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omg bachira, isagi, tetchou and dazai with an autistic s/o PLEASE
if you will , make them headcanons ^^ hope you have a wonderhoy day !!
hello, my alien. weâre each otherâs mystery
â bachira + isagi + tetchou + dazai x autistic!s/o
so basically all of them x me i see.. i feel like i fucked up on isagi i cant pinpoint his personality ugh. debut into bllk omg im shy hi reentry into bsd too haha if u guys were active in 2022 i think i am familiar. WAIT NOTE AB THE TITLE⌠LISTEN TO FRIENDS BY BTS IM NOT ABLEIST ITS SUPPOSED TO BE CUTE :(
â bachira meguru
lets be honest he is also a bit autisticâŚ
very hard to be around when youâre overstimmed ngl⌠he tries to tone it down when he knows you cant handle too much at the moment. but itâs hard for him to just dial the craziness to 50 đ
oh, very good though at getting you out of social situations. he can slip the two of you out of a party like itâs nobodyâs business, cause it is nobodyâs business :x
hes also a bit of a wild card too if youâre obsessive about having a routine. heâs a free spirit, so having to do things the same way is a bit of a chore.
when you go non-verbal, he brings out a notebook that you two write your conversations on. he doesnât actually have to write it down. he can communicate just fine, but he likes to write them down as a memento of your relationship.
he alsoooo likes listening to you yap about your special interest! very attentive, youâd think that youâre a professor and heâs your student at how the flow of your conversation is going
âhuhâ where did bachira and s/o go..?â isagi asked. he turned around, looking for the two of you after the sudden realization that he was abandoned in the middle of the buffet lineâŚ
bachira pulled you out, and in an abandoned hall. he noticed you suddenly started plugging your ears.
âyou ok sunshine? :( is the music too loud?â
âa little bit⌠i just wanna get away for like 5 min..â
âhehe, dont worry. ill stay with you ďźâšâĄâšďź <3â
âty meg :) <3â
bachira smiled as he saw your hand-drawn emoticon. the two of you doodled all over the notebook while he hummed until you were ready to return.
isagi groaned as he saw the two of you reenter. âyou guys..! you shouldâve told me if you were gonna sneak away!â bachira stuck out his tongue, making a silly expression. âoops! it just slipped my mind!â he snickered.
â isagi yoichi
with the geniuses he has to keep up with, youâre a total walk in the park for him ;p
mega caretaker, heâs super good at protecting you in uncomfortable environments. i feel like he has a weighted blanket somewhere in his room to cover you with, cause he knows it makes you feel safe.
he lowk overprotective sometimes though. he knows his friends like bachira and raichi are a bit more on the raucous side, so he doesnât hang out with them when heâs with you until like⌠2 years into your relationship (they lowk didnt even know he had a partner). in those two years, he only introduced you to his peaceful friends like nagi, hiori, iemon, and kuonďżź
he doesnât fight you too much about if you have a routine. he has a luck routine and his spacial awareness makes him really meticulous about how things happen, so heâs gets your struggle :x
he tried learning sign language. he really tried⌠but there was so much signs; for an entire month, his search history was âhow do i say [thing] in sign languageâ
he ended up only learning the alphabet, numbers, and basic words like please and hungry. now when you go non-verbal, he simply just opens his notes app for you to type ;p
he, like bachira, loves your yap. its like his personal podcast fr. he likes to let you sit on the kitchen counter and yap, while he washes dishes. he also likes putting on wireless headsets and listen to your voice messages while he practices, or works out at the gym.
âare you absolutely sure you wanna meet them?â isagi asks. âbabe, theyre my friends, but theyre also kind of annoying.â he warns you. of course he meant it lovingly⌠you nod. âyup! theyâre your friends, yoi. i wanna meet them..!â
he sighs and nods. âfine⌠donât say i didnât warn youâŚâ he opens the door. you recognize kunigami, heâs talking with chigiri. âisagi! there you areee~!â a boy with a bob-cut hums. âah, bachira⌠this is s/o.â isagi points to you. âooh~! nice to meet you! im bachira meguru. so youâre the one isagiâs been hiding?â
âdonât overwhelm them too muchâŚâ isagi sighs, he pulls you away carefully, bringing you in kunigamiâs direction. if you settled in with people you were already acquainted with, then you should probably adjust better. that was isagiâs conclusion. âif any of them pester you, just tell me, okay?â
you nod, a bit saddened at yourâs and bachiraâs conversationâs sudden end. âim not a kid, yoi. you donât have to worry over me or anything.â isagi frowns. âhnn⌠i just donât want my friends overstimulating you. they might be too much for you, babe.â he explains. at that moment, igaguri suddenly yelled out at gagamaru for taking one of his gyozas, making you instinctively cover your ears.
âseeee?â he points out. âokay⌠point taken⌠but, i can still deal with it. if im uncomfortable, ill just tell you, okay?â you offer, trying to compromise. isagi looks around, weighing the possibilities before nodding. âfineeâŚâ
that day actually went quite well, you were able to keep up with all of them without getting overstimulated. that night, isagi had his face in his pillow, his face being that of death and grief. âthey dont need me anymore⌠theyre gonna end up hanging out with my friends more than meâŚâ he mumbles.
â tetchou suehiro
another lowk might be autistic (but in a diff way)
he isnt too sure about what to do when youâre overstimmed. so, he usually just takes you to a quiet place and sits down with you until youâre calmer.
hes hella conflicted on whether or not he should introduce you to the hunting dogs. his line of work is pretty dangerous after all, and his co-workers arenât exactly⌠pacifists đ
he ends up deciding not to though. worst comes to worst, he just introduces you 5 years in to your relationshipâ thats what he thinks.
he doesnt mind your routine. he, himself, is pretty eccentric, so you two are just okay with each otherâs quirks :x
tetchou doesnt care when you go non-verbal. lol. okay joke, its more like, heâs also very quiet, he doesnât even actually notice that you two havent talked to each other for 14 hours.
but when the two of you are talking, he is still as quiet as ever. itâs usually you yapping and tetchou asking questions once in a while. never though, does he ever interrupt you when you talk; always waits for you to finish what youâre saying so you dont lose your train of thought đŤĄ
tetchou spreads some spicy ranch on his pancakes. it was a pretty good combo. he sat at the dining table, as he heard your alarm clock ring.
first thing you do when you wake up, stretch then use the bathroom. tetchou has your routine memorized by now. second, have cereal for breakfast. third, get dressed. fourth, check if your bag has everything you need. he continues his own routine, and you complete yours, until itâs time to head to work.
youâre double, triple, quadruple checking your bag, making sure you didnât leave anything. tetchou finished lacing up the strings of his boots before he rises back. âready for work?â he asks, taking his own little peek into your bag.
âuhuhâ you nod. tetchou hums, noticing the charger you left on the counter, and slipping it into your bag. ânow you areâŚâ. you gasp, âso thatâs what i forgot⌠thank you, chou..â you say. his deep voice vibrates in his throat as he leans in and kisses you, âstay safe. call me if you need anything.â you wrap your arms around his neck.
last part of your routine, hug and kiss tetchou before leaving for work.
â osamu dazai
he lowk adhd u feel?
when youre overstimmed, he lets you lay on his shoulder while he pats your back and brushes your hair. times like this are his personal favorites, itâs when the world is quiet and no one but you and him exists.
defdefdef introduces you to the ADA members. he finds you similar to kyoka, and always encourages you to hang out with her.
adding on that, he sort of sees akutagawa in you⌠is akutagawa also autistic? hmm⌠either way, hes a criminal! he cant let his partner interact with a criminal! â the criminal says after diner dashing again.
the routine thing doesnt really work for dazai either⌠itâs either you break up with him or let him wake up at 4:00 to eat noodles and rearrange the layout of his dorm, bestie⌠(just leaves his pot in the sink btw, he a bum like that)
actually knows sign language! dont ask me why he knows, bc i dunno either. he just does :x
he also loves to listen to your yap. actual yapper x yapper. you twoâs conversations are lowk exhausting though. you both interrupt each other and talk until youâre both breathless. HAHAHAAH
sluuuuuuurp!
youâre waken up by the loud, really gross, squelching sounds of dazaiâs saucy noodles as he slurps them up. the sound is uncomfortableâ really uncomfortable.
âsâsamu⌠dont⌠too loudâŚâ you groan, trying to cover your ears. dazai perks up, âah, did i wake you..? awh, im sorry, dear..!â he apologizes. even though dazai truly meant it, for some reason it just sounded like sarcasm. âuhuh⌠jâŚjust dont do it again⌠trying to sleepâŚâ you hum. âgot it⌠go back to sleep, sweetsâ
for the rest of the night, you sleep well. dazai makes sure to remain veeeery quiet, taking bites of his noodles rather than slurping, carrying his feet, and using all of his hidden muscles to carry his bookshelf. maybe if he keeps doing this, he wont look so lanky anymore.
at around 6:30, you finally wake up again, your surroundings completely different, and you start to panic. âwhâh..huh..?â you look around. dazaiâs in the closet, rolling all of his empty beer bottles into it. âhi, baby! just decided to tidy up a bit. you like?â he asks
tidy up? âtidy up, my ass..! all of your stuff is in different places..! i have to relearn my way around your dorm all over again..!â you complain. âhehe⌠it was for a good cause! you have your own space now in here!â he grins, opening the second to the bottom drawer in his dresser. it was tidied up, and empty.
âfor me?â you ask. âmmhm.â he confirms with a hum. even though dazai was quite lazy, stubborn, and annoying, he really put effort into making you happy. just you.
#bungou stray dogs x you#bungou stray dogs x reader#bungo stray dogs#bungo stray dogs x reader#bungo stray dogs dazai#dazai osamu x reader#dazai osamu#bsd dazai#bungou stray dogs dazai#dazai x reader#dazai x you#tetchou suehiro#bsd tetchou#tetchou x reader#blue lock x reader#blue lock#bachira meguru#bachira x reader#bllk bachira#blue lock bachira#bachira x you#bachira fluff#bachira headcanons#isagi yoichi#bllk isagi#blue lock isagi#isagi x reader#isagi x you#isagi x y/n#isagi fluff
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ok the way gem actually was walking towards pearl's general area while pearl was holding the mace. and idk if she actually saw pearl but im pretty sure gem looked up, turned back and walked right to where skizz asked her to??? and pearl just had to stand there and watch as gem basically gave the kill to skizz. like ohhh my god i have so many thoughts about this but all i can say rn is what in the world of yuri.
- đŤ
itâs so funny how they spent half their episodes effectively trying to provoke the other person as much as possible
i mean, do i even need to explain. they want each other baaaaad. on surface it might seem like another failing-to-kill-gem bit, especially with the comical sequences of pearl putting down the creeper eggs and gem easily dodging. however, both pearl and gem approach their âdesignatedâ roles of would-be killer and exasperated target a little differently than they did before. pearl doesnât try her best, and gem doesnât mock her like she did mumbo/tango.
gem and pearl hold each other in high esteem. even when they hate each other they obviously still respect the otherâs skill. i suspect this is part of why gem was so offended when pearl tried to â2v1â her with impulse; because pearl was being stupid by underestimating herself, and then obviously because it was SL all over again.
letâs not even talk about both of them beelining for a camel. this is by far the number one WL ship right now in terms of content and actual interactions (besides ethubs). itâs not shipper mind, theyâre actively pulling these stunts to see how crazy they can drive the fandom. like, the thirsty comment, âmy poor red pearlâ, âgem youâre beautifulâ??? i swear theyâre scheming on discord before recording or something (jk i know they arenât).
cc!pearl did mention on stream that she should probably back off which is funny because it shows she didnât pick up the obvious social cues that gem wanted to give her a chance by offering a 1v1 instead of flat out saying âdonât kill meâ or âyou suck at killing meâ. also, if there are other pearl stream watchers reading this post, you would know that pearl said the same thing about not wanting to bother gem too much over the pickle bit, which is why she dropped it so suddenly. honestly very considerate of her
as for their convo on the camel. gem is explicitly grasping at straws over the end portal thing, but âdid you even look me in the face during the murder camel⌠thingâ is a great one-liner out of context. i thought it was going to be like a âyou couldnât even face me properlyâ but no it was just over the yellow life skin. pearl defending the disloyal allegations by saying scar was her ally is funny as well because it was the exact same argument she gave scott and i donât think she understands that gem and scott have very different priorities. and gem clarifies she wasnât upset over the betrayal (suree) but over the 2v1 which reveals some interesting things about her character and moral code which iâll leave to the gem mains*. i do hope pearl keeps up the âhow much do you love/hate meâ thing though itâs a funny bit in general, plays into the pining/unmoved dynamic, and opens up the conversation. fluff duo that wants to be angst so badly
and if youâre following me and for some reason donât watch gem or pearl, please do. thereâs a reason why everyoneâs saying theyâre flirting because theyâre toeing the line as close as you can.
what can i even add to this. itâs like going to a michelin restaurant and pointing out that the food is good.
*i always say this but i am effectively a gem main. i think her character is just too difficult for me and i donât want to admit that i canât figure out how to approach it
#ask#i didnât proofread this i need a little more time to rewatch and process their episodes#so itâs not very coherent
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Baldur's Gate 3 Moodboards
Astarion Ancunin
Gale Dekarios
Karlach Cliffgate
Lae'zel of Creche K'liir
Shadowheart Hallowleaf
Wyll Ravengard
#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3#astarion ancunin#gale dekarios#karlach cliffgate#lae'zel#shadowheart hallowleaf#wyll ravengard#bg3 moodboard#quinn moodboards#bg3 astarion#bg3 gale#bg3 karlach#bg3 lae'zel#bg3 shadowheart#bg3 wyll#been a good long while since ive posted a set! i have missed making these but god the motivation has been hard to find#this set has been 2/3 done for Months and i only just found it in me to wrap it up#im very pleased with it though!!! love how they turned out
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đ...And I shine only with the light you gave me âď¸
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#hhhhhhhhhello this is probably one of the longest amounts of time i have ever spent on a digital piece#i really love it though !!#very proud and happy with how it turned out#i am really loving the lighting tools in csp im so glad i got it haha#all this spawned entirely from me listening to the moon will sing far too many times in a 9 hour lab practical#i am so firmly and terrifyingly rocketing back toward my werewolf phase from when i was 14 but im doing it way cooler this time#the moon will sing#the crane wives#the crane wives fanart#the crane wives art#werewolves#werewolf art#wolf#sun and moon fanart#my art <3#cals art#please reblog this or i will cry i love it so much i want everyone ever to see it im so happy#please reblog
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â§âË what are we?
...nothing. right?.âËâš
convienence. a means to end. that's all this was for both of you right? when katsuki is fed up with the crazed fangirls who just won't leave him alone, he works out a deal with you. it was just coincidence he had a huge crush on you.
âpair. 2ndyear!katsuki x reader. tags. fake dating!trope, fluff, reader is academically flopping for a bit, pet names, cursing, fighting (verbal), happy ending wc. 6k
áŚnote. sorry that this took so long lol! i wrote this in chapter form if you'd like to read it here, but this one shot is the same thing.
post-war brought troubles for a lot of the students in class 1-A. especially bakugo katsuki.
he had to completely relearn how to write with his other hand, had to learn how to fight without injury to it.
and he had to learn to deal with his crazy amount of fangirls.
his fight had been broadcasted, the manner in which he pushed himself to the very brink broadcasted to the world. his victory brought spoils, though not in a way he expected.
he didn't expect to be chased down the hallways every morning, to have a line of girls wanting his autograph as he ate. he didn't expect to be gifted things, things they just assumed he liked, but couldn't be farther from the truth.
luckily, you seemed to like chocolate. he found refuge these days sitting on the roof floor of U-A next to you during lunch, passing you the chocolate gifts he'd been given.
he hated chocolate. but to be honest, he loved seeing you smile.
"thanks 'suki." you said for the nth time, picking the best chocolates out of the box and leaving the gross ones alone.
"yeah." he sighed, glancing at you occasionally as he moved to support the weight of his head with his hands. he found himself speechless around you often. words failing as he leant into the comfort of your presence.
you were about to say something, he thinks. your mouth was open though the blaring of the bell cut you off. "oh, let's go 'suki." you said, holding your hand out to him.
he took it, letting you pull him up and holding onto your hand for just a second too long. you dumped the rest of the chocolates in a trash can and made your collective way down to 1-A. you laughed at how he seemed to try and hide behind you, eyes darting around for the general course girls who seemed to have nothing better to do than follow him around.
they didn't come though. he saw a group of them but when they saw your proximity to him..
they left him alone.
a lightbulb went off in his head, he mentally kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner. as he sat in class, eyeing your seat between momo and jirou, he thought about how he'd ask you.
test papers were being passed out, graded ones. "yo man," kirishima started, looking over his paper, "what'd you get?"
katsuki scoffed. "what do you think? another 100, easy as shit."
kaminari groaned beside him, "you're cheating or something! i got an 80."
"that's high for someone like you!"
"hey!"
"aw man, i got a 70. you're so manly bakubro!"
"yeah, guess i am."
katsuki tried to resist the turning of his head, he really did. but he wanted to know what score you got, if you did well. though from the expression on your face and the way momo patted you on the back,
not to mention the red ink used all over your paper. he knew you didn't.
"man this totally sucks!" you exclaimed, your hands clutching the paper of your test. "i studied and everything, i don't even need math, im a hero for crying out loud!"
jirou's teases and momo's comforts faded into the background as he only focused on you, and the nagging feeling for him to help you.
with another ring of the bell and a sigh from mr. aizawa, katsuki left early to try and beat the crowd of girls who seemed to pounce on him.
he didn't though, he found himself at the entrance at U-A, almost to freedom when the crowd pointed at him, "that's him! i can't believe it!"
"dynamite, an autograph please?"
"hey- don't be so casual. it's lord explosion--"
"who cares? i want a photo!"
at that, they chased him. all his progress down the stairs and through the halls was gone as he was led right back down to class 1-A. he stupidly lead himself right back into a corner.
his head darted around, until he noticed a tuft of familiar hair in the classroom. you hadn't left? oh well, he needed your help and quick.
you were sobbing internally, looking over your horrific test score with a sad expression. a 70? you might as well just drop out now.
as the hours of studying you'd done for waste passed over in your mind, a noise caught you off guard.
he had burst in, making your deflated form jump off the desk. "katsuki, don't scare me like that!"
he rushed over to your side, grabbing your hand off where it was hanging limply on the desk. "be my girlfriend for a second."
the words barely even processed in your brain before you were being manhandled off the desk, your mind rushed to catch up. "wait-- wha-"
before you knew it you were led towards the door of obsessed fan girls. his hand was intertwined tightly with yours, a slight flush on his face.
"listen up." he started, making his fans shush eachother. "my girlfriend hasn't been appreciating all your bullshit. and neither have i, so for the love of god stop it already."
he pulled you alongside him, "move." a path opened for the two of you, letting you two through. he walked you to the entrance, no words spoken between the two of you until you stopped infront of the lockers where you'd keep your shoes.
"[name]-- uh." he took a breath, his heart sped up rapidly around you. it sped up at the simple tilt of your head.
"so. if you help me with this shit, i'll tutor you.
or whatever."
a hand was behind his head, his averted eyes now focusing on you as he awaited your answer with baited breath.
you had an expression of thoughtfulness on your face. your finger on your chin as you looked up to the ceiling to think.
'have everyone think youre dating a cute boy and get a tutor?'
the pinkie of your hand shot out, a closed eye smile on your face. "i'm in!"
a soft smile graced his lips, his pinkie intertwining with yours and sealing his fate in more ways than one.
because you really did have him wrapped around your finger. literally and figuratively.
"let's go to my room so we can talk over it!"
you really were going to be the death of him.
it's not like he'd never been to your room, just not in a situation like this.
not when he'd declared himself your boyfriend an hour earlier, not when his hands were sweaty with his nervousness, and not when you'd agreed so hastily to be his.
he wondered if you'd accept if anyone else asked you. if izuku or todoroki had been facing this situation instead of him.
"'suki?" you patted the side of your bed next to you, "sit with me."
he sighed, the thoughts disappearing from his mind at your words. he really was whipped for you.
"yeah, yeah. i'm goin'" he sat beside you, oddly stiffer than normal. he held his own hands as he waited for you to say something.
"okay, so, we should have like-- a plan or something right?"
"a plan? what the fuck for?"
"like so we don't get caught faking this or whatever. if they find out your fans will just come back running, no?"
he shuddered at the thought. "yeah, don't wanna deal with that shit."
"right? so the first part of our plan, is that everyone has to think we're dating. cool?"
katsuki's mind was racing. cool? more like the best thing that would happen to him. he felt as if everyone knew of his crush on you.. except for you.
being to say he was all yours and that you were all his, even if it was a lie..
"yeah, it's cool."
"great, that's really the only thing we had to establish. we hang out a lot anyways so, we'll just have to be affectionate or something to seal the deal."
his heart jumped at the idea of hugging you, wrapping an arm around you, holding hands with you in public. the ghost of a smile came over him.
"right."
"cool. so nothing else matter--"
"we're starting your studying shit tomorrow. the next test is next week, so we don't have time to play around [name]."
"ughh. i wish you forgot about that." your head fell into your hands. "i hate math, what do i even need it for?"
"advanced math, nothing really. but estimates are important in hero work. estimating time, the abilities of your body, the amount of civilians, all that stuff."
"you're such a nerd."
"hah?"
he continued explaining the importance of math to you despite your grievances. his finger was pointed in the air, you swore you could see the need emoji popping over his face.
your eyes closed, the weight of the day, your grade, and the thought of studying alongside a nerd like katsuki tiring you to no avail. you yawned, laying your head on his shoulder.
you could hear the thumping of his heart, the racing of his blood in his veins. it rocked you to sleep, "wake me up later, m' a take a nap." you mumbled against his shoulder, before falling asleep.
his mouth shut, eyes peeled on your body that now clung to his side. his face grew hot, when did it get so hot in your damn room?
he tried his best to stay awake, to let you nap and wake you up in the morning. but as the clock hit eight o clock, the time he was supposed to head back to his dorm.. he found himself stuck in place.
not by an invisible force, not by some obligation. it was only the thought of wanting to be with you, next to you. wanting to let the comfort of your weight next to him drive himself to sleep.
so he did. he fell asleep, letting his head lay on top of yours, holding your body closer to his. shutting his eyes.
the light of the sun woke him up first, you didn't close your blinds yesterday, and the sun shined brightly,
directly into his face. he groaned, his voice deep from sleep as he peeled himself off of you. he was confused from fatigue, wondering why he was still in your room.
he felt an arm around his waist, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to see it was you who was holding him close. he thinks you were using him in place of your huge teddy bear, the one laid neatly in the corner of your bed.
his heart rate quickened once again, wanting to go back to his room, but fighting the urge to stay looking at you.
an absentminded hand moved a couple strands of your hair out your face, pinching your cheek when he got bold.
you don't wake up, he sighed a breath of relief. 'til he felt your body start to stir, you pushed your head more into his chest, your eyes finally starting to open slightly.
"oh? g'morning kat'." you were sleepy, your words slightly slurred and muffled from how you were pressed against him.
"you slept here?" you asked, pulling away from him as you moved to stretch your upper body.
"uh-- yeah." he was once again lost for words at the sight of you, your shirt slightly pulled up from how you'd slept, your hair messy from the lack of a protective style before sleep.
"sorry for waking you up then, 'suki."
"no, i was already up. i just didn't wanna wake you."
"well, you failed." you joked. "anyways, you should get out of here soon, if iida sees you he'll probably flip out and tell mr. aizawa."
"right."
"let's walk to class together!" you clasped his hands in yours. "okay?"
you were going to be the death of him once again. "okay."
you let go and he got up, ruffling his hair slightly and looking back at you who sent him a small smirk and wave. before slowly walking out your door. he did his best to keep his movements quiet and minimal.
he was at the elevator, before uraraka walked out. shit. "bakugo? what are you doing here?"
"uh.. got lost."
her face scrunched in confusion, a knowing smile on her face after a second. "right.. tell [name] good morning for me."
".. tell her yourself." he got into the elevator, already seeing the grin in uraraka's face as he went up a floor to his room.
the same grin everyone greeted him with as he went to sit next to you in the common room, having made you some breakfast. he and you were all ready, you had refreshed your hair from when he was playing with it, simple makeup and your uniform ironed. he admired you while he ate his meal.
"ah, thanks 'suki."
"mhm."
you moved to whisper in his ear, "why's everyone looking at us?"
"fuck if i know."
"so you two lovebirds aren't gonna say anything?" denki said, putting his hands on his hips as he looked you two over.
"'bout what?"
"that you two are totally dating!" mina exclaimed, pointing at you. "and you didn't say anything? wow [name], i thought.. we were closer than that." she mock fully cried.
katsuki was about to say something, you cut him off though. "i thought everyone knew?" with a tilt of your head, a question mark almost visible from the blank expression you wore.
the class only sighed, kirishima shrugged his shoulders. "yeah, we should've guessed. i mean bakugo had a obvious crush on you for the longest."
"yeah, good looks man." sero gave him a thumbs up.
"tch. let's go [name]." he sat up, placing his and your finished dishes in the sink before you followed behind him.
"right! bye guys!"
you grabbed his hand as you walked out the door. nobody was around, there was no need to keep up appearances now.
but that didn't stop him from holding your hand tighter.
and that didn't stop you from clinging even more to his side.
it seemed you two were now together all the time. a clingy couple is what you seemed like to your friends, and more importantly his fans.
at lunch he could now be in the cafeteria again, you were stuck his side as you ate, an arm around you as you shared his food, insisting his cooking was better than the U-A food.
you were caged in by his body, you really did just look like a sappy couple to everyone.
during class, he was caught glancing at you. a lot. he'd roll his eyes and pretend nothing even happened, but everyone knew he was far gone.
during training, as you sparred you noticed he was going harder on you than before. some would think that because you were his crush he wouldn't get so aggressive,
too bad katsuki only wanted to push you harder, get you to show the strength he saw you unleash on those villains in the war. he wanted you to be stronger beside him, if he was number one, he'd want you to be ranked closely to him, because he knew you were strong enough.
that didn't mean it wasn't any more hard to fight him, the man was a maniac.
"you can chill out you know!"
"what? can't take it?!"
"no, slow your fucking roll!" you barely dodged his other attack, just barely moving out the way as he threw an explosion in your direction.
you now had met the conditions to use your quirk, comeback. by generating a max of 8 orbs, they'd absorb energy that you could use back for your offense. the only downside?
melee attacks couldn't be absorbed at all.
a kick to your legs sent you to the ground, you dispersed one of your orbs with the explosion stored inside of it.
"be nice and let me win!!"
"no."
he dodged your attack and pinned you to the ground. he won.
"you're so mean 'suki." you shoved him off you, making him grunt. "a good boyfriend would've let me win!"
a nagging voice in the back of his head was telling him he wasn't yours, you weren't his, and that he was only doing this for his convinience.
"well, i guess i'll be a better one next time."
even that voice couldn't deny that the way he cared for you wasn't anything less than real. that even if this relationship was fake, that he was undoubtedly yours. that the way he held his hand out to you, lifting you as gently as he could fathom.
"wanna go again?" he asked, a boyish smirk on his face.
"you know it!"
your plan of tiring katsuki out with exercise didn't work, so you found yourself in his room at his desk. showered and wiping the dew off your neck with a towel, you sat in front of him with a book splayed open.
he was hammering topic after topic into you.. statistics or something? you weren't really paying attention, you were more interested in the bulge of his muscles out of his tank top.
his words were a blur when you suddenly found yourself reaching a hand out to feel his muscle,
your hand squeezing it.
'firm. hm.' you thought, until he pulled you away, an incredulous look on his face. "this is why your class ranking keeps falling [name]. focus!"
"how can i focus with you in front of me? it's like dancing a donut in front of a cop!" you whined, face planted onto his desk.
"you're.. insane."
"you love me though, don't you?" the words slipped out of your lips without a second thought, your face flushing slightly. "oops, sorry! almost forgot you arent my like-- real boyfriend!"
he swore he heard a bit of disappointment in your voice, felt a bit of reluctance in your movements as you pulled away at him, saw a bit of longing in your eyes.
"uh.. yeah. 's fine. let's just.. take a break." he said, motioning over to lay on his bed and do nothing for a little while.
if you would've told him a couple months ago that he'd be sat, face to face, body next to body, hands awkwardly close to each other as you remained in silence. you'd had a movie on in the background, something stupid he thought. not like he payed attention to it at all.
it was comfortable, being around you. he'd be a liar if he said that he didn't like the fact that everyone now thought you were his and vice versa. not just his fans, not just yours, but your mutual friends. family.
"do you wanna try again?" he asked after a while, voice soft and his hand moving to rub his eyes. it was his bedtime, eight o clock sharp, but he'd break it for you.
"hm? to be honest no." you moved to face him. "you look tired anyways 'suki, you should sleep."
he grumbled, his eyes closing slightly as he slowly swatted your hand away from his face, his grip lingering on your wrist.
"right." he yawned. he didn't know if it was the sleep or impulse, maybe a mixture of both. but he pulled you closer to him. making you crash against his chest with his head in the nook of your neck.
"stay." he uttered, his breath flush against your neck making the hairs stand up.
"katsuki?" you thought you were dreaming. you'd move to pinch yourself if you weren't being pinned down by him.
"please?"
"..okay." your words barely matched your actions. you cuddled more into him, pulling him impossibly closer as you melted into eachother.
a blanket was thrown over the two of you. you fell asleep in his arms, the beating of his heart matching yours as you breathed a sigh of realization.
you were horribly in love with katsuki bakugo. and he was with you.
your 'fake' activities as a couple were coming along a little bit too easily to the two of you.
feeding him a snack in his room as a joke, him finding out he kind of liked being babied, him blackmailing you so you shut up.
all couple things. normal couple activity.
you didn't even have to continue those things behind closed doors, but it just came so naturally. it seemed wrong not to do it.
it seemed wrong for him not to sling a hand over you, not to hold your hand when it was so close to him, not to move the stray strands of hair and tuck it behind your ear.
it seemed wrong for him not to save a spot for you at lunch, not to wake up a bit earlier and slip out of your sleepy grasp to prepare you a meal alongside his.
not to make some breakfast for you, light or heavy, depending on what he'd learned you preferred.
not to walk with you to class, even walking with you to go see your general studies friend in the morning, leaning against the doorway with a smile on his face as he watched you rave on about a show you'd watched recently.
why wouldn't he do it if he could? why shouldn't he watch your favorite shows just to have things to talk to you about?
he found himself fighting to stay focused during your study sessions now too. he found himself noticing things about you, the smaller things.
how you'd flip your hello kitty pencil around while you were speaking. how you'd bite your lips in concentration, your expressions of disbelief when you actually started getting things correct.
he'd have to cover his hand with his face. you were just too cute.
sometimes he'd even get distracted mid sentence. he was explaining simple things over again, just to make sure you knew what it meant.
but it was hard even keeping eye contact with you.
"so, in this problem x would be.. uh.." he went silent, his mouth open but no words escaping.
"x would be what? 7?" you showed your page of work to him, with a nervous smile. "if it's not right tell me already! i know im kinda dumb, it won't hurt my feelings too bad i swear!"
he looked down back at his page. mentally slamming his head onto the table, before recovering. "yeah, no you're right. you got it."
you slammed the work onto his desk, "finally! then we can break now right?"
"yeah, 'guess so."
"let's do something fun. take a walk, my legs hurt from sitting." you pulled him up by his hand, dragging him to his door. "hurry up!"
he couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him, you really reminded him of just how young you two were. how he was just a high schooler with a huge crush, how--
"why are you looking at me like that? are you sick?" you placed a hand on his forehead, making him promptly rip it off. a scowl quickly replaced the smile that been on his face moments prior. "no i'm not. let's go."
you walked hand in hand, the sunset the background for your 'date'.
the last few days, he'd been nervous to bring up what was happening between you. he was nervous to ruin the odd relationship you two had, he didn't want to lose you. he thought the things you two had been doing crossed the line between friendship and lovers.
you didn't have to do any of this. though he was sure you knew that already.
"math exam's tomorrow."
"don't remind me! you totally ruined the moment you know."
"you'll pass. i mean, i was your tutor after all. if you fail with me as a teacher? you are a lost cause."
"that's not nice to say." you ripped his hand away from yours, crossing your arms on your chest. "thats really messed up 'suki."
he leant down to face you, the sun goldening you two in its wake as he grew a cocky smirk on his lips. "oh really?"
"yes really."
"n' what're you gonna do about it?" his face was barely an inch away from yours. with a glance to his lips, he moved closer.
he barely pecked you, before he heard a loud, obnoxious idiot speak from behind him.
"[name] and bakugo are totally making out over here!"
denki and kirishima were looking at the two of you, a glare crossed over katsuki's face as he basically dragged you with him back into his dorm. he was about to leave you at your dorm, the hallway empty since curfew was around the corner.
he held your hands in his, running his thumb over the knuckle of yours. he intertwined your fingers, only letting go after a while.
he tilted your head upwards with his two fingers, wordlessly asking for permission. moonlight now struck you two as he moved in.
uninterruptedly, he kissed you. deepening it with a pull of the hand, holding you against him.
he let go after a while, his internal clock signaling it was almost time for curfew.
before he left, he whispered to you. "i don't.. really care what we're labeled. and if this shit is real or not.
i just want to be close to you."
he turned, walking to the elevator. leaving your breathless, with your heart in your throat.
no more words were spoken between you two, not as you screamed into your pillow, and not as he stared up into the ceiling of his room.
you passed that math test. and each assignment that went with it.
the end of the year was now coming quickly, of the school year that is. you and katsuki still kept up your 'act', the activities now stretching to dates after school mixed in with your study sessions.
one's that'd leave the touch of katsuki on you more than the touch of knowledge. but it was working nonetheless.
it was all good between you two, an eternal honeymoon it seemed. after all, by now it had been at least seven months since this began. your class ranking was higher, he no longer had to worry about strolling through the halls, it seemed nothing could get in your way.
well, besides two things.
one: the fact that you two were scared to label in between yourselves yet, too bashful to call him your boyfriend and you his girlfriend in private, yet proud fully admitting it to others.
two, the girl currently straddling him with no regard to you whatsoever. your entire cafeteria table was staring at her, looking at what katsuki would do to move her off.
but when he didn't immediately, didn't immediately curse the girl out and push her off him? you did the job for him.
you yanked the girl by her hair, sending her to the floor with a tray of food falling onto her body. all attention was on you as you stared at katsuki, your mouth agape in anger.
"what the fuck bakugo?" you ignored her, even stepping on her leg slightly as your hands were agitated, your whole body was. you didn't even know why you were jealous. this wasn't real, it never was, he was just playing his role too well.
you should've known katsuki would go too far. he always did.
"babe-- it's not what you think-"
"then what was i looking at? and don't call me that. don't- don't fucking call me anything. we're over."
you knew to him that probably meant something different. you acclaimed the despair in his eyes to the loss of protection, to the loss of ease as he walked in the halls and the lack of paparazzi that'd ask him questions on his love life.
but to him it was so much more.
it was those things, yes. but it was more so the thought of losing you. the thought of the affection over the months being nothing but a memory and not his future. the thought of not having you close to him.
the thoughts of becoming nothing to you, less than a friend.
he didn't know why he didn't move, it was like he physically couldn't. the look in the girl's eyes, the grip she had on him, the weird smile. he recognized her as one of the girls who usually would be in the crowd following him around.
"you don't mean that." his voice sounded more desperate than it had in the whole time he'd met you, more longing slipping through than he intentioned.
but the sun's casting light had moved away from you, casting you in a shadow. "i do mean it. fuck you."
he was going to run after you, to chase you as you slammed your lunch tray into the trash. heading up to the rooftop to he alone.
but a hand, mina's, pulled him back. "i think.. you did enough bakugo."
she went after you instead, promising to bakugo she'd check on you.
fangirls were one thing? but a messy public breakup where you were never really something in the first place? surprisingly worse.
he'd been more snappy lately, his aura making the girls around him keep their distance.
he'd become quieter, closed off. you didn't come to eat lunch with him anymore, obviously. and he didn't go up to the rooftop to join you.
he didn't know how to speak to you, how to explain what happened, how to say that he was sorry.
he ran the scenario in his head a million times, thinking over the girl's quirk that had forced him into place. but it sounded so convenient, like he was lying.
but since your entire relationship was based off of one, he didn't know how to approach the topic in the first place.
a week. a week passed before he could muster up the words to speak to you.
a week of being ignored in the hallways, side glances and being walked off on. a week of not having you by his side, not having you to talk to, to study with,
to kiss.
you were alone on the rooftop, eating silently as you felt a presence behind you. you saw his hair in the shadow and sighed, placing your plate onto the floor next to you. "what?"
"let me talk."
"...fine."
he breathed a sigh, hands balling as he forced the words out. "i know what you saw. and i know it was bad, but listen. that.. girl. she had some quirk on me or something."
he paused, seeing as your movement shifted. he took the fact that you didn't leave as a sign to continue.
"i couldn't move, i would've. you know that. but, it was right for you to be fucking pissed. i'd be too.
and i know, this is my fault in a way. i've been.. a fuckin' loser about this." his hand went up to support his head, his eyes averting from where he felt yours eyeing him.
"i needed to ask you out, officially i mean, a long time ago. it was wrong of me to use you-"
"it wasn't like that and you know it." you moved now to face him, you taking his hands in yours once more.
"what are we? to you i mean."
"right now..
we're nothing, right?"
your eyes widened, his eyes came back to look at yours.
"what?"
the words settled between you, it sent a cold shiver down your spine at the implication.
"wait-- fuck i'm messing this shit up. i mean, we're, not anything right now. we weren't anything."
your heart sank, eyes falling to the floor though your hand still held by him. your bleeding heart was in his grasp too, it was apparent.
"but,
i'd like to be? if you'd have me."
he squeezed your hand tightly. "i, i think i did this all out of order. but, would you go out with me?"
you let out an anxious laugh mixed with emotion. relief? despair? you honestly didn't know. tears burned the corners of your eyes.
"you're-- you're real weird, you know that?"
"is that a no."
"no, it's a yes. i think."
"ya think?"
"you don't get to question me!"
"yeah, whatever." you shared a laugh of relief together. he held you, moving away to bring something out of his pocket.
a small bento box for you.
you gasped at the sight of it, it was so cute. "thank god! i hate this school shit." you sat down, patting the side beside you, prompting him to sit down.
"wow, a heart? don't tell me you like me or something katsuki."
instead of deflecting, of telling you to buzz off, of shoving you lightly, a small smile came over his lips once again. after a beat, he laughed boyishly.
"you caught me."
...
he patted your back as you choked on the heart shaped seaweed.
your first date was cute, a small picnic with the country of musatafu as your backdrop. it was weird, this scene had played out between you two various times. in his room, in public, in private, to everyone else you two had just recovered from a messy breakup. and yet,
your stomachs were filled with butterflies at the affection between you two.
your rank was high, the dates were endless between the two of you now. study dates, just going to cafes, mundane things became more when you were by each others side.
years passed, and your poor dorm was going mostly unused. you'd sleep in his bed most of the time, actually- you'd spent most of your time in his room. he even cleared out a section for you in his closet despite the fact that yours was perfectly fine.
graduation came along, your careers came rushing at the two of you.
you were the top rated woman hero, and he was number one. just like he dreamt, just like he imagined the future would be for the two of you all those years ago.
you were picking out some drinks from the vending machine, a pocky hanging out your mouth as you decided between two flavors.
you finally chose, having two drinks in your hand for you and katsuki when he suddenly dragged you into an alleyway, grunting when he pushed you against the wall.
deja vu? maybe, you felt like you lived through this before, the same mindless stampede of girls rushing past.
"i told you to clip down your hair."
"shut up. don't they even care that we're married now? why do they fucking bother?." he sighed, annoyed as he lightly grabbed the can out your hand, his frustration not matching his actions.
"well, maybe we need something that'd make it even more official." a lightbulb went over the both of your heads. you faced each other, a streetlight letting you see the slight pink tint of his cheeks.
"a ca-"
"a baby."
you laughed, keeling over at the sight of his face that grew impossibly red.
you went home, hand in hand, the photos of the two of you together making rounds in the media again.
but as you laid with his head laid on your lap, your head rested comfortably against the furniture you'd chosen for your home?
you couldn't help but feel like everything worked out perfectly.
and with the new addition of your family laid sleeping on top of katsuki's chest.
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âjust the tipâ turing into âi know you can take it just a few more roundsâ with kinich? im totally normal about this man i promise đââď¸
7 rounds, with a side of coffee please!
nsfw utc, marathon sex if u squint, sex mention + the morning after, usage of 'cunt' but think of this how u want (I don't specify pronouns), praise kink, mentions of blindfold/rope (not the main point), shower sex somewhat (again not the main point)
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he promised you it'd be just his tip snug inside your cunt. why are his thrusts soo mean now! (you asked for it)
all happening right after a celebration party mualani throws- she offers you two a house to share before going home. (three-day celebration in which you both do it on the third day)
he said he'd be gentle, that was four rounds ago. it felt as if he was losing his sanity inside you (literally), and he only wanted more.
the coos, and whispers against the shell of your ear- fuck you couldn't help but get turned on. he could feel the hefty amount of essence, and wetness on his shaft, as it spread everywhere.
the different speeds you could observe throughout the seven separate rounds you both underwent, he was rougher in the middle- vanilla towards the end.
spending the first few hours letting your tight cunt get used to his girth and length. fuck it was already the morning after but it's as if it was still there, your legs trembling at the thought.
he loved how loud you were last night though, he could hear the sounds of animals nearby getting startled. and a knock on the door from a neighbor, haha.
he was against the idea of tying you down to the bed or blindfolding you at first. but he will give in if you ask nicely, say please :)
he prefers he handles you himself, your skin on his, nothing in between. but it definitely would help him out by not needing to hold you down. the only times he does do it on his own when you don't ask is when you've been a little more than just 'bad'.
his tattoos glow a little when he gets pleasured, so in a way, you get clues on your own when you rode him, which spot he preferred inside you, or which position he preferred... (it was cowgirl by the way)
his hands cause marks on your skin, and he genuinely feels bad. he always offers help to cover them by wrapping his jacket around your waist or making his headwear into a scarf to cover up the hickeys on your nape.
yet you couldn't discard the feeling of the previous night. would always remind you whenever you tried to move the next. using nearby objects for support 'till kinich noticed, and wrapped your arm around his neck instead to support you, or full-on bridal style, whatever you want.
how he whispered "don't worry, let's just get you to the bed" sounded so familiar to the tone he used yesterday to tell you how good you took his cock inside you. about how deep it was... or how he'd fill you up to your very brim. "not a drop wasted." word for word.
"i know you can take it for a lil' longer, sweetheart... c'mon..." is all you heard in the moment as his godly speed along with merciless thrusts ironically enough. his mouth lusted praise into your hears, while his dick said much else.
he spent a few rounds thinking about what position he wanted to fuck you in the most. but he was stuck between his top three; missionary, mating press, and cowgirl. he couldn't decide but doggy style was a close second.
he much preferred a position in which he could stare at your features when doing so. like missionary- he could lean in to kiss your sweaty forehead, and hold your hips close to his as he repeatedly slammed himself inside.
or mating press where he could get a pretty lil' close-up of your face, he could feel your legs get tired while he trusted inside though, and honestly felt bad, that's when he started slowing down. instead of the ruthless pounding, he'd be a regular to grinded his angry red tip against your g-spot in hopes it's just as pleasurable as the previous feeling.
maybe it was cowgirl, wherein you'd do all the work. and he could watch how good your cunt swallows him whole, or how your head threw back in pleasure because of his cock. nothing turned him on more than your own expression. gosh, he could already feel himself harden at the sudden thought of it.
honestly would be the same for reverse cowgirl but if he were going to be real with you- he'd rather watch your expression range from your eyes rolling to the back of your head rather than for those beautiful faces you make be faced away from him. he could care less about seeing how you take it from behind somewhat.
it was the sixth round in which you remembered he was the loudest in, and in all honesty, it wasn't even supposed to go up 'till seven rounds. but you looked just so.. appetizing in your bathrobe. the fact you trust him so much enough to shower with him, he still blushed at the thought even when you've been together for about three years now.
he could feel his orgasm build up again as he pinned you to the wall of the steamy hot springs. shit, he knows mualani would get mad; having to clean the pool again but he couldn't help but release on your back as it arched, you both climaxing together.
maybe he did have a favorite though, and it didn't necessarily concern his shaft rubbing against you this time.
the way you tasted definitely changed his point of view on intercourse. damn did it taste better than any meat stew he's eaten and made before!
but how could he not? you forgot your last pair of clothing for the night, having to borrow his and fuck. he's turned on again from the sight of you in his clothing.
too late to realize when he already lifted the shirt up a little to seep his tongue into your hole. fingers already working over your clit, making sure you feel everything.
oh he knew how much you liked when he hummed in response to your little whimpers to turn them into moans, and whines. of his name? of course!
you tasted nice, especially when your gummy walls clenched around his fingers as they interchanged positions with his tongue, he landed pretty little kitty licks onto your clit. he added another digit up into your entrance as they curled riiiiight theeeree...
flashback over, the night was done and dawn arrived as kinich decided on just carrying you bridal style home using his rope to quickly travel back instead of using mualani's koholasaurus like previously done (took two days to arrive LOL).
mualani arrived at the hot springs near to the home she lent you both to, cookies and milk in hand. "man.. i didn't even get to say goodby- is that.. white in the water.. KINIIIIIIIIICH!!!"
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âthere she isâŚâ theo drawls in a low, husky voice, his imposing and intimidating face instantly lighting up at the sight of you. he takes one last quick drag from his cigarette before tossing it to the ground, casually putting it out with the heel of his shoe.
âmy favourite customer. missed me already, sweetheart?â you feel your cheeks heat up at his flirty remark, a wide, flustered smile uncontrollably tugging at your glossy lips.
âmhm, always. canât you tell, baby?â he chuckles in response, shaking his head slightly in surprised amusement as he momentarily glances at the ground, clearly taken aback. when his eyes move back up, you notice him quickly checking you out, eyes scanning your body and lingering on your tits for a moment before they finally land on your charming, captivating eyes that drive him wild each time.
âwhat can i do for you, maâam?â he questions, his tall frame slowly inching closer to you as he unconsciously bites his busted lip, your eyes narrowing when you notice the healing but still visible wound.
âwhat happened?!â you blurt out, both curiosity and worry evident on your pretty face, filling him with a sudden, indescribable warmth.
ânothinâ you gotta worry your pretty head over.â he begins, trying to dismiss it, but you continue to stare at him with furrowed brows, clearly not accepting it as an answer. âjust, uh, heard some guys on the street call you names behind your back when we met last time. canât let anyone disrespect my customers like that, yâknow? especially not my favourite one.â
you unconsciously tilt your head to the side, eyes narrowed as you study his expression, trying to determine whether heâs speaking the truth or if itâs another one of his flirty gesturesâ but as far as you can tell with your fair amount of human knowledge, he seems to be speaking the truth.
âwell⌠i donât need a man to take care of me.â you begin, teasingly smiling as you gaze up at him through your eyelashes, your thumb then carefully brushing over the painful-looking wound. âbut uh, thank you. thatâs very sweet, i appreciate it.â you say softly, before your voice turns more stern. âdonât get into fights because of me again thoughâ i mean, who do i go to when youâre on âsick leaveâ?â
he lets out a deep laugh, eyes still glued to yours. âyes, maâam⌠no more fights.â he responds, his hand giving a playful but lazy salute as he smiles warmly at you. his expression then gradually softens as his eyes shift to your lips, and itâs quiet for a moment, the pent-up tension only building, and for a split second, it feels like your lips are uncontrollably gravitating towards his like a magnetâ but then he breaks the silence.
âso, uhm⌠what is it gonna be this time?â
âoh, uh, just the usual. youâ you still got some?â
âfor you? âcourse i do.â he reaches into the pockets of his jacket and takes out a tiny bag filled with fine, white powder that glistens in the light, playfully dangling it in front of you while you reach for your own pockets to grab some cash.
âhow much do i owe you?â you ask, but instead of giving you a clear answer, he leans towards you and swiftly moves his arm around your body, slipping the small, clear bag into the back pocket of your jeans.
ânothinâ. this oneâs on me, pretty girl.â he whispers as he cheekily winks at you, his deep voice and warm hand on your ass making your heart race, before he slowly slips his hand out again. âbut donât think this is gonna happen each time, aâight? next time youâre gonna have to just payâ with a kiss, at least.â
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enhypen x gn!reader | vulnerable moments
enhypen showing vulnerability in your relationship genre. fluff, some angst, hcs + established relationship cw. none!
heeseung
your boyfriend nearly laughed in your face when you suggested to give him a bath. âiâm not 80â he drawled, causing you to roll your eyes. heeseung had been complaining about his body being a bit sore so you wanted to help him feel a bit better.
âlet me take care of youâŚyou never do.â you pouted, pushing heeseung in the direction of the bathroom.
âis this just a plot to get me to take my clothes o-â you shut the door in his face, telling him to get undressed. you had already prepared the bath tub for him, knowing that even though he would probably protest at first, you would get him in there somehow.
once heeseung called you back in, you giggled at the sight of him surrounded by bubbles. he looked relaxed, despite fighting the idea before.
when you knelt down next to the tub, you began to run soap over his body. you stopped to massage his shoulders a bit and heeseung hummed with content.
âdidnât know i was at a spa today.â heeseung joked, causing you to pinch his side. he yelped and turned his body to face you, a shocked expression on his face.
âshush, hee.â you giggled, turning him back around to continue washing him. after you were done, you handed heeseung a towel and walked out of the bathroom to give him privacy. for the rest of the night, you decided to pamper him. even doing his skincare which heeseung appreciated very much. he relaxed into your touch, smiling up at you as you applied lotion to his face.
âi love you alot, you know?â heeseung spoke up before placing a light kiss on your hand. you smiled back at him.
âi love you too.â
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jay
âwhy do you always act that way around him?â you sighed, facing your boyfriend who looked just as upset as you were. the two of you had come back to jayâs apartment after meeting up with some friends, one of them being a guy that jay didnât like. he claimed that your friend actually had a crush on you, he may have been right but at the moment you were too upset to care.
âit doesnât matter if he likes me or not, im dating you!â you exclaimed, tired of the argument that wasnât going anywhere. jay was fuming, pacing back and forth across the kitchen floor.
âit does matter! what if you see how great he is after hanging out with him so much? what if you see how much better he could be for you than i am.â he replied, his voice cracking a bit. all anger you once had suddenly vanished and instead you felt sad. jay was jealous, sure, but only because he hadnât felt secure in your relationship.
you wordlessly walk over to jay before wrapping your arms around him into a hug. he immediately reciprocates, not being able to stay mad at you for very long.
âsometimes i feel like iâm not good enough for you.â he mumbles, his grip still firm around your waist. you pull away slightly to look at his handsome face, smiling at him reassuringly.
âyouâre more than enough. youâre everything to me, jay, please donât ever forget that.â
jake
jake was sure he was in heaven, his head resting on your stomach as your fingers ran through his hair. jake let out a few low hums, his eye closed as he basked in the feeling of having you with him. the boy was fully relaxed and completely at your mercy, but he was comfortable. jake always felt comfortable around you, enough to even let you baby him a bit.
âyouâre so tired, huh? had a long day?â you asked softly, your voice nearly a whisper but your tone was as if you were speaking to a small animal. jake knew his friends would have a a laugh if they saw him like that, responding to your words as if he werenât a fully grown 21 year old.
âmhm.â he hummed in response, snuggling his head impossibly deeper into your hoodie, the one that smelled like your sweet perfume that he adored so much.
sunghoon
you walked into your boyfriendâs room, expecting him to be sleeping or playing a game on his computer. you didnât expect to see him simply staring out his window, playing with his hands idly.
âsunghoon?â you broke the silence, causing your boyfriend to look at you with a sad expression. you immediately rushed over to him, sitting next to the boy on his bed.
âwhat happened?â you ask, brushing a loose strand of hair away from his eye. sunghoon takes a deep breath before explaining everything to youâ how drained he was, how at times he felt as if he wasnât good at what he did. he poured out his heart to you, telling you exactly how he felt. he suddenly became choked up, his eyes watering with unshed tears. and then, sunghoon began to cry.
you froze, not knowing how to react considering that you had never seen your boyfriend cry before. he tried to cover his face, but the way his shoulders shook and the sounds of soft cries filling the room showed that he was truly upset. the sight broke your heart and you immediately pulled sunghoon into your chest. he wrapped his arms around your waist, crying into your shirt.
âitâs okay, itâll be okay.â you mumbled softly as you ran your hands through sunghoonâs hair to comfort him.
sunoo
towards the beginning of your relationship, sunoo had been very hesitant with affection. you two would hold hands and exchange soft kisses, but he hadnât been one for cuddling and long hugs.
one day, to your surprise, sunoo decided that he wanted to be extra close to you. the two of you were resting on the couch watching a movie and you had decided to lay down. sunoo laid down behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist burying his face into your neck. you tensed at the sudden action, not expecting your boyfriend to cuddle you. sunoo thought you were uncomfortable and went to pull away.
âno! you can stay like that- i was just shocked thatâs all.â you spoke up, placing his arms back around your waist.
âim sorry that i havenât been as affectionate.â sunoo sighed, tightening his hold around your waist. you smiled and pushed yourself further into him, feeling warm and comforted in his embrace.
âdonât apologize, sun. i love you regardless.â
jungwon
jungwon appearing at the doorframe of your dark room did scare you a bit. he had just stood there quietly, similar to horror movie characters before they attack their victim.
âyou okay?â you asked your boyfriend before sitting up from your bed and turning on the small bedside lamp. a frown was evident on jungwonâs face, his eyes glossy.
ânot really.â he tried to crack a smile, which looked like more of a grimace. you extended your arms, a silent invitation for jungwon to join you. the boy slowly trudged over to your bed, plopping himself down on the mattress, half of his body ontop of yours.
jungwon explained everything to you, how he felt and how his mental health had been affected recently due to his stress. you listened attentively, letting him rant to you, even if some of his words became a jumbled mess. as soon as he was finished speaking, he slumped into your body, the weight of his bottled up feelings had finally been released.
you ran your hand across his back and held him close, feeling happy that he decided to open up to you. during your relationship so far you had never had such talks with jungwon. but it seemed as if you were turning over a new leaf.
riki
he just couldnât take his eyes off you. you were so gorgeous, adorable, prettyâ any similar word riki could think of. you looked up at your boyfriend, dropping the lego piece that you were holding in your hand. usually riki looked away when he caught you staring, but this time he met your gaze.
âwhat?â you asked sharply, not meaning for it to come out that way but you suddenly felt self conscious due to his eye contact. riki didnât take your tone to heart, simply shrugging his shoulders.
âi love you.â he mumbled, still looking at you from across the set of legos you were both building. you paused, your stomach exploding with butterflies.
âi love you a lot and you mean everything to me. i know i probably donât say it often, but i just wanted you to know. i hope to be by your side for a long time.â riki added on, suddenly becoming shy and looking away. you smiled before crawling over to riki and pulling him into a hug. the boy had never been so open with you before but you appreciated it greatly.
âi love you too, ki. i promise to be by your side for a very long time.â you replied, pulling back slightly and holding your pinky out. riki looked down at your hand and chuckled before linking his pinky with yours.
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Class 1A boys being called prettyâââ*:ăťďž
MHA + fem!reader
Established ! Relationships
Characters: Izuku, katsuki, Shoto, Tenya, Eijirou, Denki, Sero, Tokoyami, Aoyama, Ojiro, Sato, Shoji, Koji!
IZUKU~
âHey pretty boy!â âErm no. I preferâŚhandsomeâ âspeak up!â âI said I prefer to be called handsome.â He grumbles âWell pretty Boy rolls off the tongue better so Iâm sticking to it. Now get to class, pretty boy~â âbut- I..- fineâŚthanks for the complimentâŚâ he walks away mopey but flustered by the compliment. Later he says how he doesnât mind you calling him that, but heâs stubborn so he mumbles while explaining that he doesnât mind
KATSUKI~
âHowâs your day pretty boy?â You sneak up in hun so he didnât realize it was you âWHO SAID THAT? IM GUNNA K- ohâ he turns around to see you with an unimpressed look âsorryâŚwas that you who called me that?â âUh yeahâŚ?â âHm. Whatever, I GUESS itâs fine.â Later he asks you to call him pretty again while cuddling after school but shhh donât tell anyone-
SHOTO~
âHey babe!â He was currently sitting in the lunch room alone waiting for you âhi y/nâŚâ âyoure looking very pretty today~ you almost sparkleâ you joke âI sparkle? Is there glitter on me?â âNoâŚitâs a joke. But you do look pretty!â âOhâŚthank you loveâŚâ he whispers that last part since heâs somewhat caught off guard, he never really thought someone would call him attractive let alone pretty
TENYA~
Rarely do you see him without glasses so when he took them off to clean them you had to say something. âYouâre really prettyâŚâ âhm?â âYou. Youâre really prettyâ his jaw drops along with his glasses. He picks them up and puts them back on before turning away from you to calm down âwhy would y/n say that, is it just because Iâm her boyfriend or is it genuine?â He whispered âI can hear you pretty boy!â âAGH!â
EIJIROU~
âYouâre kinda prettyâŚâ You say holding your cheek âwhat?â âYouâre kinda pretty.â âWhat no reallyâŚ?â âYeah really~â âah jeezâŚthanks y/nâŚâ it really made him feel better, like REALLY he wouldnât leave you alone for the rest of the week. Through out the day you could hear him say âdo it again!â âPlease!!!â âJust call me pretty one more time?â But not in front of anyone! He canât be caught being soft even though itâs obvious
DENKI~
âHow was class pretty boy?â He just sits there with a dumb look at he thinks for a second âwhat?!â âHow was your class?â âNO! The other thing.â âPretty boy?â âHuehehehe yeahâ he sits there biting his lip looking dumb âok Iâm never calling you that again.â âNO thatâs NOT fair!â âThen stop being stupid.â
SERO~
âAw Man cant You Call me anything else? Maybe dashing or something?â âAw whyy? You donât like being called pretty?â âWellâŚnot in front of everyone, no.â He whispers âbut I guess itâs okâŚplease call me that in private laterâŚâ âdonât worry I will!â
TOKOYAMI~
âYouâre honestly kinda prettyâŚnever really thought about it but youâre really majesticâ he blinks a few times before responding âI literally have a bird head how is that pretty?â âBirds are really prettyâŚdonât you think?â You say softly âUhmâŚyes some bird are very beautifulâ you flash a smile âexactlyâ he closes his eyes and crosses his arms, once you look away he smiles
AOYAMA~
Dude he loves it?! âHey pretty boyâ âwell I am quiet pretty arenât I?â He winks âjust take the compliment.â He pouts âfineâŚjust say it againâ âughâŚyouâre very pretty..and sparklyâ âyou are the love of my life~!â He says with actual tears in his eyes
OJIRO~
âWhy pretty?â âWhy not?â âi guess you have a pointâ you nod, he starts to fiddle with his tail before speaking âyou really think Iâm attractive? Let alone pretty?â You scoff âhell yeah!â âWowâŚthanks!â He hugs his tail with a dumb smile
SATO~
âYou look reallyyy pretty when youâre focused on baking!â He looks away from the counter and over to you âwhat?â âYou look pretty Sato!â He inhaled and gives you a wiggly smile âthanks y/n! Iâll make you some cookies tooâŚâ he says almost shyly
SHOJI~
He was changing his mask infront of you and you decided to speak up âyou know all those scars look really pretty on youâ ââŚw-what?â âYou look pretty! With and without your maskâ âuhm well..I uh- you knowâŚthank you.â He lets his head fall in embarrassment, but also feeling confident after what you said. âEven prettier when you blushâ âSTOPâ
KOJI~
âHey pretty boy!â â*squeals*â end of story.
Jk; âhey pretty boy!â He looks over at you, before covering his face with his hands, letting out a whiny âstop,stop,stopâŚâ âhaha! Iâm just trying to compliment you! You deserve it?â â*squealing noises* stopâŚâ âwhy?â âHe peaks his eye out of his hands âbecauseâŚI canât handle itâŚâ
HiâŚ.this ainât proof readđ
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𧧠pairing: choi seungcheol x afab!reader 𧧠wordcount: 23.5k words
𧧠reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3! tumblr is based on reblogs not likes, and they help writers like me to get better reach. thank you ^~^
𧧠genre: best friends to friends with benefits to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, smut (mdni 18+)
𧧠summary: all it took was one kiss and suddenly you and Seungcheolâs friendship has turned upside down. 𧧠In other words: exploring how far the boundaries of your lifelong friendship can take the two of you, you and Seungcheol try to navigate what it's like to be friends with benefits. just because you're secrelty in love with each other won't fuck everything up...right?
𧧠tags: bsf!seungcheol, nonidol!au, rich!seungcheol, middleclass!reader, sml!wonwoo, jealous!cheol, possesive!cheol, mutual pining, SLOW BURN, ANGST, both mc's are heavily in denial, lotssss of miscommunication and misunderstandings, they are one year apart, jeonghan is the only sane person, hoshi is a clingy drunk, mona eisa makes an appearance!, its such a cliche story but i love it, they make bad decsions when theyre 'h' word... 𧧠smut tags/warnings: dom!scoups, sub!reader, multiple smut scenes, p in v unprotected sex, semi-public sex (sorry), slight mutal intoxicated sex in the first smut scene, choking, slapping, multiple positons, oral (f. receiving), fingering, creampie, praise and degradation, pet names (baby, angel, princess, love).
𧧠note: finally... its here. im sorry for the long wait :"). i thought i was only going to do 10k words but i got carried way. i want to thank @mysafehaneul who helped me with editing this story as well as my two irl friends who brainstormed ideas with me through out the writing process <3. if i've missed any tags/warnings please dont be afraid to lmk! anyways,,, im excited because this thing is my baby, i hope you enjoy! your thoughts and comments are always welcome :') leave me a comment or ask if you want~
As long as you can remember, Seungcheol and you have been attached to the hip. Even though he was a year older than you, you couldnât remember the last time you spent a day without him, starting all the way from the young, bright age of 5, when you and your family moved into the small, humble house across his. Although your parents werenât very well off, Cheol was. It was an odd thing that you two were neighbours because his house was much more grand and nicer kept than yours. This didnât really bother you growing up though, he always made you feel like an equal. Â
Seungcheol has been with you through it all, from the petty fights in middle school to the pains of adolescence in high school. Heâs seen you at your worst like the time you tripped and fell trying to impress a cute guy at school, which resulted in a nosebleed. You were so embarrassed but at the end of the day, Cheol was there to help you clean your bloody nose and pick you back up. A true night and shining armour in disguise. He was the one to patch up your heart, breakup after breakup. Always your shoulder to lean on when youâre feeling down, and especially when youâre happy.Â
A man and best friend like Choi Seungcheol didnât come around very often, and you took notice of that since you were young. You cherish every moment you have and will have with him. He is a true gentleman with a heart of gold, heâs handsome, smart, rich and caring. Every single box on your list is ticked off when it comes to him. Yet, you know that no matter how hard you love him, you will only ever be his best friend. The girl he sees is practically his younger sister. The bittersweet feeling of being so close to him tugs your heart till it's torn. It took you a long time to accept that all youâll ever be is his best friend, and even now youâre still trying to accept this fact.Â
I.
Fall freshly arrived in your city. The bustling sound of cars, the light whistle of the wind, the leaves that would crunch with each step. It is the perfect atmosphere for you and Seungcheol's weekend movie marathon. On todayâs agenda is Divergent, a series you loved reading growing up.Â
There you two sat, snuggling on the couch, wrapped in maybe ten pounds worth of blankets that could be someoneâs monthly rent downtown. This is why you loved having movie marathons at Seungcheolâs place, he always has the best blankets, the best pillows, the best snacks; you could go on for days with reasons.Â
Your head on his shoulder, his arm resting behind you on the couch, everything felt perfect. If you closed your eyes for just one second, you could pretend that you and he were together and that this was just a stay-at-home type of date. But, the moment your eyes open again you are faced with the reality of the situation.Â
âWow, this movie was a lot better when I was like 13âŚâ you snort after finishing re-watching Divergent for the first time in a long time. Only because Cheol hadnât seen it before.Â
âHmm, it's not that bad..?â He tries to defend the movie, but as someone who read all the books in middle school, you knew that it just didnât compare.Â
âNo Cheol you donât understand, itâs just gets worse from here. I really donât know why they didnât just decide to follow the book more properly. The first one was so good.â you huff with a frustrated sigh after finishing your rant.Â
Seungcheol can only chuckle, his voice sending vibrations from how close in proximity you two were. He didnât mind the physical affection between the two of you, after being around each other for so long, you two became accustomed to it. You were always the type to rant to him about the little things, and he just likes to sit there and listen. He always wants to be the person you go to when you want to let your feelings out, no matter how trivial your tangents are.Â
âY/n, if you hate the last two movies why are we watching them?â He asks you, his brow quirked up.Â
âYouâre right actually, maybe we can watch something elseâŚâ You agree, your head craned up to look at him from where youâre positioned. A small smile danced across your lips, so close to him you could feel his breath fan your face. The smell of his cologne tickles your nostrils.Â
âWanna watch Ponyo?â Seungcheol suggests he knows how much you love Ghibli movies. You always like to mention to him that youâre Ponyo and heâs Souske. He doesn't disagree with you, jesting that he would carry you around in a bucket full of water as Souske does.Â
Agreeing, giving an affirmative nod, you snuggle into him further as he changes the movie, exiting out of the dumpster fire they call the Divergent. As the movie starts to play, you think back to all the times Seungcheol was your Souske, and all the times he spent making sure you would heal from your hurt.Â
II.Â
Seungcheol has always seen himself as your best friend. The man that will be there for you when you have no one else to turn to. He has never seen you as more than his best friend, his y/n. He is a man who never second-guesses himself, always keeping a strong-willed sense of mind. Every time one of his friends asked him if he had feelings for you, he would simply answer no; and that you were like a younger sister to him.Â
That first year was lonely for him, he didnât really know anyone and all his classes kept him away from socializing. The only thing that seemed to have stayed constant was you. You face-timed him at least once a week before he went to bed, never forgetting to remind him how much you missed him, and how much you cared for him. In the simplest words, you were his rock for during first year.Â
Seungcheol was never warned about how lonely and jarring your first year could be. The change in place, people, and most importantly the change in the fact that you werenât there experiencing it beside him. He was never one to believe clichè sayings, but he finally understood what the saying âdistance makes the heart grow fonderâ really felt like. He had gotten so overwhelmed from the loneliness he even began to write you letters, ones he would never actually send out, as cheesy as it sounds. But knowing that he was addressing them to you brought him some type of solace in that first year.Â
 A year later you came to study at the same university, and he was elated, to say the least. Finally, he had thought to himself. The one person he hadnât been able to see, smell, or touch for a year was finally going to be in his proximity.Â
Unlike Cheol, you were only able to go to this school through bursaries and scholarships, your parents simply just couldnât afford to send you to school in a different city otherwise. It reminded you how lucky Seungcheol was to receive support from his parents, getting and going to school was nothing he had to ever think twice about. You knew you couldâve stayed with your family, and gone to school closer to your house, but with Cheol away, it just wasnât the same. Nothing had felt the same since he left. But this didnât matter to you the moment you felt his arms wrap around you again.Â
You stood there in the airport all alone, eyes searching for a head of freshly dyed blond hair. The moment you heard his voice call your name, you knew you were finally home.Â
âY/n!â An excited, deep voice calls out for you.Â
You whip your head around to see him. The man you hadnât seen in so long, the man you were so desperately in love with. Your best friend.Â
âCheol!â A squeal escapes your lips, you run to him. He pulls you into a tight hug, wrapping his large hands around your smaller frame. Swinging you around like crazy, a laugh bubbles up from your throat.Â
âIâve missed you so much y/n.â Cheol exasperates as he hugs you tighter, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.
âIâve missed you too CheolâŚâ You whisper into his chest, breathing in his expensive cologne, not caring that you are in public; staying there to embrace him for a weirdly long period of time. âNever leave for that long again.âÂ
III.
âY/n for fucks sake please stop asking me if we can match for Halloween,â Seungcheol whines, his hands running over his face in exhaustion.Â
âCâmon it be so fun please please pleaseee,â you beg, your âpleaseâsâ getting longer with each second he refuses. Youâre both sat on his couch, the morning after your movie marathon sleepover. Kneeling beside his spot on the sofa, shaking his shoulder excessively to get him to agree with you.Â
Itâs a week before Jeonghanâs infamous Halloween party, one that youâve attended every year since you moved here. It is known for being one of the biggest parties of the year, and Jeonghan is the most dramatic yet genius host on campus. Everyone goes, and you mean everyone. This year is no different than the previous ones. You and Cheol have gone together every year, and he has yet to do a matching costume with you. This year youâre simply not backing down from a simple no.Â
âBut Tom and Jerry would be so funny!â You attempt to reason with him, giving him your biggest doe eyes and sweetest pout. You looked ridiculous, begging like a Victorian child asking for an extra piece of bread.Â
âFine. Fine!â Seunghceol finally gives in. If there was something he just canât resist, itâs when you beg to him with puppy dog eyes. It somehow has always worked for you, even when you two were kids.Â
âYes! Finally oh my god, iâve been waiting for this to happen for the past 3 years!â You jump around victoriously in your fluffy pyjamas. Seungcheol canât help but laugh at your celebratory dance, especially when you wore fluffy bunny printed pjâs.Â
âOk ok calm down, Iâll only allow it if I get to be the stupid Jerry cat.â he grumbles, arms crossed as he leans against his couch.Â
âYou mean Tom you idiot..â You muttered under your breath as you sit back on the couch, returning back to the Ghibli marathon.Â
You werenât very slick though, Seungcheol weirdly had a great sense of hearing for someone who can act like an old man sometimes. He turns to you with a glare and you let out a squeak, ready to run away from his hold, wow he is really taking his Tom role seriously, you thought as he chased you around his apartment. The sound of child-like laughter fills the space, your Ghibli movie long forgotten.Â
IV.
Monday had finally rolled around the corner, which you dread even more after spending the weekend in Paradise a lĂ Seungcheol, a.k.a his apartment; which was a lot more fun to be at in comparison to your own. He lived on one of the highest floors in his apartment building, while you lived in the cheapest place closest to campus. It was kind of laughable how different your life is compared to Seungcheolâs, yet out of everyone heâs your bestfriend.Â
Whatâs even worse about this Monday is that youâre finally getting your assigned partner for the midterm project. With your fingers crossed you hope that the professor would pair you up with either Jeonghan or Seunghcheol. At least it would make doing the project a little bit more bearable, especially knowing that the whole project itself is worth fifteen percent of your grade. Not a lot but enough to make a dent in your average if you get careless, which you canât afford. Literally.Â
âOkay, so Iâm just going to start assigning people randomlyâŚâ The professor drones on before beginning to give out assigned partners.Â
âY/n L/n and Jeon Wonwoo.â Your name is finally called, and thank the heavens your partner is someone you actually know, and someone you know who is smart too.Â
In a hurried fashion, you make your way to sit beside Wonwoo. You two werenât really all that close, but you had mutual friends. He is often seen with Mingyu, considering the fact that they are roommates. You had only learnt this from Seungcheol, who was closest to Mingyu. A golden retriever turned person who he had become friends with at the end of his first year in uni.Â
Wonwoo is an attractive guy, and smart too, which you cannot deny. He was relatively popular for those reasons, but you never really paid much attention to him. Only ever talking to him at parties or in the student union centre eating lunch with Cheol, Mingyu, and Vernon. Honestly, you were just glad to be paired with someone who you know isnât going to make you do the whole damn thing by yourself.Â
You slip into the desk where he sits, exchanging a soft hello before bringing out your laptop to write notes. âHey Wonwoo, I donât know if you remember me but Iâm Y/n.âÂ
âYeah I remember you, youâre Seungcheolâs best friend right?â He asks, probably thinking you look familiar from all the times you had been seen walking around campus with Cheol.
âI am, unfortunatelyâŚhaha.â You laugh awkwardly along with your joke, trying to break the ice between you two. Wonwoo just nods his head at you slowly, aware of your attempt to make a joke. He definitely wasnât much of a talker. You picked up on that every time Mingyu had brought him around, and every time you saw him he was either on his phone or talking to a friend quietly in a corner.Â
You two got down to business pretty quickly after your lousy attempt to try and make conversation. This is definitely one of those moments that would potentially keep you up a night. The ones where youâre trying to fall asleep and suddenly remember an embarrassing thing you did or said.Â
On the other side of the room are Jeonghan and Seunghceol, and much to Seungcheol's dismay he got paired up with the one person he didnât want to be with. The moment the professors called out their names, Jeonghan turned around giving him the biggest shit-eating grin. With the professorâs queue, he makes his way to sit beside Cheol, sitting too close for comfort.Â
Jeonghan loves to tick Seungcheol off, he thinks itâs a great way to pass the time. Maybe even one of his favourites. There was something about getting under his skin that he just found so amusing. It doesnât really help that Jeonghan is one of Y/nâs closest friends, second to Cheol even.Â
He met Y/n in her first year at the University and even knew Cheol prior to Y/n, but the two men somehow never really got along. Jeonghan and Y/n shared an intro to psychology class back in her first year and became close for sharing an innate hatred towards their professor. After that, they were like two peas in a pod. Four years into their friendship, Jeonghan still relentlessly teases Cheol, especially when Y/n is around.Â
Jeonghan has always been an observant man, at least heâd like to think so. The first time he saw Y/n and Seungcheol interact he could tell from the beginning that they were hopelessly in love with each other. Although he would never outright butt into their relationship, he definitely knows how to push things along. Their body language towards each other really was the biggest giveaway and the way Cheol gives into everything Y/n would say. Whatâs even more laughable was the fact that they were both deeply in denial, for what reason? Jeonghan didnât know but he found their oblivious attitude to be insufferable. Call him bitter but after spending much time with the two of them he just wanted them to finally bite the bullet and date already.Â
âHmm look at Y/n getting all cozy with Wonwoo, they would be cute together wouldnât they Cheollie?â Jeonghan provoked, calling Seungcheol by a horrid nickname. He poked at Seungcheols arm, giving him a cheshire cat grin. The blond man was not very amused by Jeonghanâs antics, giving him a deathly glare.Â
âYouâre blowing this out of proportion you idiot, theyâre just partners for a project.â Seungcheol scoffs, rolling his eys at how fast Jeonghan is shipping you with Wonwoo. âAlso stop fucking calling me Cheollie, its such an ugly nickname.â
âWhy not Cheollie? You let Y/n call you thatâŚâ He wiggles his eyebrows. âIâm just saying people donât just start dating out of nowhere, plus theyâll be spending a lot of alone time together.â Jeonghan eggs on, nudging Seungcheol with his elbow.
Seungcheol moves his attention towards you, boring holes into the back of you and Wonwooâs head. Seeing you with Wonwoo didnât settle right with him, he wasnât sure why. Maybe itâs because of what Jeonghan said or the fact that imagining you so close with another man wasnât something he was used to. It doesnât matter anyways, theyâre just partners, nothing else, Seungcheol thought. He lets out a huff of vexation, bracing himself for the upcoming weeks he has to put up with Jeonghanâs antics.Â
X.
The day of Jeonghanâs party had finally arrived, and you couldnât be more excited. Midterms had just finished up and you were more than ready to drink away the stress. You hadnât been to a party in a while now, and you were definitely due for a good one. You were dying just to get your mind off school at least for one night, drinking with your friends and wear a skimpy halloween costume.Â
The walk to Seungcheolâs apartment isnât very long, a brisk five minutes and youâre already in front of the entrance. You were excited to see his costume, especially because you havenât seen him dress up for halloween since you two were kids. As you walked down to his apartment you couldnât help but appreciate the perfect weather for tonights party. The slightly chilly wind blowing through your hair, the moon full and shining bright in the already dark sky. You just had a weird flutter in your heart that gave you the impression that this party isnât going to be like any of the previous ones.Â
Walking down the hall to your best friendâs place always has you in awe, no matter how many times youâve been down the path to his apartment. Most of the time you felt out of place, everything is so extravagant. The doorman, the high-speed elevator, and especially Cheolâs large floor to ceiling windows. It had a whole view of the bustling city and it took the breath out of you everytime you would spend a few minutes appreciating the scenery.Â
You knock on his door, and not more than a few seconds later hes opening the door for you. A hearty laugh leaves your lips as your met with the image of him wearing grey cat ears. His cheeks rosy and the tips of his ears turn a hot red as he lets you in. you canât help but giggle as you make your way into his living room.Â
Seungcheol may be a little embarrassed by the cat ears but the real reason heâs blushing so hard isnât because youâre laughing at him. The moment he opened the door the first thing he notices is your costume. He mentally slapped himself trying not to drool at your figure. The brown corset you had on hugs your waist perfectly, the tightness accenuating your cleavage. Your breasts are practically spilling out of the top and the view is causing all the blood in his body to rush to his head. As you walked past him laughing he couldnât help but look down at how little your skirt covered. His heart was beating so fast, but he quickly masks his desire for you with annoyance.Â
âI think this is the first time Iâve seen you in cat ears.â Youâre practically creasing on his couch, laughing after every word.Â
âYouâre the one who wanted to do Tom and Jerry!â he defends himself, a displeased look plastered on his face.Â
âO-ok sorry sorry, itâs cute! Donât worry.â A giggle slips past your lips. You stand up and fix his cat ears, your smile widening at the fact that heâs not happy with how âcuteâ his costume is. âCâmon lemme draw some whiskers and a nose on you.âÂ
Taking his hand, you lead him to the couch. You let him sit down comfortably on the couch before you climb onto his lap, your eyeliner pencil in hand, ready to draw some whiskers. You focus on giving a cute circular nose, your tongue sticking out a little in concentration. Not wanting to mess up the whiskers, you dont pay attention to anything else as you draw three straight lines on each of his cheeks.Â
Seungcheol on the other hand is trying very hard not to focus on you. His hands are squeezing your hips with an iron grip. The direct view of your cleavage, the proximity of your body, it was getting too much for him. You were so in your own world, concerned by his cat makeup that you donât even notice your skirt riding up the slightest bit. He takes notice of this, his breath caught in his throat. With your legs straddling his, he has a good view of your panties peaking out from your skirt. Seungcheol can feel himself getting aroused but heâs trying his best to ignore it, his hands starting to sweat profusely.Â
âFuckâŚâ He mumbles under his breath, looking straight down at your exposed underwear. He felt a bit like a pervert but he just couldnât tear his eyes away from your body.Â
âShh Iâm almost done promise.â You assure him, oblivious to the fact that heâs not whining about the make up. âAnnnd done!â A satisfied smile spreads across your face as you get off his lap. Pulling down your skirt a little because of it slightly hiking up from being on his lap.Â
With a relieved sigh, Seungcheol gets up from the couch after you. He wasnât sure why heâs feeling about this away about you all of sudden. Maybe it was because you two were so close in such an intimate way? No that canât be it, Seungcheol thinks to himself, weâve known each other for so long. Maybe its because your costume was accenuating every attractive thing about you, he really didnât know. But what he does know is if that happened again he wouldnât know what to do with himself. With that last thought, he decides to just brush it off for now. He feels more than ready to get some alcohol in his system.Â
âLets go?â Seungcheol asks, lending you his bicep to wrap your hand around. You nod, taking his arm before walking out of his apartment, ready for the fun night ahead.Â
VI.Â
You two arrive in front of Jeonghanâs house. It isnât a far walk from Seungcheolâs apartment, maybe five to eight minutes and you were already there. As you stroll along the side walk the music exuding from his house becomes increasingly loud. The thumping of the bass echoing slightly throughout the neighbourhood, the halloween decorations hanging off the exterior. You are a little bit in awe at how many people are able to fit in a tiny bungalow, but despite the crowded atmosphere, a party like this is a perfect way to celebrate the end of your midterms.Â
As you and Seungcheol enter the house, you can already recognize a few familiar faces from your classes as well as some of your closest friends. The music practically enveloped you the moment you stepped into the room, the bass causing your heart to thump out of your chest. You squeeze onto Seungcheolâs arm tighter, not wanting to lose him in the crowd. He keeps you close, fearing that you may disappear the moment he lets you go. As you continue to scan the room for your friends, one person in paritcualr catches your attention.Â
 Soonyoung who was of course wearing a tiger onesie, is already in a drunken state, swaying around aimlessly, bumping into people and then proceeding to apologize with a hug accompanied by a kiss on the cheek. Watching this unfold causes a giggle to escape your lips, you pat Seungcheol and motion to the silly drunkard making his way out of the heaps of people. Seungcheol chuckles at Soonyoung as he ends up making his way over to the two of you. The drunk tiger yells out for you , engulfing you and Cheol into a bone crushing hug. Â
âTypical of you Hosh, youâre already drunk off your ass,â you scold him as you call him by his nickname, patting his fluffly tiger hood. âNow what are you doing going around and giving people kisses?âÂ
âY/Nie stop acting like my mom, câmon lets go find Hao and the others.â Soonyoung whines, tugging on your arm so that you would follow him. You give Seungcheol a look, and he just nods, you knew that meant he would go and find you later. So you let Hoshi pull you away, brining you over to your friends.Â
You spot Jeonghan and Minghao conversing in a corner of the room. This is the first time youâve seen an angel look like they were out to do more bad than good. Jeonghanâs angel wings and halo shaking as he laughs at something Minghao says. On Jeonghanâs left side is a Mona Lisa painting with the head and arms cut out. You laugh at the way Minghao is constantly keeping his hands in the same way as the original position of the painting as he talks.Â
âY/N! Finally the party doesnât really start till youâre here.â Jeonghan greets you, taking you out of Hoshiâs grasp to pull you into a hug. âYour costume is adorable but also really sexy, Jerry right? Whereâs your Tom?âÂ
âGoodevening to you too Hannie, and uhmâŚMona Lisa?â You giggle at Minghaoâs odd choice in costume.
âMona Eisa actually.â He corrects and you donât even think to ask any further questions.Â
âWell⌠he wouldâve been here if this intoxicated hamster didnât pull me away from him.â You reply to Jeonghan, giving Soonyoung a look, seeing that heâs already cuddling up to Minghao, who doesnât seem too pleased by the sudden affection. âSoonyoung stop trying to strangle Hao, heâs not going to disappear.â you scold him again, resulting in a pouty tiger.Â
âJesus Soonyoung let go of me that onesie you have on is like a fucking space heater.â Minghao complains, trying to push Hoshi away. Hoshi only whines, holding on tighter. Looking at the situation unfolding, a stranger would think Minghao is the older one of the two. You have always known how much of a lightweight Hoshi is, but tonight it seems heâs had more than usual.Â
âY/N stop calling me a hamster, and Hao whatâs wrong with a hug? I thought we were friends..â He continues to whine, his cheeks red from the alcohol.
âWe wonât be if you keep holding onto me like that you idiot,â Minghao replies, giving Hoshi a warning look. He let Minghao go with a mope forming on his lips. Minghao can only laugh and pat his head. He wasnât a big fan of physical affection but he still adored Hoshi even if he was clingy. Y/N found their friendship amusing, they would always quarrel with one another yet still show affection when it really mattered.Â
âOk ok, break it up you two. Y/N over here is way too sober, letâs fix that.â Jeonghan suggests, and you happily agree. Hoshiâs face lights up and he attempts to follow the two of you. âNo Hoshi, not you, youâve had enough. Go find Seungkwan Hao, this guy needs to be put on an alcohol ban.âÂ
Soonyoung sulks even harder, causing his chubby cheeks to accentuate. It made you giggle at how cute he gets when heâs drinking. You bid your goodbyes to Hoshi and Minghao and follow Jeonghan into the kitchen. As you trek towards where the alcohol is you say hello to some of the people you were friendly with, complimenting the pretty costumes you saw on the way.Â
 When you finally reach the kitchen, the countertop is filled with bottles of every type of alcohol. You end up spotting Seungcheol standing around the island, talking and drinking with Mingyu, Vernon, and Wonwoo. They notice your presence immediately giving you a polite wave. Wonwoo on the other hand takes a longer than normal look at you. This catches Seungcheolâs attention, causing him to grip his red cup harder till it is slightly crumpled in his hand.Â
âCheollibee! I didnât see you come in earlier.â Jeonghan snickers, taking a good glance at his costume. This only makes Cheol scowl at him, muttering about the wretched nicknames Jeonghan is always coming up with.Â
âHello Jeonghan.â Seunghceol deadpans, still leaning leisurely against the island.Â
âYou wanna take a shot with me and Y/N? Itâll be fun, promise.â Jeonghan urges, a mischievous glint twinkling in his eyes. You watch the two and laugh, Seungcheol never fails to show his disdain for Jeonghan, it was kind of their thing.
âSure why not.â Cheol shrugs, coming up to the two of you. He stands behind you, your body pressed against the counter, you can feel his breath fan the back of your neck. Stiffening at the feeling, you watch him grab a bottle from in front of you before pouring out three shots. For some reason the music was nothing compared to how fast your pulse was beating in your ears right now.Â
Seungcheolâs strong bicep wraps around you to pour a sufficient amount of liquor in each glass, his cologne engulfing your senses. It makes your knees weak, the proximity of his body pressing up against you has your mind running laps. It was so close you could feel his front side brush up against your behind. The thin material of your skirt feeling the texture of his rough jeans.Â
âYou ready?â Seungcheol whispers in your ear as you look down at the shot glass that heâs trying to hand you. The way his breath fans across your face makes you shiver inwardly. You only nod, taking the little shot glass out of his grasp.Â
From Jeonghanâs point of view you look like a deer in headlights, he canât help but smirk. Seungcheolâs presence obviously affecting you.Â
You turn around to face Cheol, and he backs away a little bit, taking the space beside you; one of his hands gripping the counter beside your waist. His blond hair pushed back, the soft cat ear headband hes wearing contrasts against his hard features. As you throw back your shot, you canât help but keep your eyes on him. His strong jawline becomes more prominent as he takes his own shot, the liquor dripping a little bit off his chin onto his shirt. Fuck, you thought, iâm not drunk enough for this.Â
Jeonghan sees you ogling and canât help but chuckle to himself, he pours another set of shots before handing them off to the two of you. Taking the shot, you wince one again as you feel the alcohol burn down your throat. Two shots arenât enough to get you drunk but you were definitely starting to feel a light buzz. Your surroundings start to become a tad bit hazy, but in a good way.Â
âCheollie why donât you take Y/N to dance?â Jeonghan suggests, his cheshire cat like grin returning. The look of his mischievous smile in juxtaposition with his innocent and pure white angel costume.Â
Your eyes light up the moment âdance�� slipped out of Jeonghanâs mouth, causing you to tug on Seungcheolâs sleeve, urging him to take you to where everyone else is dancing. The alcohol running through his system and the way your eyes sparkle under the kitchen lights is enough for Seungcheol to agree. He could feel his buzz coming on now but he knew he is far from drunk.Â
âFine, letâs go.â He allows, pretending not to be a little intrigued on what your definition of âdancingâ is. Â
You smile excitedly and take his hand, leading him to the dance floor, your hips already swinging along with the music. Which was more like the middle of Jeonghanâs living room with the couches pushed to the side. The crowd of people in the middle of the room are moving with the groove of the thumping bass. You start to do the same, letting your inhibitions go. Taking Seungcheolâs hands you place them on your hips, your body's flush with each others. You snake your hands around his neck, holding onto him as you continue to move with the music. The grasp of his large hands holding your hips tight ignites sparks in your stomach.Â
Seungcheolâs throat goes dry as you turn around, your back facing him. Your ass flush with his front, causing him to hold onto your hips even tighter. What the fuckâŚ, he thinks to himself. The feeling of arousal sneaking up on him for the third time tonight. As you continue to grind on him, he canât help but let out a low groan, your ass moving against his growing hard on.Â
âYou enjoying your self princess?â Seungcheol whispers in your ear, his hands starting to move up and down. From your hips to your waist, up then back down to your hips once again. Your breath hitches, the tips of his fingers leaving a searing heat on your skin in its wake. The buzzing haze clouding your thoughts, the pounding of the music, the feeling of his hands on you, it was too much all at once.Â
âMhmm..â Is the only thing you can say in response as you continue to dance against him.Â
Seungcheol chuckles, he can sense your arousal too, with the way you put your hands over his, guiding them back to your hips. Keeping your hands on top of his own, you let the music take over you. You close your eyes to really savour the moment; just because youâre not sure when the next time you will get to experience this with Cheol again.Â
The more you dance with him, the warmer you get. The heat of his body radiates onto you, his hands move from your hips down to your exposed thighs then back up. Who knew that two shots in, you would be dancing (grinding) on your best friend in the middle of Jeonghanâs Halloween party? As time goes on, you feel your clothes stick to your skin just a little more than before, as well as the heat brewing in your stomach.Â
âCheollieâŚâ You look over your shoulder to meet his gaze. With a seductive smile, you give him bedroom eyes, not caring that youâre in front of so many people you know. Or the fact that youâre feeling extremely attracted to your best friend right now. âIâm feeling a little warm, can we go somewhere a little more quiet?â you ask, feigning your timidness.Â
âYeah if thatâs what you want.â He nods, giving you his charming, dimpled smile.Â
You take his hand, leading him down the hallway to Jeonghanâs room. But before you enter you send a text to Jeonghan, asking if it was ok to stay in his room for a bit. He replies promptly saying that it was fine and to drink the water in his mini fridge if you needed to. After reading that you had permission to enter, you bring both you and Cheol into the room, closing the door promptly behind you.
âYou feeling better in here Y/N?â Seungcheol inquires, grabbing a water from the mini fridge and handing it to you. You simply nod, grabbing the water from his and taking a sip.Â
âYeah thank you, it was getting really hot out there. Thank god Hannie always keeps his room freezing cold.â You shrug before taking another sip of your water as you sit down on his bed. You admire Seungcheol as he walks toward you, his tight shirt highlighting his muscular biceps, veins running down his forearms. You mentally shake yourself to stop the drool from dripping past your lips.Â
He towers over you, standing in front of you as you sit on the bed. You clear your throat before putting the water bottle down on the bedside table. Seungcheol grabs a piece of your hair, tucking it behind your ear, his hand moving down slowly to get ahold of your jaw. His grip is firm but gentle, forcing you to look up at him from where you sit. You gulp, frozen, his actions not clear enough for you to predict what heâll do next.Â
âYou have been teasing me a whole lot while you were dancing, did you know that princess?â He asks, looking down at you while he runs his thumb over your lip, pulling it down slightly.
He relinquishes his hold from your face, going to sit beside you on the bed. Your heart beats out of your chest as your eyes meet his. Seungcheolâs pupils are enlarged, his brown eyes lidded with lust. You arenât sure what to do, but whatever he has planned you really wouldnât be opposed to any of it. Although you were having fun dancing with him, a part of you knew if you kept on grinding against him like that, his self-restraint would break.Â
The muffled music and the sound of your heavy breaths are the only things to be heard in the room. You bite your lip, not sure how to answer him, your cheeks heating with a little embarrassment, apprehension, and excitement.
 âNo Cheol I didnât mean to,â you murmur, your face dangerously close to his. He shakes his head with a chuckle.
âDidnât mean to what? Get me hard from having you grinding on me like that?â he retorts, his hand comes up to grip your cheek, squishing it between his thumb and forefingers. âI think you did mean to, I only have so much self-control princess.â Â
He lets go of his grip on you, caressing the spot on your cheek where he pressed his thumb. With one swift motion, he grips your hips and pulls you onto his lap, moving your thighs to straddle his. You yelp due to how quickly he got you into the position, your skirt riding up once again.Â
âMm.. Maybe just a little bit, I guess I got caught up in the momentâŚâ you admit shyly, averting his hard gaze as you play with the hem of your skirt.Â
âWell your actions have consequences sweetheart, so what are you gonna do about it?â He whispers into your ear. A shiver runs down your spine, and the feeling of his hot breath fanning your face causes the heat to pool in your core, staining your panties.Â
âCheollieâŚâ you whimper, his hands back on your hips, his grip tightening with every second that passes. Embarrassed, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, not wanting to look him in the eyes. You were just so embarrassed at how turned on you are, the feeling of his body so close to yours has your walls lining with arousal.Â
âYou gonna fix what you did princess?â He continues to whisper to you, making you feel like you two are the only people in the entire house. The feeling of his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly has you leaning more into his touch, his fingertips leaving sparks as he continues. You nod into where you buried your face into his neck.Â
âWith words.â His tone is firm and another shiver runs through you, but instead, it runs straight through your hot core. His hands now running over your bare thighs, squishing them ever so slightly, as he admires how they look smushed onto his lap.Â
âIâll fix it, I want to.â You whisper as you look down at his full lips, your arms moving to wrap around his neck. âI really want you right now CheollieâŚâÂ
âI want you too, are you sure princess?â He asks, keeping a safe distance until he receives some verbal consent from you.Â
âYes, I want it please.â Youâre practically begging, whimpering as you lean in closer, your nose touching his.Â
Lost in his scent, you can feel the blood rush to your head at how close you are to him right now. His hands gripping onto your waist, his lips so close to yours but still not touching. The alcohol, your beating heart, his touch, itâs making your head dizzy with arousal. You wanted this so bad and you didnât know much you needed it up until this point. Out of all the people youâve been with before, nothing compares to how much youâre own best friend is turning you on right now. Something about him intoxicates you way more than the two shots you downed less than half an hour ago.Â
With that last thought, Seungcheol finally crashes his lips into yours. The moment he felt your lips on top of his it was like a fire ignited in him, one that he couldnât seem to light properly till you. Heâs only been kissing you for less than a minute but youâve already got him hooked. He knows that theres going to be no one after you. The feeling of your body against his is making all the blood rush down to his dick.Â
You place your hands on both his cheeks, pushing him into your face even more. Tasting the remnants of alcohol on his tongue, the flavour of him and what he drank making you whimper into the kiss. Seungcheol pushes his tongue into your mouth, exploring the softness of your lips. You couldnât comprehend how delicious it is to kiss Seungcheol, like he was some nectar youâve been deprived of all your life.Â
He groans as he feels you grind your clothed heat against his growing erection, the friction causing his head to spin. Gripping your hips even tighter, he continues you to kiss you with while moving your hips back and forth with ease. The hard motions causing you to pull back to let out a moan.Â
âHavenât even touched you properly and youâre already moaning like thatâŚâ Seungcheol groans, kissing up exposed cleavage and collarbones. âFuck angel youâll be the death of me.â
He adores the corset you have on, the fact that your tits practically spilling out right in front of his face made his dick even harder for you.Â
âMmmph, Cheol pleaseâŚâ You whine as he continues to suck on your exposed skin, leaving red marks all over. Gripping on his biceps to stabalize yourself, the feeling of him sucking harshly on your soft skin makes your eyes roll back. As you continue to grind on him you could feel him growing harder underneath you, it nudges against your cunt but barely, teasing you even further.Â
âTell me baby, what do you want?â He chuckles against your skin, leaving kisses along your neck and face.Â
âI need you to fuck me pleaseâŚâ You beg, your eyebrows scrunching in frustration, the kissing and grinding just isnât enough for you.Â
âAre you sure princess?â He asks slowly, trying to make sure that is something you really want. You look into his soft brown eyes with desperation, nodding to let him know that you need him right now.Â
âI do I do please Cheol, cant take this teasing anymore.â you complain, grinding your hips to urge him to take you already.
âYouâre a needy little slut arenât you darling?â He smirks, placing his lips on yours once again. This time he doesnât hold back with his actions, untying your corset from the back before taking it completely off you. He groans into the kiss as he places his hands your breasts, playing and tweaking with your pebbled nipples. You moan into his mouth as you feel him grope at your chest, fondling them in his hands expertly.Â
âP-please I need you now Cheol,â you whine harder, gripping onto his strands of blond hair, trying to ground yourself in this moment of increasing pleasure. His lack of touch where you need him most is frustrating you, he may be sucking on your tits but you want him to be sucking on your clit instead.Â
Youâre irritation forces you to seek relief for yourself, your hand snaking down past the bottom of your skirt, pushing your thong to the side. Placing your fingers on your sticky clit you let out a sastified moan. Cheol catches on quickly to your attempt to pleasure your self. You barely got to go in a full circle on your throbbing bud before he throws you onto the bed, laying you on your stomach. Dizzy from the sudden change in positions, you yell out a yelp as he forces your skirt cladded ass in the air.Â
âWhat a naughty girl you areâŚâ Cheol mutters to himself.Â
He tugs at your skirt so it bunches up around your hips, exposing your bare ass for him. Smirking to him self, he starts to caress the supple skin, that is until he brings his hand back to slap your ass with full force. It was so agressive that it jiggles from the impact, leaving a read hand mark on the soft surface.Â
âAh! Cheol please âm sorry, didnât meant to touch m-myself,â you cry out, the tears stinging your eyes. The cries turning into moans as he continues to smack your ass oneâŚtwo⌠three times⌠until its too much for you to count. Youâve never been hit like this before but you canât deny how good it feels.Â
âThis is what happens when you act like a fucking whore princess.â He chuckles, rubbing your hand print covered skin, trying to soothe you. âTell me you wont touch yourself without my permission again.âÂ
âI-I wont, p-promise. Please Cheollie I need you.â You blubber, the tears falling down your face. He hasnât even touched your needy pussy and youâre already a mess for him.Â
Seungcheol is satisfied at how pliant youâve become, crying and apologizing for him like a good girl. He thinks of all the things he wants to do to you, but ultimately he decides to reward you first. You had taken his slapping so obediently, he thought, wanting to giving you a prize for enduring him. So he turns you around, your back against the mattress, legs spread wide apart for him. He finally gets a good look at your face, becoming more satisfied seeing that the tears are staining your make up, your nose red, and your eyebrows knotted in sexual frustration as you pout for him. Cute, he thought.Â
âDont worry baby, iâll eat you so good youâll forget all about the pain.â He laughs as he lowers himself until heâs face to face with your heat. His warm breath fanning against your folds. His hands gripping your thighs tightly, keeping you spread for him. He licks his lips, wetting them before he indulges into your hot cunt.Â
Your underwear already pushed aside, he begins to lick a long fat strip against your wet lips. Letting out a wanton moan, you hold onto his hair, your thighs trying to close but his grip only becoming more tense.Â
âFuck Cheol⌠so good.â you moan out, your eyes rolling back with pleasure. He hums against your core, sending vibrations. His actions continue to make your walls build up with more arousal. Youâre so immersed in the feeling of his tongue, he decides to take it up a notch. Choking on air, you feel him insert a finger into your dripping hole, hooking it so it rubs against that spot that sends you into heaven. As his finger slides in and out of you, he suckles on your bundle of nerves. This is the moment you begin to see stars, and you start to feel that familiar build up below your stomach. Cheol adds another finger, picking up his pace a little bit.Â
âHmmph Cheol please⌠need to cum.â you beg him, and he speeds up. He speeds up so much you almost black out. Screaming his name, he puts all his force into getting you to the edge, it makes your toes curl. And then its gone.Â
âWhat the fuck?â you ask him, you face flushed from the moments before, but also with frustration. He can only smirk at you as he licks his fingers clean, his jaw wet with your arousal. Seungcheolâs eyes darken as he takes in your small frame below him, your wetness still glistening off his chin. His cat ears long gone, you admire his muscular build as he begins to take off his clothing.Â
âJust wanted to see you come on my cockâŚâ He mumbles, lining up his member with your entrance. Its large and the girth of it causes your breath to catch in your throat. Youâre a little scared how much of it is going to fit without it stinging, but at this point you canât bring yourself to care. All you want him to do now is to fuck you dumb.Â
Seungcheolâs self control is thinning second by second, he wants to take his time with you. Playing with you till his touch is burned into your skin. Till his length is burned in your pussyâs memory. So he teases you more, rubbing the tip of his hard member against your dripping folds. He loves how he can hear your lips squelch with every movement he makes.Â
Savouring the feeling of his cock head bumping into your clit, he places his hands on the mattress beside your waist. He moves his hips back and forth, letting his length glide against your lips but never going into your needy hole. The underside of his dick nestled within your folds, hitting your clit with each thrust.Â
âOh hmph⌠Cheollie please⌠inside please.â you moan salaciously, as you peak at how his cock is rubbing you. It looks so pornographic you almost come just at the sight of all.Â
âSorry baby, I just want to savour you for a bit.â He apologizes, his voice wavering as pleasure radiates through his body. The pre cum beading off the tip of his hardness. He relents his teasing, pulling back a bit to sit on the back of his heels. He stares at your knotted brows, the anticipation clearly written all over your face. Chuckling to himself he enters your tight cunt in one go. âSo fucking tight for meâŚâÂ
âCheol!â you yell his name, your legs held up to your chest by his large hands, folding you in half.Â
âHoly fuck princess, your pussy is perfect.â He praises into your ear while moving in and out of your entrance with ease. You clench around him after hearing him compliment you, your brain going blank with pleasure. The feeling of his cock makes you dizzy, especially with how perfectly he fills you. His large member stretching your walls deliciously, the tip grazing against that one spot that makes you weak.Â
âYou love taking this cock like a little slut donât you.â He mutters, letting go of your legs to put one against his shoulder. You can only nod and make sounds of approval.Â
Seungcheol admires the way his thick cock is spreading your entrance, making him groan. The white ring forming around the base of his dick makes his push into you faster. Your moans increase as you feel him speed up, the sounds of skin slapping fill the room. The echoing sounds of your wet pussy being filled by Seungcheolâs cock grows louder, making you even more horny than before.Â
You are so fucked out, you couldnât even form words of praise for him. The ridges of your walls being filled up by him is something you didnât know you needed until now.Â
That feeling you had in your chest on your way to Cheolâs place resurfaces, is this the night your friendship with him changes forever? You think to yourself while looking into his eyes, your eyebrows scrunching as you moan.
 The sight is so lewd, his member twitches inside your heat. He knows heâs close, but he doesnât want this to end. As he continues to thrust into you, he canât help but admire your beauty. Seungcheol was always aware that youâre an attractive person, but something about you being under him right now, drunk off his cock, basking in the moonlight that spills through the semi-closed curtain is really doing something to him. The feeling in his stomach only intensifies as he watches you moan his name deliriously. So fucking pretty, he thinks, the image of your coming undone burning into his memory.Â
âYou close princess?â He asks you, watching the way your legs are starting to shake a little. You nod as you look at him, silently pleading for him to make you cum. He flashes you a smile as his free hand goes to rub circles on your clit, continuing to piston in and out of your tightening hole. Eyes rolling with pleasure, your back arching off the bed as you lean into his touch even more. Clenching and then unclenching, your pussy is pulsing as it greedily sucks him in.Â
Seungcheol curses under his breath at the grip you have around his hard length, your walls pulsating with each circle he rubs into your clit. âIf you keep doing that, Iâm gonna come,â he warns you.Â
You smile at him mischeviously, repeating your actions again and again, watching his strokes becoming sloppier by the second.Â
âCome inside me Cheol, wanna see it drip out after,â you beg him, staring at him through your eyelashes innocently. He doesnât have to be told twice, his speed increasing once again. This shuts you up quickly, as you whine at the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix. You feel him twitch in you again, and you know heâs close, so are you. Letting go, you orgasm, letting the high wash over your whole body. Your orgasm triggers his, causing him to spurt his hot load into your spent pussy, creaming you.Â
âThat wasâŚâ you say with a sigh, the exhaustion starting to catch up with you. Seungcheolâs breathing is heavy, his cock still buried in your cunt, his cum starting to seep out of the edges of your folds.Â
âYeah it was.â He agress with you, finally pulling out. He takes a tissue from the bedside table, wiping off his softening member and then you. Kissing your forehead, he collects your clothes as well as his own.Â
You watch his muscular back as he picks up each article of clothing. A cold shiver running down your spine as the realisation washed over you, causing your heart to skip.Â
I just fucked my best friend, you thought to yourself. Your cheeks heat up profusely at how lustful you two became, but also your bashfulness turns into embarrassment and a little bit of worry. The talks youâve had with Jeonghan and the others about hooking up with a close friend flood your mind. You know things like these never end well, but at the same time this isnât just any other friend. This is Seungcheol, and for some reason you canât pinpoint whether thatâs a good or bad thing.Â
Seungcheol finishes picking up everything off the floor, handing you your corset as he puts his own clothing on. You untie the strings and clasp the front parts easily, only to struggle with re-tightening the back. With a meek expression, you stand in front of Cheol with your back facing him.Â
âUh, do you think you can tighten the back for me.â your voice sounding small. He smirks at how shy youâve become after the fact he fucked you shamelessly less than fifteen minutes ago.Â
âOf course princess,â he leans in to whisper in your ear. His breath fanning against your neck, causing you to shiver visibly. He lets out a low chuckle before tying up your corset, his fingers gliding agaisnt your skin. The touch is hot but gentle, yet the feeling lingers for a few seconds. You canât help but gulp, thinking about how just a few moments ago his grip was harsh and possessive. Before you could register what was happening next, he steps away, asking if you want to return to the party.Â
âThank you,â you mumble before taking his hand and leaving Jeonghanâs room.Â
It isnât long before you find the host of the party. He is leaning against the counter, laughing about something with Joshua. The party had dyed down considerably, the only people left were a part of your friend group. You leave Seungcheolâs side to go talk to Jeonghan.Â
âNow where have you been?â Jeonghan asks as you walk up to him, his smirk increasing as the blush on your cheeks grow. Your eyes are wide, as if he caught you doing something you shouldnât.Â
âU-um well me and Cheol just hung out in your room for a bit, the party was getting overwhelming.â you mentally curse yourself for stuttering.Â
âUh huh⌠hanging out. So do I or do I not have to wash my sheets?â Jeonghan presses, smiling deviously at how your mouth opens and then closes. Your eyes are wide with embarrassment, you can feel the heat radiate off your entire face.Â
âJeonghan!â You squeak, before grabbing his arm to pull him aside, leading him away from curious ears. âOk yes, please wash your sheets. Iâm sorry I don't know what happened, one thing just led to the next⌠and then yeah.â
You admit to your actions, feeling guilty for staining your best friend's sheets. Your eyes are glued to your twiddling thumbs, waiting for his response. Jeonghan laughs, he laughs. A hearty, bent over clutching his stomach type of laugh.Â
âFucking finally, oh my god Y/N. Sorry but it was bound to happen, you should've seen the way he was looking at you tonight. I swear to god if you didnât fuck him anytime soon he was going to eat you whole.â He giggles, his hand on your shoulder to support himself, as he tries not to double over again.Â
âW-what?â Youâre confused, you werenât really sure why Jeonghan said all that, from what you can remember Cheol was acting perfectly normal.Â
âYou really are so oblivious arenât you Y/Nie.â He sighs as he pats your head. âIâm just glad you got that out of your system, you havenât gotten laid in so long.âÂ
âHey! You donât have to say it like thatâŚâ you pout, âHannie, I donât know what to do now though? Frankly, Iâm scared, this is obviously going to change thingsâŚâÂ
âYouâll be fine, trust me. Just talk to him, itâs only Seungcheollie after all.â He comforts you, and it admittedly it does help. You knew if there was anyone you could talk to about this it would be Jeonghan.Â
âOk, Iâm going to his place after anyways. Thanks, Hannie. Also please donât tell Soonyoung and HaoâŚâ You plead.Â
âDonât worry darling, your secret is safe with me.â He smiles softly, pinching your cheek. You give him a hug, thankful you have someone to lean on when youâre feeling distraught. Especially because you canât get advice about Cheol from Cheol, even if heâs your best friend too.Â
âY/N letâs go home?â Seungcheol interrupts your embrace with Jeonghan. You pull away and his mouth is pressed into a thin line, the possessiveness obvious to anyone but you. Jeonghan playfully kisses your forehead, knowing how much it will piss Seungcheol off.Â
âOk, bye Hannie, Iâll see you on Monday ok?â you wave goodbye as Seungcheol takes your hand in his.Â
âBye Y/N, iâll speak to you later Seungcheollie. Get home safely you two.â He smirks, eyes connecting with Cheol. His face is hard with an unreadable emotion, he only nods at Jeonghanâs statement before leading you two to the front door.Â
You bid your friends farewell as you walk towards the entrance of the house, your eyes drifting over to see the drunken tiger sleeping peacefully on Minghaoâs shoulder. You wave goodbye to him as well before youâre engulfed by the chilly fall wind.Â
Itâs quiet as you continue on the path to his apartment, your footsteps echoing along the pavement. The city lights shine all around you, the moon gleaming in the dark sky. It really is a perfect day for Halloweekend, you think, hearing the cars zip past you along the street. It is nearing 2 a.m., and the streets are not as busy as they were while you were on the way here. Â
âYouâre not too cold right?â Seungcheol asks awkwardly with his hands in his pocket.Â
âA little but itâs only a couple blocks till your place so itâs okâŚâ you mumble, aware of the stiff atmosphere. He only nods before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, sharing his body heat with you. As you two stride down the pavement, you lean into his touch more. The silence between you two becomes more comfortable, admiring the scenery even more as youâre wrapped in his warmth.Â
VII.Â
The morning after you lay peacefully asleep on Cheolâs king sized bed. Your breathing steady as Seungcheol observes your soft features. Without even thinking his actions through, he pushes your hair so itâs not in your face. He takes in the way your brows are scrunching, the pout clear on your face even in your sleep. Cute, he thought.Â
It was a normal occurrence for you two to sleep in the same bed, platonically. A tradition that carried on from your child sleep overs to adulthood.Â
Reminiscing about the events from last night, Seungcheol feels a tug at his heart, heâs confused. Never have you two been that intimate with each other before, and heâs surprised at how much heâs thinking about what happened. The visions of you under him playing over and over again in his brain. This is the first time he has hooked up with someone thats made him think about his actions so intensely. But knowing that its you, out of all people, complicates his feelings even more.Yet he still forces himself to acknowledge the fact that your friendship has changed, but heâs still not sure if itâs good or bad.Â
â đ flash back to seungcheolâs freshman year.Â
beep. beep.Â
With a heavy heart Seungcheol hangs up the facetime call. You had to go to sleep early, and he only hung up a few minutes ago, but he already misses you.Â
The emptiness of his apartment was harrowing. The silence began to amplify, and the lack of noise caused his ears to buzz. The steadiness of his breath was the only sound keeping him grounded in his forlorn reality.Â
In his 18 years of life, he has never felt more alone. He was in his first year at University, in a different city full of strangers. Most importantly, he was thousands of miles away from you. You had been with Cheol for the better part of his life, and not having you close was a foreign feeling for him.Â
Pulling out his journal, he begins to write every single thought and feeling down, just needing a way to let go of all of his feelings. Telling you up front was scary for him, he didnât want to burden you with his problem especially since you had many of your own.Â
Itâs your last year and highschool and when you two were on the phone talking, it was mostly when you were studying for your next test or something along those lines.Â
Seungcheol wished that he could tell you everything that he held in his heart but it was just something he couldnt bring himself to do. You seemed so stressed and busy trying to make sure you were able to get into the same university as him, that he just didnât want to add on to the baggage that you were already carrying.Â
The familiar pang in his heart resurfaced once again, it ached in a way he couldnât really describe. The feeling of being somewhere unfamiliar as well as being around unfamiliar people just made him feel so alone, secluded. It started out with a simple âdear y/nâ.Â
Dear Y/n,Â
Today was just like the previous ones. I spent most of my time adjusting to my classes, going over lectures, and like every other day, I still miss you. I actually met someone new today, his name is Jeonghan, and I don't really like him all that much. Although heâs not my favourite person in the world he seems to make me feel less alone. His constant need to pester me about the dumbest things remind me so much of you. He has a childish attitude and I think you two would get along really well. Although in front of him I show distaste for his antics, I'm still thankful that he keeps me company. I wish I could just tell you whatâs happening but I want to stay strong. I want to stay strong so that when you get here I can be the one you lean on. I want to be the one that you can talk to when you become overwhelmed with your first year.Â
Just because I feel this way right now doesnât mean that you have to go through the same things as me. I just want you by my side. So hurry up and graduate so i can finally see you in person again.Â
Always yours,Â
Cheol.Â
â đ end of flashback.Â
Before he could wake you up for breakfast, his phone chimes with a notification. He picks up his phone, reading the name only to roll his eyes after, âYoon Jeonghanâ.Â
âHad fun last night Cheollie?â Jeonghan chuckles over the line, Seungcheol can already invision the smirk on Hanâs lips.
âSo much Jeonghan. Why do you ask.â Seungcheol says sarcastically as he gets up to leave the room, not wanting to wake you up from the phone call.Â
âIm going to need you to send me $50.â Seungcheol scoffs at this.Â
âThe fuck? Why?â He presses, pinching the bridge of his nose, he can already feel the headache coming on.Â
âBecause you and Y/n stained my sheets. Obviously.â Jeonghan says smugly.Â
Cheol rolls his eyes once again, he can already envision the look on Jeonghanâs face. He shouldâve expected that Y/n told him. He wasnât mad at her, but he knows that Jeonghan is never going to let this go. He sighs, it was the right thing to do, he literally fucked you on Jeonghanâs bed.Â
âFine fine, just donât call me again. I hear your voice enough at school as it is.â Seungcheol grumbles, knowing that even though he warns him, Jeonghan will continue to do what he wants. Cheol curses you in his head silently, wondering why a sweet girl like you became friends with the devilâs spawn.Â
âSoâŚyou gonna finally tell Y/n youâre in love with her?â Jeonghan asks in a non-chalant manner.Â
âJeonghan. Iâm not in love with her.âÂ
âSure youâre notâŚbut Iâm sure youâre pissed as hell knowing Wonwoo was admiring her all night.â Jeonghan teases, causing Seungcheols ears to heat up. He noticed it too, the way Wonwooâs eyes lingered on you for an abnormal amount of time. Multiple times that night Seungheol had caught him staring .Â
âWhatever man, Y/n is my best friend. I want it to stay that way.â Seungcheol huffs before hanging up, the agitation never leaving his body. Agitated at Jeonghan for spitting nonsense and agitated at Wonwoo for looking at you so intensely last night. He doesnât know why the latter has him so worked up, but he canât shake the feeling off so easily.Â
On the otherside of the door, you stand there, your heart sinking all the way down to your feet. You woke up shortly after Seungcheol went to pick up his call but decided to stay in bed a little longer. Now youâre fully awake, trying to keep your eyes dry after hearing the words that your best friend just uttered.Â
It shouldnât even hurt this much, you think. You know that all youâll ever be is Seugncheols best friend, but why did it feel like you have just been hit by a ton of bricks?Â
Before you could finish your thoughts the door slowly creaks open, so you blink away your unshed tears, coming face to face with your Seungcheol.Â
âOh. Didnât know you were awake.â Seungcheolâs eyes are wide, heâs wondering if you overheard his call with Jeonghan.Â
âY-yeah I just came from the washroom.â You stutter. A wave of relief washes over Seungcheol.Â
Whilst talking to Jeonghan over the phone, it felt like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone that he doesnât have feelings for you. It was like the words were practically being forced out of his mouth. The guilt was knawing at him, but why? Why should Seungcheol feel guilty for telling the truth? Youâre Y/n, his bestfriend Y/n. The Y/n he fucked deep into Jeonghanâs mattress last nightâŚÂ
âI feel like we should talk about last nightâŚâ He says after his train of thoughts.Â
Wide eyed and rosy cheeked, you didnât expect him to bring up the events of last night so early on. The visions of you and Cheol tangled in the sheets of Jeonghanâs bed starting to leak their way back into the forefront of your memory.Â
Instead of saying anything more, you just nod. Making your way to his couch, sitting at the corner where the back of the couch and armrest connected. Seungcheol follows suit. He looks serious, lips press into a thin line, eyeing you for some type of indicator that you feel the tension as much as he does.Â
âAbout last nightâŚâ you begin, not sure how you want to proceed, but you continue to talk anyways, âDid you enjoy it as much as I did?â
With that question, your heart stops momentarily, preparing for Seungcheol to tell you how much he regretted what happened.Â
âI did like it. But I just donât want this to ruin our friendship Y/n. Youâre my best friend.â Seungcheol confesses, youâre nerves put at ease momentarily. He keeps repeating those dreaded words âYouâre my best friendâ.Â
With every breath you take its like a stab in the chest.Â
âIf you regret it thatâs ok. We can just leave it in the past, but I just want to be honest with you CheolâŚâ you gulp, trying to find the right words to express how you feel,
âIâve never felt that good before, and if there was some way we could arrange something between us. I wouldnât be opposed.â You finally huff out. Gnawing anxiously at the inside of your cheek, you wait for his response.Â
Seungcheolâs heart skips a beat, heâs quick to agree. âIâm ok with that.âÂ
âI-Wait? Really? You wanna do thisâŚ?â youâre dumbfounded.Â
The man of reason himself, is agreeing to a friends with benefits situation. Huh?
Seungcheol is someone who is very aware of how âFWBâ tends to ruin friendships, but he canât resist this opportunity. Especially after last night.Â
âI do. I would be lying if I said I didnât want a round two of what happened at the party⌠but if we want to do this I feel like there should be some rules.â He concluded.Â
VIII.Â
âSo you are and Seungcheol are fuck buddies now?!â Jeonghan exclaims, you try your best not to slap the incredulous look off his face in the middle of the student union centre.Â
âOh my god why donât you just tell the whole world while youâre at it,â you seethe, shoving his shoulder lightly as he leans over the table, forcing him to sit back in his chair. His sandwich long forgotten.Â
Jeonghan has known the feelings youâve secretly harboured for Seungcheol for years now. He expected that after what happened at his halloween party you and Seungcheol would finally confess to each other. What he didnât expect were for the you to do to the exact opposite. Iâm surrounded by idiots, he thought to himself.
âYou two are the stupidest people alive I swearâŚâ he mutters under his breath. Youâre close enough to pick up what he said, giving him a glare from across the table.Â
That previous saturday morning you and Seungcheol hashed out the details of youâre enhanced friendship. It was a pretty simple set of rules:Â
No strings attached. If one person catches feelings then the agreement is null and void.Â
The ârelationshipâ is strictly exclusive. No fucking other people.Â
No one is to know about this. Exception: Jeonghan.Â
There wasnât really a point hiding anything from Jeonghan, even if Seungcheol was against him knowing, he knew that Jeonghan would find out one way or another.Â
âWeâve been friends for so long Hannie, this is just an added bonus.â You tell him, although a small part of you knows youâre convincing yourself more than anyone.
âGood afternoon to you all.â A cheerful voice interrupts your conversation. Soonyoung walks towards your table with a cheeky smile on his face. Minghao trails behind him, looking exhausted.Â
âAh so the tiger finally is out of his den huh?â Jeonghan chuckles, referring to Hoshiâs weekend long recovery after the halloween party. The three of them took time out of their saturday nursing Hoshi back to health.Â
âWell what can I say? You canât keep me tame for long.â He practically growls. Minghao side-eyes him, the look of disgust and worry painted all over his face.Â
â...Ok! So what were you two whispering about?â Minghao asks, wanting to stray as far away from the tiger discourse as fast as possible.Â
âIt wasnât anything important. Well would you look at the time! Jeonghan we gotta go or weâll be late to our class.â You try to avoid the conversation, the guilt start to boil in your stomach.Â
Of course you wanted let Minghao and Soonyoung know whatâs going on, but itâs just not a good idea. Especially after having a mutual agreement with Seungcheol not to tell anyone, other than Jeonghan. The more people know, the more blown out of proportion things could get.Â
âWell thats my queue, see you two love birds later!â Jeonghan waves at the two frenemies, knowing it would piss Hao off.Â
âHey! Yoon Jeonghan come back here!â You can hear Minghao yelling from across the room as you tug Jeonghan along. The only thing he does is throw his head back laughing, while Soonyoung looks around cluelessly.Â
IX.Â
âSo what should our research proposal be?â Wonwoo asks, looking at you for ideas.Â
After entering class the professor allowed time for partners to start brainstorming for the midterm project. With everything that has happened during the weekend you hardly had time to think about school again. You actively recall the events in your head, thinking about the way Seungcheol towered over you. The thought of it all causing your cheeks to heat.Â
âY/n? You still there?â Wonwoo calls out for you, waving his hand in front of your face.Â
Your eyes go wide, and you shake your head slightly, waking up from your self induced trance. Wonwoo on the other hand looked confused.Â
âYeah I was just thinking about something.â you mumble, your cheeks blushing even further. The fact that you were thinking about fucking Seungcheol while you were trying to work on a project made you feel bad for Wonwoo. Clearly you werenât focused on the task at hand, which was more important than your mid-day fantasies.Â
âOh ok. Anyways what do you think about doing child development and growing up with pets?â Wonwoo looks for your reaction, trying to gage whether you thought it was a good idea or not.Â
Internally, Wonwoo became curious on what has taken up half of your attention. He finds you interesting to say the least, and pretty. He doesnât know why it took him so long to realize how fun you are to be around, but a part of him wants to get to know you more. The other part conflicted, knowing that all your friends believe that you and Seungcheol are meant to be. Yet he canât help but wonder if he could be the one to make you fall instead of Cheol.Â
âThat actually sounds really interesting! I'm down to do that.â You smile at him, thankful heâs a good partner, and not someone who just makes you do all the work.Â
âPerfect. Honestly Iâm glad I have you as a partner Y/n. Youâre a lot better than the ones Iâve had in the past.â He confesses, putting a hand on your shoulder, his warm smile causing you to blush hard.Â
You glance over at his hand, before looking up at him once more. Wonwoo is an attractive man, you can admit that much. The time you spend with him is enjoyable to say the least, but to you heâs like any other guy friend you have. Seungcheol being the one exception, who has been on your mind since youâve met him. A man whoâs been able to woo you since you were kids, in the most silent and gentle ways too.Â
You leave your train of thought to answer Wonwoo once more.Â
âY-yeah same! Weâve had the same friends but for some reason we were never that close. Maybe we can change that.â You return his friendly affection. At least thatâs what it seems like to you, friendly affection.Â
âIâd like that a lot actually. I'm sure youâd be better company than the boys, or at least cleaner.â He laughs. You laugh along with him, not really thinking much of his words.Â
âŚ
Seungcheol was annoyed, he watches the way you and Wonwoo are laughing together. The blood in his veins already starting to curdle and boil. Who does Wonwoo think he is? His habit of wanting to be around you at all times kicks in once more.Â
Cheol is aware of his possessive tendencies, but he doesnât ever admit about them out loud. It wouldnât be fair to speak on your actions when you arenât dating him romantically. Although he convinces himself heâs only your best friend, he canât help but refuse to push aside his jealousy of seeing Wonwoo spend time with you when it should be him instead.Â
âYou know Wonwoo isnât going to spontaneously combust the longer you look at him. Youâre going to have to try a different tactic.â Jeonghan mutters beside him, trying not to laugh at Seungcheol.Â
âI dont know what youâre talking about.â Seungcheol crosses his arms, pouting, looking like a cranky child who didnât get his way. He knows Jeonghan is right but he canât help but try to blow up the whole lecture hall in his mind.Â
âOh please, cut the act Cheollie. We both know youâre jealous of them. Wonwoo isnât even doing anything and Y/n seems to already be falling for his charms.â
âJeonghan whatever you have planned I donât want to be apart of it.â Seungcheol quips, but he can still see the mischievous grin begin to form on Jeonghanâs face within his peripheral vision.Â
âWhat plan?â Jeonghan gasps, putting his hand over his chest, feigning an insulted expression. Trying to keep up the act, as if Cheol didnât have him all figured out.Â
âŚ
âThanks for today Wonwoo!â You beam at him, sitting up from your desk to collect your things. He smiles back at you, the crescent shape of his eyes emphasizing.Â
âMaybe next time we can go to a cafe for our next study session?â He suggests, looking at you for a sign of approval.Â
âYeah that sounds like fun actually!â You agreed, feeling happy that youâre partner is actually wanting to put in the work for once. âAnyways, I gotta go meet up with Cheol, see you soon!âÂ
âSee you Y/n.â He smiles at you politely, like always, and you find it quite endearing.Â
You wave him one last goodbye before finishing up packing your things, and putting your laptop in your bag.Â
âY/nie!â Jeonghan calls out for you, standing by the door with Seungcheol.
You turn around and spot them, waving at them with excitement. Focusing more on your best friend than the person who called your name. His blond hair flowed, the tight polo shirt hugging his large biceps. You drooled inwardly, trying not to get caught practically eye-fucking him.Â
He catches you staring at him, smirking at you as you continue to get closer. Pulling you in by the waist he hugs you. This caught you off guard, Cheol was never one for affection in public. Even as friends, itâs always been within privacy, unless there was some type of special occasion.Â
âAlways wearing a tight little skirt for me arenât you princess?â He whispers in your ear, causing you to blush.Â
 Oh. His voice is low enough that youâre the only one that can hear him. So this is why he hugged you? Because of the outfit you have on? You really hadnât thought much of it, the skirt didnât seem short in your own opinion, but you became flustered knowing it was turning him on.Â
âY/n and I gotta do something, see you later Jeonghan.â Seungcheol dismisses him quickly, tugging you past the lecture doors without another word.Â
You begin to follow him down the long corridors of your University, pushing past crowds of people as they all herd towards their next class. The opposition of the two of you moving in the other direction causing you to bump into each person you pass. A string of ââexcuse meâsââ and âsorryâsâ leaving your lips. The handsome and strong man pulling you by your waist doesnât care who he bumps into, his mind only on one thing and one thing only.Â
It happens all within a blink of an eye, and before you can become fully aware of whatâs going on, you find yourself in an empty classroom. The door locks with a click behind you.Â
âDid you enjoy your study session with Wonwoo?â Seungcheol inquires out of nowhere, feigning nonchalance. Just saying his name is starting to piss him off. Yes he sees Wonwoo as a friend, but he wants you to only see Wonwoo that way too.Â
âIt was normalâŚwhy?â youâre suspicious. Since when did he care about the fact that youâre partners with Wonwoo? You wonder to yourself, but he continues to try and close the distance between you two.Â
âI could see the way he was looking at you, even though I was across the room.â He huffs, like a spoiled child who was told to share.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about Cheol.â you sighed. âSounds like youâre jealous.âÂ
Your heart skips a beat as you utter those words. If Seungcheol is jealous of Wonwoo what does that mean for the two of you? Does he wants you more than as someone to press into his mattress each night? You pondered it for a moment, but youâre highly doubtful of that being the case. It just canât be, Seungcheol grew up as an only child, he probably just doesnât like to share, you try to justify.Â
âJealous? Baby of course Iâm jealous. I donât like to share.â He scoffs, fuck not voicing out my jealousy, he thinks. Itâs like you were reading his mind. Â
He begins striding his way over to you till your back is pressed against the desk behind you.Â
âItâs not like we were going to hook up, heâs my partner?â It was your turn to scoff at him, trying to ignore your pulse quickening as his face inches closer to yours.Â
Seugncheol looks down at your lips, admiring how your teeth graze against them as you bite down. He likes that he has an effect on you, especially with knowing that heâs the only one who gets to see you like this. Just thinking about being the only one making you come causes the blood to flow down straight to his already hardening member.Â
Placing his large hands on your hips, he tugs you closer to him. A gasp leaves your lips as you feel his hard on against your thigh. Your eyes staring up at him, admiring how he is towering over you, the stern look on his face causing warmth to pool at your core. Youâve always loved how much larger he is compared to you, his shoulders and arms enclosing you completely.Â
âThat better be all he is to you angel, this pussy is mine.â He mutters against your neck, trailing kisses on your delicate skin. As your eyes roll back, you whimper, relishing in the feeling of his lips and the tightness of his grip on your waist.Â
He pulls you on to the desk, causing you to sit, your legs spread wide enough for him to slip in between. Caressing your exposed thighs, he canât help but let out a groan as he feels the softness of your skin. Everything about you and your body made his head dizzy with lust, especially when you look at him so innocently with anticipation. Youâre alway so eager for his next move.Â
âI love how wet this pussy gets for me. Barely touched you and youâre already soakedâ He mumbles, grazing a finger ahaisnt your underwear clad wetness. The feeling of his fingers make your knees weak, and he hasnât even put them inside you. He continues to move his fingers against you while kissing you tenderly. After what happened at Jeonghanâs, Seugncheol has been dying to get his hands on you again, savouring the taste of your lips even more.Â
The smack of your lips moving against his fill the quiet classroom. It was so eerily silent through out the room that you become paranoid that someone might catch you two. Knowing how much your reputation matters for your scholarship, you wonder what the reparations would be caught having sex in public.Â
âHmm Cheol.â You whine, but your legs spread further instead of shutting closed. âWeâre at school, we canât be doing this.âÂ
Your brain is fogged by his touch even as you try to think rationally. With every kiss and every stroke of his finger, your mind begins to slip into a state of pleasure. The outside world becoming a muted background as Seungcheol is pulled further into the forefront of your mind.Â
âBut look at you all needy. Would you rather I just leave you like this?â He practically purred into your ear, licking up the side of your neck as he sucks behind your ear. The hotness of his breath and the heat of his kisses makes you give in to him completely.Â
Fuck it felt so dirty being here, but you canât bring yourself to ask him to stop.Â
âThis pussy needs tending to doesnât it baby?â He chides, his tone of voice causing to whine against him once more. You decide to let your morals go for just one moment, spreading your legs further, giving him full access to where you needed him most.Â
Instead of staying anything more, he takes the opportunity to press his lips against yours once again. The urgency of the kiss causing you to moan against his mouth, feeling the way his tongue pushes past your lips, caressing your mouth with passion and vigour.Â
His hand snaking their way down to your skirt, pulling off your lace underwear without any hesitation. You lift your hips to ease their removal, excited to feel his fingers fill you.
 As he pushes a finger in, you gasp into his mouth, the squelch of your wetness echoes within the walls of the classroom. His finger pumps your hot pussy, your core clenching and unclenching with each thrust of his hand. Seungcheol continues to add more fingers until heâs able to fit up to three comfortably. Your moans never ceasing for a single moment, the euphoria of his long digits massaging your soft spot causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head.Â
âWant you.â You somehow were able to voice out, begging him for his length to fill you instead.Â
âBe clear with your words princess. Iâm already giving myself to you.â He plays dumb, continues you finger you as his thumb circles your clit.Â
âI want you inside me please.â You let out another moan, the stimulation of him pumping his fingers into you, while rubbing your sensitive bud has your mind going blank.Â
âI am inside you love.â He chuckles, enjoying you beg for him. His member straining against his jeans. Seungheol could continue this for hours, but he knows the moment you ask, heâll be fucking you with his hard length instead.Â
âWant your cock please Choelieâ You whine louder, your hands making their way to unbuckle his belt.Â
âGood girl, thats what I wanted to hear.â He mutters against your neck, finally moving his hands away from your body to remove his jeans.Â
The absence of his fingers make you whine, but youâre quickly silenced by the feeling of his thick length pushing past your wet pussy lips. It makes you gasp and lean black slightly, your arms locked at the elbow as you try to support yourself.Â
âS-so good.â Youâre words practically imcomprehensable as Seugncheol pumps himself inside and out of you. His length leaving your warmth only to push back into you fully once more. Over and over till a creamy ring appears at the base of his cock.Â
âWhoâs pussy is this princess?â He asks you, his hand making its way to your neck, holding onto you tight, but only enough to make your head go fuzzy.Â
âMmph Yours!â You sputter, only able to think about the way his hardness is caressing against that one spot against you. He hits it once more and before you know it youâre coming all over his length.Â
âFuck youâre so tight angel.â He praises you, snapping his hips till heâs filling you with his hot white seed.Â
âAh Cheol.â You call out slaciously, your head falling against his shoulder, tired from how hard he fucked you.Â
âYouâre always so good for me arenât you?â He kisses your cheek as he takes a tissue from your bag to clean you up.Â
Too tired to respond you let him take care of you, it causes your pulse to beat against your veins hard. Hiding your face in his chest, he helps you get dressed after your classroom quickie.Â
You jump off the desk, his hand wrapping around you to ensure you donât fall. Knees wobbling slightly you hold onto him for support. One thing you canât seem to get over is how caring he is after heâs pumped you full of his come. In a fucked up way it makes you fall for him further.Â
âYou ok to walk?â he cautioned, not wanting you to fall to the ground. You only nod and simply wrap a hand around his bicep, stablizing you.Â
âIâm fine, but can we go home now?â You murmur, placing a kiss on his cheek as an unspoken thank you.Â
âOf course.âÂ
X.Â
After getting home from school and Seungcheolâs place, you decide to give Jeonghan a call. You didnât know how to feel about what happened today, especially after Seugncheol had expressed his jealousy for Wonwoo. Maybe it really isnât that deep, but the fact he acted so possessive made your stomach flutter, but also confused you even more.Â
Jeonghan is the only person who knows whatâs been happening, so you turn to him in your time of need. What you didnât expect was from him to yell into your ear instead.Â
âWhy are you fucking in a classroom, are you insane?!â Jeonghan yells at you through the speaker of his phone. Your cheeks turning a bright pink at his words.Â
âOk I know it was a bad idea, but its fine we didnât get caught!â you try to justify your actions, but you agree it is pretty insane to fuck in a classrom, especailly during school hours. It was like you were possessed in the heat of the moment, nothing couldâve stopped you from letting Cheol fuck you.Â
âY/n you canât just be making bad decisonms because youâre âHâ word!â He scolds you, sounding like your mother for a second. You canât help but giggle at the fact that he hates saying the word horny. Jeonghan once telling you someone like him should never say such an ugly word.Â
You roll your eyes even though he canât even see you. Youâre phonecall with him quickly turning into a lecture because of how hard heâs scolding you right now.Â
âDonât you dare roll your eyes at me young lady.â He warns you, causing you to jump and look around your room. You know hes not here but somehow youâre spooked.Â
âYou canât even see me so how would you know?â You bite back defensively even though you know hes right.Â
âBecaue I know you! Oh my Y/nie one day this whole situation is going to bite you in the ass. You and Cheol should jsut be responsible adults and confess already.â He groans, he isnât even the one in this predicament and yet hes the frustrated one.Â
âOk Han, you were literally on call with him the morning after your party. You heard him! He only sees me as a friend.â You counter, not wanting to have to remind yourself that your best friend doesnât like you back.Â
âOh please Y/nie, we both know he was lying out of his ass.âÂ
âHow would you know? He sounded pretty confident to me.â You mutter, absentmindedly playing with the drawstring on your shorts. The scene continues to replay in your head, he obviously doesnât like me, you think. You can still recall the way your heart stopped beating for a millisecond as you heard him utter those words.Â
âYou two are impossible.â Jeonghan sighs, thinking hard. And with that, it was like a lightbulb went off in his head, with a large ding and everything. âY/nie donât hate me but I have an idea.âÂ
âHuh? What is it?âÂ
âWhat if you try and make him jealous.â He chuckles, itâs soft but there was an evil sound to it all. Â
âJeonghan whatever idea you have brewing in the scheming head of yours, I dont want to hear it.â You warn him, already not liking where this is going. The thought of seeing Seugncheol jealous is intriguing indeed, but what happens if you realize you donât even have that effect on him? It would be so embarrassing.Â
âYouâll never know what could happen unless you try!â He concludes in a sing-song tone, you can already invision the menacing look on his face.Â
âHannie itâs so highschool, I donât think itâd be smart to do something like that.âÂ
âOk but youâll fuck him on campus grounds?â He rebuttals, shutting you up quickly.Â
âI-â You couldnât even defend yourself.Â
âNight Y/nie! See you tomorrow.â The line goes dead, and you curse out at your blank phone screen. Leave it up to Yoon Jeonghan to put bad ideas into your head.Â
XI.
The next day you sit with Wonwoo in a coffee shop that is only a few minutes away from campus.The city had gotten more chilly with each day that passed, and the cafe was a perfect meeting place to do your project. The warm atmosphere enveloped yout two into a perfect working rhythm. Your partnership with Wonwoo was a lot better than the previous ones youâve had for classes, you agree to spend the majority of your time going over what to add to the presentation, as well as how it should be presented. Hours felt like minutes, and you two ended up finished earlier than you had anticipated.Â
âIâm so surprised how quickly we got through everything! We even finished everything early,â you rejoiced, happy that Wonwoo is such a productive partner.Â
âHonestly we make a really good team.â Wonwoo compliments you, giving you that same polite smile. You end up blushing, his eyes staring at you with so much kindness.Â
âI agree, hopefully we get paired up more for the rest of the semester.â You giggle, shying away from his gaze.Â
As you spent more time with Wonwoo, you realized how nice it was to be around him. He makes a good friend, and heâs definitely a lot more than just the quiet guy in the group. His personality more complex than what you had previously assumed, and it makes you wonder why you two werenât really all that close in the first place. The two of you have the same friends, take the same classes, and enjoy the same things. So what was the one thing blocking you two from becoming closer?Â
âWell thatâs all for today. I can walk you home.â He clears up his things, ready to leave the serene environment of the cafe, throwing away his cup along with yours.Â
âOh no you donât have to! Cheol is actually going to pick me up!â You tell him, seeing his black BMW sitting idle in front of the cafe already.Â
âSounds good. Let me walk you out at least.â He gestures to the door, allowing you to walk in front of him. He follows you suit till youâre in front of Seungcheolâs car. âIt was fun, Iâll see you tomorrow. Same time?âÂ
âYeah sure! Iâll be free.â You beam up at him, his frame towering over yours.Â
The wind is blowing slightly, causing your hair to get in your face, whipping at your eyes. Wonwoo is quick to react, taking the strand and placing it softly behind your ear. The heat begins to crawl up your neck fast, making you realize how close you two are standing together.Â
Wonwoo leans in a touch more to place a soft kiss on your cheek, and the blush on your face is definitely evident now. Before you can say more, hes walking away with one last good bye. Leaving you there standing with a shocked expression painted all over your face. Quickly you shake your head of what just happened before heading into Seungcheolâs car.Â
âWere you two on a date?â His voice is stern, obviously pissed off at what he just witnessed.Â
â...No just working on our project.â you say with a dazed look, watching Wonwoo's figure get smaller the farther he walks away.Â
âOkâŚbut he kissed you on the cheek? I thought he was just your partner.â Cheol presses for answers, he really wasnât impressed of having to witness such an intimate moment between you and Wonwoo. His blood curdling as the grip on his steering wheel tightens. The flesh on his knuckles turning a ghostly white.
âHe is just my partner, I really donât know why he did that.â You mutter as you try to recall all of the events that couldâve led up to this moment. It didnât make sense to you, did Wonwoo have a crush on you or something? Heâs never made any advances towards you before. So what changed that?Â
âHe obviously likes you. Do you like him back?â Seungcheol is too jealous for his own good. His pulse reaching new heights with how fast the blood was pumping through his veins. You canât like Wonwoo, thereâs just no way. Right?
âWell no. I see Wonwoo as a friend.â you admit, and the relief sped its way through Seungcheolâs body.
Although another side of him is wondering why it made him so angry to see Wonwoo act so flirtatious with you. He concludes that he just donesnât like it when peoples are touching whatâs his. Wonwooâs his friend and you and Cheol are intimate with each other, it would just be weird for Wonwoo to try something with you too, at least thatâs what Seungcheol says to himself as he tries to calm himself down. Youâre his best friend, nothing more, he keeps repeating it in his head. And if you decide to break off the arrangement with him to date Wonwoo, then he canât complain.Â
âOh. I see.â He mumbles as he starts the car again, taking the route to bring you back to your apartment.Â
âŚ
You and Seungcheol sit against your sofa watching a yet another ghibli movie. This time it is Kikiâs Delivery Service. Cuddled up in your blankets, your Friday movie marathon happening like clockwork at this point. Nothing can make you feel more content than feeling Seungcheolâs heartbeat as you watch your favourite movies with him.Â
His breathing is steady as his arm holds you close to him, his attention focused on the moving flashing across your tv. On the other hand, you continue to stare at him, his strong brows and nose bridge has always been your favourite feature of his. You love how manly he appears, but you know on the inside he like a big ball of fluff, so warm and inviting. He just smelt like home, even though your real home is miles away, heâs a piece that you can carry around with you anywhere you go.Â
As the movie continues to play in the background your attention is forced away from admiring your best friend and brought towards your phone. It lights up with a text notification from Wonwoo.Â
Wonwoo: Hey Y/n. I know this is sudden but Iâd really like to take you out sometime. Would that be ok with you?Â
Your eyes practically pop out of their sockets as you read the text over and over again. It kind of makes sense that heâs asking you, especially with how he acted today. But what does this mean for the situation between you and Seungcheol? You decide to respond anyways, not wanting to flat out reject him over text.Â
Y/n: uhhmm iâm not sure, can i have time to think about it? :)Â
Wonwoo: Sure. Take your time.Â
Beside you, Seungcheol sits with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. He knows he shouldnât look at your texts but he canât help himself. The moment he decides to, he begins to curse himself mentally, reading the text over and over again just like you. It pisses him off, seeing how forward Wonwoo is about his feelings towards you.Â
He ultimately decides not to say anything the moment you reply to Wonwooâs text, why did you even need to think about it? Shouldnât you have said no if you donât have feelings for Wonwoo? His heart falling all the way down to the pit of his stomach. The familiar feeling of the tug on his heart coming back to haunt him once again. Instead of asking you, he decides to call in early for tonight.
âHey angel I think iâm gonna head home early tonight.â He whispers to you, stroking the back of your head softly. The stinging behind his eyes doesnât leave, he just canât seem to get rid of it. He looks at you with such tenderness, from an outside perspective someone would mistake his stare for utter and complete love.Â
You look up from your phone, locking it before looking at him with a worried frown strewn across your lips.Â
âIs everything ok? Youâre not sick right?â you ask, placing a hand against his forehead to check his temperature. He shakes his head, taking your hand and placing it in his. His long fingers wrapping around yours, squeezing them reassuringly.Â
âNo no, iâm fine. Just gotta wake up early tomorrow.â He attempts to give you a convincing smile. You donât know why the mood has changed all of a sudden but you begin to worry even more.Â
âCheolie is something wrong?â You press the issue, not wanting for him to leave just yet.Â
âNo nothingâs wrong. Trust me Iâm ok.â He insists before getting up to to grab his jacket and leave. And just like the seasons passing through the city, he left with a swiftness you couldnât seem to comprehend. The hurriedness of his movements leaving you dazed and confused.
The guilty pit at your stomach only seemed to grow the longer the silence filled your tiny apartment. Seungcheolâs once warm presence left a dent on the cushions beside you and a cold cup of tea on the coffee table. You frown at the now empty living space, as well as the empty hole in your heart, which can only be filled by the man who left without another word.Â
XII.Â
The snow began to fall in your city. It came unexpectedly, and left just the same. This winter being colder than most, you started to feel the seasonal depression coming on a lot faster than usual.Â
Seungcheol left so abruptly that day, and with the midterm project you werenât able to reach out to him since then. It felt weird because this is the first time in a long time youâve gone without talking to him. The week dragging along as you head into midterm break, trying to think of what to say to him the moment youâre able to talk to him again.Â
For some reason, ever since that night you have had a weird feeling in your stomach. Call it intuition but it felt like Seungcheol was avoiding you. Even though you werenât able to reach out to him, he also didnât try to do so either. The predicament you find yourself in causing your thought to stray as you study for the second round of midterm exams.Â
You would see him often, in class, or eating with friends, but strangely enough he was gone before you could muck up the courage to approach him. The two of you stuck in an odd limbo that feels like it wonât end.Â
During this time in previous years, it would be you and Seungcheol studying together in the library, but with your current situation you knew it wasnât going to happen. So instead you sit with Jeonghan and Minghao, figuring out how to cram as much information as you can for the statistics final.Â
âY/n? You keep gazing out the window, is everything ok?â Minghaoâs voice cuts off your thoughts. His eyesbrown knotted together in worry.Â
âHuh? Oh yeahâŚeverythingâs ok.â You mumble, your eyes still looking out the window. The campus now coevered in a layer of snow, students walking around, bundled up in winter coats.
âYou sure? Youâve been staring out there for almost fifteen minutes now.â He checks on you again. You can only muster up a sound of approval.Â
Thankfully Minghao isnât one to push to get an answer so he leaves it there. The sudden urge to pee overcomes you, causing you to walk over to the libraries bathroom. But before you could reach it, two people walk into the library, causing you to do a double take.Â
The last person you expected to walk in is heading towards an empty table. Your heart beat stuck in your throat, the urge to use the bathroom is long gone. As you watch Seungcheol sit down with a girl, you feel the tears start to well. You were so confused as to why he has time to ask this random ass person to study with him, when he couldâve sent you a text instead. It made no sense to you, and with that, you leave the library without another thought.Â
The tears falling down your cheeks with every step you took. Seeing him with another girl pulled hard at your heart strings, unsurfacing a feeling you thought you got rid of long ago. You continue to walk with your head down, just trying to think of a private space to let out your emotions. But before you could do so, you bump into something hard, which turns out to be a manâs chest. Looking up you realize itâs Wonwooâs chest.Â
âY/n? You ok? Why are you crying?â Wonwoo speaks so fast, the worry spilling out of his mouth in words. His hand flying up to your face, wiping any tears that fall before they could roll down any further.Â
âI-I donât even know why iâm crying. This is so stupid my god, iâm sorry you have to see me this way,â youâre hicupping through your words. You begin to sob, and you feel wonwooâs strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close. Giving you the comfort that you would usually receive from Seungcheol.Â
Wonwooâs large frame squeezes you in, giving you that secluded space that you were once searching for.Â
Behind you is the frame of a man who is your usual safe space, your usual secluded corner. The one to help you deafen out the world from its ugliness and anger. He stands there watching you trade his comfort for Wonwooâs. Heâs never known what itâs like to be on the outside perspective and witness your hurt in this way. In the arms of another. With every moment passes as he watches Wonwoo comfort you instead, he feels his whole world crumble and fall at his feet.Â
XIII.
â đ flash back to seungcheolâs freshman year.Â
âYou talk a lot about this y/n person. Is she your girlfriend by chance?â Jeonghan asks Seungcheol.Â
âNo dumbass sheâs my childhood bestfriend. Iâve known her for a long time.â Seungcheol tries to clarify his relationship with you, not wanting others to mistake you two for something more.Â
âI dont know man, you only ever talk about Y/n.â Jeonghan shrugs before going back to his paper.Â
Seungcheol thinks about Jeonghanâs words, âwhy is she always popping up in my conversations?â, he wondered to himself. He canât help the fact that he talks about you so much, youâre all he knows after all. The only one to experience anything and everything with him. He canât help but want everyone to know what an amazing person you are, and the fact thatt everything around him somehow reminds him of you. It was like an empidemic. You conquered all corners of his brain, always with him, but far enough for him to miss you all at the same time.Â
âYou know, itâs not a bad thing if you have feelings for her. She seems like a great girl.â Jeonghan pipes up after realizing how little work Seungcheol gotten done due to his rampant thoughts.Â
âYeah I guess if i did, it wouldnât be a bad thing.â He mutters, attempting to focus on his work once again.
â đ end of flash back.Â
XIV.Â
For the majority of midterm break, you spent it cooped up within the confines of your room. Wrapping yourself in enough blankets to put a bear into hibernation. Youâve gone back and forth with your own thoughts. Calling yourself dramatic for crying over pretty much nothing, to crying again because you canât just invalidate the pain you felt when you saw him with someone else, and you donât even know what she is to him. Long story short, the over thinking is getting to you, but calling him up is the last thing youâre about to do.Â
Although youâve never really fully admitted or denied it, you know youâre love for Seungcheol goes beyond friendship. Youâve known for so long, and kept it to yourself for so long, and yet youâve never known whether he felt the same way. His actions always contradicting his words.Â
The clichĂŠ trope of the pain of falling for your best friend is as old as the bible. The story of the unrequited love you convince yourself youâll never have reciprocated, and yet at the end of every story everything works out, the two friends turned lovers. The end. But what about you? What about the fact that this isnât some story and you wonât be able to get ahold of your own clichĂŠ best friends to lovers ending.Â
Before you could spiral even further a notification dings, your phone screen lighting up.Â
Cheolie <3: im outside.Â
Seeing the text makes your heart drop, but you canât seem to stop yourself from climbing out of bed and opening the door to let him in. As you did so, you take a good look at his state. In fairness, he looked just as shitty as you did, if not worse.Â
The eyebags accenuating how tired he looks, his cheeks slightly sunken in. Probably from lack of sleep, and not to mention the way his hair seems to stick up sporadically, you know immediately itâs because he keeps running his hands through it.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â You cut to the chase, your heart already pounding out of your chest.Â
âI-um. Iâm not sure actually.â Seungcheol admits, his head falling as he stares at his feet nervously. You sigh, opening the door wider to let him through.Â
He looks lost and not like his usual self, which makes you feel even worse, but what could you even do to help him? You two werenât even mad, or had a fight, everything is just weird. So vague and hard to explain. All you knew is that youâre hurt and heâs at the root of it all.Â
âI donât have all day, Seungcheol.â You call him by his first name, and you can see how it pains him. The way his frown deepens with each moment you two stand there in the foyer, not exchanging the words youâre meant to say.Â
âIâm sorry, I know we havenât spoken in awhile and I just- fuck I dont even know man. I saw that text with Wonwoo and I just freaked out.â He puffs out, running his hand through his hair once more.Â
âSo thats why youâve been acting weird? Because of Wonwoo?â The look on your face is unreliable and Seungcheol feels the knot in his throat begin to form. Your hand come to cross in front of your chest and you scoff. âJust because Wonwoo shows interest in me doensât mean I have feelings for him.âÂ
âWhat? But you didnât reject him?â He presses on the situation even further.Â
âI just didnât want to be an asshole and do it over text.âÂ
âYeah right, I saw you two cuddled up last week!â He dejects, his arms flying around as he speaks. He doesnât know why you decided right now is a good time to lie to him, but he knows what he saw that day.Â
âAs if you werent spending time with some girl instead of communicating to me whatâs wrong in the first place? Youâre unbelievable. I canât read your mind Seungcheol, and why do you even care about what happens between me and Wonwoo? Weâre just friends remember? Or do you only say that when youâre on the phone with Jeonghan?â You spat, the words on your tongue coming out as fireballs of hurt. Every single one hitting him right in the chest.Â
âWe are best friends. I canât explain why I was so worked up, but if you were going to start dating him, you shouldâve broken off what we had first.â Seungcheol attempts to defend himself, spewing out whatever he can to justify his acts of stupidity. He knows himself that what heâs saying wasnât what you wanted to hear, but he couldnât bring himself to tell you how in love he is with you.Â
âOk so because of that, you just get to do whatever the fuck you want then huh? The rules just donât apply to Choi Seungcheol do they? It doensât matter if I get hurt in the process of it all.â You sneer, the cold look on your face never faltering.Â
âNo Y/n, I know we made rules but you broke them first. I just copied your actions.â He replies, it makes you mad that he lashed out because of a misunderstanding. You feel fed up, too tired to talk to him or argue further. The tears already threatening to spill the more you look at him.Â
You and Seungcheol never fought, you canât even remember the last time it happened. It was probably when you two were still kids, fighting over something silly and not talking for an hour, only to make up the same day. This fight is different though, so many things said out of anger, you knew it wouldnât just be forgotten the next day.Â
âI really canât stand you right now.â You say as a lone tear slips out, the salitness of it hitting your lips.Â
âThen sit.â He bites back, his facade almost cracking as he sees your tearful expression.Â
âFuck you. Go home Seungcheol.â You walk to the door, opening it enough to allow him to exit your home. He doesnât protest, his anger and sadness bubbling up faster with each second that passes. Heâs smart enough to not let his temper overcome him completely.Â
As the door closes on him, you let out an agonizing cry. Your sobs raking through your body as if the whole earth had crashed ontop of you. The echo of your cries filling the room, mocking you, reminding you of your loneliness.Â
XV.
Seungcheol hasnât been feeling well since the argument that went down a few days ago, but he canât bring himself to contact you again. The anger and sadness he felt quickly dissipated into nothing but shame. He knows itâs his fault. Its his fault that he didnât communicate with you properly, and the fact that he couldnât bring himself to tell you he loves you. He doesnât even know who he was trying to convince, but that argument with you made him realized so much about himself, you, and the friendship you two have.Â
The constant sleepless nights were starting to catch up with him, the bags under his eyes more prominent than they were the last night he saw you.Â
There are times he catches glimpses of you on campus and it pulls on his heartstrings, especailly because half the times he seen you, youâve been with Wonwoo. It pains Seungcheol to know that youâve been hanging out with him since the fight had gone down, but he has no right to stop you. After everything, he should be understand to let you do what you want freely.Â
âWell donât you look like shit.â Jeonghan interupts his train of thought, sitting beside him in the library. He takes out his notes and laptop, ready to work on their project for theri psychology class.Â
âWow thanks, I didnât know.â Seungcheol grumbled, hating how cheerful Jeonghan looks in comparaison to his own gloomy expression.Â
He takes out his tablet, pulling up their project. As much as he wants to ponder about you some more, he knows that he should probably focus on the rest of the project they need to complete. But everytime he tries to focus on anything other than you he ends up failing.Â
âSo what happened to you?â Jeonghan asks. He can tell something is wrong, both Seungcheol and Y/n have been looking so down in the dumps lately, and Y/n is flat out ignoring him, Soonyoung and Minghao.Â
Seungcheol canât even hold it in anymore, if there's anyone he can talk to about what happened, he knows it's Jeonghan. Despite their quarrelling, he finds Jeonghan to be a trustworthy person.Â
Before he can even speak, he recalls your face, the tears that were about to spill, and the way your voice sounded when you two were fighting. He doesn't even recognize either of you from that day, it was just so out of character for the two of you to fight like that. And the only thing he can do is blame himself for everything that happened.Â
Seungcheol feels his throat constrict, and his eyes start to sting. He hates that feeling, the feeling of crying and being vulnerable. In all four years of knowing Jeonghan he never thought heâd be crying in front of him. But once he asked that question it was like everything came crashing down upon him once more. All the memories of you, especially the ones from your fight make his heart ache so bad he has to clutch his chest.Â
âUh.. Y/n and I, we fought. It was a huge fight and it was really bad. I donât know what to do and iâm so scared Han. I-I think I love her.â He confesses to Jeonghan, as the tears begin to slip down his cheeks.Â
As he explains what happened that night, Jeonghan canât help but feel sad with him. The way Seungcheol speaks about the events leading up to the fight and the fight itself makes his heart ache for the two of you. He also canât help but mentally scold you two. He knew from the moment that Seungcheol and Y/n decided to partake in becoming friends with benefits, that it would just blow up in flames in the end. They love each other too much to say what's really on their mind. So afraid to ruin their friendship that choosing to become friends with benefits did that for them instead.Â
âThen let her know how you feel.. God Seungcheol, Iâve been telling this to the two of you for years now. You need to tell her, before it's too late.â Jeonghan is practically begging him, pulling Seungcheol into a much needed hug.Â
âŚ
You sit there, Wonwoo sitting beside you at the same cafe you two have been going to for the past week now. He always does the same thing, ordering your matcha latte and keep you company while you re-think your fight with Seungcheol. He can see that youâre hurting but he doesnât ever overstep any boundaries youâve set up. Instead he just sits there, waiting for you when youâre ready to talk to him.Â
You called him after your fight with Seungcheol, not knowing who else to turn to. You know that Jeonghan wouldâve been available but you werenât ready for the lecture that he wouldâve given you. Calling Wonwoo that one night turned into every night, and every night turned into daily trips to the cafe. He sits there, keeps you company, you thank him and he goes home. As much as he likes you, he realizes that youâre deeply in love with your best friend, even though you wonât directly tell him.Â
Wonwoo knew something happened between you and Seungcheol, especially because of how red your eyes were that night you called him for the first time. As well as the fact that he caught glimpses of Seungcheol staring at you with so much longing during class, it even makes Wonwooâs own heart ache.��
âWe fought over you.â You finally speak up, not bothering to stare into Wonwooâs eyes, instead opting to swirl your latte with your straw.Â
âWhat? Whyâ Heâs confused, why me? He asks himself.Â
You finally look at him, letting out a bittersweet chuckle, you wish you kenw too. Seungcheolâs distaste for you becoming closer with his friend seemed uncalled for, especially because youâre under the impression that he has no romantic feelings for you.Â
âBeats me.â You mutter.Â
âIâm sorry Y/n, I shouldâve never asked you out.â He says apologetically, the remorse filling his chest. He feels bad knowing he started this fight between the two of you, but he's also mad that Seungcheol just wonât admit his feelings for you. He just doesnât understand what was stopping him, especially since itâs so clear that you like him back.Â
âIt's not your fault.âÂ
âI know but you guys wouldâve never have fought if it werenât for meâ He sighs, looking down at the his hands, picking at them.Â
âNo, Iâm sorry that I even roped you into all of this. I shouldâve just been a normal person and tell you everything right away. Instead Iâve been dragging you along because I feel lonely.â You sigh, the guilt of including Wonwoo in all this drama starts to eat away at you.Â
âI want to be around Y/n, especially because youâve been so down lately. I know youâre in love with Seungcheol, but I still want to be your friend. I hope that's ok?â He comforted you, putting a hand on top of yours.Â
âI want to be your friend too. Iâm really sorry about everything, and Iâm grateful that youâve been helping me. You donât know how much this all means to me Wons.â You give him a small smile, the tears starting to running down your face as you glance up at him.Â
You are so grateful that you and Wonwoo became so close in such a short amount of time. He is so kind to you, despite everything thatâs happened. In another universe maybe you did fall for Wonwoo, and maybe you two were together and happy. But heâs not the one youâre in love with in this universe, and youâre thankful he understands that itâs strictly platonic between the two of you.
He pulls you in towards his chest, his arm wrapping around you. Staring at him, you canât help but glance at his lips. Youâre not sure what possessed you in that moment, but you feel yourself start to lean in with no rhyme or reason. Wonwoo does the same, heâs confused but he doesnât stop himself or push you away. Maybe if you just triedâŚ
Youâre so close that you can feel his breath fan of your face, and itâs like the realization hit you like a truck. Quickly, you pull yourself from his arms. You werenât sure what happened but maybe his warmth and reasurring words were starting to get to you, but youâre glad you stopped before you could even make the mistake for kissing him. He isnât the one you want, and he canât do anything to change that.Â
Wownoo can tell, he can tell that you donât like him romantically, but the way you were closing in on him had him fooled just for one second.Â
âI know, youâre in love with him. Itâs ok Y/n, I understand.â He sighs, looking at you with longing eyes.Â
âYes I am.â You breathe out, before pulling away from him completely.Â
XVI.Â
âY/nie open up! It's us.â A voice calls out from the outside of the door.Â
Jeonghan, Minghao, and Soonyound standing outside of your apartment, hoping youâre still alive. After your fight with Cheol, youâve been pretty much MIA from them. Not answering any of their calls or texts, so this is their last resort. Jeonghan knows why you havenât been contacting any of them, but he decided itâs time that the two of you finally have a talk.Â
His timing is a blessing and a curse, as he was the one to witness what happend the day you three went to study in the library. Thatâs when he knew that shit was starting to hit the fan. Heâs concluded that hes had enough of the two of you being so closed off about your feelings towards eachother, and it was his time to help once more.Â
You contemplated opening the door, but decided that you needed the comfort right now.Â
âY/nie! Are you ok?â Soonyoung comes running, tackling you into a bear hug. In this case, perhaps a tiger hug. âHannie told us everything.âÂ
He grabs your face, taking a closer look and inspecting your face, then making a conclusion before pulling you back into a hug. It warms your heart to see him so concerned about you, even after youâve been ignoring them and only spending time with Wonwoo.Â
You know you shouldâve contacted them, but they can tell whatâs wrong with just one look and you know you wouldâve cried if you had to explain everything. As much as you love the three of them, it wouldâve hurt your heart to recall what happened between you and Seungcheol. So you stayed quiet, opting for the solitude and comfort that Wonwoo offered.Â
âYes Iâm ok. Dont worry your cute little head.â You say, patting his head as you savour his comforting hugs.Â
âWe were really worried about you kiddo. Iâm glad to see youâre alive.â Minghao remarks as he squeezes your shoulder reassuringly.Â
âThanks Hao.âÂ
âOk enough with the reunion. Y/n we need to talk to you.â Jeonghan interrupts the tender moment, a small box sitting in his hands.Â
You arelady knew where this is going, but at this point you knew there was no way of getting out of this conversation. There is three of them and one of you.Â
Jeonghan sits you on the couch, his stern face coming into your view. It reminded you of the times your mother would scold you when you were younger. His hands crossed over his chest, foot tapping impatiently.Â
âY/nie we love you but you really need to just come forth with your feelings about Seungcheol. The fact that youâve kept it from him this long shows that itâs doing more harm to your friendship than good. I know youâre scared and I know you donât want to get rejected, but you need to understand that if you donât learn to tell him how you feel itâll blow up in your face.â He sighs, coming down to sit next to you, his hand on your shoulder.Â
âI know you donât want to fuck up your friendship with him, but how else can you move on from this if you canât even tell him how you truly feel?â Mingaho adds, giving you a soft frown.Â
As you take in their words, you canât help but feel the tears welling up again. Not just because your scared about the direction you and Cheolâs friendship is going to take, but also the fact that youâre thankful for friends who arenât afraid to tell you the truth.Â
âWe love you ok? And what ever happens weâll be there to help you. Every step of the way.â Soonyoung assures you, pulling you into a another hug. You laugh a little and hug him back tighter.Â
âThank you guys. I definitely needed that reality check.â you laugh as you wipe your tears.Â
They laugh with you, embracing you and supporting you.Â
âAnyways, theres something I want to show you.â Jeonghan says as he pulls back from the group embrace.Â
He takes the small box from beside him, presenting it to you. As you open it you grow even more confused. It was filled with letters addressed to you. From Seungcheol.Â
âWhat is this?â You look at Jeonghan, searching for an answer. He only shrugs.Â
âI dont know. Seungcheol gave them to me. He told me he wanted you to read themâ Jeonghan reveals, peering at the stack of letters in the box. âHeâs sorry you know? He said the letters will explain the things he canât say in person.âÂ
âHes sorry? I-â you didnât even know what to say, you were just scared of what all these letters could possibly hold. And why were there so many?Â
âAnyways weâll leave you to it. Text us when you and Cheol finally grow some balls and confess to each other!â Jeonghan and the two sidekicks bid you goodbye. Leaving you to scour through the letters on you own.Â
There was one letter in particular that has a recent date written in the corner.Â
Dear y/n,Â
I know you donât want to hear from me at the moment, and I know Iâve said some things I didnât mean the last time we spoke. Im sorry. Im sorry I didnât communicate properly with you, and that I left us in a vague and confusing position. I dont know what came over me. I was so used to the whole world just revolving around us two, and then when Wonwoo began to show interest, I just completely switched off.Â
You deserve someone as kind as him. A person who will be there for you when you need someone to lean on, a person whoâs willing to hold you till you can sleep peacefully. I was always that person for you for a long time, and if i'm not the one you want anymore iâll come to terms with that. I just want to see you happy Y/n. In the same sense that I know you want me to be happy as well.Â
There's not a day that goes by where I think about how thankful that I have someone like you in my life. You are my rock and sometimes you didnât even know. The more you read these letters, the more youâll start to realize how much you helped me. I know I would be able to survive without you, that I could do it even if it hurts me. But I donât want to. I donât want to live in a world where Iâm living to survive, when I can be living to make you happy instead. My best friend, the one who understands me inside and out. Please come back to me angel.Â
I love you and always yours,Â
Seungcheol.Â
As you read through the letter you couldnât help but burst into tears. The relief you felt knowing that he felt the same way, that he wanted you in his life just like how you wanted him. This was enough for you to know that he needs you like you need him.Â
You begin to sift through the countless of letters he wrote you, all of them as heart wrenching as the previous. It put into perspective all that he went through when he moved here all alone. And with each letter that you read, the harder it got to ignore to urge to just go and see him. So thats what you do.Â
Dropping the letters on the coffee table, you slip on a pair a shoes and head to Seungcheolâs place as fast as your legs could carry you. The snow starting to stick to your hair as it fell from the sky, the chilly weather making you shiver. But you couldnât stop yourself, you didnât even care. You didn't have a coat on nor a warm pair of shoes, the only thing preserving your heat is the thought of finally confessing your love to Seungcheol.Â
After ten minutes of speed walking, you find yourself in front of his door. You knock, nervously, your heart beating a hundred miles per hour. You arenât really sure what to expect, but you knew that you just needed to see him. Even if you were shivering, even if your hair and clothes are damp from the snow.Â
The door opens to reveal the man who you consider home.Â
âY/n? Holy shit you must be freezing come inside.â He ushers you in and you oblige happily. âWhy did you come in your PJâs? Are you crazy? You're gonna get sick.â He worries, grabbing your face, scolding you.Â
âI needed to see you.â You pant, tired from how fast you walked.Â
âLets get you some warm clothes first.â He states, grabbing your hand to lead him to his room. Marching over to his drawer he grabs you a pair of sweats and one of his large tshirts. Youâre completely engulfed in fabric but at least youâre warm.Â
âSeungcheol Iâm in love with you.â You tell him right before he goes to grab you a hot cup of tea. Better late than never, you thought.
He turns around, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. Your neck turns red as the blush starts to creep its way up your cheeks. Seungcheol doesnât say much more, his actions doing all the talking for him.Â
Taking your face in his hands, he swallows you into a kiss. Pressing his lips against yours with the same amount of passion and vigour as the first night you kissed him. You whimper at the sudden affection, fisting his hair in your hands to ground you.Â
He pulls way. âIâm so in love with you too Y/n.âÂ
He goes back to kissing you, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding on so tight that youâre convinced he thinks youâll disappear into thin air if he didnât hold you close.Â
âI love you, I love you my angel.â He keeps repeating those three words. Three words that finally replaced the dreaded âyouâre my bestfriendâ statement.Â
âYouâre my best friend and I love you.â You whisper to him against his lips.
Epilogue.Â
âJust keep watching the movie love.â Seungcheol warns you, his tongue playing skillfully with your clit as you try to do what he says. Your legs are spread for him, your hips grinding against his face, itâs pure bliss. The pleasure Seungcheol gives you seems to work better than any drug thatâs been created.Â
You donât know what happened, one moment you two were sitting on his couch, watching Howlâs Moving Castle for the millionth time. The next moment youâre watching your boyfriend kneel in front of you, eating you out while you try to concentrate on the movie playing on the tv.
âSeungcheol pleaseâŚâ You moan, his hair intertwined with your fingers as he continued to lick at your folds. You can hear how wet you are and it makes your head spin, the pleasure, the feeling of Cheols tongue grazing against you, itâs all too much.Â
âYou like this donât you baby? You like it when your boyfriend eats you out on his couch?â He taunts you as he pumps two fingers into you now, wanting to see you the way your eyebrows scrunch from all the pleasure. Â
You love the way he calls himself your boyfriend, the label rolling off his tongue perfectly. It was like he was meant to be called that all along. Itâs only been a week since you two started dating officially but youâll never get tired of hearing him tell you that heâs your boyfriend.Â
âYes! P-please I need you now, please baby.â You whine and beg as he teases you, his fingers still playing with your entrance. All you can do is watch him, your eyes lidded with so much desire that Seungcheol can probably come just from looking at you.Â
He relinquishes his hold on you, getting up to sit on the couch before manhandling you into the position he wants you in. Placing you on his lap, he takes off his sweats, revealing his hard member. You drool at the sight of it, ready to take him for all heâs worth.Â
âLook at how hard you got me love.â He whispers to you, placing a kiss on your lips after. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you moan against his mouth.Â
Without breaking away from him, you lift yourself up to align his length against the entrance of your needy cunt. Slowly but surely you lower yourself, causing you to gasp against Seungcheolâs lips, feeling him stretch you.
âHow are you still so fucking tight.â He mutters to you, his hands breaching the hem of the large shirt that youâre wearing. He fondles your breasts, pinching your nipples as you bounce yourself on his lap. Groaning at your actions, he lifts the shirt completely off your body, taking the opportunity to take one of your mounds and enclosing his lips around it.Â
âHmm so close baby.â You tell him, feeling your climax coming on. He groans as he continues to suck on your nipples, his hands snaking around to your ass to grope at the flesh. He grips you tight, forcing you up and down faster, releasing his mouth from your chest.Â
Seungcheolâs head leans against the couch to admire how sexy you look riding his cock. He doesnât let go of your ass, slapping it and groping it till youâve fully orgasmed.Â
âFuck youâre so sexy.â He mutters, driving you into overstimulation as he fucks up into you, his own release closely following yours. You clench at his words, your pussy gripping him like a vice, and it finally sends him into his own orgasm, his come filling you completely.Â
âI love you.â He says, giving you one last kiss before finding a wash cloth to clean you with.Â
âI love you too.â
â đ end. Â
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â ( drabble ) love thy neighbor ̨ ! ŕ¨ŕ§ ä¸ ë°ě˘
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⸠⸰ â jay thinks youâre annoying but that didnât stop him from being in between your legs ăž
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request. golden retriever reader who's very talkative and black cat Jay who's her neighbor.
ă ŕ¨ŕ§ authors note ă a jay fic that isnât ceo or husband crazy right?
jay loved the silence in his life; he actually preferred it that way. he lived alone, heâd go to work and only interact with the people he needed to interact with. his had a small group of friends who understood his lifestyle and wouldnât question it when he would drop off the face of the earth for a while â this was his life and he enjoyed it like that.
so itâs hard for people on the outside to understand why heâs always was with you when youâre the complete opposites â in contrast to jays stoic attitude, you were completely different. you did live alone, but you constantly had friends over, your work colleagues adored you; you were like the office puppy. you had many friends, people loved your company.
âjongseong.â he sighed under his breath after you called him for the 3rd time that hour. âyn you said youâd be quiet.â you giggled sitting up. âi know but im bored.â he turned around. âyour apartment is right across the hall.â you pouted. âitâs so quiet over there, i have no one to talk to.â you said. âdonât act like you enjoy my company.â
he got from his seat and you smiled thinking he was finally gonna stop whatever he was doing and give you the attention you wanted. âyou never know how to shut up do you?â you huffed. âi just- shut up.â he said, climbing onto the bed. âyou want my attention so bad?â he pulled you by your ankles, you shrieked as your head hit the pillow. âiâll give you my attention.â
thatâs why jay tolerated you; because although you annoyed him and caused him much stress sometimes.the sweet taste of your cunt beat all that. âjay this isnât what i meant by that.â he let out a tch sound with his mouth before slapping your thighs. âopen your fucking legs.â he said , your legs immediately spreading for him. âpretty fucking cunt.â he groaned running his fingers up and down your folds. âso wet down there, youâre fucking soaked.â he pushed his finger inside, you meweled out. âjay.â
he pushed his finger in and out of your, kissing your clit. âjay please.â you yelped feeling him nip at your clit. âshut up.â he licked your clit. âalways running that fucking mouth , you talk too much.â you whined. âthis pussy is pretty noisy too.â he smirked. âbut i like when she speaks to me though.â he gave your clit another kitten lick, you needed him and kept teasing you, so you started to squirm. âjay please touch me.â
âstop moving.â he growled. âkeep still and be quiet for once.â he said. âmy pussy needs attention.â you moaned out loudly as he dove in, eating your cunt like his life depended on it. âoh fuck jay.â you moaned, his tongue moved with such vigor. âoh my god.â you gasped out. âfeels so go-good.â
he brought his thumb back to your clit rubbing hard little circles on your clit. âjay im gonna cum.â you gripped his hair. âah!â you lost all sense as you came , legs wrapped around his head, heels digging in his back. âshit.â
he pulled away, slapping the insides of your thighs. âstill so talkative.â he groaned, his cock hard against his slacks. âmaybe I need to stuff that fucking mouth of yours.â he said palming himself, your pussy quivering with want. âno im gonna stuff your pretty pretty first.â he said.
âiâll make you gag on my cock later.â
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Super shy !
genre: smut, baker au, college au, crack
Pairing: shy loser virgin bakery worker ! soobin x college customer ! reader
Warnings: sub soobin, dom reader, clubbing, loss of virginity, riding, hand job, titty groping (canât be a Soobin smut without him being obsessed with boobies be fr), premature ejaculation,
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As soon as you stepped into the newly established campus bakery, walking up to the counter and observing all the pastries, contemplating for a rather long time before you end up deciding on what youâd usually order anyway, Soobin couldnât help feeling like his world got totally turned upside down. The sight of you rendering him completely speechless and unable to even think.
Time seemingly going by so slow like in the kdramas as your shiny hair majestically blows in the non existent wind inside, smile brightening up the entire bakery. He could practically see the roses blooming around your face like in the mangas. Was this love at first sight?!
Realistically, no.
But were you incredibly attractive to him and a breath of fresh air to the moody, stressed out college students that purchase a single coffee and stay for hours completing assignments with their backs concerningly hunched over? Hell yes.
And unfortunately for Soobin, he does not do well with pretty people. At all. Not realising you had even ordered, too in awe and preoccupied with taking in all your features until heâs snapped back to reality with the clearing of your throat and he can already feel his cheeks burning up horribly fast. Oh god. He really, really hopes itâs not evident right now.
âS-sorryâŚWhat did you say?â He begins apologising profusely to you, too embarrassed to even look you in the eyes, staring off more to the side. This was definitely not his best customer service.
With a chuckle, you brush it off and state your order again, âI said could I have the strawberry swirl cheesecake please?â If Soobin could look at himself in third person, he would so be face palming right now. Or better yet, maybe he could just go up and like, punch himself straight up or something for acting like such a loser.
âAh right... Thatâs âŠ7500. Cash or card?â
You pay with cash and Soobin, very nervously, fumbles around to garner the right amount of change to hand you, though doing it in the most awkward way possible and his palm makes direct contact with yours as he hands the money, making him blush even more and let out a small obvious gasp at the feeling of your soft hand. Oh my god. Why did he do that?! He really hopes you didnât find that weird.
You only let out another chuckle, thanking him before youâre leaving the bakery in an elegant manner and Soobin is left to sigh and watch your back disappear. Damn it. Heâll probably never see you again. You were so pretty and so cute, too cute even-
âYouâre such a virgin.â
His thoughts about you are abruptly dissipated by his coworker and unfortunately best friend, Choi Beomgyu who gives him the stupidest, most annoying grin he would definitely like to slap off his face right now.
âJust shut up.â Soobin grimaces and rolls his eyes at beomgyu, bringing a batch of freshly baked cookies out of the oven behind him and placing them into the display glass one by one.
"Youâre pinker than the strawberry macarons we sell. That's saying something." Beomgyu raises an eyebrow at him with sass.
So does that mean you could see how flustered he was getting then? Oh no! Soobin clears his throat and narrows his eyes at beomgyu anyway. âAm not.â
âAre too! Anyway, all Iâm saying is that interaction was painful to watch. Youâre really giving pathetic, loser, virgin right now. I cant lie.â Beomgyu attempts to stifle in one of his obnoxious laughs.
Soobin is quick to snap back, "You've only ever slept with one person!"
"S-so!! At least im not a virgin!" Beomgyuâs cheeks also become the equivalent to the strawberry macarons as he scrambles to try and defend himself, brows furrowed and cheeks puffed.
âWell, the concept of a virgin is purely societal anyway. It doesnât actually matter. It doesnât mean anything really.â Soobin bitterly replies, continuing to work whilst his counterpart does completely nothing like most of the time. It's usually soobin that does work, remind him not to agree to beomyu's silly ideas of getting a job together ever again.
Beomgyu scoffs and snickers at this, "Whatever. Youâre just saying all that to make yourself feel better because youâre a loser. LMAO"
"Iâll punch you right now."
"Then we'll both be fired~â
A poor customer still awaits at the counter to be served, standing in bewilderment and tiredness. Waiting for the two bakers to finish bickering and sighing as they donât seem like theyâre going to stop anytime soon.
Soobin doesnât expect to see you again, in complete honesty, heâs almost forgotten you even exist after you never come again. But heâs in luck and more than pleasantly surprised when he hears the bell to the door go ding!, indicating a customer had walked in. He looks up from the cake he was decorating and in comes you looking cuter than the first time he saw you. He tries not to mess up the cake and he stands up straight almost instantly when he sees you, waiting for you to order and trying to remain calm.
You laugh and point at his cute nose when you come up to the counter. âYou have like, icing all on your nose.â
âO-oh. I do?â He points at himself and you nod in reply. He feels himself going redder by the minute. He must look so stupid right now! And he urgently brings his sleeve up and tries to wipe the icing off his nose to not make himself look an even more of a complete fool in front of you .
âAh wait no. Let me do it!â You lean over the counter as you see him struggling and wipe it off the top of his cute bunny like nose instead for him.
And that was the end of soobin. The end.
-
You become a regular at the bakery and soobin becomes a regular of embarrassing the absolute shit out of himself each time he sees you. He really doesnât think he can top the previous comedic disaster that occurs when you enter, yet he always proves himself wrong, the awkwardness reaching new heights each time. From dropping trays of pastries, spilling drinks, nearly slipping in front of you, giving you a âŠ50000 note when it was only âŠ5000 change, the list goes on and on. Heâs actually surprised he hasnât lost his job yet.
And thereâs also always a disappointed beomgyu shaking his head afterwards ready to make fun of him when Soobin promises to make a move but freezes every time youâre in sight, too much of a pussy.
âIâm calling an intervention.â Beomgyu declares and sighs after the nth time of soobin making absolutely no moves on you whatsoever, âSoobin, my man, my bro, you desperately need to get banged. Itâs painful seeing the way you act. Your little crush is not gonna like you with the way you act. Thatâs it. Weâre going clubbing tonight after this shift. No buts.â
âBut-â
âI said no buts!â
âYou know I hate clubbing.â
âYouâve never even been with me despite my constant pleads.â Beomgyu shakes his head and makes a dramatic pained face at his way.
âSo? I know Iâll hate it.â
âYouâre such a hater bro.â
âYes I am. And I take pride in it. Iâm a hater of everything.â
Beomgyu just sighs. He was utterly hopeless.
Unfortunately, there was no way Soobin could get out of this because beomgyu was having absolutely none of his protests and excuses and thatâs how he ends up finding himself at the club anyway after his shift, sitting off to the side as he watches beomgyu disappear somewhere into the crowd. Soobin sighs as he downs his jack and coke. This was going to be a long fucking night.
-
In the dimly lit club, soobinâs discomfort was palpable, like a fish out of water and you noticed instantly upon arrival. Itâs that cute tall baker boy who always serves you! You excitedly make your way and sit next to him, he looked a little lonely. âHey! You work at that bakery on campus. I go there!â
Soobinâs eyes nearly fall out of his sockets at the sight of you sitting next to him and he nearly chokes on his drink as he splutters on his straw and nods. Act calm, act calm, act calm, act calm. Act cool and mysterious.
Itâs you! Youâre speaking to him?!
âSoâŚthese things not really your scene, huh?â
âGee. How did you ever notice?â Soobin attempts to smile and joke with dry humour but it executes a little more awkward and nervous than how he would have liked.
You also try to carry on the conversation since this is the first time youâve got to ever actually talk to the cute boy before. âIâm very intuitive. I can just sense things like that.â
He laughs at that too, feeling a bit more comfortable around you now. âNo but yeah, Iâd much rather be at home right now sleeping. Canât say Iâm much of an advocate for getting stupidly drunk with sweaty people you donât even know with terrible rave music and flashing lights that should have an epilepsy warningâ
âI get it.â You chuckle at how passionate he gets talking about how much he hates clubbing, frown on his cute face. âSo why are you here then?â
âFriend wanted me to. Said I needed to finally get laid or whatever.â Soobin rolls his eyes and sips on his drink again, motioning his head to the direction of beomgyu on the dance floor, clearly drunk off his ass now.
âOh, youâre a Virgin?â
Soobinâs ears go red when he realises what he said to you. âO-oh um y-yeah I guessâŚâ
âAre you waiting for like marriage or the right person or something?â You question, genuinely surprised. He was tall and very attractive and it was rare for college boys to not hook up every single night these days.
âGod no. Just never happened. I donât really care for things like that. Itâs probably overhyped anyway and doesnât even feel that good. Like porn is highly unrealistic anyway.â
âYou think so?â You chuckle at him and he nods, continuing to cutely sip on his drink with his straw. âWell maybe you should to try it out first and see for yourself.â Your words start to become a little flirty as you grow more confident talking with him and also because of the alcohol making you slightly tipsy now. âSorry, but do you want to get out of here?â
âYes please.â Soobinâs eyes widen even more at your suggestion and heâs more than happy to get out of here with you especially.
âUmm your friend is a bitâŚ.out of it right now.â You watch beomgyu drunk from afar, whipping his long hair back and forth claiming to everyone around heâll be able to do it fast enough to lift off his feet and fly like a helicopter.
âHeâll beâŚheâll be fine Iâm sureâ
Soobin has no idea what good stuff he must have done in his past life to get to this moment right now, in your room, making out with you, in your bed. Did he mention making out? With you?! The customer heâs been crushing on for months?! Holy, he might hyperventilate right now. It all feels like a dream. Is this real right now?
You cup his cheek and move into his lap, continuing to move your lips against his and soobinâs ears and face are all flushed, breathing loud of enough for you to hear and he looks all nervous and a little shaky.
You stop kissing him but he chases after your lips still and you stroke his cheek, âAre you okay Soobin?â
Heâs only able to nod, lips parted and eyes all glazed over. Heâs so out of it just from making out with you itâs crazy. But so cute too.
âC-can youâŚcan weâŚjust wantâŚâ
âWhat do you want, baby?â You chuckle and stroke his cheek as he manages to utter some words. The petname only makes his head go even more haywire.
âW-want youâŚâ
âWhat do you want me to do?â You giggle and coo at him.
He shyly shows you the boner heâs had this entire time. You canât believe he got a boner just from some kissing. âCan you-will you touch meâŚplease? Need itâŚâ He pleads at you nervously, so red in the face.
âAre you sure?â
He nods his head exceptionally fast and you begin to unbuckle his jeans as he watches you take his flushed and hard dick out, breathing only becoming heavier. Damn, you didnât think heâd be that big.
You take him into your hands and his mouth his already agape, gasping when you slowly start to stroke him.
You pump his big cock at a steady pace so as not to overwhelm him too much, though twisting and thumbing at the tip occasionally that has him drooling at the corner of his mouth and beads of precum dribbling out heavily from his cock. Itâs endearing how far gone he is just at you stroking his dick slow, shy whimpers and other noises eliciting from his mouth.
You unbutton you shirt with your other hand as you continue to pump him and his eyes go crazed at the sight of your tits, you guiding his own big inexperienced hands to grope at them and he does, slumping his head into your neck and shoulder moaning into it and still groping and squeezing at your tits.
With a sudden yelp you feel Soobinâs cum spurt up and leak into your hands, his eyes rolling back as he whimpers continuously from his premature orgasm.
He doesnât lift his head from your shoulder yet, too embarrassed to face you but he eventually does, eyes still half lidded, trying to catch his breath and heâs hard again. âW-will you fuck me? Please please please. Wanna feel it, wanna feel you, please?â He practically begs, still panting out.
âAre you really sure, Soobin? With me?â
âYes please! Only want you.â
You study his face for any hesitancy but itâs clear heâs so set on wanting you to fuck him. So you wrap your hands around both his wrists and bring him to lay down on your pillows instead, you still straddling his lap.
When youâve undressed your lower half, you bring his dick and slide it over your entrance a few times, he moans out loud, hands coming up shyly to cover his face and then you sink down incredibly slowly on his massive length . Soobinâs jaw drops and breath hitches at the feeling of his dick finally in your warm pussy, a strangled moan ripping out of him. He could seriously cum just from being in you right now, but he tries so hard not to or youâll be disappointed and he doesnât want to see you disappointed or embarrass himself even more.
âYou good, baby?â
âMâ f-fine. Just-Just need a minute.â Soobin shakes out.
You take his hands away from his face and lean down to softly kiss him instead, trying to calm him down and he effuses into your mouth, kissing back passionately with his eyes closed.
âIâm ready nowâŚâ He pulls away after a while and looks you in the eyes.
So you start to slowly move, riding him, going up and down on his virgin dick. Soobinâs mouth hangs open in endless moans and gasps and whimpers, face buried into your pillow to the side and his hair all messy now. Whole body flushed and shaking underneath you.
âBetter than you thought, baby?â You grunt out, bouncing on top of his cock.
âSo much better. O-oh my god, f-fuckâŚah!â So maybe sex wasnât overhyped after all. Because goddamn, you feel so fucking good. Maybe it was just you. But Soobin truly feels like heâs gliding on fluffy clouds right now. All the times heâs touched himself not even coming close to how he feels right now stuffed in your pussy as you fuck him, watching mesmerised as your tits bounce with each movement. He could die here right now in full contentment. Oh how he was so wrong.
Itâs not long at all before Soobin canât hold it anymore. His hips bucking up and breath hitching as a loud strangled mewl tumbles out of his mouth and you feel hot cum fill you up suddenly that makes you still your movements on him. He lets out a long slurred groan and then goes limp beneath you, eyes closing shut and open as he fades from conscious to not every now and then. Is he really that fucked out?
After a while, he finally somewhat recovers and comes back to you from his high, still panting out and chest rising up and down. He looks up at you with a small shy smile on his lips, arm thrown over his forehead.
âYou know I literally only go to the bakery because of how cute and silly you are and how you always make a mess of yourself whenever I walk inâ You chuckle and admit, drawing shapes into his chest.
âW-wait you knew I liked you?â Soobin asks, shocked and feeling embarrassed again.
You laugh, âCome on, you made it rather obvious.â
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A/n: having serious writers block rn but forced myself to write this in practically one sitting (it was so painful) and has not been proof read at all so if it makes no sense I apologise đ
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hii I absolutely love your writing!! I was wondering if you could write a one shot with gun kink? maybe not really something *aggressive* but just gun kink in the plot !! and please smut with no angst, also maybe aftercare in the end? it's totally okay if you're not comfortable. im loving your kinktober one shots! have a good day :)
A/N: This being one of like... three gun kink requests I've received, we are all not seeing the pearly gates lmao. If you enjoy reading this, even 50% of how much I enjoyed writing it, then I'm happy đ
Warnings: Undercover FBI Agent reader, gun kink, interrogation room sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, some BDSM themes, Spencer has to 'rough up' the reader etc.
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Being rough-housed by a group of FBI agents and pushed against a wall before being handcuffed was never your idea of a fun Tuesday night. It wasn't exactly high on the list for any night of the week, really, but here you were.Â
âCaitlyn Grant? You're under arrest for being an accessory to a felony and evading law enforcement, whatever you sayâŚâ You drowned out the rest of the statement. It was nothing you didn't have memorized.Â
âYou're not the usual drug crew, and you don't look sturdy enough to be on most of the other teams either. What part of the Bureau are you in?â You asked the lanky man currently pinning you to the wall as he made sure your handcuffs were aptly tight.Â
âYou have the right to an attorney, if you can't afford one-âÂ
âI waive my rights. It's not human trafficking. You wouldn't be working this case if you were human trafficking.âÂ
The man just stared at you in vague disapproval as you grinned back at him. His closeness meant you could see every detail of his face up close, the five o'clock shadow, the dark circles from lack of sleep. On most of the agents you'd encountered, it had the effect of making them look older, a little haggard, and depressed. On this man, it was honestly very hot.Â
He started your pat down by spreading your legs, though honestly, if he'd asked nicely enough, you'd have done just that for him. You near enough told him just that as he reached the two pockets on the ass of your jeans.Â
âWatch it, Agent, my bite is worse than my bark.âÂ
âTurn around.âÂ
You pouted at his solid resolve, wondering what it would take to get the man to crack a smile or even a frown. Something that wasn't just disinterest slapped on a face and called a day.Â
You did as he asked, making sure your body pressed nicely up against his the entire way until your shoulders were resting on the wall and he was feeling along your waist.Â
âCome on, what kind of weapon are you going to find there?â
âStandard protocol, please let me do my job.â
âStandard protocol is calling one of your female agents over here to maintain the boundary, Agent. This feels more like you're just trying to cop a feel.âÂ
Those words finally got a reaction. The subtle clench of the jaw as his hands tightened slightly on your waist had you suddenly regretting your decision to be put in handcuffs. Your hands should've been free to tuck the stray lock of hair that had fallen in his eyes behind his ear, free so your fingernails could trace a path down his face and neck and chest.Â
His gaze landed on the simple silver chain you wore around your list and he delicately pulled it out of your shirt, careful not to touch you (and avoiding you even as you arched your back into him).Â
With a quick tug, he pulled the necklace clean off your neck, not pausing to bother with the clasp at all.Â
âClever boy. I'll see you in the interrogation room, shall I?â He said nothing as the female agents you'd mentioned earlier stationed themselves on either side of you as you walked away. You didn't break eye contact until the doors to the police van closed behind you.Â
Six months undercover on a case, and this was the first time you'd stepped foot in a police precinct since you'd ditched your real name and life.Â
The interrogation rooms hadn't changed in that time, at least, still grey and depressing. Time felt void as you waited for company, and thankfully, you weren't waiting long.
âAgent Y/N, sorry about the arrest, we wanted to make it look as real as possible while pulling you out.â The woman who greeted you obviously held the authority, and while you wanted to respect that, the sight of the man trailing behind her actually caught her full attention.Â
âPleasure to meet youâŚ.?â You let the question hang open for both of them but kept your gaze fully focused on the man, who stood himself next to the door, keeping surprisingly quiet.Â
âI'm Unit Chief Emily Prentiss, this is Doctor Spencer Reid, we're from the-âÂ
âBehavioural Analysis Unit, of course. I was close, you know, earlier. A face like yours wouldn't last five minutes in cartel land. I almost guessed cyber, but you looked a bit too bookish. Doctor Reid, hmm.âÂ
âThis interview is taking place with Agent Prentiss. Please direct all your questions to her.â
âOh shit, sorry, where are my manners. I didn't mean to disrespect you like that, Agent Prentiss. It's just been a long few months.â
The other woman just chuckled and shook her head, leafing through some documents to pass you over the information on the case they needed assistance on.Â
âWe think there's a serial killer in the drug ring you infiltrated,â the woman explained, passing over the files with the case details. You took a moment's breath before opening to the crime scene photos, steeling yourself for what you might encounter.Â
âThere are probably a lot of serials in the organization. It's a drug ring. What makes this one worse?â You said, just as you flipped the file open and answered your own question.Â
âShit- Okay, that's what makes this one worse. He can't be more than 15, right?âÂ
The answering grimace on the two agents' faces suggested you'd been generous in your estimate. âOkay, how can I help?âÂ
xxxxxÂ
A few hours passed in the interrogation room, and you'd walked them through all of your up to date information on your case and cover. The chair wasn't exactly comfortable, but you were glad to be finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. The interview was ending, and you could see an end to your undercover work swiftly following too with the BAU's assistance.Â
You weren't looking forward to having to acclimatize back into the real world. You'd gone from pushing papers at a desk 9 hours a day to rubbing shoulders with drug dealers and junkies, a lot of whom were kids, young people like you who had no other options than the streets and crime.Â
You made a mental note to give a few warnings to the younger kids on the streets to stay alert and then started getting back into character.Â
âThanks again for your help, Agent. We appreciate your time.â Prentiss nodded at you as she gathered the folders, getting ready to leave.Â
Spencer Reid stood, too, stretching himself out as he rose from the chair, giving you quite the show as your eyes dragged from his face, down his chest and down further still as you appreciated the view.Â
The last few hours had been strictly professional, and you'd enjoyed bouncing ideas off of him, running through theories. Now, trying to get back into your âlusty barmaidâ persona, you thought instead about how much you'd like to bounce on him yourself, possibly while running your hands through his hair.Â
A girl could dream.Â
âHold on a second, I'm still in cover, I can't go back out there looking this pristine, it's too suspicious,â you said, the two agents turning back to you curiously.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âSomeone needs to throw me around a little. Rough housing, you know, a few bruises will do it.âÂ
Prentiss looked at you, caught halfway between impressed and amused. The good Doctor however seemed to darken slightly, covering his shock with a tensed jaw.Â
âShe's all yours, Spencer,â Wmily winked at the man, turning the door handle and beginning her exit.
âWhat? Why?âÂ
âI don't hit women.âÂ
âAnd I do? Emily, wha-âÂ
But the door to the interrogation room has already closed with a small cackle, and you're already being drawn closer to the man like a moth to a flame.Â
Turning to face you, you see the shock of the situation on his face before he looks away in a flash, refusing to meet your eyes as he keeps himself close to the door.Â
âDoctor Reid, I'm not actually a criminal, you know?âÂ
âI thought you wanted one of us to treat you like a criminal now.âÂ
âYou make a good point, shall we begin?âÂ
He signed and rubbed his temples as you advanced, letting you get a little bit closer before holding his hands up in surrender.Â
âWait, wait, tell me first, what should we be doing?âÂ
You took a deep breath and expelled it, then took the time to think about it.Â
You would need some visible marks of the FBI's unkindness - wrists red, a bruise or two on your knees, maybe, from falling. The problem was, you couldn't think about how to get the marks without driving yourself insane.Â
There was a quick and easy way to get tender knees, an even easier way to mark up your neck and chest, but you couldn't figure out how to ask Spencer Reid to do those things without spreading your legs and letting him do whatever he wanted. You weren't sure you wouldn't do that eventually, anyway.
âLet's start with my wrists. You were too generous with the handcuffs earlier - just grab them really tight, pin me against the wall if it helps.â
He nodded and took a hesitant step towards you, thinking for a second, before grabbing one wrist and spinning you around. Before you could even process the action, he had you pinned, chest against the wall, arms above your head.Â
âIs that okay?â He asked, his grip tight but not bruising yet.Â
âA little tighter, I want the marks to last a while. Why is my face against the wall?âÂ
He gripped tighter, the pain sending a jolt through your wrists that trailed all the way down to pool between your thighs.Â
âI thought you'd be less uncomfortable like this.âÂ
âWith your dick pushed up against my ass? Yes, Doctor, great decision.âÂ
He let out a cold, quick laugh, leaving you flushed as he pushed your upper body into the wall, too, finally getting to the grip strength he needed to get attention.Â
âI'm sorry to disappoint, Y/N, but that's my gun,â the words whispered in your ear were the last straw as you shuddered in his grasp, his hands releasing your wrists as he stepped back a little.Â
You shook out your hands a little, trying to momentarily relive the stiffness in your joints.Â
He took a few paces to the desk and upholstered his weapon, placing it on the desk before joining you again.Â
âSo you don't get confused again,â he explained at seeing your raised eyebrow.Â
âOh so next time, it will be your dick?â You whispered, moving back to the desk and sitting yourself on the edge or it, picking up the gun and studying it for a few minutes.Â
âY/N, put it down.âÂ
âOoh, possessive, are we?â You giggled, aiming it at him for a second before grabbing it by the barrel and holding it back out for him to grab.Â
âHold it, point it at me or whatever. Maybe it'll help you rough me up.âÂ
His brow furrowed, but he grabbed it anyway, not immediately slipping it into the holster as he stepped forward.Â
âWhat now?â He asked, and you shrugged.Â
âWhatever feels natural. And looks visible, I guess.â
It took him a few minutes to decide, surveying your body like it was a puzzle. Professionally, of course. You were about to speak up and urge him to get on with it when his hand shot out and wrapped around your throat.Â
You tried to gasp, but the grip was firm, and boy, was it driving you crazy. Your legs had naturally parted as you sat yourself on the edge of the desk, and he walked into that space now, his free hand still holding the gun.Â
Your body pushed forward into his, suddenly awash with arousal as your chest heaved with tiny breaths, lungs burning.Â
âAre you enjoying this, Y/N? Or is it Caitlyn Grant that's enjoying this?âÂ
You felt the gun touch your thigh gently, and you moaned, just as he softened his grip on your throat.Â
âAnswer me, please. This is an interrogation room, after all.â
You met his eyes, checking to see how far he would take this, how far you could push back.Â
âI'll admit, I'm not against mixing pain and pleasure.âÂ
His gaze flicked down, slowly pushing his gun up the skin of your thigh, raising your skirt with the barrel to catch a quick glimpse of your panties.Â
âI can tell.âÂ
If it weren't for his grip on you, you'd have lunged for him right then and there. The cool metal against your thigh had you shuddering against him, growing wetter by the minute.Â
âI read somewhere once that we can't pretend to be someone else without actually becoming them in some small way. You've been a cartel whore for six months, I wonder if this is a lasting effect.âÂ
He was so close now all he needed to do to close the gap was change the angle of his head, but he kept you in place with that gun, pointing up from your pussy, flush against your stomach.Â
âI'll tell you a secret - the part of me that's aroused right now definitely predates this cover.âÂ
His lips drop to yours, tongue clashing with yours furiously as he grabs the back of your head to angle you better.Â
Letting his hand drop back to your thigh, he gently coaxed you further open, skirt riding up. Putting down the gym momentarily, he pressed a wandering finger against your pantie-clad pussy, feeling your arousal before he used it to coat his fingers.Â
A second later and the offending pair of underwear lay discarded on the floor.Â
âFuck, Spencer,â you said, gasping for breath as he again picked up the gun.Â
âYou wanted this so badly, didn't you? You've been needing someone to treat you like this for months now. It didn't even have to be me.âÂ
He traced circles on your thigh with the gun, and you twitched, years of training not letting you relax around the weapon and months of sexual frustration, making you desperate for something to touch you.Â
âYes, yes, please touch me.âÂ
The hand at your throat slid down to your chest and pushed gently urging you to lie back and let him do whatever he wanted with you. The desk was cold - metal biting at your bare skin - and it only sent more shivers down your spine as he lowered himself to his knees and parted your legs for his tongue.Â
The first touch was heaven, a state of bliss you'd been without in what felt like forever. His tongue danced across your folds as he tasted every inch of your exposed cunt, grip still strong on the gun pointed now to your chest, pinning you between the machine and the table.Â
You tried to be as still as possible, to take the pleasure he gave calmly, but you couldn't. You writhed, moaned, chest heaving as you tried to hold off the first orgasm you'd achieved with someone else in probably a year. Â
Like a man on a mission, Spencer Reid did not care. He gladly suffocated between your thighs as you squeezed them together, wrapping them around his head so you could keep feeling the insurmountable pleasure of his tongue on your pussy.Â
âSpencerâŚSpencer, fuck-â you said as he finally pried your legs apart, lifting them just slightly so his tongue could reach further inside of you, curling with each wave of passion. Your hands fisted his hair, desperate for something to ground you to the moment as your pleasure spilt out of you, orgasm jolting through you in tiny sparks of pleasure.Â
The gun moved first, coming level with your chest as you untangled your fingers from his hair. Spencer stood, wiping his face with the back of his hand as he kept the gun on you.Â
âI think this turns you on even more. You've been ruined by this cover, Y/N, you're so used to being in danger that you can't even get off without someone threatening you.âÂ
You attempted to scoff, to brush off his words somehow, but his hand was suddenly back around your throat, picking you up off the desk and pulling you instead towards the room's one-way window.Â
âLook at yourself,â he said, again twisting you around so you were pressed into the wall, wrists above your hair, raising your shirt to expose the cold skin underneath. He ran the barrel across the fresh skin, leaving a field of goosebumps along his path.Â
âI don't think it would've mattered who came in to rough you up. I think you'd just as happily have convinced Emily to fuck your little pussy raw, right Y/N? As long as there was a gunâŚâÂ
Your moan was the only response as he used the weapon to spread your legs. You naturally arched your back and kept your hands in place as he holstered the weapon momentarily to unzip his pants and let his cock free.Â
You couldn't see it, but you saw his reflection in the mirror as he slowly stretched you out with it, mouth dropping in a lustful âoâ as he fed his dick to you, hard and thick.Â
As soon as it was in, the gun came back out, this time to rest against your temple.Â
âGet yourself off,â his voice was so low it was practically a growl. âUse my cock, and pleasure yourself.âÂ
Your body listened immediately, beginning to move back and forth on his cock as he held himself in place. His moans and groans were all the encouragements you needed, the gun at your temple was just made the pleasure more profound as you approached your release.Â
But he kept you pinned to the glass, your full range of motion limited, and you whimpered in frustration that you couldn't feel every inch of him.Â
âIf you need something, use your words, Agent.âÂ
âMore, need more, please..please,â you gasped, breathing ragged.Â
The hands at your wrists released, and he fisted a hand into the flesh at your hip, your wrists resting on the glass next to your face as he took over your thrusting.Â
âCan't even do this anymore, what a spoiled little whore,â he said as his hips began snapping into you, reaching that spot deep inside you as you drooled against the glass, wondering if anyone had just happened to step into that room and what they must think about you.Â
âCum for me, Y/N. Cum on my cock,â he said it, and entranced, your body did just that, your orgasm taking the last breath of strength you had as he too plunged himself deeper and stilled there, his cum coating your walls.Â
Neither of you moved for an eternity, but the first sign of clarity returning was the careful return of the gun to the holster.��
Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, Spencer minimized the mess you made together, cleaning you up as he slipped out of you. Discarding it momentarily on the floor, he pulled your clothes back into position and led you back over to the chairs. Just as he moved to sit you down, though, you turned and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug.Â
His arms hung suspended for a minute or two before he let them rest on your back, stroking your hair.Â
âSorry, it's been⌠it's been lonely, and I didn't realize how hard it had been until-âÂ
âIt's okay. Take your time,â he said, sitting down in the chair and letting you curl up in his lap, burying your head in his neck
âWeâll catch this guy, and then you're out, okay Y/N? We'll come back and get you out soon.âÂ
Lifting your eyes to his, you nodded, pressing your lips to his with a smile as you again worked yourself back into character, regaining your earlier composure and lifting yourself from the man's too comfortable arms.Â
âWell, Spencer, what do you say we get me back into panties and handcuffs and cut Caitlyn Grant loose?âÂ
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NSFW streamer!ellie x reader HCs
CW; sub!ellie, dom!reader, bratty!ellie, mama/mommy kink, cunnlingings, public sex (kinda??), having sex on stream, teasing, humiliation, hand-feeding food, domestic dominance, cockwarming.
A/N; this is an AU where twitch TOS does not apply because if it did she would be banned in an instant.
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⢠she's the most submissive bitch on the planet. this girl does not have ONE dominant bone in her body.
⢠she's more of a whimper and whiner than a moaner. and god are her whines and whimpers so pathetic.
⢠she doesn't just whine in the bedroom, she whines playing video games and you love to tease her for it.
⢠"y/nnn, please stop stealing my loot, loot goblin."
⢠"sound so pretty when you whine and use your manners."
⢠she would splutter and go red with embarrassment.
⢠"don't be gay on stream."
⢠"why? scared to show everyone how much you like me speaking to you like that?"
⢠"stoppp."
⢠it's adorable.
⢠she makes soo many "cum" and "im gonna touch you" jokes on stream. you would think she's a 12yr old boy with the humour she has.
⢠you love to secretly eat her out on stream. its one of your favourite funishments to give her, or sometimes she'll beg for you to. she loves the risk of being caught.
⢠you never make it easy for her. you always curl your fingers deeper and flick your tongue faster when she tries talking. sometimes she lets out a choked moan but covers it up with a cough.
⢠whenever she's close to cumming, she quickly turns her camera and mic off. she's tried to be subtle about her orgasming on stream, but she's not very good at it.
⢠she calls you mama/mommy on stream whenever she's feeling extra subby.
⢠you like to make your dominance over ellie clear. even if its just domestic dominance.
⢠normally, ellie forgets to eat and drink on stream so you'll come up behind her and grip her chin, forcing her to look up at you. it's an awkward angle but you don't care.
⢠"have you ate or drank anything?"
⢠ellie gulps, glancing down at her camera. "um, i mean, maybe?"
⢠your grip would tighten. "simple yes or no question, els."
⢠"no..."
⢠she hates seeing the disappointment in your eyes at those words. you always bring her some water and fruit after that. if she doesn't finish her glass of water or food in the next 15 minutes, you sit next to her and hand-feed it.
⢠it embarrasses and humiliates her that her viewers are watching you hand-feed her like a baby, but it's what she gets for not eating. she's gotta learn one way or another.
⢠she loves to have you cockwarm her when she has long stream sessions. it always brings out her bratty side though. she'll thrust her hips into you without permission, and it always pulls a surprised moan out of you.
⢠you scowl her for it, promising that she'll regret it later.
⢠there's a blanket wrapped around you both to shield your lower body from your viewers.
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hello hello lovely! so the other day i donated blood for the first time and i felt perfectly fine the whole time but then like ten minutes after i threw up with like no warning?? (im fine now turns out i hadnt eaten enough during the day!!) but anyway i was wondering if you might please do a similar scenario with emt!marauders? doesnt have to be exact of course đ love you!
Oh I'm sorry that happened to you babe!! Thank you for requesting <3
cw: mention of past blood draw, nausea, lightheadedness
emt!marauders x fem!reader ⥠798 words
Youâre bent over so that your head is almost resting on your knees when a pair of shoes comes into your periphery. It seems theyâve sent someone to make sure youâre not going to pass out.Â
You force yourself to sit up, every muscle in your body feeling strange and overwrought, and oh. Itâs three someones. Youâd worry your vision was tripling if they didnât look each very distinct, save for their black EMT uniforms.Â
The owner of the shoes youâd seen sits in the chair beside you, all brown eyes and kind, gentle features. âHi,â he says, âIâm Remus. Are you the one who had trouble with the blood draw?âÂ
You sigh. âYeah.â Give him a small smile you hope looks reassuring. âIâm fine, though. It passed quickly. Iâm just waiting for the go-ahead to go home.âÂ
âYou got sick?â A second paramedic asks you as he sits down on your other side. This one has glasses and thick, curly hair that falls just above his eyes. The third, with sleeves rolled up to display arms full of inky tattoos, leans against the wall across the hall from you.Â
Youâre not entirely sure which one of them to look at, but you decide upon the boy whoâd asked the question. âYeah?âÂ
His lips tilt with a sympathetic sort of smile. âProbably best not to be walking or driving anywhere while youâre feeling ill, love. Do you feel up to some crackers?âÂ
You take the package of saltines he offers you. Notice for the first time how badly your hands are shaking as you try to tear it open. He notices, too.Â
âHere, Iâve got that.â He takes it back from you, ripping it open with one easy motion. As he holds it out for you, he says, âIâm James, thatâs Sirius.â The tattooed paramedic shoots you a wink.Â
âNice to meet you,â you mumble. âLook, Iâm really okay. They didnât need to send three of you to check up on me.âÂ
Sirius laughs. âDonât worry, babe, no oneâs worried youâre going to have a seizure. Weâre just a package deal.âÂ
âThe staff is all busy with the blood drive,â offers Remus when you still look perplexed, âand weâre between calls. We just thought weâd sit with you on our break, if thatâs alright.âÂ
âOh.â You swallow a bite of cracker. âYeah, okay. Thank you.âÂ
He gives you a soft smile. âHow do you feel?âÂ
âIâm okay.âÂ
âYouâre shaking down to your kneecaps,â Sirius says dryly.
âThe nurse said you looked like you were going to faint after you got sick,â James tries in a lighter tone. âDo you still feel that way?âÂ
He keeps his eyes on yours, warm and gentle, as you chew the inside of your lip. âI donât think so,â you say. âJust a bit weird, I guess.âÂ
âWeird how?â Sirius presses.Â
You shrink some under his gaze, and Remus says sternly, âSirius.âÂ
âYouâre scaring her.â Jamesâ hand lands on your thigh almost absentmindedly as he gives the other boy a faux glare. âGo get some juice. Begone.âÂ
Sirius huffs a laugh, pushing off from the wall. âPricks,â he says as he goes.Â
James turns back to you, smile turned up to full wattage. âDonât mind him. What were you saying about how you feel weird?âÂ
âJustâŚmostly fine.â Itâs impossible not to grow shy under the attention of the prettiest guys you think youâve ever seen. Remus nods for you to continue. âA little bit nauseous, I guess, and shaky. JustâŚweird.âÂ
James makes a sympathetic sound, rubbing your thigh. The way you go shock still at the touch appears not to catch his notice. âYeah, sounds like lightheadedness to me. Sâalright, though, weâll get you fixed up in a minute here.âÂ
Sirius saunters back in with a cup of orange juice. âLook,â he says as he hands it to you, âI even got her a straw to prove Iâm not mean. See?âÂ
âI didnât think you were being mean,â you say quietly.
Sirius grins. âNo.â He chucks you gently under the chin. You shrink even further into your seat. You swear these boys are only making your trembling worse. âYou never said a bad thing, gorgeous. Itâs just these two, they love to tyrannize me.âÂ
âYou could stand to be tyrannized from time to time,â says Remus.Â
âYeah,â James agrees heartily. âKeeps you from tyrannizing everyone else so much.âÂ
Their easy bantering brings a smile to your lips. Remus smiles back at you, nodding to your orange juice. âTake small sips of that,â he says. âDonât drink too fast and stop if you start to feel sick again.âÂ
âAttagirl,â James encourages when you raise the straw to your lips obediently, rubbing your thigh again.Â
Theyâre lucky the orange juice doesnât come out your nose.
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WHAT SET YOU FREE, BROUGHT YOU TO ME BABY.
rdr2 men + short blurbs about their favorite sex positions.
ft. arthur morgan, john marston, javier escuella, and charles smith.
⧠tags : SPOILER HEAVY, fem + afab!reader, unprotected sex, light angst (in the horny post is crazy im sorry fdkjjkds), very gendered language, javier says one thing in spanish (thank u @nanamimizz), a little sprinkle of plot with each (and some canon divergency), john co-parents w abigail, otherwise just horny. 18+
⧠wc : about 1.4-8k each (6.3k total)
⧠a/n : sorry for making a multi character post for the cowboy game its cooking me to death. my john bias is showing rip. title is from rebel yell by billy idol but i listen to the bvb cover
sorry about charles and javiers but if i edit this anymore im going to level an entire city using hollow purple technique. please rb if you enjoyed i worked kind of hard on whatever this is.
sorry for . the THIRD repost of this i promise i wont after this. its just really bugging me. PLEASE
.đĽ Ý ËËâ˝Ë・â ARTHUR MORGAN + PRONE BONE ;Â
Itâs an odd feelinâ for Arthur.Â
Wanting something, he means. Wanting anything as much as he wants you. Heâs lived a less than quiet life up until now. And he ainât the brightest, certainly, but living this kind of life teaches you many lessons. One of them being, itâs better not to covet anything. Coveting something youâre not entitled to, wellâitâll lead you places you wouldnât want to go with a gun.Â
Arthur has made the mistake of coveting love before, dreamed of a future so completely out of his reach he almost convinced himself it was possible. Dreamed of it so foolishly heâd even go visit a woman he very well ought to forget. Itâs his problem, his burden to bear - always desiring outcomes unsuited to him.Â
Heâs just that sort of man he reckons. But he learned his lesson. He tries (tried?) to stay away from it after that. Tried not to pine too much for normalcy when such hopes had failed him twice. The loss of his child completely on his account and the loss of his love at the same fate.Â
So, wanting you - well, he feels like the world's dullest fool. Really. How is it that Arthur had fallen in love with someone again? It had all just happened so quickly. You were another woman heâd saved from the OâDriscolls, though it wasnât like you were no damsel. A lot of those men were dead by the time they arrived. That sort of perseverance would stick with you while you traveled together. Much like Sadie, you didnât take well to housework - you liked to earn your keep. Though youâre not nearly so trigger happy.Â
Youâre quiet, thoughtful, well-read. Plus youâre good at making money. Thatâs why Dutch don't complain about you joining them, he figures.Â
(Arthur tries not to pry into it too much at first, but he eventually learns that youâre gambling. Which is how youâre able to make such a fast turn around. A prim little lady like you makes for a fine poker player, and you love to play men out of their money. He thinks itâs one of the funniest and most interesting things about you. He canât help but love you a little more for it. )
When the feelings in him start to stir, Arthur tries to overlook it. Arthur convinces himself, time and time again - that thereâs no way heâll grow more tender about you. Eventually, itâll die down. Youâre a decent woman is all, a kind one - whoâs easy for him to love and even easier for him to confide in. In your time together, you often come to Arthur and you always seem to have some profound wisdom he is so sorely lacking. Someone easy to love, who does not expect much from Arthur at all. Itâs only natural a lonely, covetous man like him would start to dream about you. He tells himself, it will pass eventually. Should he simply let it run by him, it will pass. But Arthurs a fool, youâll remember.Â
 Of course, by the time he understood all that - he already loved you enough that he couldnât bear it. It was already too late and it wasnât going to change any time soon. Especially not while everything changed around him.Â
So, Arthur is undoubtedly a fool, but heâs lucky. He felt divinely blessed when youâd returned his feelings for him so politely. A coy little smile on your face, a laugh like you thought he was silly for being doubtful. Arthur tried to explain himself but you wouldnât hear a word of it. Maybe thatâs another thing he loves so much about you. Thereâs nothing he ever needs to explain.Â
In any case, all Arthur seems to do lately is want you. Wants you when itâs inconvenient. Wants you before he wants liquor or a cigarette or some other vice. Any time anything goes wrong, youâre the first thing his mind can conjure up for relief. That pretty smile and that self-assured way of living. Itâs hard to get time alone in camp. And Arthur is a man in love, so any touch could be enough to set him on fire. Last week you hugged his waist a little before giving him a kiss goodbye and he had to listen to you laugh yourself into a fit as he waited forâŚlittle Arthur to settle down.Â
He donât get many chances to be with you. Lay with you in that way that grown folk in love do. Though, if the two of you book it somewhere for a few days - the camp knows better not to ask where youâve been. But itâs not often you get to really be together, where itâs peaceful to do that. Someoneâs always hounding one of you to do something.Â
Arthur is a lucky man though, like he said. Today he had time. Today heâs alone with you in a beat up little saloon and today he gets to do as he likes. He gets to be greedy. And itâs an odd feeling for him, really, to want something so bad he disregards everything else in the world for a little while.Â
Feeling you, though - absolves the guilt for wanting. Heâd be stupid to want you any less desperately.Â
Arthurâs favorite way to have you is on your stomach. Laid flat, just barely pushed up against him as he fucks you deep. Youâll fuck like rabbits for a little while and Arthur will wear you out just like this, maneuvering you until youâre pinned all underneath his weight. You lose any fight you might have, too exhausted to worry yourself with pleasing him - and when youâre like that, you let Arthur take care of you.Â
(He really ainât talented at much, but heâs good with his hands. Being dexterous is part of being a talented shot. When Arthur has the time to spread you sweet in his lap and make you cum all over his fingers, he does so for as long as he can. At least until you beg him so sweetly otherwise. The same hands, soiled with gunsmoke, look so good so deep in you. At least in his eyes.)
Wet and pliable and helpless. Arthur loves you like that. He knows, he knows youâre anything but - but heâd be damned to pretend this donât feel best. Tight, wet cunt so welcoming from all the pleasure heâs ripped out of you. Your bodies pressed together, your heartbeat pulsing through your skin. All sticky, honeyed need and animal desire as Arthur lets all of him sink on top of you. His heavy, lumbering form crushing you in - trapping you somewhere you canât run from him. The curve of your spine pushed against his chest, ticklish.Â
Every inch of his body that so wholly wants for you, Arthur aches to make you feel. Burn it in you lest anything happens that risks your forgetting.Â
He can feel his hips meet your ass, backside squished against him - desperate for deeper friction. Whining. Youâre whining to him so pretty, a pillow pushed underneath you to give friction to needy clit.Â
Arthur can feel how much you want more. Maybe Arthur is greedy, but he likes that look much better on you. Your pussy is sucking him in so tight, silken walls pulsing with every shallow little measured thrust. Arthur lets his arm wrap around your neck, your face pressing into his bicep. You moan again and he laughs.Â
âArthur,â Your words come out in a messy slur. He lets his scruffy face press against your neck, a kiss behind your ear. He wants to kiss you all over. Thereâs not enough hours in the day. âOh, god, Arthur,âÂ
âStill feels good, then, Iâm guessinâ,âÂ
âShut up,â You huff and press your cheek into his arm. He doesnât bother stifling his laugh. âStill feelsâŚbig. Stretchinâ me outâhiccâso much,âÂ
You really donât try to rile him up - but you do a damn good job of it anyway. He groans, grunts as he pulls back and pistons himself in you. A gesture half-way between a kiss and the warning shot of a gun. The sound of skin hitting skin echoes, noisy and vulgar. Arthur donât pay it much mind. He laughs against your shoulder.
âOne of these days, that mouthaâ yours is gonna get me in real trouble.âÂ
You giggle back at himÂ
âWhat kinda trouble is that now?âÂ
Even from your side glance, youâve got that lovely little smile on you. Fuckdrunk and ingratiating, like you know heâs wrapped so tight around your fingers. And he is, like nothing else in the world could have him. A wave of possession curls up over Arthur, makes him press more of himself into you. Onto you. Another deep push of his cock, sliding against the tenderest parts of you. Staking some silent desire in you. He wants and wants and wants, and hopes that whatevers above him can forgive him for making the same mistake thrice.Â
âDunno,â Arthur comments, teeth grazing your shoulder and kissing the indentations âGot our whole lives together to find out, I reckon.âÂ
âIâll hold you to it, Mister.âÂ
Arthur laughs. âHope you do, Miss.âÂ
.đĽ Ý ËËâ˝Ë・â JOHN MARSTON + COWGIRL ;
John doesnât say that he loves you lightly.Â
Hardly a thing he says can be said that way. Could never afford too. In an alternate universe where nothing goes wrong in his life, maybe - but he has a hard time picturing what the hell thatâd look like. A version of himself so untainted, without all of the violence and blood and gunsmoke? Foreign. John canât picture it worth a damn.Â
Who John is without a deadbeat father and a dead Ma is somewhere far beyond his reach. Ainât nothing about his life, at any point, lighthearted.Â
On top of all that mess, heâs got a boy at age four with a woman he ainât married too. And that relationship is always on rocky waters, even though Johnâs decided to do right by his own flesh and blood sometime ago. Most things in the world he should feel good about he doesnât, and most things he should understand render him clueless. Heâs a mess on multiple accounts, and he still doesnât know how exactly heâs meant to approach this life of his. He knows what he should do, but nothing about how to do it.Â
John doesnât come to love you easily âcause he wouldnât know easy love if it hit him in his face. Quickly and painfully, but not easily.Â
Your return to the gang was an odd one. You were an old presence and your disappearance was an even older story. John thought heâd never gonna see you again for sure. Youâd been a part of the gang back long before all of the nonsense that took place in Blackwater and you left about the time Arthurâs boy died. John donât remember why you left exactly. He thinks it was a fight with Hosea, of all things.
 Dutch weren't too happy about it neither, but Dutch back then didnât make a show.Â
So you left, and John buried every feeling he ever harbored. You found all them again up in Colter, where youâd been living out your days lately. According to you, in the middle of riding, you thought youâd heard Arthur. So, somewhat recklessly, you went chasing him. Didnât matter if he was just something your mind conjured. According to you, if it was him, it was at least worth checking to make sure. Youâd reunited with Arthur and after some tears, he rode with you back to camp.Â
Upon your return, the gang welcomed you with open arms.Â
Youâd done a lot in your time alone.You spent most of that time just like that, a ghost wanderinâ the planes. You werenât gonna stay with âem, but Arthur insisted and Hosea did too. That wasnât enough to compel, so John was last to chip in. You should stay, at least until Valentine.Â
(Silently he thought, you should stay so John can trace memories of you. It was so long ago, he shouldâve forgotten all of it. You were a year older than John and always on his ass but easy for him to talk to. Didnât fuss over his failures. You just barely grew into your womanhood when you set your sights on running away. You wanted more than this life, and John never really forgave you for it. His first heartbreak, maybe - but itâs all too blurry for that.Â
You understood him though better than anyone, and one day you were gone. Nothingâs really the same.)Â
You changed tremendously and not at all. He missed you. God, did he ever. Missed you a long time. Didnât realize how much until you came back and everything in him felt right again. Your return stirred up old feelings and everyone noticed. He wasnât trying to keep it a secret, but he really wasnât trying to fall back into anything with you. Not how he did.Â
Just like you did back then, you read John like an open book. And just like he did back then, he loved you all too helplessly for it. It was just all too easy again, to be with you.Â
You stayed out of the way at first, for the sake of his family.Â
But, John ainât a half-decent man even when heâs trying to be. So he set himself on being with you. It wasnât easy - most things with him arenât as youâll see. Having you around again straightened what was left of his common sense, at least. He told Abigail before telling you. He figured you wouldnât even reply unless that was all out of the way. That turned out as well as youâd expect.
 It was settled between the two of you thereafter. Heâs lucky she didnât toss him into the street.Â
Everything works out in a way. As best they can between broken people. You make peace with each other. His boy loves you like a third parent (youâre better with him than John is). Abigail commends you for straightening out such a worthless man though sheâs a little melancholy. John just tries to stay out of the way. Youâll be together in the end. Thereâs a plan with the five of you.Â
But until it all falls apart, he doesnât get all that much time with you.Â
Thereâs moments like tonight, though. Rare ones. Together out robbinâ, cooped out some place in the woods where no one is around. A place so shaded by nightfall that John can absolve himself of every sin heâs ever committed in his life and pray at the altar between your hips. John is convinced he might find worship like heâs always hearing about there whenever he touches you, the marred skin of his hands and knuckles reading the scripture of your body with careful precision.Â
You might turn him into a literate man yet.Â
John glances up at you. Only the light of the fire and the moonlight there to accompany as he watches you over him. Youâre beautiful. John couldnât picture a single thing more perfect in his life.Â
Your hands against his bare chest, nails digging into the flesh as you lean forward. Your palm dug into the dirt, John finds his own hands rested at your hips. John looks at you awe-struck, cock twitching at the mere sight. His heart settles in his throat, but heâs calm all at the same time. With you, he forgets. All of it. The worst of himself.Â
Bare naked and so close, he watches your face as you strain. You feel soft. Every inch of you in comparison to him is. A bead of sweat slides down the valley of your breasts. John cranes his neck up to catch it with his tongue, licking a stripe up to your neck - letting his teeth sink into the space between your jaw and neck. You want to make it last and John doesnât blame you. Itâs so rare you get to have each other so unrestrained. John can feel all the ways you want him, can see it in your face - all pinched with need. Youâre holding yourself back, trying to get it to last as long as the night will allow. Itâs cute in a way.
Itâs different than how heâs used to seeinâ you, all cocky or otherwise. Youâre needy like this. Just needy. His stomach turns with lust, jolting through him like a strike of lightning. His cock twitches against your folds, sliding against them. Pure admiration watching the sticky mess of his pre-cum and your own arousal mix together and smear on your mound. You make a soft noise in the back of your throat, faint and tender as you fall forward just a little. John laughs against your neck.Â
âDarlinâ,â He says with a huff. Not malice. Something akin to bliss, where he can rarely afford it âHave I done something to piss you off today?âÂ
You pick yourself up and look down at him and frown. John kisses the corner of your mouth, resisting some crude desire to fuck up into you.Â
âJust,â You grunt as the tip of his cock passes over your throbbing clit, your whole body wracking to a shiver. John looks awed. âPent up. Goddamn it,âÂ
John figures it out quickly after that. Itâs this part of it he likes. The proximity. The closeness. Feeling the tremble in your hands as they struggle to keep up right, muscles strained in your forearms. Being able to hold you, to keep the pace or let you take the lead. The clear view of your face as pleasure travels up through your spine and melts into you. He grabs your hips, the fat dimpling underneath his fingers as he moves you along. He canât wait. You donât bother to protest seeing John canât seem to bear it anymore. You collapse into his chest, your tits pushed flat against his pecs.
His cock throbs near painfully, sliding against your soft cunt before finding himself lined with you. He thinks to himself that itâs this he was looking for, as he tucks your face against his neck and lets his tip stretch you out slowly. Such a vice like grip, stretching - resisting him like your whole body canât anticipate the sensation of fullness. You gasp against his throat.Â
âJohn,â Â
What a sweet sound from your mouth, even sweeter as he bucks himself up. Keeps you steady and lets his cock stretch you full, feel you deep. âThatâs right, my angel. Didnât think youâd remember my name when youâre all worked up like this.âÂ
âYouâre,â You gasp and John thrusts, thrusts hard until heâs buried to the hilt. You shudder, walls pulsing around him as he bottoms out and John laughs like the terrible man he is. He fucks you again, over and over - a wicked little smile watching âAwful. Just awful, John Marston,âÂ
âAinât that the truth,â He hums against your mouth as his hand snakes between your bodies, thumb rubbing against your clit. âWonder what kinda woman that makes you,âÂ
âA foolish one,âÂ
John laughs.Â
âI sure do love you for it,â
.đĽ Ý ËËâ˝Ë・âJAVIER ESCUELLA + SIDEWAYS ;
Javier hasnât thought about much other than surviving.Â
Itâs been like that. Been like that for a while, probably much longer than he cares to admit. Heâs sure any sane man would suffer the same plight if they lead the same life. Anything but survival is little more than a pipe-dream, so Javier tries not to go for anything too strongly. In that aspect heâs like many of the members of the gang heâs in, perhaps thatâs why he sticks to them. Thereâs that phrase Hoseaâs always saying - that misery loves company. Javier will take any decent company he can get. Heâs desperate for it just like heâs desperate for most things - inwardly, silently.Â
Some of that desperation may be symptomatic of who he is. After he killed a man in a crime of passion for a woman he loved and ran from a government who would sooner exile him than change, Javier decided to not dream anymore. Every revolutionary who dreams too hopefully pays the price in blood.
(Javier thinks thereâs probably nothing in the world as true as this. A form of gospel. He remembers the first dream he ever had after his uncle passed. Not a nightmare but a dream. He remembers the exact feeling of waking up, cold and confused. What is a dream, except a memento of survivor's guilt that loyal people cling onto fruitlessly. When hope starts to feel like a debt heâs going to waste his life paying back, Javier loses sight of everything. The beginning of the end in some way.)Â
His mind doesnât occupy itself with anything bigger than that. Since Dutch found him starving, there was never a desire to try and live off aspirations. He pays his penance with loyalty and honor. Practices some form of humility and tries, not too desperately, to carve a place for him to fit. All without drawing too much attention or caring too much. If you ignore the bleeding in his fingers, his penchant for knives over guns, and his refusal to talk too long about the place he comes from - itâs nearly believable that none of it matters.Â
Except loyalty. All Javier honors is that. Itâs the only thing he has some part in choosing, so he choses it every time. Living like that didnât make any difference to him. He was surrounded by mostly decent people. He didnât hate the life he was living.Â
It wasnât important. It didnât matter. His directionless-ness, his floating. Hadnât since he joined the gang. At least not to anyone but him. He didnât know what heâs meant to do or if he was meant to proceed with this forever. He was (is)Â loyal to Dutch. To the gang.Â
He hadnât thought much about what comes after.Â
And it didnât matter until he met you
Heâd sworn off love after seeing where it got him, at least until he could love more dispassionately. When the women bring you back from their outing from Valentine and beg Dutch to let you stay, Javier doesnât think much of it all. He thinks youâre pretty, if it counts for anything. But he doesnât let himself linger on you too long.Â
But thatâs the sequence with you two, really. The whole time. He doesnât linger until he does. It doesn't matter until it does. He doesnât think about you until itâs all he can think about.Â
You go for him first. And itâs in little, unimportant ways that might not mean shit to you but mean a whole lot to him. You have some kind of tenderness about you that you wear deep, runs through your blood like love ran through his once long ago. Some softness he canât really measure with his own. Itâs not that that gets him. Itâs that sometimes you look at Javier like he's ⌠someone you want to see. He forgot what that was like all together. It felt foreign to him the first time it happened. Seeing how you light up when Javier is around.Â
You wanted to see him. You noticed that heâs gone. If he sang by the campfire - youâd sit by him and listen. If he was out in the trees keeping guard, heâd hear the soft call of your voice to Grimshaw ask Whereâs Javier? And sometimes the girls will make fun of you - but you wouldnât deny anything they said. Itâs so small and ordinary. He wouldâve never considered himself simple before meeting you. Nothing is simple. Nothing.Â
(But then, Javier thinks of the kinds of songs he sings and the way he takes care of himself and the clothes he wears and maybe Javier has some kind of affinity for preciousness that explains all of it.)Â
When Javier confesses his feelings for you - he finds the affair to be like most things between you. Ordinary love, not really between outlaws but people. Itâs up against a tree while you share a drink and heâs looking at the curve of your mouth and the plum color Karenâs so kindly put on you. And his head fills with kissing you so he does. A breathless confession between alcohol stains and the feeling of your hands curled in the lapels of his suit.Â
From there, Javier is your lover. Heâs not interested in the business of secrets, but he tries not to let it show too much. Not that he doesnât want to. He wants to show you off more than anything - at least some part of him does. But the other part wants to keep you away from prying eyes, keep his love for you only where the both of you can see. If he could keep that pretty lovestruck face you make all to himself forever he would.Â
When he gets a chance to whisk you away from everything, Javier jumps at the chance. Not often, but Javier makes time for you. Makes time to indulge in love he thought heâd never find again.Â
Thatâs why heâs here with you in the middle of nowhere, a ghost town where no one knows you.. A reserved room with a bed and lowlights all to yourselves.Â
Javier canât keep his hands to himself and he doubts you expect him too.Â
For Javier, this sense of proximity is what intoxicates him most. The warmth of your bare skin in the slivers of yourself exposed. Javier is fond of finding you like this after a long day of horse riding. Of sneaking touches to your waist as you push back against him to sleep, only to find his desire for you - laid clearly. He likes hearing you whimper feeling his length poke against your back, the embarrassment when it dawns on you that he wants you after all. Always surprised, even though Javier tells you it so often. Whispers it along your neck and shoulders whenever youâre at camp together.
You like the feeling of his hands so Javier always starts with them. He squeezes your hips. Planes his palms over your chest before squeezing your chest, pushing the fat between his fingers. You like the way they look when they grope you, his chin resting against your shoulder as you spoon. In the lowlights of a cheap hotel - Javier gets the perfect view of your silhouette. Your body is sensitive over the fabric of your gown, heat prickling through you.Â
Javier who is always so gentle with you, rouses so deep listening to your whining as he explores your body. The suffocating closeness of a single bed intoxicates him.Â
âJavier,â Your voice is sweet and thin. Plays in Javierâs head like music and makes his mouth curl up into a catlike grin as you push back on him. You look slightly over your shoulder, lips pushed into a pout. âPlease,âÂ
He tugs at the fabric of your nightgown. The top half pulls haphazard underneath your tits, nipples perky and sensitive to touch while the skirt pools at your waist. What gets Javier like this is the desperation. Wanting so much but not being able to look too long. A way for you to mirror him, itâs a matter of possession. In some stupid way. Bunching your clothes up, pushing the fabric of your panties to one side, letting his arm wrap around your waist to touch and tease. All of these are imprints of his longing, tucked faithful into your side as he whispers sweet nothings into your skin.
His cock twitches as it pushes past your folds with finality, your hands curling up at your sides. You whimper softly, let your cheek rest against the sheets as Javier takes you on your side. Terribly close, you fuss as you feel him slide every inch into you slow, your hands reaching back for purchase. Itâs the fit of you against him so perfect, the silent strokes of intimacy, the hush-hush giggles between the sheets that Javier loves most about fucking you like this. Too enamored with you to look too closely, he lets his eyes flutter closed. He could get drunk just being in your space.Â
He carves out space for himself inside of you, feels your cunt accommodate for him like it loves him. A feverishness breaks out as his forehead rests on the space between your shoulders, an uncharacteristic whiny quality in his words.Â
âSer mĂo,â Javier says - as a reflection of what he really wants, to belong only to you. âBelong to me.âÂ
Darling as you always are, you nod softly.Â
âAll yours, Javier,â You whimper, finding his hand. âForever,â
.đĽ Ý ËËâ˝Ë・â CHARLES SMITH + MATING PRESS ;Â
Wandering.Â
Heâs been doing it his whole life. Not something heâs proud of. Or ashamed of either, really. Just how things have gone for him until now. Charles doesnât think his life has been any better or any worse than anyone else's. At least not when he weighs it with the same kind of pragmatism he does most things. Itâs been a hard life, and a miserable one in so many ways. Still, itâs not something Charles is too keen to dwell on.Â
Thereâs just something thematic about loss in Charles' life in a way he finds completely unpleasant. Itâs more constant than anything. Loss of his home, loss of his mother, loss of his father in an attempt to find whatâs best for him. Itâs some overarching message that hangs over his head like a shadow. Everywhere he goes, trying to rectify his own solitude seems to come back to him. It doesnât help that itâs an unfair world to start with, and wouldâve been if he had just been black or just been native. But Charles is both, and has lived a life that reflects that specific injustice thoroughly.Â
Thereâs not really anything Charles can do about it, at its baseline. When he left his father, the name of the game had simply been survival. He was well-equipped enough for that at least. But after survival comes trying to live and trying to live isnât something so simple. Jumping in and out of gangs who thought they could get away with slighting him or generally being surrounded by unpleasant people. Trying to find something in pages of book and scripture, or in the way water ripples when it rains.Â
Heâs never felt any one way towards the gang. Even when he joined them all the way back in the Grizzlies. Lost in the cold, theyâd crossed paths as Charles was out hunting. A lot of it feels like a blur. Of all the folks heâs met in his travels though, Dutch treats him fair and the rest of them (or most of them) are decent, honest folk. Charles stays in the Van Der Linde gang for such simple reasons as trying to stay alive and be somewhere that isnât actively hostile towards him. Heâs a good gunman, and a better fighter. The inner workings of gang politics and forging connection isnât at the forefront of his mind, with the exception of the kindest few.Â
The Van Der Linde gang is just a place where he can figure out what his purpose is meant to be, even if he doesnât find it there. Heâs never expecting anything to come out from his loyalties to it.Â
Of all the things Charles expects of his life in the Van Der Linde gang, love is at the very bottom of the list.Â
Maybe itâs about time he stops being surprised by these things happening to him one or way another.
 You were a member of the gang far before him, and someone Charles took to quickly. Youâd joined the gang not too long after John from what Arthur tells him. Though the brunette speaks about you more fondly than he does his brother. A problem child at the start, according to Arthur - always getting into all sorts of trouble. Something you seemingly feel embarrassed about now and refuse to bring up. Charles has a hard time picturing it having only known you as you are.Â
The woman youâve grown into is someone else completely, and Charles sees that in you all the time. Compassionate like Hosea but charismatic like Dutch, and clever. And youâre beautiful, too, though Charles feels a little shallow admitting thatâs part of what drew you into him.Â
It wasnât Charles that approached you first. You were the one who spoke to him, as often as you thought necessary but never in a way he found invasive. He doesnât know what it is exactly about you that charms him near instantly. Youâre enigmatic to a fault. Itâs like you always know exactly what to say and exactly when to say it. Even more than that, youâre a terribly pleasant person to be around. Subtly warm and free of assumptions. When Charles talks to you about anything, you listen without making him feel like itâs any sort of burden to you. You donât pry, donât make missteps. Treat him fair, and then some.Â
Itâs unbearably simple, just how quickly and how easily he comes to adore you. And, in some ways, Charles knows better than to believe that his purpose is loving someone. Thereâs more to it than that, surely - after everything.Â
But then, heâll watch you do something. Watch you do some kind of menial work that he could do for you instead. Thinks of skinning animals for new clothes and chopping wood and rubbing the soap off of you and all of a sudden it makes him feel anchored. Everything he could do for you. You anchor Charles easily, with a wispy smile. Make him want to find purpose in life with you. He never wants to be somewhere youâre not.Â
He confesses it to you just like that, and like you do with most things - you accept and reciprocate without making too much of a fuss.Â
For Charles, making love is an extension of wanting to ground himself in you. A distant siren song - the intersection of lust and bone deep adoration. Like most things, youâre the one to approach first every time. A soft hand on his forearm, a whisper that you want him. Itâs with ease that he draws you away. Drags from you camp during nightfall with his horse and blankets and picks a spot with the perfect view of the stars.Â
Charles watches you under the glow of moonlight, his vision adjusting to you easily. Naked underneath him, laid on your back with your legs folded at your knees - heaving deep breaths. He can see the sweat beading down your skin, your chest rising and falling - and the perfect view of your pussy. His hands and mouth are wet as you breathe out. He finds himself smiling at you, his own erection pressed against your thigh, pre-cum leaking out in a mesmerized haze.Â
You lift your hands up and he leans down, surprised as you wrap them around his neck and pull him closer to you. Your mouths meet like that, and Charles laughs against your lips as you kiss him so eagerly. You blink at him, pretty. Youâre always prettier than he remembers you being the last time he looks.Â
âCharles,â You frown at him. âItâs impolite to keep a lady waiting,âÂ
He kisses the corner of your mouth. âSorry, my love. I donât want to hurt you,âÂ
âWell, Iâm fine with it,â You repeat, almost petulant. Charles frowns. ââSides, it ainât my first time taking you, you know?âÂ
âWell, Iâm not fine with it.âÂ
You pout, looking at him all endeared. Charles couldnât help but love you even if he tried. âYou ainât gonna hurt me. Câmon. Please?âÂ
âPlease, what?âÂ
You look at him aghast before breaking out into a faux-scandalized giggle. âNow youâplease fuck me. Pretty, please.âÂ
Charles feels something tickling against his spine hearing you say it. He couldnât imagine getting sick of you in his whole life. âYeah, thatâs good to hear.âÂ
You make an indignant noise but itâs silenced quickly as Charles positions himself against your entrance. He has plenty of discipline when it comes to matters like these, but right now - he feels like heâs going to lose his mind. Not nearly enough patience to wait. He lets his hands go up underneath your knees just to have something to hold onto.Â
You make a little gasp as the tip of his cock pushes into you. Your walls are so soft, likely after all the orgasms heâd given you prior. You stop him in a shocked gasp, and Charles immediately readies himself to pull out. As if sensing his hesitance, you shake your head.Â
âCharles,â You gasp, the words caught in your throat and hoarse âDeep. Want it deep,âÂ
His abdomen tightens, cocking twitching hard at your words. He agrees silently to your desires.Â
When it comes to sex, thereâs very little Charles dislikes.
But this is his favorite. Heâs simple but no other position lets him see you so close. He likes the way your eyes widen as he pushes up underneath your knees and folds you underneath his weight. How you look pinned down under him, the perfect view of your eyes rolling back into your head and the proximity from your face to his. He lets his cock stretch you out slowly, throbbing each time your nails dig desperately into arms trying to keep your composure. Fuck you feel so tight like that. Soft pussy, dripping and sticky. You suck him in relentlessly, and Charles groans as he bottoms out. You take every inch of him so well. So perfect like the rest of you.Â
Your eyes flutter open as he stays there, buried in you in complete bliss. Youâre dazed.Â
âKiss?âÂ
Surprise followed by adoration, he abides by your request easily. Overwhelmed with it as he presses a chaste peck to your mouth, he laughs. âAs many as you want.â
Anything you want, Charles thinks, he would give to you.Â
.đĽ Ý ËËâ˝Ë・â
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