never keep up but what I did begin to notice was that a few years ago when Y/N was in England, I saw that Lauren was in Spain, when Lauren was in Amsterdam, Y/N was in England, and then oddly enough when Lauren was in Paris⌠Y/N was still in England. To pull them apart, it had to be something good and to be fair, I think it was.â She looked at you with a cheeky grin as you hid behind your hands embarrassed. âI just wish you had told me what was keeping you in England earlier. So in retaliation for keeping your relationship so secretive in the beginning Iâm going to embarrass you but itâs my job and you shouldâve known this would come up at some point, sorry.â She giggled, raising her glass to you. You shook your head with a shy grin waiting apprehensively for her to say whatever it was going to be for her to embarrass you. âI remember my jaw just about dropping through the floor into the apartment below mine when Y/N finally admitted she was seeing someone and that was why she was still in England. I figured as much but itâd be fair to say it definitely wasnât what I was expecting. I once received a text from Y/N when she and my dad had gone to Liverpool for a match a few years prior. She sent me a cheeky picture of the man next to her right now⌠Yes, I have it here.â Winnie spoke and held up her phone. âThank you, Apple for saving this as well as unearthing a lot of my embarrassing drunk texts sent in the process but I will read Y/Nâs text aloud for you all. âI am obsessed with this boy's face.â She sent me his instagram beneath the text to which I responded âwow, are you with him?ââ Winnie gestured to you. âY/N was quick to reply âAre you..â Please close Teddy girlâs ears, your mum curses in the next sentence. âAre you fucking insane? Did you look at his instagram he plays for the club. No Iâm not with him! Iâd have nothing to say!!!â Well I think you were wrong because evidently you have had plenty to say. She then sent me a photo of Trent on the pitch, just doing his job, unaware his eventual wife was in the stadium. I will skip a more crude text she had also sent.â Winnie laughed and you mouthed an âoh my godâ tucking your face in Trentâs neck.
âT, if you want to read, I will show you. Mum, dad, Alexander-Arnold family, I will spare you from it but moving on⌠I, the smart girl that I am said âwow, maybe youâll get married, get dad season tickets.â Joking of course, but coming away with the relationship you and Trent have built and the love you share is much more lucrative and valuable than any match ticket, although I know dad has been thrilled with your choice of person to fall for. To be honest, as a younger sister it was hard for me to wrap my head around Y/N moving to a new country selfishly. I had eventually met Trent a little further into the relationship and he was everything and more. T, truly you are one of my favorite people in the world, we always have a good time, youâre a terrible loser, but the best man for Y/N and an amazing father as well.I really couldnât build a more ideal man for Y/N and I know she agrees with me. Something I know about Y/N is that she isnât one for the spotlight but it seems to find her, I mean.. have you seen her? Regardless, I was hesitant about the whole relationship. I was scared of the lifestyle, I was scared that sheâd be overlooked and under-appreciated I won't lie but there was a turning point for me that I just wanted to share quickly. Trent was visiting our house here and I heard them in the kitchen late one night. As the younger sibling I had a responsibility to eavesdrop so I listened to Trent call her an angel and I felt like he, someone, finally really understood just how amazing she is. Trent, thank you for taking care of my sister and of course my cutie niece. She is an angel and all I ask in this marriage is that you never forget or never take for granted what an angel she is.â You werenât able to hold in your tears back anymore. Hearing Winnie begin to sniffle between her words tipped you over the edge. You kissed Teddyâs head trying not to just entirely burst into a fit. Winnie carried on a little longer with a few more jokes and well wishes. You had cut a simple sheet cake that just had the same âTill Death Do Us Partâ again written atop it. Your mum hated it and you adored it. The night carried on and you had the best time of your life and you were adamant about staying in the moment but you were simultaneously eager for the night to be over so you could go home with Trent, it had been far too long. You enjoyed the night partying with family and friends, Winnie was glued to Jadon, Lauren to Jude and while you were dying to hear about it all youâd have to settle to ask about them another day. As the night dwindled down you had one thing in your mind and one thing only. Your mum had taken Teddy and you were left with Trent giggling your way through the door of your room.Â
âWhere are you going, beautiful.â Trent asked as you let go of him and scampered off into the bathroom. You giggled and shut the door into the ensuite. He wasnât sure what you were doing but you knew thatâd heâd like what you were doing. You slinked off your crochet dress and slipped into white lingerie that would make any man drool, right now, youâd hope itâd have that effect on your man.Â
âFor my husband.â You cooed opening the door standing in its frame illuminated by the warm bathroom light. Trentâs jaw slacked just the way you had wanted it to.Â
âI am the luckiest man in the whole world. Holy fuck. Câmere baby.â He grinned at you. He stood up off the edge of the bed, taking both of your hands before he pulled you towards him. He sat you on the bed and leaned you backwards crawling over you. Things moved simultaneously slow and fast all at once. Before you knew it he had worked kisses down from your neck to in between your legs.Â
âT, oh my god baby I missed you so much.â You breathed unsteadily as he kissed the inside of your thighs before he dove nose deep into your pussy eating you out like a starved animal after your days of no sex. He was eating you out messily and you were in heaven. Â
âFuck, baby. I needed this. I needed you.â He muffled out, his hot breath hitting against your wet folds covered with your juices and his spit. He played mercilessly with your pulsating clit. He was slurping you clean. Your legs were spread open for him as you gripped his hair pulling him further into you, shoving his face closer against you. The noise of it all was impossibly lewd. His plump lips latching on to your arousal. He had the cheekiest smile as he worked away, keeping his eyes flicked up to watch your face scrunch in pleasure. He dragged his tongue from your clit through your folds before he dove into your entrance, keeping his nose rubbing up and down against the sensitive nub. âTaste so fucking good, baby.âÂ
âPlease, T! Right there, oh my god.â You whined, your thighs beginning to shake. The sound of your cries making Trent grow painfully hard. He groaned into your pussy and the vibrations made you throb even more. His lips were drenched with your westness, it ran down his chin and he was loving every second of it, and to no surprise, obviously you were too. He pulled away momentarily and spit directly on your pussy, you were so sensitive even the feeling of it running down you had you whining more. You could feel your back arch involuntarily off the bed. His tongue continued to swiftly maneuver against your opening. You were so wet Trent probably could probably drown between your legs. Swiftly you felt your first orgasm of the night crash over you. He hummed kissing your sensitive clit once more pulling away with a smug grin loving the fucked out expression on your face you couldnât wipe if you tried. He worked kisses back up your body and each one lit your skin on fire. He dragged his two fingers through your folds before brining them up for you.Â
âOpen fâme, baby.â Trent whispered still working his kisses up you now at your neck as he brought his fingers covered in your juices and slipped them in between your lips. You moaned, swirling your tongue around his fingers sucking them like you would his cock. âSuch a good girl.â He cooed removing them before he sloppily kissed you in between desperate breaths. He climbed over you once more and removed the last bit of your lingerie. âI really loved this, baby but I need to see more of you, this fucking body.â He cooed, beginning to pump his hardening cock in his hand dragging it through your wet folds. Â
âT, I need you inside me. Please. I want you to fuck me. I want to take all of you. Make me take you.â You begged him desperate to feel his size stretch you out again.
âI got you, baby.â He whispered, guiding his length inside of you beginning slow languid strokes. You rolled your hips up into him. He groaned feeling your hands drop from around his neck to drag your nails down his back. He looked down at you with his big mahogany eyes filled with love and laced with lust. You both moaned simultaneously as the sounds of your wet pussy squelched with every thrust stretching you out, hitting deeper and deeper. Trent bit his plump lip watching you take him. You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly pulling his body down into yours. Your foot dragged down his back. He kissed you and then pulled away with a devastatingly gorgeous smile. âYouâre so perfect. So fucking beautiful.â He cooed. Trent really believed that heâd never laid eyes on anyone more beautiful than you. âGod, just want to marry you all over again, want to get you pregnant again, make more babies that have the most beautiful mummy in the world.âÂ
âT. I want that. Youâre so fucking amazing. I want everything with you. I want you. I want more of you, baby. I love you so much.â You babled frantically losing your breath as he pushed your knees higher up towards your chest. His eyes flicked down at your tits as they bounced from the force of his thrusts. You moaned feeling him find that spot, the spot, the one only he knew. He dropped his head into your boobs, stuffing his face between them. Your breath hitched when you felt him drag his tongue over your nipples before latching his lips to one and then the other after. Your bodies were made for one another and you could feel that sync in pleasure. Trent propped himself up above you to watch his length glide in and out, a white ring forming around the base of his cock. Itâd been hours of you sprawled for him.Â
âI love you so much. Youâre made for me. Perfect for me. I missed this so much. Fuck you feel so good.â Trent grunted, continuing his pace, lifting your one leg over his shoulder to pound into you deeper. His thrusts growing slightly sloppier.Â
âFuck me, baby. Donât stop. Please.â You whined. Nothing could ever compare to this. Your chest heaving in and out beneath him. You looked up at him and it felt like with every thrust the more and more you fell in love with him, and the closer and closer you were getting to another orgasm.Â
âI promise you, beautiful I will never stop fucking you for the rest of my life.â He cooed. His eyes had a glimmer in them that made your heart flutter. You were so in love with him. He was just so pretty and right now, very sexy. The way his perfect pout was slightly agape, the way his brow creased from the pleasure from fucking you was gorgeous. Only you could make him feel like this, only your pussy. Your body was made for his pleasure. Your jaw slacked when he picked up your other leg and had both held up against his shoulders. His cock pushed so deep you could see it bulge in your stomach. He leaned forwards and kissed you. âI want to get you pregnant again, baby. Fill you up so good.â He bit your lip and pulled it.Â
âT, please. I need you. Cum inside me. I want I do bad. Get me pregnant again.â You begged getting wetter by the second remembering the feeling what his release inside you felt like. Trent continued to rock into your sopping wet pussy. He was so rough and yet so gentle at the same time. He brushed a piece of your hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear.Â
âGoing to give you everything you ever want, baby.â He smiled at you, his dimples indenting in his cheeks. You reached up and cupped his face. Your eyes shut in pleasure. âLook at me, beautiful. Right here, yeah?â He asked as he continuously hit the spot he knew you loved and he could see it on your face. You opened your eyes just enough to see his smug grin. âThatâs it right? This spot. You love this, baby.â The pleasure was insatiable, it was so good.Â
âYeah, T. Yeah, please. You feel so good. Right there.â You whimpered out nodding desperately pulling him down for another kiss. He kissed you back passionately but you pulled away slightly. âT, baby. Iâm going to cum. Feels so fucking good.â You whined as tears began to fill your eyes. âI love you so much.â You pouted up at him.Â
âI know, pretty girl. Doing so good fâme.â He cooed gently, taking your hand off his face and lacing it with his and pinning it above your head. Your pussy tightened around his cock and you began to kiss his neck, nibbling and biting on his most sensitive areas. You bit down towards his collarbone when he thrusted particularly harshly into you. Your back arched up more pushing your body further into his. Every movement you made had Trent doing everything in his power to not cum. He couldnât wait to fill you up but this felt too good to stop. Â
âT⌠Iâm cumming. I canât. Oh my god, fuck!â You cried out. He collapsed further into you, his thrusts becoming more and more sloppy. You were moving in complete harmony and he couldnât hold out any longer.Â
âI gotta cum baby, gonna fill you up. Get you pregnant. Fuck you feel good.â His brow furrowed as he dropped his hands to your hips with a harsh grip as he thrusted into you again and again with more precision. âMake a mess, baby. Go ahead, beautiful. Cum fâme.â He grunted and you moaned as waves and waves of white hot pleasure coursed through you. He began to slow his pace. You wrapped your hands around his strong biceps, your nails leaving crescent marks in his skin as you pulled him into you more. You whined feeling yourself drip down the inside of your thighs. A puddle beneath you. You were following instructions, you were definitely making a mess on his cock. He held your hips tighter and he groaned as he pumped his hot white cum inside of you. It continued to ooze out with his slow thrusts.Â
âYouâre perfect.â You panted out half way delirious not even sure where you were but very sure whose you were. His. His forever.Â
âThis is the best day of my life.â He rolled over to your side and pulled you into him drowsily. His chest rose and fell as you moved tighter to him unable to keep away. Velvety ropes of him spilled out of your pussy. You wrapped your arms around his neck. âGood girl.â He whispered, kissing your forehead.Â
âI⌠I love you so much T, baby.â You stuttered out barely able to form words. He hushed you pulling you into his slick warm skin. He peppered kisses all over you letting your body calm in his arms.Â
âI love you so much, Mrs. Alexander Arnold.â He hummed with a smile seeing your pouty face, fucked out of your mind. You could barely keep your eyes open from the orgasmic haze you were currently in. He nuzzled his face into your hair and breathed you in. Waves and waves of comfort rushed through him from your scent alone. âMy angel baby. Youâre so beautiful. God, the most beautiful mummy, the most beautiful wife.â He cooed as his one hand gingerly and playfully toyed with the new stack of wedding ringers on your finger.Â
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Be a Gladiolus in a Field of Belldonnas pt11
Underneath the Electric Sakura Petals
(Summary): After narrowly evading the Natlan army you make your way to Inazuma, all the while your doppelganger is tearing Snezhnaya apart
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⧠Masterlist â§
(Characters): Tsarita, Piero, Arlecchino, Childe, traveler!Lumine, abyss Prince!Aether, Paimon, and Yae
(Tags/Warnings): gn!reader, foul language possible ooc, someone gets choked out (not reader), Aether and Childe being catty towards each other (they almost fight), (lmk if I missed anything)
(Word Count): 1.7k
âItalicsâ = Non human speaking
âDamnit!â An expensive vase is thrown at the wall and shatters once it makes contact with the wall. âLook again!â Shrieked your Doppelganger making the poor soldier shrink back before running off to search for you
They card their fingers through their hair and the more keen eyes could see that the imposter slightly tug at their hair
âWhere are they?!â They turn towards the tall blonde woman
âI do not know who you are referring to.â The Tsarita stated coldly
âYou know who Iâm referring to.â Your doppelganger snarled as they stormed towards the cryo archon but stop when Piero steps in between the two
âI would suggest you control yourself before you cause more of a scene.â
A scowl forms on the doubleâs face but they stop as if something or someone is telling them something, their hands find their way to the large orange pendant. The unusual stone catches the eye of Pantalone, he watches the crook impersonating his creator with interest, mainly their gem. Instantly noticing how the pendant shines bright an abnormal amount unlike any precious gem he has come across.
A twisted smirk quickly replaces the scowl on your doppelgangerâs face. âYou know, Iâm feeling awfully generous today. But I swear if I find out that you were harboring them, your beloved land will go up in flames.â They look up at Piero who hides the utter hatred and disgust under a stoic expression, but let the mask slip a bit when he hears the imposterâs next words âI will not hesitate to do it again.â
With a simper turn away from the Tsarita and her Harbingers and slams open the large doors.
The doors close with a loud bang and after a few moments of an intense silence the Tsarita finally turned towards the Harbingers, her usual ice cold expression now is replaced with one of panic
âMobilize each and every one of your forces! We need to find their Grace as soon as possible, before that snake gets them!â The Tsarita announced, a level of urgency present in her voice.
The Harbingers bowed and make their way out of the meeting hall
The sound of heels rapidly clicking on the floor fill the halls as Arlecchino makes her way through the corridor
âLady! Lady Arlecchino!â A voice shouted out from behind her. âThank the archons Iâve found-â
Sharp nails dig into the delicate skin of the poor agentâs neck as he is slammed into the nearest wall, sure that a rib was broken from due to the impact
âOut of uniform and improper manners, you better have a good excuse for this.â Arlecchino said as she squeezed the agentâs neck
âIt-itâs regarding their⌠GraceâŚâŚâ At the mention of your title this causes her to loosen her grip on Alexeiâs neck
âTalk.â
âI ran into them as they were fleeing, they swapped my for theirs so they couldnât easily be seen. Their Grace wanted me to tell you, theyâre with Lord Tartailga and the traveler⌠they said they needed to leave until the suspicion dies down.â
Arlecchino releases the agent which causes him to fall onto the floor and clutch his neck, this causes him to break out into a coughing fit.
Arlecchino makes her way back to the Tsarita to alert her on the new information
âAre you sure itâs really a good idea for me to step foot here?â You asked as you walked up the steps to the Grand Narukami Shrine. The sun long had set, the moon high in the sky and in its constant full phase, and the normally busy streets are empty with only the sounds of cicadas replacing them
âDonât worry, with that little spell our Prince put on you and the fact that Ei is in her head again, youâre safe from detection.â Yae explained
You wanted to voice your worries but pushed them down. Gradually you finally reached the top of the shrine and walk towards the Sacred Sakura. You noticed the twins and Childe would periodically look around to see if someone is around all the while Yae confidently strides forward until all of you make it in front of the tree
The Sacred Sakura looked more majestic in person compared to seeing it behind your screen. You almost forgot what youâre supposed to do until Yae subtly clears her throat. You placed your hands on the bark and concentrated on resonating with the tree
A sensation similar to the static shock you get when touching an item that has a built up charge, but instead of feeling the urge to jolt away you find yourself leaning into the sensation. After what felt like a few minutes the static stopped coursing through your body and you take your hands away.
You turn to see your companions talking to you but only your mind could focus on sounds coming up from above. The chirping of the birds flying around becomes a lot more pronounced. No longer falling into the background and sounding more like indistinguishable voices, the type that one would hear in when entering a semi crowded restaurant. You put your hands next to your ears and focus on the sounds coming from above you. As you focus more the chirps slowly become distinct and transition into muffled words until
âTheyâre here! Their Grace is here!â
âCan they hear us. I want to talk to them so bad!â
âTheyâre looking at us, could they hear us?â
âI think they can understand us!â
You hold up your hand and watched as multiple birds fly towards you, almost racing to get to you first. However you ended up with birds perched on both arms
âWeâre so happy to see you.â One bird spoke
âAre you okay, we heard that the fraud is looking for you.â Another bird explained
âIf you need us, then weâll help you anyway we can!â A third spoke, their constant bombardment quickly overwhelmed you as you tried to discern what theyâre saying
âWhoa whoa whoa, just like people I need you little guys to talk to me one at a time. I get that youâre all happy to see me but Iâm a bit when you all talk at the same time overwhelmed.â You gently explained to the birds and saw them look at each other almost as if they were silently communicating with each other
âPaimonâs confused, whatâs happening?â The floating girl said as she put her hand on her head trying to figure out whatâs happening before her
âThe Ley Lines contain the memories of Teyvat and thus the more they resonate with them their Grace is able to retrieve their old powers back.â Aether explained
âHmm, why not just go to that giant tree in Sumeru I heard them mention before just to get it over with?â Childe asked
âThat would bring more harm than good to their Grace, they need to slowly integrate themselves with Ley Lines before resonating with Irminsul!â The blond prince glared at the Harbinger
âWhoa! Itâs just a suggestion!â Childe hissed back
âYour âsuggestionâ is dumb at best and dangerous at worst. I wonât tolerate anyone afflicting harm upon their Grace.â
âI have never said anything that would imply that, but the opposite. I risked my life for their safety and am an actual vessel instead of being some guy who they barely know!â Childe growled as she stalked towards Aether, both ready to summon their weapons and settle things right then and there
Before the swords could materialize in their hands a violent spark of electricity shocks the two and bring their attention to Guji
âGentlemen, remember where you are.â Yae warned as static filled the air, causing your hair to slightly rise up. The two men stepped away from each other, Yae cleared her throat and turned towards you. âWell now that thatâs settled, why not test out your new powers.â
âUh, yeah itâs best to see if you got any electro powers. Lumine said desperately trying to dissipate the tension that still lingers between the two
You looked around for the perfect target until your eyes fell on some sakura blooms. Sparks of electro form around your forearm, raising your hand up you threw a small wave of electro towards the petals. The blossoms sparks before condensing into its harvestable form
âYahoo! â Paimon cheered
âPerfect. Now that you resonated with the Sacred Sakura do you have any thoughts of where youâre going to next?â Yae questioned
âI think that Mondstadt is our best option due to the fact that their forces are reduced in half because of Varka and his expedition.â You explained your answer without bringing up any of the imposter au fanfics you read before being transported to Teyvat, thankfully a good portion of them are helping you through this process
âYouâre right, that is our best bet, I donât think Iâm ready to face the Millelith or the Adepti.â Paimon said
âYou say as if youâre the one fighting them.â Lumine retorts giving the fairy the side eye
âWith that taking the waverider makes the most sense.â Aether concludes and you and Lumine agree
You and company make the long trek to the waypoint all the way up north on Araumi, all the way making sure to avoid all ruin machines. Thankfully normally aggressive creatures like Hilichurls were pretty passive and let you go through without any issues, even the camps that has Fatui let you past once Childe explained the situation. When you all reached the waverider waypoint Lumine summoned the boat, you get ready to enter the vehicle but turned towards Yae after noticing her not moving from her spot
âThis is as far as I can accompany you, but take this.â Yae said as she handed you a charm, âThis will help you on your journey, wherever you are in Teyvat if you ever need me just use it.â you looked at your hand to see itâs an omamori amulet. It looks exactly like the one she gave Lumine during the Inazuma Archon quest with the exception of the characters on the paper slip being different and written in a gold ink that shimmers in the light
You hold the amulet to your chest and smiled. âThank you Yae, once this all blows over I would love to properly visit this place.â
âGive us some time and all of Inazuma will throw you an appropriate celebration for you, your Grace.â
You waved at Miko as you entered the boat, the Guji watched as the waverider disappeared into the distance
âSafe travels, your Grace.â
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Lines Blurred || Satoru Gojo
â synopsis: Heartbroken after dating âthe boy of your dreamsâ youâre looking towards living a new life, one with new people and possibly new experiences, except the light hearted fun you hoped for became something stronger than that
â warnings/content: smut, fluff, tiiiny bit of angst, fingering, oral (both receiving), p in v, fwb, pet names, college!au
â a/n: this is my first ever fic!! english is not my first language, so please excuse any faulty grammar. please lmk if you have any suggestions or comments, theyâd help a lot â¤ď¸
â part 2 here
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It had been 3 months since your last relationship ended. You dated one of your closest friends, and tauntingly enough, he was also in your friend group. Having spent your summer heartbroken and trying to move past things, if you were certain of anything it was that you wanted to spend the least amount of time in his presence, something near impossible if you also wanted to be around your friend group, therefore, you decided it was time for a change.
You had been friends with Shoko for a while, but didnât really know her friends nor hung around her much, and seeing how she got you through your heart ache you decided itâd be a good idea to stick to her.
đŹ Shoko â¤ď¸: you comin w us for lunch?
đŹ You: sure thing!
You were nervous. Geto seemed so hard to read, you wondered if heâd be annoyed by your presence, and you didnât know Gojo at all. Would they like you? Would they make you wish you were back with your other friends? Would they welcome you like Shoko did?
All your questions suddenly coming to a stop when you felt someone bump into you.
âMy bad! I got caught up playing ball over there, please let me know if I hurt you,â said an energetic but apologetic voice. As you turned to look at the speaker, you noticed you were met with his chest instead, and looking up at him, you realized it was none other than Satoru Gojo.
âNo worries! You just caught me off guard, but Iâm good,â you said reassuringly.
âWait! Arenât you Shokoâs friend? What was it,â he hesitated, then said âY/l/n, right?â
Surprised he knew about you at all, you unknowingly smiled at his recognition. âYes, thatâs me!â
âI remember her talking about you,â he smiled, âshe said you were going through it. Is that true? Are you feeling better now?â
Embarrassment ran through you. As your cheeks turned pinker than usual, you scratched your head and replied âyes, thatâs true. Luckily, Iâm doing better, but as youâve probably heard Iâll be hanging with you guys for now. I hope we can get acquainted soon!â
âSure we will, see ya around Y/l/n!â He said as he ran off back into the field to play once again.
You didnât know it yet, but in no time Gojo would be your door to a new world.
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One month had passed, and Gojo was more than just your friend. It had started innocently enough, sending each other dumb reels, sharing snacks, and even studying together.
You found yourself enjoying your conversations with him more than you enjoyed anyone elseâs. He was really easy to talk to, and was always there to lift you up and make you smile whenever you felt down. His easygoing nature making you feel at ease with him, something you realized you were missing more than you originally thought.
It was no secret that he was very attractive, his beautiful blue eyes every girl seemed to fall for surely had similar effects on you. His cocky confidence made him even more likable to you, was there anything this man couldnât do? His build was also very attractive, not too muscular but still built enough to be easily noticeable whenever he hugged you or took his shirt off, something you found yourself treasuring more and more.
It was all friendly until one night the jokes started to change tone, and after a week of tension, and stolen glances, you finally had enough of his teasing.
đŹ Gojo đ°: y/l/n, do u think u could do this?
đŹ Gojo đ°: *VID*
đŹYou: oh please, thatâs nothing. iâve fit bigger things than that banana in my mouth before
đŹ Gojo đ°: oh is that so?
đŹ You: yes đ¤
đŹ Gojo đ°: what if i donât believe you?
đŹ You: well in that case iâd have to convince you right?
đŹ Gojo đ°: and how would that be?
đŹ You: come to my dorm and find out
Gojo was running. Unbeknownst to you, he had been into you for a while, even before you two officially met. He remembers the beginning of your sophomore year in college. You two had ethics together, and he remembers you as the kind girl who helped everyone around you. Anybody could come to you if they didnât understand something, and indirectly, heâs learned a lot from you. Shit, you were the only reason why he passed that boof ass course. The only reason to keep him coming. In the halls, heâd gotten to see your humor. Playing silly pranks in your friends, hiding phones for fun, having sassy remarks ready whenever the time called for them, and how loudly, although cutely in his eyes, you laughed at your friendsâ jokes.
In no time, he found himself easily picking out your voice from others, differentiating your laugh in a sea of noise, and noticing you whenever you were around. But oh, he really disliked your boyfriend. Not hated of course! Never that, he wasnât a hateful person⌠Though if he were to be, heâd hate him. Your stupid boyfriend who didnât do well in class and didnât care enough to ask for your help, who believed anyoneâs opinions about your relationship over yours, and who, in the end, preferred to spend time with anyone else but you.
In retrospective, he didnât really hate your ex; if anything, he started to like him. After all, after he proved he was too shitty for you, you were smart enough to leave him, meaning Satoru finally had a chance with you. He was more than psyched when Shoko told him you were sticking around for a bit, something that didnât go unnoticed by her, but she knew Satoru could do you better than your ex did, so she let it slide.
You, on the other hand, were a wreck. Letting your lust get the best of you didnât let you truly think through what you were about to do. What if this screwed your newfound friendship over? What if he didnât actually want you? What ifâŚ
Your thoughts were interrupted once again by Gojo, but this time it was through a text.
đŹ Gojo đ°: open ur door
Running to your door, you gave yourself a second to shake the nerves off before opening the door. There stood Gojo, so handsome even with his white hair messy from running and his clothes a little rustled, making it obvious he wanted to waste no time getting here. His smile, shy but curious, didnât go unnoticed by you.
âYouâre so goddamn thirsty,â you tell him, finding enough confidence to smile back.
âYou donât even know,â he whispers as he gets closer to you while shutting the door behind him.
Next thing you know, youâre pinned against the wall with his hands all over your body. His kisses are desperate yet gentle, as if he had been waiting for so long he was scared this was just a dream, one he didnât dare wake up from. Flushing at that thought, you tangled your hands in his hair and pulled him even closer, something that ignited a fire in him.
Until he woke up and stopped. He pulled away for a second, looking into your confused eyes.
âAre you sure you want to do this? Donât get me wrong, I want to keep going, but Iâd rather not make you uncomfortable âcause I know you may not be ready yet.â
This makes you smile. Couldnât he tell how down bad you were for him? You truly found it sweet that he cared, but in that moment all you wanted was to have him down your throat. âIâm as ready as all Iâll ever be, unless youâre scared of course,â you reply, trying to bring back the mood.
âScared? Baby you have no idea of how long Iâve waited for this, if anything, you should be scared of how desperately I want you,â and with that, he pulls you back in for a more passionate kiss.
Your response gave him the confidence to get bolder. His hands now ran under your shirt, every breath you took making them go a centimeter upper, until he eventually reached the hem of your bra. Shifting from your mouth to your neck, his kisses starting to get slower but more calculated, you started to moan at his touch, and in no time you felt something starting to poke your stomach. This made you even more flustered, and a familiar warmth pooled between your legs.
He picked you up and laid you down on your bed. Kissing your neck slowly, your whimpers get louder and louder as he presses him self against you, giving your soaking cunt well-received pressure.
Wanting to please him, you instinctively changed your positions so that you were on top of him and kissing down his body.
âTake this off,â you commanded.
âWhoâs the thirsty one now?â He asked as he took his shirt off.
âShut up. You came here so I could prove my point yeah?â You asked trying to hold on to you wavering confidence. His bulge was big, bigger than you wouldâve thought it to be, but you were ready to take it, you wanted to taste him so bad.
Going over to him and taking his pants off, he stopped your hand from going further. You look up at him confused, wondering if you were doing something wrong.
âI want you to promise me something.â He said, looking deep into your eyes.
âAnd what would that be?â You asked, trying to guess what he could possibly be asking you.
âIf youâre gonna show me your skills, itâs only fair I get to show you mine. Canât let you one up me,â he said playfully, hoping youâll let him in a little closer.
âSounds good to me, but I donât think youâll be one upping me in any way,â you say, not wasting any time and going back to what you were doing.
Sliding down his underwear, his arousal sprung out, bigger and thicker than you thought itâd be. Giving it a few experimental strokes, your hand moved along his shaft trying to see what he liked, but to no avail, given that he was very reactive to all your touches, and this only encouraged you. Opting for leaving one hand at his balls and getting closer to him, you lick all over his dick.
Gojo is fucking losing it. Heâs gripping the sides of your couch trying not to buck his hips into you. Who wouldâve thought that all those late nights hopelessly scrolling through your profile stroking himself silly would eventually lead him to your bed were your mouth would finally replace his hands?
âF-Fuck, yeah, just like that,â he breathed out, lost in the feeling of your tongue deliciously swirling around his tip as you took him deeper in your mouth.
He started bucking his hips into your mouth soon after, gripping your hair and guiding your movements, fucking your face as he noticed how well you were taking it. As he was near the edge, he pulled your head away, once again leaving you confused.
âWhy didnât you let me finish the job?â You asked him almost mad, you wanted to see how he tasted.
âI want to make you cum first, told ya you wonât be one upping me tonight.â
âOh really? You know I donât need my mouth to make you cum right?â You say as you sit on his lap and start making out with him and put your hand to work. Since he was close not that long ago, you knew heâd be worked up enough to not take long to cum. Gojo was no longer kissing you as dominantly as before, having to take breaks to breathe and even moan under your touch.
Not even 10 minutes passed until he came all over your hand. Sticky ropes of cum shooting out coating your fingers, his abdomen, and your pants. Moving your hand to your mouth to suck his cum off your fingers, you look at him seductively. He wanted to be a brat and take control, but just watching you do that made him his dick throb once again.
Kissing you, now tasting himself in your mouth, he took your shirt off and tried to take your bra off. Inexperienced, he fumbled many times, which made you both laugh.
âTalk about one upping me and you canât even take my bra off. Whatâs next, you wonât be able to find my clit?â You tease, doing the job for him.
âOh please, letâs see who ends up begging for more by the end of the night,â he challenged, and for the first time, you realized you wouldnât mind losing at all.
You were about to reply, but you realized he was no longer focused on your little banter. His eyes were glued to your bare chest, scanning every inch of your skin, wanting to remember everything for later, archive it in a special place in his brain.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he says.
âYouâre so fucking horny,â you reply, knowing better than to believe lust-filled words.
âI mean it! Iâve thought so even before we met,â he confessed, giving you no time to respond as he took one of your tits into his mouth while he played with the nipple in your other tit by rubbing it between his thumb and index finger.
Moans took over the room. Your smart mouth not shut, but rather occupied making progressively louder sounds in response to Gojoâs touch.
âOh p-please G-Gojo!â You mewl, melting in his touch.
âSatoru.â He responds
âH-Huh?â
âCall me Satoru. You tried my nut, I think thatâs enough to be on first name basis,â he joked, and in any other circumstance you wouldâve laughed, but you were too caught up in the pleasure he was giving you.
âS-Satoru I-I need m-more!! Please give me more!!â You struggled to get out, but once you did, Satoru got to work quick pulling down your shorts and kissing down your torso to reach your thighs.
He licked, bit, and kissed around them, wanting to test how impatient you could get. It didnât take you long to tug on his hair and pull him into you, his nose deliciously coming in contact with your soaked cunt, only the thin, wet fabric of your panties between you. Bringing one hand down to jerk himself while the other pulled your panties down to start kissing your sweet pussy, until he goes up to your clit and starts sucking it lightly, making sure you knew he was well aware of where it was and how to treat it.
His other hand reached up to your entrance and one digit started pumping into you. Your moans got louder and louder, and Satoru was wondering just how much longer he had until you were over the edge. Sticking in another digit and matching its curling pattern to the one inside made you start seeing stars, so lost in your own pleasure you couldnât even manage to tell him you were about to come undone.
Eager to see you cry for him, all of a sudden he stopped, seeing your cute little flushed face with teary eyes look at him enraged.
âWhyâd you stop?â You ask, forgetting all your pride and letting him know just how much he worked you up.
âCanât have you wasting your arousal sweets. If youâre gonna cum, it better be all over my cock.â He said, waiting to see if he had fingered you dumb or if you had a smart remark for him.
âThen donât fucking waste your time.â You replied, sitting on his dick and riding him to your own pleasure.
âS-Shit! Youâre s-so big!â You moan, ecstasy reaching your system once again.
âThis dick is all yours babe. Do as you p-please with me,â he replied, having a hard time keeping his composure as he watched your tits bounce in his face and feel you clenching his dick so fucking good.
It didnât take you long to reach your climax, and seeing that you were unable to keep up with your own pace, Satoru took over and fucked you through your orgasm as he came closer and closer to his own. Pulling out in one quick motion, he came on your belly and kissed you as he did.
You both laid there quietly, trying to process everything that had just happened, not daring to say a word but also make a move away from each other. You were consumed in your thoughts until Satoru snaps you out of it.
âYou impressed me sweets, youâre even sweeter than you look, and you take dick like a fuckinâ soldier,â he said as he caressed your face and you laughed with him.
âYouâve fucked a soldier before? Do those uniforms turn you on?â You reply playfully, happy that itâs almost like nothing has changed at all.
âYes I have, sheâs right in front of me, and Iâll need that soldier pussy putting me out of combat often,â he laughed as he said so, returning your energy as he always did.
You lay there naked just basking in each otherâs presence, giving the bubble separating you from the rest of the world a little more time before bursting. Satoru ended up spending the night, but since he had a morning class the day after and you didnât, he bought you breakfast before leaving your dorm.
You woke up to your favorite kind of coffee along with a butter croissant and a note in his unmistakable handwriting.
âDonât miss me too much!! After lab is over Iâm coming right back, so donât leave juuust yet, I wanna see ya again â¤ď¸
âSatoruâ
Giggling, you sipped the drink as you recounted the events from last night, the memories flooding through and clouding your brain, making you genuinely wish he would come back soon.
Even then, after your daze was over, you really sat down to think of it all. Satoru was known for being a ladiesâ man, could you just be another one of his conquests? You loved him, but you couldnât stand to lose yet another friend due to your stupid feelings. Unsuspecting of his feelings for you, you decided to make it clear that you would just stay friends once he came back. Friends that were there for each other, but if the time came, friends that could call each other on those late, restless nights. This would be a sweet deal would it not? Or at least thatâs what you told yourself.
Once Satoru came you acted normal. The usual banter between you two never failing to appear, but you could tell something had shifted. High fives or fist bumps were changed to hugs a little too long or kisses a little too intimate. Whenever people couldnât see you, your usual friendly bickering turned into heated makeout sessions, always testing who gave into the other first.
Even if you placed the boundaries, ones that Satoru adhered to and respected almost religiously, you felt the dangerous beat of your heart whenever his name popped up on your phone or you happened to see him by chance. Once calling each other friends started to hurt, you knew you were screwed.
What you didnât know though was how hurt he was too. How it pained him to have to hide his love for you all because he was scared you didnât want to date him after all. He spent an awful lot of time dreaming of what it could be like if you were more than just friends with fucking benefits, if you would let him truly take care of you the way you deserved to be taken care of, if you could only give him a chance to prove that love, when good, is worth it after all. But he knew better than to push your limits, and so, he kept stealing glances, longing for your touch, and clinging to your little fuck sessions in hopes that one day, youâd see he had loved you all along.
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