#kiana brown

[ledekiana]

[yestrday]

who’s your fav hsr character? mine is kinda basic, but it’s stelle. she’s so funny

we're the same bro... i love stelle sm it's insane shes so fucking stupid and my mind goes crazy every time i think about the time she spent with the stellaron hunters like whaaaat. was she evil. was she emo. did she do stellaron evil biddings. what was she liiiiikeeee

also i love welt ever since he showed up on honkai impact 3rd. i love my old men. and boothill has been rotating in my brain like a rotiserrie chicken ever since he was announced

[ancientforgcd]

@auntie-browning replied to your post “"Halloween doesn't even feel like Halloween...”:

"Same here. Didn't even make a dent on my dragon horde collection of miscellaneous to give away. What has this world come to?"

"Seriously, it feels more horny than ever."

[sassysophiabush]

[tonyswaymusic]

RNB type Beat

Throwback RNB 2022 (All That I Got) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jBvDtEjt4Xg

[shurisgf]

ECSTASY — A. ARETAS ✩ (1)

ೃ⁀➷ SUMMARY; in which , armando can’t keep his eyes off of his favorite dancer. So he takes matters into his own hands. | FEAT. Armando Aretas x BLACK!fem!reader | TROPE situationship ish? | FORMAT series | WARNINGS strip club, cursing, use of the n word | NOTES AYE WE IN THE STRIP CLUB YAWLLL 😜 thank you to the sweet soul who requested this!! literally had the time of my life writing this

🎧 for an enhanced experience , listen to the playlist selected below ;

` The Motto — Drake

` Truffle Butter —Nicki Minaj

` My n***a — YG

` What We Doin’ — City Girls

` Run Away — Chris Brown

` Pressurelicious — Megan Thee Stallion

` Throw Sum Mo — Rae Sremmurd

` FTCU — Latto

` Thooties — Dee Bills & Jenn Carter

` Ride — YK Osiris

` Cut ‘Em Off — Femme It Forward & Kiana Ledé

` No Frauds — Nicki Minaj

` Point Me 2 — FendiDa Rappa & Cardi B

` FTCU — Nicki Minaj

11:30 PM

“It’s packed tonight y’all. Make sure to keep it cute,” You announced, walking into the back room where everyone was getting ready. Your friends laughed at your statement as they continued their last minute touches, “Listen to her please. Last time it was packed Mercedes tripped and knocked over like 6 bottles of Casamigos.” Jade side eyed Mercedes from where she was standing. Earning a chuckle from you, who was now sitting at your station, finishing up last minute makeup, and making sure you had on the right heels. The loud music blaring through the club vibrated the walls, creating a muffled sound inside of the room.

Finally satisfied with how you looked, you walked over to the table with the other girls, while Jade came in with a round of shots, “It’s showtime bitches!” She smiled brightly as everyone took a shot from the tray. You threw your head back and drank the shot fast, feeling the alcohol hitting the back of your throat. Shaking off the feeling, you took one last glance in the mirror and began to walk out of the room with the rest of the girls.

The lights were a mix of purple and punk hues, music blaring through the speakers as you walked over to the stage and signaled to the dj that you were ready for your set.

“Aight now, we got one of our most fabulous girls ready to get on stage,” the dj announced whilst still controlling the music. “Show ‘em what you got Star!” He shouted, hyping you up as you entered the stage. You decided to dance to Run Away by Chris Brown, swaying your hips effortlessly as you walked towards the pole. That’s where you noticed the fine ass man you’d never seen in the club before. It looked like he was paying close attention to your movements as you mounted the pole gracefully, doing a couple turns, and making sure to keep your movements loose and fluid. Your neon pink bralet and matching thong glowed in the led lights, highlighting your body’s movements on the pole. You swirled down the pole in a hypnotizing motion and slapped your ass once you got to the bottom, looking out at the crowd. The man was still there, biting his lips as he eyed you up and down. You were used to men looking at you that way, but something about the way he stared made you feel like he was staring into your soul. Men were throwing 20’s and 50’s at you, so you made an effort to bend down and pick up the money in a seductive manner. A sweet lesbian couple also gave you a couple 100’s, which always made your day, because they were regulars. When you turned your attention back to the crowd, the man was gone. So you shrugged it off and continued to dance.

Finishing your set, you swayed your hips and walked off of stage so that the next dancer could do her set. Before you could make it to the back, your shift manager told you that a guy paid for a private 30-minute session with you, and to do what you do best, make him come back. You told her that you would head over there after counting the tips you made on stage and putting it away. To which she nodded, and told you to hurry and don’t keep him waiting.

You thought that it was just a random man, maybe a regular that bought private sessions with you before. Walking into the room, you could obviously tell that you were wrong. It was that fine ass man that was sitting in the crowd earlier. He sipped his drink as you walked into the room, closing the door behind you. He was manspreading on the couch, the tent in his pants telling you all you needed to know. You made him hard while you were on stage earlier, which is why he wanted a private session. Men were too easy to figure out. “Ven aquí, sexy.” He spoke up, wanting you to come over to him. So you did as he said, swaying your hips as you walked to him, knowing exactly what he wanted. When you reached him, you straddled him on the couch, beginning to give him a lap dance. Rocking your hips against his, he groaned out, clearly enjoying himself, throwing his head back in pleasure before speaking up. He gently held your hips, causing you to stop your motions. Looking up at you with those sexy ass eyes of his. “Let me see that pretty ass, mama.” He spoke in a calm, but weirdly menacing tone that made you feel flustered on the inside. You stood up and twerked in front of him, moving your ass in all the right ways, as you bent down and continued your motions. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful mama, why haven’t I come here sooner.” He scoffed, his comment making you laugh a bit. You turned around and bent down to his knees, looking up at him in his eyes. Rubbing on his thighs as you continued to move your body sensually. “I don’t know, but I’d love to see your face in the crowd more often.” You playfully flirted with him, as he smirked at your comment. “C’mere pretty girl,” he spoke in that same tone. Taking a hold of your hips and gently turning you around, pulling you back against him, where he wanted you to be. You can’t lie, it was hot as fuck. So you complied and passionately moved your ass against his lap once again, earning yet another satisfied groan from his lips. You were enjoying yourself, before your security knocked and opened the door, telling you that your 30 minutes were over. A part of you was disappointed, but you were on the clock and had no time to play games. So you got up and made sure to look back at him, whispering “Sorry handsome,” before leaving the room.

2:23 AM

By the end of the night, you and the other girls were in the back, counting money, when you saw a paper tucked into your thong band. Taking it out, you opened it to find a note from the man you had a private session with. It read; “Let me return the favor.” along with his name and number at the bottom. You smiled and chuckled to yourself before tucking the note away in your belongings, he must’ve slipped the note there when he grabbed your hips. “Y’all know that fine ass nigga that was sitting in section 5?” You questioned your friends who were still busy counting cash. “You talkin’ bout the one with the fresh haircut and that sexy ass goatee?” Mercedes questioned you. Everyone laughing at her comment. “Yeah, him.” You continued to count the rest of your money, “What about him?” Coco chimed in, wanting to know the tea. “His name is Armando.” You spoke out, your simple reply confusing everyone in the room. “And how the fuck do you know that?” Mercedes protested, confused as to how you managed to get the dude’s name. “The slick bitch got a private session with him, that’s how.” Jade aired out all your business, the room erupting in shock. You smiled to yourself, continuing to count your cash from the rest of the night. “What the fuck?,” Mercedes walked over to your station, eyeing you down, waiting for you to tell her what happened. But when she saw you still focused on counting your money, she spoke up again. “Well what the hell happened?”

“Just a lap dance, that’s all.” You lied straight through your teeth, not bothering to tell the girls that he was hard as a rock while you danced on him.

“You gave that fine mothafucka’ a lap dance?” Mercedes’s questioned, looking back at the other girls, making sure they heard the same damn thing she just heard.

“You lucky bitch”, “I been plotting on that nigga all night,” Coco added. Everyone turning to glare at her. “What?” She said in a shocked tone, placing her hand on her chest as if she felt offended.

“We all know you wanted that nigga, you a hoe,” Jade damn near spit out her drink as Mercedes rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to you after making her comment.

“She got a point though, last time you had a private session, the security said you was tryna’ do more than dance.” You spoke up, counting the last of your cash and putting it away.

“Girl fuck the security guard, he won’t talkin’ bout nothing.” Coco expressed, rolling her eyes at the both of you.

“Aight, I’m finna go, I don’t got time to play with y’all.” You spoke, grabbing your jacket and bag, getting ready to leave for the night. Before you walked out the door, Mercedes added, “Let us know if he come back.”

“I will.” You laughed, walking out the door saying bye to everyone.

As you walked out, you could still hear Mercedes’s loud voice, “Can’t believe she got to give that nigga a lap dance.” Laughing to yourself as you walked out of the front door.

What a fucking night.

GLOSSARY !

Ven aquí — Come here.

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part 2

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[princessbrunette]

playlists for the readers … ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ³ ᵔ ꒱ྀིა

bunny!reader ♡

just girly fun vibes — she likes her music catchy, pop-y and fairly relatable. rafe never lets her play her music in the car unfortunately, because he cannot be seen speeding down the road blasting the pussy cat dolls.

🎀 cassie — ditto

🎀 kali uchis, steve lacy, vince staples — only girl

🎀 frank ocean — sweet life

🎀 coco & clair — pretty

🎀 sabrina carpenter — feather

🎀 flo milli — never lose me

🎀 cassie — miss your touch

🎀 childish gambino, jhené aiko — pink toes

🎀 flo.rida, wynter — sugar

🎀 kali uchis — honey baby (SPOILED!)

🎀 angels — my boyfriends back

🎀 foxy brown, kelis — candy

🎀 lana del rey — music to watch boys to

🎀 jhené aiko — maniac

🎀 fergie — clumsy

🎀 ciara, 50 cent — can’t leave ‘em alone

🎀 shelley duvall — he needs me

🎀 nancy sinatra — sugar town

🎀 heidi montag — i’ll do it

🎀 nicki minaj, jeremiah — favourite

🎀 kali uchis — melting

🎀 lady gaga — boys boys boys

🎀 cassie — long way 2 go

🎀 the pussycat dolls — when i grow up

🎀 tom tom club — genius of love

🎀 beyoncé — freakum dress

🎀 gwen stefani — bubble pop electric

🎀 marina — primadonna girl

🎀 madonna — material girl

🎀 pussy cat dolls — stickwitu

🎀 leven kali, syd — do u wrong

🎀 kiana ledé — mad at me

kitty!reader ♡

listens to her music to feel cool n edgy. shes one of those people that think she’s a bitch but she’s not at all, just a lil grumpy. wants everyone to know she liked deftones before it was cool.

🐈‍⬛ pixies — is she weird

🐈‍⬛ arctic monkeys — mardy bum

🐈‍⬛ black box recorder — child psychology

🐈‍⬛ the smiths — pretty girls make graves

🐈‍⬛ ethel cain — crush

🐈‍⬛ mazzy star — she’s my baby

🐈‍⬛ radiohead — creep

🐈‍⬛ chris isaak — wicked game

🐈‍⬛ limp bizkit — rollin’

🐈‍⬛ the pretty reckless — makes me wanna die

🐈‍⬛ pearly drops — bloom for me

🐈‍⬛ deftones — root

🐈‍⬛ fka twigs — two weeks

🐈‍⬛ deftones — romantic dreams

🐈‍⬛ hole — doll parts

🐈‍⬛ margeaux — hot faced

🐈‍⬛ siouxsie and the banshees — she’s a carnival

🐈‍⬛ kip tyler — she’s my witch

🐈‍⬛ deftones — mascara

🐈‍⬛ soho dolls — bang bang bang bang

🐈‍⬛ enigma — sadeness

🐈‍⬛ DANGERDOOM, MF DOOM — perfect hair

🐈‍⬛ radiohead — idioteque

🐈‍⬛ björk — come to me

🐈‍⬛ the nbhd — fallen star

🐈‍⬛ arctic monkeys — crying lightening

🐈‍⬛ deftones — diamond eyes

🐈‍⬛ the smiths — girl afraid

🐈‍⬛ ethel cain — unpunishable

🐈‍⬛ mitski — townie

🐈‍⬛ gorillaz — kids with guns

🐈‍⬛ evanescence — taking over me

deer!reader ♡

she’d say her playlists are all over the place — but it’s organised mess. she has them perfectly collated and in her head they make perfect sense. don’t put her on the aux though, not because the songs aren’t good but because the vibes are all over the place.

🍪 shura — 2shy

🍪 minnie riperton — les fleurs

🍪 april march — chick habit

🍪 benee — kool

🍪 camille saint- saëns — … le cygne

🍪 the little dippers — forever

🍪 allie x, mitski — susie save your love

🍪 she & him — why do you let me stay here?

🍪 lesley gore — i’m coolin’ no foolin’

🍪 sza — prom

🍪 the penguins — earth angel

🍪 SALES — renee

🍪 cleo sol — sunshine

🍪 japanese breakfast — be sweet

🍪 kate bush — cloud busting

🍪 mazzy star — halah

🍪 the mamas & papas — dedicated to the one i love

🍪 scissors sisters — filthy / gorgeous

🍪 fiona apples — shameika

🍪 fleetwood mac — mystified

🍪 margo guryan — under my umbrella

🍪 erykah badu — apple tree

🍪 mort garson — plantasia

🍪 sza — sweet november

🍪 quadron — sea salt

🍪 corinne bailey rae — green aphrodisiac

🍪 sade — lovers rock

🍪 ella fitzgerald — moonlight serenade

🍪 cigarettes after sex — truly

🍪 tv girl — heaven is a bedroom

🍪 the velvet underground — femme fetale

🍪 clairo, coco & clair — racecar

🍪 james blake, rosalía — barefoot in the park

🍪 tame impala — nangs

puppy!reader ♡

never seen without her walkman — loves running around and dancing to her upbeat music. her playlists will remind you of days in the sun and dancing in summer rain.

🐶 her’s — love on the line (call now)

🐶 HAIM — summer girl

🐶 the la’s — there she goes

🐶 stacey q — two of hearts

🐶 faye webster — right side of my neck

🐶 bakar, summer walker — hell n back

🐶 beabadoobee — sunny day

🐶 dominic fike — babydoll

🐶 jungle — back on 74

🐶 pinkpanthress — attracted to you

🐶 duran duran — girls on film

🐶 shuggie otis — strawberry letter 23

🐶 sixpence none the richer — kiss me

🐶 matilda mann — bloom

🐶 HAIM — falling

🐶 311 — amber

🐶 earth, wind & fire — boogie wonderland

🐶 lorde — ribs

🐶 lesley gore — sunshine lollipops and rainbows

🐶 stevie wonder — all i do

🐶 the human league — don’t you want me

🐶 the turtles — happy together

🐶 pet shop boys — west end girls

🐶 clairo — bags

🐶 pat benetar — love is a battlefield

🐶 the psychedelic furs — love my way

🐶 scouting for girls — she’s so lovely

🐶 noisettes — wild young hearts

🐶 the all eyes i — beat goes on

🐶 tame impala — elephant

🐶 sublime — waiting for my ruca

🐶 mgmt — boogie down

[ledekiana]

[penvisions]

how we pass the time {by the grit of sandpaper}

Pairing: Jackson! Joel Miller x Patrol Partner! Reader

Summary: Budding conversations and budding feelings go hand in hand as you begin to spend more time with Joel Miller.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: canon typical language, pining, requited unrequited feelings, heart of gold joel, carpenter joel, woodworking joel, artisan joel, patrol partnership, lots of feelings, joel miller's hands need their own warning, joel is so soft in this, pet names, terms of endearment, SET BEFORE THE FIRST CHAPTER

A/N: the lovely @picketniffler sent in an emoji ask for the final chapter celebration and i ran with the idea (it was only supposed to be a drabble but these two live in my head rent free) ♡♡

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“Reading.” You had replied almost instantly, causing a hearty chuckle to sound from somewhere deep in Joel’s chest. His random question of hobbies barely leaving his plush lips. “I spend a lot of time reading, researching.”

“And what exactly do you research?” He didn’t turn from his survey of the trail ahead of him, the trees thick and dense with summer blooms. You had been with him for a few months now, partnered up as Maria begins to reduce her activities, Tommy wanting to remain as close to her as possible in case anything happened. Due in winter, she was about halfway through her pregnancy, something you were trying to fuel with protein and nutrient dense foods. Things you could make to allow for some hormone control and balance. Hence the research. Any and all books on food and cooking found their way to your doorstep, or were delivered to you by hand from the couple themselves, even a few of the other council members should they need to see if had anything of interest for the whole community first.

Your answer wasn’t as instantaneous. Voice caught in your throat as you took in the rather picturesque view of the man’s broad body atop his trusty stead trotting slowly up ahead of you. His shoulders were swathed in a denim button up, fabric taut over the planes of his shoulder blades, allowing you to see how his back tensed and clenched as Kiana, his favored brown and white patterned horse, tackled the overgrown trail. His hair was shorter, as if he had tried to curb the prevalent heat but it only made the disheveled curls his hair had been in begin to show themselves around the nape of his neck. Sweat beaded up and dampened the denim, no doubt even more noticeable on the tank top or undershirt he donned underneath.

But you hadn’t been so modest today, decked out in a pair of jeans and tank top. The sleeveless top allowed for your arms to feel the embrace of the sun, not quite smoldering but still sweltering. Sweat was surly discoloring the pale blue of it, the tone matching Joel’s attire. He had teased you over it when he approached the stables, you already having prepared the horses for the early morning route. But the grin with his tongue between his teeth had told you had hadn’t really minded, and maybe he had even liked that you had unconsciously matching him…

“Olive?” He turned to you know, one thick brow raised in question. “Heat got ya?”

“No, sorry. Just, taking in the views.”

“Views are pretty good.” His eyes moved over your body, taking in the way the strap of the shotgun was nestled over your chest, the collar of your top low. The shade provided by the wide brimmed hat you favored allowed for your eyes to remain hidden from him, though you were sure he could’ve felt the weight of your staring.

“You said you do a lot of research?” You shook the mental image of you both sprawled out on your couch, you with a book in your hands and a notebook to scrawl notations, him with another or even just content with something playing brightly across the room on your small television. He was so…alluring. His quiet demeanor, his willingness to do what he could to earn his keep in the community, his skills of helping Tommy and the scant crew with construction and home repairs. He had been a there since spring, a part of your life since then. Unwilling to imitate the rest of the town as he noticed how they either ignored your presence or gave you tight lipped smiles in response to your scarce interactions. He didn’t really see you much around town, something you had admitted to not doing much, leaving your house. He must’ve sensed the shift in your mood when he had asked why, moving his focus onto something else.

“Oh! Y-yes, research. O-on the nutrient offerings of food, of how certain crops can be boosted through simple scientific fixes, I work in the gardens a lot, have one in my own backyard.”

“I been reading a lot lately myself.” He turned back to face forward, the column of his neck glistening with a light sheen of sweat. “Also been dabblin’ in woodworking.”

“That’s pre-pretty cool. What made you interested in that, if I may ask?” Silent for a beat, his eyes tracing the way a long limb up ahead shook. Searching for anything that would signal another soul this far into the forest, or if it was just a small animal scurrying as they foraged or fled at the gentle rise and fall of your voices as you shared with one another.

But he was also thinking…picturing you sat beside him in his newly set up work room in his home. The light woodsy, floral scent you seemed to have naturally encompassing him as you watch him walk you through carving and painting the small figures he had begun to sooth his aching hands with. Turning to you, a smile so soft you often aimed at him in full bloom as you relished in sharing his space and the smooth baritone of his voice. He knew you liked it, how it was low and gravely sometimes in the early morning. Coffee smoothing the edges of his sleep and shifting it to velvet that prompted more conversation on the days your eyes dilated upon his arrival at the stables.

“Always so sweet with your questions. Thought we were passed that, I’ll talk with ya. About anything.”

“I really appreciate that, Joel.” You tightened the grip of your hands around the reigns. Thinking about how he didn’t shy away from you like most people, even if he was notoriously hard to connect with when he was out and about in town. So busy at all hours of the day, returning to his home, his and Ellie’s home well into the evening nearly every day. You only noticed because his street was just beyond yours, his large build passing by your windows as you made dinner each night. The urge to call out your open window and offer him a serving always on the tip of your tongue. “It…it means a lo-lot to me.”

“I like our conversations, sweetheart. One of the easiest people to talk to.”

Your breath hitched and you hoped he hadn’t heard it, but the minute swivel of his head to the left told you he had despite his bad hearing in the other. He had only ever called you by your nickname. He only ever called people by the names handed to him along with their introduction. Your skin tingled, pride at earning such an endearment from the man making your head swim and your mind go blank.

“Would love to show you the figurines I make sometime, started it as a way to curb the pain in my aching hands but it’s actually pretty calming.”

“Ye-yeah, I get that. Zone out and create something.”

“Exactly, you got it just right, sweetheart.”

There it was again, the new reference and you felt heat rise up from where it came to live in your chest and up the column of your neck. You…you wouldn’t mind hearing it more or even the invitation to see his home, his work. The niggling feeling of the town taking the occurrence and fueling the fires of gossip surrounding you springing up and tainting the moment. You frowned, not liking that the mere possibility of talk deterred you from the man’s kindness.  

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[dilfl0v3rss]

Todo ! Todo ! Todo ! Todo !

Enemies to lovers? 🤭 Anyways.

You and todo’s mutual friends have been going crazy. Whenever y’all were in the same vicinity, y’all would argue like crazy. It didn’t make sense to y’all’s friends. Y’all were cool like a week ago..

After being forced into a room by your friends, the two of you made up very quickly and ya made sure everyone knew.

i love todoooo and i love youuu😩

you didn’t know why you and todo started acting this way towards each other. maybe you finally got sick of the way he’d talk about fucking different kinds of women or maybe he got sick of you lecturing him about it. maybe it was how highly he spoke of himself, always bragging about how he’s and best and how no man on earth could ever amount to him. or maybe it was the fact that you didn’t give him the attention he’s get so easily from other girls. whatever it was, it’s been causing the two of you to be at each others throats every time you’re around each other.

“you not doing it right suge just move and let me do it” todo groaned as he watched you roll up a blunt for you and your friends. you had recently gotten your nails done after almost a month without them, so rolling with them on was a little harder than it used to be. none of your friends had an issue with this, taking the time to just talk amongst each other while you worked, but of course todo did.

a sucked his teeth obnoxiously as he watched you try to ignore him and continue on rolling up. “aoi leave me the fuck alone my nigga. let me jus do what i need t’do.” todo just rolled his eyes, signing as he pulled out his phone. “hardheaded ass” he mumbled, making you jerk your head towards him. mai and kamo instantly giving you worried looks as you took the tray off your lap and got up. “roll it yourself m’finna dip. not finna sit her and argue wit your big ass” with that, you began your journey to maki’s room to get your jacket.

“why you gotta be such a dickhead to her t? y’all used t’be so close and now all y’all do is argue. it’s pissing everybody off” yuji said at he picked up the tray to finish what you started. todo just rolled his eyes. “stop rolling your fucking eyes and get your shit together. we can’t do nothing fun as a group without the two of you jumping down each others throats s’annoying and embarrassing” mai said. a wave of anger washed over todo’s body, making him get up and head for maki’s room to get his jacket as well. “ian dealin wit this. m’goin home”

as todo came into the room he noticed that you were still in there, jacket in your hand as you were seated on the bed. “the fuck you still doin here for? don’t got a ride?” he chuckled, instantly regretting it when he got a glimpse of your tear soaked cheeks. he could tell you weren’t sad, having known you for too long to not know the difference from when you were crying out or sadness or out of anger anger. right now it was anger. your fists were clenched tight on your thighs as you tried to calm yourself down. “just get your shit and go aoi”

now todo should’ve just listened to you. should’ve quietly grabbed his coat and left you to calm yourself down, but he always had to push it. “or what? you gon hurt me suge?” he chuckled as he looked at your much smaller body move towards his. your dark brown eyes staring up at his. glossy and wet with your tears as you contemplating punching this nigga dead in his face. before you could come up with a decision the sound of the door shutting snapped you out of your thoughts.

“make up or you’ll be here all night.” you heard kamo say as the sound of the door locking quietly rang in your ears. then you heard shuffling behind the door, probably the three on the outside putting something big in front of it to keep todo from breaking it down. “stop playin yuji i needa get home. just texted kiana t’get my dick sucked.” you scoffed at his words, wiping your face as you sat back down in the bed. you pulled out your phone, texting your roomate that you’ll be back later than you planned. “been telling this woman to get that fixed” you mumbled, talking about the fact that her doorknobs were put on the wrong way.

todo just stared at you from the door, giving you an annoyed look as he watched you nonchalantly scroll through your phone. “so you jus not gon talk t’me” you kept your voice flat as you replied, not giving him the curtesy of looking at him as you spoke. “they’ll open it eventually” he scoffed, crossing his big arms over his chest. “and if they don’t?” you sighed in defeat. why can’t this man just shut up? you set the phone face down on the bed, giving him a bored look as you spoke. “what you want me t’do aoi? if you wasn’t such a dickhead we wouldn’t be in here like this” your words irritated him, but the both of you knew they were true.

you and todo used to actually be the closest out of all of your friends. you were always together getting into shit and feeding into each others antics. that was until you found out he’d been chasing away every guy you’ve tried to get somewhere with. threatening to beat them up and all types of other stuff to keep you from being happy. you just thought he was jealous, not wanting his best friend to replace him with another man. you couldn’t have been more wrong. todo has been in love with you for years and he knew you felt the just as in love with him when you very drunkly confessed to him when you called him to pick you up from a party.

you told him about how you were in love with him, but hid it to keep your heart from being broken. you knew how promiscuous his lifestyle was and you figured he would never be able to settle down, so you bottled up your feelings and let him be. but todo didn’t want you to leave him be. he fucked all those women to take his mind off of how much he loved you. he knew he was wrong for scaring off all those guys, but he knew they were no good for you. the only one he wanted you with was him, but he just didn’t know how to tell you.

“i keep tellin you suge. these guys just want one thing from a nice girl like you and i refuse t’let em have it” who does this man think he is? this was your life and you’ll be damned if you let a man say what other people can and can’t have from you. you got up from your seat, walking towards todo before getting in his face. “so i can’t live my life, but you can fuck three different bitches within the same day?” todo gave you a stern look at your words, jaw tightening as he watched you continue on with your speech. “listen i know these niggas just be wantin to fuck, but it’s my decision to let them. if i wanna fuck a nigga and let him leave my house early the next day without calling again ima do tha-”

your words were cut off by todo’s lips on yours. his tongue instantly sliding into your mouth as he brought his hand around your throat. his other hand slid to your ass, making your stomach get butterflies as you melted into the kiss. todo looked deep into your eyes as he pulled away. “ion want you doin that to yourself ma. you a good girl, you not possed t’be doing that” a small whine left your lips at todos words. “but you do it” you said, earning you a tight squeeze on your ass while todos eyes began to harden. “don’t act like you don’t know why. you knew i been wanting you for the longest and you keep ignoring it cause you scared of me hurtin you.”

you shyly reverted your gaze at his words. eyes on the ground as listened to his true statements. todo put his hand under your chin, bringing your eyes back to him as he slid his hand from your ass to your waist to move you closer. “what i gotta do for y’to not be scared anymore? want me t’show you how much i want you?” all it took was a small nod from you and todo had you laid on the bed. skirt and panties discarded as todo nastily ate you out. his spit and your juices covered the bottom of us face as he held both of your crop top covered breasts in his hands. todo didn’t bother trying to keep you quiet, he let you handle that on your own as he focused solely on your pleasure.

“a-aoi m’gonna cum” you whined, voice in a hushed tone as you opened your mouth in a silent scream. todo smiled into your pussy, pushing his tongue past your tight walls repeatedly to get you to your much needed orgasm. “i know. do it on my face” his words caressed your ears, your release trickling out of you as todo cleaned you up completely. he didn’t leave a single drop to waste. as you came down from your high, todo stood up from his place on his knees. big broad figure in between your legs as he took off his compression shirt. “how you wanna take me mama?” he asked, smirking as he watched you turned over on your stomach. you arched your ass high in the air, gripping one the pillows to keep yourself from being heard before looking back at him. “good girl”

todo slowly freed his dick from his sweats, stroking his thick shaft with your juices that were on his hand. he was huge. your eyes widened at the sight of how he wasn’t only just thick, but long as well. todo noticed your worry and quickly reassured you. “i opened you up good mama. you don’t have t’worry” your unease began to fade away as you listened to his deep voice. as todo lined up your entrance you started facing forwards, putting the pillow close to your face just incase you get the urge to scream. you knew todo fucked good, always hearing about it from other women as you acted indifferent about it. a tinge of jealousy washing over you as you thought of the many other women he’s slept with. will you be his last? is this just a one time thing? what will the two of you be when this is all said and done. a thousand thoughts ran through your mind at once, making you slowly reach your hand back to grab his hand.

todo’s eyes were instantly on you. “was wrong. you uncomfortable?” you shook your head no, causing todo’s worried expression to fade as he waited for you to tell him what you needed. “are you….are you gonna keep messing with all those girls after this?” remorse started to fill todo’s heart as he lightly squeezed your hand. his brown eyes look deeply into yours as he spoke. “no, s’me and you now. no more girls” your eyes lit up in happiness as you listened to the words you longed to hear. you turned back around, pushing your ass out further for him to continue. todo chuckled at your eagerness as he began to sink himself into you. there was only a small sting as todo put his full length into you. your grip on the pillow tightening as you felt the pleasure of him moving inside your tight walls.

“am i good. can i fuck you ma?” you quickly nodded your head in the pillow, clenching around him tighter as your pussy grew excited at the stretch. with that todo started with a slow pace, trying his hardest to restrain himself from staring off too rough. “f-fuck aoi that feels so good baby” the pet name quickly went straight to his dick. pushing todo even more to want to pound you into the mattress.

his hips began to snap into a little rougher, his dick kissing the sweetest parts inside you as you fucked your self back onto him, trying to get him to give you more. “h-harder daddy” you whined. you could tell he was holding himself back, trying his best not to be rough, but that was what you wanted. you wanted him to ruin you for anyone else. your words quickly broke his resolve. todo took a deep breath before laying both of his hands flat on your back, leaning down on them to keep you from moving too much as he began to fuck you vigorously. “like this ma? you want me t’fuck you like this?”

you moaned out a “yes”, the pillow under you long forgotten as you let your screams and moans fly in the atmosphere of the room. “there you go. love your pretty voice” todo coo’d at you, loving the way your walls always tightened when he spoke to you. “y’like when i talk t’you mama? feel you squeezing me” todo slid his hand up your back, pulling you up by your hair as he angled his hips upward towards the spongy spot inside of you. “o-oh my god m’gonna cum” he let out a loud chuckle behind you, wrapping one hand around your throat while his other held your middle. todo slowed his thrusts, grinding his dick into you as you whined out from the feeling of your orgasm being pushed farther away. “can’t let you cum so soon baby. want you t’cum with me”

todo continued to slowly fuck you, giving you sloppy kisses. your lipgloss was completely erased from your lips. the strawberry flavoring being shared between your tongues as the two of you moaned in each others mouths. “m’there now. you wanna cum?” you quickly nodded your head before eagerly reconnecting your lips with his. todo began to pick back up his pace, his thick dick sliding in and out of your tight wet walls making squelching sounds fill the room. as he reached the speed he was at before, you felt your release begin to appear again. your legs shaking as you were having trouble kissing him back. “let it go ma. i can feel you holding it.”

you let out a loud moan as your essence dripped from you. white cream coating his dick as todo fucked you through your orgasm. “mhmm. there you go. let me have it” as you came down from your high, a wave of fatigue rushed over you, causing you your body to weaken as you slumped back onto the bed. todo let out a little chuckle at this, letting your sleep as he got you dressed and picked you up. even in your sleep like state, you knew to wrap your arms and legs around him before falling back asleep.

todo rubbed your back with one hand, soothing you as he knocked on the door with his other. it was opened almost instantly by mai, a shocked expression on her face as she looked at her friend in his arms. “i swear to god todo if you hurt her i’ll kill you.” he rolled his eyes, ignoring her as he made it way to the door. yuji and kamo shared the same look mai had. eyes wide as they watched todo check on you, big hand still rubbing your back as he tried to be as delicate as possible. “y’know maki’s gon kill you for fucking in her bed right?” yugi said, making todo scoff as he turned towards his three friends. “she not gon know cause y’all was the ones that locked us in there, using her room as a coatrack/prison while y’all sat out here and smoked all her weed.” the three of them looked at each other, communicating with there’s eyes that they won’t tell. todo laughed, finally making it to his destination at the door without anymore interruptions.

“ian complaining tho….finally got my girl”

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in August 2024 🌈

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Happy reading!

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❓What was the last queer book you read?

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❤️ Failure to Comply - Sarah Cavar 🧡 I Spit On Your Celluloid - Heidi Honeycutt 💛 You're Embarrassing Yourself - Desiree Akhavan 💚 Death of the Hero - Briona Johnson 💙 Between Dragons and Their Wrath - Devin Madson 💜 The Crimson Crown - Heather Walter ❤️ Sacrificial Animals - Kailee Pedersen 🧡 Oath of Fire - K. Arsenault Rivera 💛 The Palace of Eros - Caro De Robertis 💙 This Ravenous Fate - Hayley Dennings 💜 Mistress of Lies - K.M. Enright 🌈 Wolf Bite - T.J. Nichols

❤️ In the Valley, A Shadow - Samantha Tano 🧡 Follow My Lead - Adrian J. Smith 💛 The Last Woman I Kissed - Venetia Di Pierro 💚 Full Shift - Jennifer Dugan & Kristen Seaton 💙 Hers for the Weekend - Helena Greer 💜 Come Out, Come Out - Natalie C. Parker ❤️ Rules for Ghosting - Shelly Jay Shore 🧡 How to Leave the House - Nathan Newman 💛 Plot Twist - Carmen Sereno 💙 On the Far Side of a Crescendo - Kalyn Hazel 💜 Tiny Oblivions and Mutual Self Destructions - Maxwell I. Gold 🌈 Daylan and the River of Secrets - Edd Tello

❤️ The Italy Letters - Vi Khi Nao 🧡 The Gender Binary Is a Big Lie - Lee Wind 💚 The House Where Death Lives - Alex Brown 💙 Ash's Cabin - Jen Wang 💜 The Avian Hourglass - Lindsey Drager ❤️ The Heart Wants - Krystina Rivers 🧡 A Grand Love - Janna Barkin 💛 You Can't Go Home Again - Jeanette Bears 💜 Libertad - Bessie Flores Zaldivar 🌈 Her Golden Coast - Anat Deracine

❤️ Mighty Millie Novak - Elizabeth Holden 💛 Rise and Divine - Lana Harper 💚 Dying for You - L Flowers 💙 I'll Have What He's Having - Adib Khorram 💜 Changing Her Tune - Amanda Kabak ❤️ Monogamy? In this Economy? - Laura Boyle 🧡 The Rainbow Age of Television - Sayna Maci Warner 💛 Medusa of the Roses - Navid Sinaki 💙 Confounding Oaths - Alexis Hall 💜 Idol Lives - K.T. Salvo 🌈 Brother's Keeper - Quinn Cameron

❤️ Key Lime Sky - Al Hess 🧡 Crushing It - Erin Becker 💛 The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou 💚 Not for the Faint of Heart - Lex Croucher 💙 Tasting Temptation - JJ Arias 💜 Ami - S. Jae-Jones ❤️ You're the Problem, It's You - Emma R. Alban 🧡 Cubs & Campfires - Dylan Drakes 💛 The Dark We Know - Wen-yi Lee 💙 Practical Rules for Cursed Witches - Kayla Cottingham 💜 Riyati Rebirth - Kalani Shimizu 🌈 The Brujos of Borderland High - Gume Laurel III

❤️ A Bánh Mì for Two - Trinity Nguyen 🧡 Dance of the Starlit Sea - Kiana Krystle 💛 Scattered Snows, to the North - Carl Phillips 💚 Beyond a World Apart - Caitlin Myers 💙 Don't Let It Break Your Heart - Maggie Horne 💜 Nothing Heals Me Like You Do - Harper Bliss ❤️ How It All Ends - Emma Hunsinger 🧡 How Do I Sexy? - Mx. Nillin Lore 💛 The Palace of Eros - Caro De Robertis 💙 Prince of the Palisades - Julian Winters 💜 Better Left Buried - Mary E. Roach 🌈 Back to Back - Jo Fletcher

❤️ DITCHLAPSE / [REALLY AFRAID] - Tommy Wyatt 🧡 The Love Archives: Bonus Scenes & Excerpts for Palestine - Various 💛 Guardian: Zhen Hun - Ying Priest 💚 The Sunforge - Sascha Stronach 💙 Queering Reproductive Justice - Candace Bond-Theriault 💜 Gender Explained - Diane Ehrensaft & Michelle Jurkiewicz ❤️ The Unlikely Pair - Jax Calder 🧡 In Universes - Emet North 💛 We Love the Nightlife - Rachel Koller Croft 💙 Lessons from Cruising - Martin Goodman 💜 Wild Ginger in the Rhubarb - Eule Grey 🌈 Not My Circus - Delicia Niami

❤️ Asunder - Kerstin Hall 🧡 The Phoenix Keeper - S.A. MacLean 💛 Encounters with James Baldwin - Various 💚 Verity's Game - Jennifer Giacalone 💙 Hunt Me! I Crave the Chase - Fae Quin 💜 The Audacity Omnibus - Carmen Loup ❤️ Haunted to Death - Frank Anthony Polito 🧡 Blood Orange - Paige Grunewald 💛 The Bad Things We Did - Chris Archeske 💙 Dark Restraint - Katee Robert 💜 Worth the Wait - Kenna White 🌈 The Maid and the Crocodile - Jordan Ifueko

❤️ Loving Corrections - Adrienne Maree Brown 🧡 The Last Witch in Edinburgh - Marielle Thompson 💛 The Duchess of Kokora - Nikhil Prabala 💚 The Scales of Seduction - Rien Gray 💙 Survival Is a Promise - Alexis Pauline Gumbs 💜 Loka - S.B. Divya ❤️ The Every Body Book of Consent - Rachel E Simon 🧡 Southern Lights - Liz Arncliffe 💛 Then Things Went Dark - Bea Fitzgerald 💙 Death at Morning House - Maureen Johnson 💜 The Last Doorbell - William Parker 🌈 The Pairing - Casey McQuiston

[setsunas-genshin-edits]

Little Honkai stuff I never bothered sharing: Edits of Songque and Thelema's outfits + brown-haired Kiana

[kk095]

Kiana’s Cardioversion

Kiana was a 25 year old black girl who worked as a personal trainer. She stood at 5’3 with a slim, but fit and toned build. Kiana had dark, medium length, curly, natural hair with a side part. Her eyes were a darker shade of brown, and she had a nose ring and bellybutton ring.

Earlier today, Kiana found herself in our emergency department after developing an array of worrisome symptoms completely out of the blue. She experienced a severe tearing pain in her chest, heart palpitations, and shortness of breath. As a result, she was sitting in the upright position on one of our trauma room tables. She was barefoot, and stripped down to only her sports bra and matching underwear. There were EKG electrodes stuck onto Kiana’s chest, and there were IVs set up in both arms. She was visibly uncomfortable, writhing in pain, squirming around a bit.

The heart monitors were beeping, chirping, and alarming rather loudly, creating a bit of tension and sensory overload in the exam room. The readings on the monitors were a bit concerning as well. Kiana’s heart was racing at 170 beats per minute, and her blood pressure was low at 75/40. The rhythm itself was a tachyarrhythmia of some sort. The EKG showed a narrow QRS complex and possible atrioventricular block. The symptoms and EKG readings pointed Dr Lindsay and in a few very different directions. One possibility was an NSTEMI heart attack, but how likely is that in a 25 year old personal trainer? Next was junctional ectopic tachycardia, which is an uncommon, but potentially deadly arrhythmia that tends to occur in infants or people who recently had open heart surgery. The other possibilities were an electrolyte imbalance, particularly potassium, or her symptoms could be attributed to stimulant use from substances such as cocaine, meth, or molly.

Since the possibilities were all very different, Dr Lindsay had to be thorough and order a whole bunch of tests. First off were blood samples. A CBC, a BMP, a toxicology screening, a cardiac enzyme test, an HCG, and a d-dimer were all drawn and sent off to the lab for stat analysis. Because Kiana was experiencing chest pain, Dr Lindsay decided to order a chest x-ray and an echocardiogram. Unfortunately, both tests didn’t help Lindsay narrow anything down. The chest x-ray came back completely normal, and the echocardiogram showed slight thickening of the ventricular septum, which is a sign of hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. But some of the other symptoms didn’t point in that direction. So what exactly was going on with Kiana? Dr Lindsay was certainly stumped. All she could do was treat Kiana’s symptoms, and hope the lab tests would come back soon and show something noteworthy.

Of course the lab was taking their sweet ass time with Kiana’s stat labs. And of course Kiana started to get worse. Her heart raced faster and faster, and the arrhythmia became more troublesome. Dr Lindsay wasted no time and started chemical cardioversion, urgently trying to calm Kiana’s heart and relieve her symptoms a bit. But as the next little while unfolded, Kiana’s condition didn’t improve, almost as if the antiarrhythmic medications did absolutely nothing. When chemical cardioversion doesn’t work, the next step is electrical cardioversion.

Dr Lindsay explained to Kiana that her heart was in a dangerous rhythm, and they had to give it a quick shock to make it beat normally again. Kiana was a bit nervous and hesitant, but nodded in response to Dr Lindsay, reluctantly agreeing. The defib pads were then stuck onto Kiana’s chest and charged to a lower setting of 125 joules. Lindsay told Kiana the defibs were ready, then pushed the shock button a few seconds later. “MMMM!” Kiana moaned loudly, squeezing her eyes shut, wincing in pain from the quick jolt of electricity. After the shock, Dr Lindsay studied the monitors for a few moments and listened to Kiana’s heart and lungs with a stethoscope. Lindsay discovered there was no change in the rhythm and informed Kiana she had to be shocked again. The defib pads were recharged to 150 joules, and the next shock was sent into Kiana’s racing heart. Her torso shivered, and she clenched her chest with one hand while her face had a distressed look.

Dr Lindsay repeated the same process as before, studying the heart monitors and listening to Kiana’s heart and lungs. Just like before, Dr Lindsay didn’t see any change whatsoever and needed to shock Kiana again at 175 joules. The pads were charged and readied, and Kiana received the next shock. Her chest propelled forwards, and she let out a grunt, reacting to the electricity racing through her while wide awake. This shock failed to correct the arrhythmia, and Lindsay informed Kiana she had to be shocked again. “NO MORE! NO MORE!” She protested, writhing around on the table, on the verge of tears. Despite Kiana’s protests, Lindsay shocked her again at 200 joules. “AHH!” Kiana yelped. After that shock, she started to breathe heavily and tears started to roll down her face. “PLEASE! NO MORE, NO MORE!” she cried, begging Dr Lindsay to stop. But the arrhythmia was still there, so unfortunately Lindsay was unable to stop the cardioversion. The defibs were recharged to 225, and the next shock was delivered. Kiana gasped and cried out reacting to the shock, but just like all the others, the arrhythmia was still there. “PLEASE… JUST STOP! NO MORE! I DON’T WANNA DIE!” Kiana cried out hysterically, squirming and writhing around on the table wanting the nightmare to end.

The defib pads were recharged to 250 joules- twice the strength of the very first shock, and the next shock was administered. Kiana’s body trembled, and she scrunched her toes at the far end of the table trying to fight the pain, showing off the white nail polish on her toes and the thick, soft, wide wrinkles throughout the soles of her size 6 feet. Immediately after that particular shock, Kiana’s breathing slowed a bit. Her head lolled to the side and her eyes rolled back. Kiana’s body went completely limp, and the heart monitors were practically shouting at Dr Lindsay and the rest of our team.

It didn’t take long to realize that Kiana had gone into v-fib, so the team had to change gears and start running a normal code. The bed was lowered, and Kiana’s sports bra was snipped off, allowing her perky, deceptively large breasts to spill out. CPR was immediately started, causing Kiana’s chest to cave in, and her belly to ripple out. At the head of the bed, her airway was the priority. A 7.0 ET tube was carefully but quickly navigated into her airway, being held in place by a blue tube holder once proper placement was confirmed. Post intubation, CPR was halted, and the team decided to try their luck with the defib paddles, rather than the pads. The paddles were gelled, charged to 250 joules, and pressed up against Kiana’s bare chest. KA-THUNK! Her small body was thrown around effortlessly on the table while her eyes remained half open, almost as if she was still watching the events unfold around her. V-fib was still on the monitors, so the paddles were readied once again, and Kiana received a 300 joule shock. Her chest shot up and her back arched. Her big, perky tits jiggled around while she crashed back down onto the table. Kiana remained in v-fib even after this shock, so she was defibbed again after a cycle of CPR and ambu bagging. Her shoulders shrugged forwards. Kiana’s hands made loose fists from the electric current that ran through her body. Unfortunately, the shock didn’t bring her back.

With a few unsuccessful shocks out of the way, the team decided to resume chest compressions and push meds into Kiana’s IV line. Kiana’s chest was pumped violently but rhythmically for several minutes, but the compressions and 2 doses of meds failed to restart her heart. The team decided to defib Kiana again. The paddles were gelled, charged to 360, and she was shocked again. Kiana’s body twitched sharply in response to the shock, but her heart didn’t start back up. “again! Everyone…CLEAR!” Lindsay shouted, immediately shocking Kiana again. KA-THUMP! Kiana jolted violently on the table while her eyes remained open, staring up above with an expressionless gaze. Kiana was shocked unsuccessfully another 3 times after that and given another dose of meds, but v-fib was the clear winner of the battle up to that point.

Dr Lindsay was reluctant to give up on the beautiful young lady. However, the code became redundant the longer it went on. Kiana would receive a few shocks, then it was back to a few minutes of CPR and meds, rinse and repeat. At the 30 minute mark of the code, it was noted that Kiana’s pupils were fixed and dilated. Dr Lindsay knew she exhausted all possible options in this particular case. At that point, resuscitation efforts were ceased, and Kiana’s time of death was called at 4:48pm. The ambu bag was detached and the chirping, flashing v-fib monitors were turned off. The EKG electrodes were disconnected, and the defib pads were peeled off. The defb gel was wiped off of Kiana’s bruised, battered chest. Her eyes were gently shut for the final time, and her body was covered up. Lastly, a toe tag was filled out and placed on the big toe of her left foot. The tag dangled against the wrinkled soles of Kiana’s feet, signifying a sudden and tragic end for the beautiful young lady.

[yougotthatbilly]

caught up (m)

→ members: jung jaehyun and na jaemin (ft. make a wish line) → genre: angst, smut → playlist: temptations x ryan trey, kiss it better x rihanna, gave your love away x majid jordan, don’t x bryson tiller, wicked games x kiana ledé → word count: 16k → warnings: toxic relationships (oc is dumb in love & delusional for a while), cheating, manipulation, codependency, unhealthy coping mechanisms, trifling friends, a glimpse of oral, unprotected sex (let’s be safe irl pls), praise, etc. | oc is basically chaotic neutral  ↳summary: Jaemin is all that you want, all that you need, no matter what. But lines get a bit blurry when you’re introduced to his friends.

“And then he almost busted his ass right in front of her.” 

Lucas is embarrassing Shotaro by animatedly telling the story of how Shotaro was trying to be smooth and spit game, yet failed. The man of the hour rolls his eyes, laughing along with everyone else in the kitchen nonetheless, because Lucas is an amazing storyteller. 

“I wish y’all could’ve seen the look on her face, oh my God.”

Jaehyun chuckles, shaking his head, but he’s a bit distracted by his curiosity. 

Lightly hitting Doyoung on the arm to get his attention, he leans into his friend’s side to quietly ask: “Do you know her?”

You’re leaned against the countertop, chest resting atop your folded arms, not much of your body or outfit shown from his angle aside from the brown turtleneck and the gold jewelry on your wrists, neck, and ears. Completely engaged in what the tall male is telling everyone, you smile and nod, nose scrunching when you laugh. 

“Nope,” Doyoung answers with a shrug. “She’s pretty, though.”

Jaehyun scoffs. “She’s gorgeous.”

Before Doyoung can say anything else, Jaemin walks up behind you, hands on your hips. You stand and press your back against his chest, your smile getting more sedated and eyes drooping a little as you rest the back of your head on Jaemin’s shoulder. He whispers something into your ear, lips brushing against the lobe, and then you’re rolling your eyes, the curve of your lips never dropping. 

Doyoung really does try to keep his laughter in. Jaehyun side-eyes his friend when things get more intimate, Jaemin kissing your temple. Feels like he’s intruding at this point.

“Wait,” Doyoung says, head tilted. “Aren’t you and-”

“It’s complicated.”

Taeyong, who’s been sitting on the other side of Jaehyun, rolls his eyes. “There’s nothing complicated about her being in love with you and you just using her for sex and companionship, Jaehyun.”

He has a point. Jaehyun has love for her and truly does enjoy her company, so that’s where his friend is wrong, but Jaehyun is kind of stringing her along with how he’s made it clear their bond is too toxic to ever be official again. Yet his actions contradict that. He is very aware that it isn’t healthy, especially for her, but it’s their thing.

“That’s fucked up.”

And if Doyoung of all people is saying something is fucked up, you know it really is. 

It is what it is, though.

—

A pair of hands gently grab onto your hips from behind, pulling you back a little, and you stand to full height, melting into your boyfriend. The back of your head against his shoulder gives Jaemin the perfect opportunity to dip down and whisper in your ear, so as not to interrupt Lucas.

“Still doing alright?” Jaemin asks after coming back from the bathroom, pressing his body flush against your back. 

For this being your first time meeting his group of friends, you’re doing fine. You didn’t really know what to expect, but you figured they’d be fun to be around since your boyfriend spends most of his free time with them. At first you didn’t want to involve outsiders for a while because it typically gets messy when other people get involved, but yesterday Jaemin told you his friends wanted to come over and watch the game, and it was decided that it was a good time to finally step into his world and you’d stay to meet them. Admittedly, a bit of pride swelled in your chest at the two of you taking your relationship to the next level. To be shown off, in a sense, to the people Jaemin cares a lot about, whose opinions Jaemin values. 

It means a lot, especially since things were a bit rough between the two of you a couple weeks ago. 

“Yeah, I’m good.” You nod slightly. “I’m having a good time.”

“You wanna finish what they interrupted once they leave?” The blond asks quietly, his soft lips brushing against your ear. You roll your eyes, but still hum in affirmation, to which he laughs at and kisses your temple. 

When you tune back into the conversation around you, the story is finished and Shotaro is talking about how his trip back home was. Your eyes wander around, taking in the amount of friends your boyfriend has, and you make eye contact with one of the guys you haven’t heard a peep out of as he’s moving his brown hair out of his eyes. He doesn’t look away, and when you don’t either, his eyebrow lifts.

This is a very attractive friend group.

You nod in lieu of a greeting, to which he grins at before returning the gesture. The guy next to him says something that wipes the grin right off of his handsome face, eyes no longer on you in favor of glaring at his friend. At the break of contact you rejoin the conversation, playing with your boyfriend’s hand and laughing at how the friends all bicker with one another.

“Hey!” A pretty woman with short, dark hair greets after opening the door Jaemin just knocked on. A quick hug between the two is exchanged and when her eyes fall on you she’s smiling wide. “You’re gorgeous, wow. I’m Yeri. Come in!”

You introduce yourself as you kick your Crocs off, then you’re led into the living room to join everyone else. Greetings are exchanged and you get a hug from the red-head you recall being Doyoung’s girlfriend.

Apparently, Jaemin’s friends enjoyed your company and they’d requested you come along to their next game night. Jaemin did his best to persuade you, telling you how the other girlfriends always tag along and how you’d get along with them well, especially since you said you wanted more girly friends and they always go get their nails and lashes done together and so on and so forth. And now here you are.

Jaemin leaves you in the living room to go get the two of you some drinks to catch up since you’d arrived almost an hour late and the red-head plops down next to you.

“Your outfit is so cute,” she gushes, her hand gesturing you from head to toe. “I just love your vibe. Do you mind me asking where you shop?”

Yeri ends up on the other side of who you now know is Joy and conversation flows nicely, even after Jaemin reappears with your drink. He gets sucked into the game Xiaojun is playing, and you guess everyone isn’t here yet because there’s a huge untouched handmade board game in the middle of the floor, little playing pieces to the side, and plastic shot cups on the other side. 

You’ve been sipping from your red plastic cup slowly, and halfway into it, two more people walk into the living room. Doyoung and the other guy that came to Jaemin’s. You never caught his name. 

They walk in your direction and both women stand up, Joy reaching for Doyoung and Yeri reaching for the brunet. You put the pieces together on who is in a relationship with who since the details weren’t given to you by Jaemin earlier. 

“Hey,” the brunet greets you after a quick hug and kiss with Yeri and she’s made her way to the kitchen with the couple, his voice deep and smooth. He takes Joy’s seat. “I forgot to introduce myself last time. I was high as hell.”

“You’re always high as hell,” Jaemin snorts. 

Jaehyun side-eyes your boyfriend for a brief second before his attention is back on you. 

“Jaehyun.” He sticks his hand out for you, and you grab it, just barely shaking it as you give him your name. His thumb rubs the back of your hand, even after you’re done shaking it. “Sorry, your hands are just really soft.”

You smile politely and thank him, slowly removing your hand from his hold, now using both to hold your cup. Something about his presence makes you breathe a little heavier. You’re not intimidated nor uncomfortable, but his gaze does make your heart beat a little faster.

“She makes her own lotion and shea butter,” Jaemin informs him on your behalf, half paying attention to the interaction, half trying to beat Xiaojun at the basketball game they’re playing. “You should get some for Yeri since her birthday is coming up.”

It’s hard to read the look on Jaehyun’s face when he glances at your boyfriend for a short moment again, but it disappears just as soon as it appeared when he’s looking at you. 

“Got a website I can look at?” he asks, body now completely facing you as he pulls his phone out.

“I do.” You nod. “And most of my reviews are on Instagram if you wanna look at those.”

The brunet hands you his phone to type in your business page’s handle. 

“Go ahead and follow yourself, too.” 

You go to your business page and tap follow before handing him his phone back with your website on the screen. His fingers brush against your own as he takes his device back–which he does slowly–and the look in his eye is curious. 

Jaehyun licks his lips before finally paying attention to the phone in his hand, and at the break of contact you find yourself exhaling a bit harder than usual. 

Throughout the duration of the night, you catch Jaehyun’s eye. When everyone clinks shot glasses before downing the burning liquid. When you’re simply chilling on your phone, and especially during the smoke session. 

When you’re in the kitchen looking for a non-alcoholic drink, Jaehyun walks in, heading straight to the pantry. 

“You know,” you begin, waiting until he turns his head to you, “you have a staring problem.”

The slight grin on your face shows him you’re saying it lightheartedly, so he chuckles, grabbing a bag of pretzels before giving you his full attention. 

“You don’t seem to mind.” He glances in the direction of everyone else still in the living room before going back to you. “You give me a cute little smile when you catch me.”

“It’s polite to smile when you make eye contact with someone, Jaehyun.”

“It’s hard not to admire you,” Jaehyun admits, opening the bag and leaning against the wall. “But if it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll never look at you again.”

You snort at how monotonous the dramatic statement is said and roll your eyes. 

“I’m not uncomfortable, I just feel like you’re also trying to figure me out.”

“And if I am?” 

You lift a brow and take a much needed sip of cranberry juice. “I’d say good luck. And be careful because your girlfriend is already staring at us.” 

He checks and confirms that Yeri is indeed tuned into the conversation that she can’t hear from this distance, then laughs like he’s not surprised. 

“It’s innocent,” he claims before popping a pretzel into his mouth. “Everyone knows how I am around new people.” 

“And how’s that?”

“Observant.”

You believe it. But it’s clearly a bit deeper than that. 

“Well,” you exhale, standing up straight to take your leave. “I hope you don’t get too bored with your… observing.”

It’s not creepy. Not overbearing. 

It would be subtle if it weren’t for how often you meet his eye. 

Honestly, it’s kind of cute. 

Scrolling through your notifications after a much needed nap, a follow as well a message request from user _jeongjaehyun on your personal account catches your attention. 

A few of the girls followed you the last time you were with them so you don’t think too hard about it. You follow him back. 

hey love. i’d like to put in an order for a couple of lotions if possible

Hey Jaehyun, you can put in the order through that account. 

Jaehyun reads the message before you can swipe out of the message thread, so you just wait as he types his response.

my hands will be as soft as yours, right?

You roll your eyes, letting out an amused exhale. 

Become a regular customer and you’ll see.  If you have any more questions, ask on the other account.

yes ma’am

Soon after, you get a message on your business account from him. 

do you deliver or prefer pick ups? 

I deliver. I don’t let strangers know where I live lol.

The answers to most of his questions are on your website, but you let him slide. You don’t have anything to do other than a homework assignment that’s due at 11:59 tonight, but you don’t plan on looking at that document for another few hours. 

You sit up against your headboard to look through your DMs and answer other people’s questions. 

would you consider me a stranger?

I would.  But not in a stranger danger way since you’re friends with Jaemin.

Idk I think we’ll be friends soon

You raise your brow at his message, but wait for him to finish typing his next one. 

I fwu all of us do

You double tap the last message. 

That’s good to know. Lmk if you have any more questions about the lotions. 

You whine, throwing a quiet, mini temper tantrum.

Why the hell do you have to take Statistics twice for a Psychology degree? And why did you have to leave your calculator in your room? 

But in the midst of your tantrum, you remember Jaemin has that TI 84 calculator app on his phone when you see the device charging. 

“Babe!” you call out to him in the kitchen, pushing yourself out of the desk chair to walk to his bed. “Can I use that calculator app on your phone really quickly?” 

“Yeah, go ahead!” he responds loudly. “And dinner will be ready in like 10 minutes.”

“Okay, thank you!”

His phone is on 87 percent, which is enough in your book, so you unplug it and plop back into the chair, lifting the device up to your face to unlock it. 

You swipe out of the app that’s already opened to get to the app you need, but a bell with a line crossed through it on a message thread catches your eye before the app is gone. There’s a quick internal battle that takes place, part of you wants to respect his privacy, another part reminds you that the last time you looked through his phone to find something, you found exactly what you were looking for. Your brain knows your heart wouldn’t be able to handle bad news right now, especially since the two of you have been doing so well after last time, and your gut tells you that you won’t be happy with what you find. 

But the opportunity has presented itself to you a little too perfectly. 

You open his messages back up, and right at the top is his muted message thread with Yeri. With your heart already pounding in your chest, you tap it. 

Jaemin: Sometimes i wish we had more time

Yeri: it’s okay jaems, we’re still good friends 

Jaemin: but I can’t help but wonder what it would’ve been like

Yeri: That’s understandable. You never know what the future holds You have a cool gf now, though.

You recall a conversation from months ago, where he admitted to hooking up with one of his close friends a few times, but you didn’t care to ask questions on specifics, especially when it was before the two of you became official. But now you’re putting the pieces together, and you don’t know if you want to throw his phone at the wall or cry.

The timestamps show this conversation took place right after he came back from her and Seulgi’s apartment earlier, and you don’t have to scroll up to see more of the conversation to know the context. That last message rubs you the wrong way, and the fact he had opened the message but didn’t respond a couple hours ago only furthers the bad feeling.

He had time to before you came over. 

You make your way to the kitchen, his phone still in hand, and lean against the counter. Jaemin turns to say something, but you speak up before he gets the chance. 

“What exactly is it that you wish you had more time for?”

He tilts his head in confusion. “Huh?”

You open his phone and read, “‘Sometimes I wish we had more time.’ More time for what, Jaemin?”

Panic flashes in his eyes before he composes himself. 

“I was just reminiscing about how the group’s dynamic was last year.”

You nod with a hum. “Before me, right?”

He’s choosing his words carefully and taking an awfully long time to do so, which only further confirms what your gut is telling you. 

“When all of us could chill with no limitations.”

“She’s the one you fucked, isn’t she?”

You sound insecure and you hate it. But this is the third time he’s put you in a situation where another woman has made you question how Jaemin actually feels about you. 

“What?”

You almost mock him, but you control your pettiness. “The friend you told me you fucked. It’s Yeri.”

“Why are you bringing up the past?” 

You really hoped you were wrong.

Cutting your eyes at his attempt to flip the script, you drop his phone down onto the countertop carelessly. “Why exactly did you have to mute the conversation?”

“I knew if you saw it you’d think it was something it wasn’t, so I just wanted to avoid it.”

You’re the one tilting your head now, trying to see how that makes even a little bit of sense. Especially when this isn’t the first time you’ve come across muted conversations. It just hits a little harder this time because you’ve been around Yeri multiple times and would consider her an acquaintance at this point. And because you haven’t had (or at least listened to) a gut feeling in a while. 

“So instead of just not having the conversation, you decided to hide it. Once again.”

You don’t understand how such simple concepts fail to stick with him. You shouldn’t have to constantly repeat yourself when it comes to voicing what bothers you. Sneaky conversations that one feels the need to hide from their significant other falls under the category of cheating. It’s not rocket science.

“Why do you keep going through my phone?” he tries again. You laugh darkly. 

You don’t even bother to respond, you just walk to his room to grab your stuff. He’s hot on your heels the whole way when he realizes flipping the situation on you won’t work this time. 

“It really isn’t like that. We were all talking about it when I went over earlier. Just reminiscing about all the late nights and get-togethers but that doesn’t take away from the present.”

“Well,” you laugh, packing your laptop and textbook. “You never know what the future holds.”

“Baby don’t be like that.” Jaemin tries to stop you from gathering your belongings but you dodge his touch as if it would burn your skin. His body blocks his door, hands out as he practically begs you to hear him out. You’re tired of hearing him out and there’s no way in hell you’re staying with him tonight like you two originally planned. 

You find yourself at the gym, not quite ready to go back home because you know you’ll cry as soon as your head hits the pillow. So you’re using up the rest of your energy here so you’ll be too tired to even shed when you get back home. 

“Not to give unsolicited advice,” you hear a familiar voice say in your direction as you squat down. “but if you’re doing RDLs, your form is off.”

You look at Jaehyun, standing up straight. You regret not stopping by your place to grab your earphones. “What’s off?”

The attitude is strong in your voice and you don’t mean to direct it to him, but why now of all times does he want to cross paths with you at the gym. You’ve literally never seen him here in the three years you’ve attended this university, yet when you’re emotionally fucked up over your boyfriend, his friend who just so happens to be dating the woman who’s also the reason for your mood is here.

“A lot,” he so graciously explains. “I can show you the right form, if you want.”

You almost say no because you don’t want anything to do with Jaemin or anyone he’s associated with right now, but having the wrong form can lead to unpleasant results. Even in your emotional state, you can weigh the importance in matters. You shrug. 

You haven’t been seeing the results you expected after two weeks of trying this exercise, since the TikTok girlies rave over it. 

And, he’s just trying to help. He isn’t his girlfriend nor your boyfriend. 

Jaehyun steps into your bubble of personal space. “Gonna touch you to show you. Cool?”

You nod.

“You sure? You look like you wanna throw a weight at my head,” he jokes, but continues nonetheless. 

“Yeah,” you sigh,“ just one of those days.”

His hand presses in between your shoulder blades, his touch cool on your burning skin. “Roll your shoulders back.” You do as told, the hand sliding down slowly to the middle of your lower back. “Your back was too arched, straighten it and tighten your core– yeah like that. You working on glutes?”

Another nod. 

“Slightly bend your knees, but keep your posture.” Jaehyun continues to guide you, hand slipping further down to your ass. You look at him through the mirror and he meets your eye before he’s stepping back once you’re positioned correctly. Confusion rises when his hand stays at the level of your butt–thumb up, mid air, a good few steps away. “Push back into my hand.”

“You want me to push my ass into your hand?” 

“Yeah.” There’s a silent stare-off through the mirror. “You want to fuck your back up?”

Without a word, you position your weights and push back until you touch his hand, then rise back up to bent knees and a neutral spine. You do it several more times, going slower at the push back when he advises you to do so, and you already feel the difference. There’s a slight burn in your glutes rather than your thighs now and you don’t feel like you’re straining your back.

You finish your rep, Jaehyun having moved his hand away halfway through in favor of eyeing your form. 

“Feel better?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Thanks.”

He nods back, eyes still glued to your body. He’s very clearly checking you out from the back, you feel and see him doing so. 

“Let me know if there’s anything else I can help you with. I’ll be over there,” he says, pointing to the bench press area. “I can be a listening ear or even a shoulder to lean on.”

He takes his leave and you’re left feeling warm and confused at the better mood you’re in from the short interaction. 

Weak. 

That’s the best way to describe you, especially right now. 

But what else would you do in this very moment, other than pull your boyfriend closer with the hand that’s threaded in his hair, tilting your head to the side to offer him more skin to kiss. 

“I’m sorry baby,” Jaemin says for the third time since you opened your door and let him in your apartment. His lips are so gentle on your neck, brushing against your sweet spot. “I wasn’t thinking. It won’t happen again.”

“You promise?” you ask shakily, eyes closing when his teeth softly nip you. 

He hums. “Promise. I only want you.”

You wrap both arms around his neck, allowing yourself to be lifted and carried to your bedroom, legs wrapped around Jaemin’s waist. You shower the side of his face in kisses, elated to hear those words come out of your boyfriend’s mouth. 

“Really?”

The blond sets you down on your bed, eyes wide and seeming so sincere as he looks down at your seated, awaiting form.

“Let me show you.”

You nod. “Okay.”

Communication was close to nothing today, just him texting you an apology and telling you he loves you before asking if he could stop by to pick up his shoes he left over at your place the other day. You handed them to him as soon as you opened the door, not wanting to see him for long because you knew his presence would interrupt your thoughts about what happened a couple days ago. Jaemin is your weakness, he’s who you crave even when he’s the cause of your sadness and anger. 

Hands reached out for him, you cup his face and slant your lips over his when he bends down to your level. The bed dips as his knees sink into the mattress to get close to you, to lay you down and hover over you. 

His touch relieves any stress built up within you. His voice soothes any anxiety you feel. 

It’s so easy to forgive him when he’s kissing down your body until he gets to the apex of your thighs, pulling your panties off, throwing your legs over his shoulders, and indulging in your taste. When he makes you shiver and come on his tongue.  

When he looks down at you with so much desire as he lines his tip up with your entrance.

“Only you, baby,” Jaemin repeats, pushing in with a hiss. “So tight. How could I want anyone else?”

You moan at his promise and praise, making grabby hands at him to bring him into you, to hold him close and tight to you as he thrusts into you. He settles on one forearm by your head before he takes hold of your hip, fingers gripping tightly.

“You mean it?” you whimper in his ear, threading your fingers in his hair. 

Jaemin buries his face in your neck, losing himself in the feeling of your walls. 

“I don’t need anyone else.” His hips move quicker, the sound of his skin slapping against yours louder than the noises slipping from you. “You don’t need anyone else.”

Your brow furrow in confusion. 

Since the moment you met him, you never wanted anyone else. He’s had all of your attention since that night a mutual acquaintance introduced the two of you. He’s had most of your time. All you’ve ever wanted was him, his attention. His love. 

“I only need you,” you say around a moan. “You– shit. Jaemin you know that.”

“Just me?”

You nod fast, breath hitching. The force behind his thrusts gets more intense at your validation and all you can do is nod, taking the onslaught of pleasure. 

It should just be Jaemin and you. 

“You look good in green.”

You raise a brow at the intruding voice, not needing to turn around to know who said it and how you’re being looked at. 

“Thanks,” you deadpan.

A deep chuckle sounds closer than his compliment and you look boredly into his eyes when he appears in front of you, on the other side of the kitchen island. 

“You don’t fuck with me,” The quirk of your glossy lips steals his attention for a second, you notice. “Have I done something?”

You definitely ignored him the few couple times you crossed paths with him on campus. And didn’t care to play it off like you just didn’t notice him. The situation at the gym wasn’t much, but it was enough. 

The touching, the staring. The fact you actually enjoyed it instead of stopping it and just telling him to leave. 

It felt like a betrayal to your boyfriend, even after what happened thirty minutes prior to seeing Jaehyun. Even after multiple instances of your boyfriend being overly friendly and attention seeking with other women, and disrespecting your relationship. 

The guilt made you pretend Jaehyun didn’t exist. If you saw him while walking, no you didn’t. 

And you chalked it up to just enjoying the external validation. It’s nice to know you’re still sought after while in a relationship, especially when the man you’re with has a habit of admiring women outside of what the two of you have. 

But you’re not petty. Not one to try and get even. If you forgive Jaemin and accept his apology, you have to give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that after seeing how badly his actions hurt you, he won’t do it again. 

Every relationship has its ups and downs. What you’re experiencing is normal. You’ve seen worse. Your parents’ and siblings’ relationships have suffered so much more. 

Plus, Jaemin’s young. A couple years younger than you. He’s going to fuck up and he deserves grace. You love each other. 

“Jaehyun,” you start, putting your phone down to give him the attention he clearly wants from you right now. “I don’t want to play this game.”

You’re not in the mood. The only reason you’re here at Lucas’ place with everyone is because you told him you’d be there for his pre-birthday celebration and you’re not one to go back on your word. Even when you and your boyfriend aren’t on the best of terms because of a dumb argument that took place earlier. You stepped away from everyone so you could regroup with yourself and continue to put on your best face. Not to have a one on one with Jaemin’s friend who clearly wants you and doesn’t care about any of the relationships or friendships involved between the two of you. 

Jaehyun has the audacity to put on a confused expression, but that unimpressed look on his face seems to never disappear. “What game?”

“You have a girlfriend.” You remind him instead of doing exactly what you just said you wouldn’t do, settling your forearms on the marble to lean against it. The brunet mirrors your position, his hand almost touching your own and face a lot closer than it should be. You hate to admit it, but he smells amazing. 

“Not really.”

And if you had any doubts about what was so clearly obvious, his response definitely wiped them out. “Am I really that tempting?”

He grins. “Guess I’m not as slick as I thought I was.”

From the unfiltered stares of appreciation to the amount of compliments he’s given you since you were introduced, you both know he wasn’t trying to be slick. Not to mention you’ve yet to hear him compliment any of the other women in the friend group as much, including his girlfriend. It’s unclear if Jaemin is just blind to how Jaehyun basically undresses you with his eyes right in front of him, to how Shotaro always finds himself next to you, subtly flirting, or to Lucas always giving you lingering hugs. Or maybe your boyfriend is aware and just doesn’t care because he trusts his friends. Knowing Jaemin, though, if he’s aware of it all, it gives his Leo ass an ego boost. 

“You weren’t trying to be slick, Jaehyun.” And if he was, you’d hate to see what him being obvious is like. 

“You’re right,” he nods slowly. “I really wasn’t.”

There’s no denying he’s handsome and his laid back nature is cool to be around, and you’re sure he pulls a lot of women off of  those two details alone, but you’re literally his friend’s girlfriend.

“Is the whole friend group this triflin’?”

Jaehyun rubs his lips together, chuckling dryly. “You’d be surprised.”

You don’t think you’d be. You had a feeling with the lack of subtlety. Putting it all into perspective, though, it makes you wonder. 

But you don’t want to entertain the question that pops into your brain. 

This is why you don’t do friend groups. 

“Fucking me isn’t worth your relationship or friendship with Jaemin.”

He looks like he wants to laugh, and that further annoys you.

“Do Jaemin and I seem close to you?” They don’t. You’ve seen them interact, but you can’t remember ever just seeing the two of them together. Lucas or Xiaojun have always been with them, if not the whole group. “And again, I do not have a girlfriend.”

“You may not have a girlfriend,” you point to him before pointing to yourself, “but I have a boyfriend who is literally a room away. I’m not getting in the middle of a piss war or filling a void for you.”

He lets out an amused exhale. “That’s what you think this is?” 

“I don’t give a fuck what this is,” you tell him irritably, grabbing your belongings, now ready to go back into the living room. You just wanted a little break from interacting with everyone but you could barely get it. “I won’t be a part of it.” 

Jaehyun puts his hands up, surrendering, and you take that as your cue to leave the kitchen.

—

“Wow,” Lucas whistles as he opens his front door after someone knocks. “Since when do you have this much time to be around us?”

You glance up and Jaehyun is side-eyeing Lucas while he kicks his shoes off. When you see his head turning in your direction, you look at Joy, taking the blunt she holds out for you. 

While scrolling through your explore page, a notification of a new direct message appears at the top of your phone. From _jeongjaehyun.

can I talk to you in the kitchen rq?

You keep scrolling.

Until you get another message from the same person.

I want to apologize. please?

You take a glance at Jaemin, whose attention is on rolling a blunt. 

“Hey,” you whisper, tapping Shotaro’s arm. “Is it cool if I get a water bottle?”

He nods, blowing smoke in the opposite direction. “Cold in the fridge, room temp in the pantry.”

What can you say? Your curiosity won. You want to see what kind of apology the brunet will deliver, if it’s sincere. 

Thanking him quietly, you stand up and make your way to the kitchen to get a bottle out of the pantry. A few sips in, Jaehyun finally steps in, getting a cold water bottle from the fridge. You simply stare at him until he says something, and he does the same. And even after last time’s interaction, his elevator eyes don’t make you uncomfortable. 

“Even though I meant everything I said last time,” he begins, twisting the cap off. You almost laugh. This is off to a great start. “I wasn’t thinking about the position it put you in and it was fucked up.”

“It was,” you agree, leaning against the pantry door. 

“I apologize for that. I fuck with you and wanted to shoot my shot, so I did,” Jaehyun explains, “but I know where you stand and I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I just wanna be friends.”

“No funny shit?”

“Scouts honor.”

Your brow raises. “You were a scout?”

“Absolutely not,” Jaehyun laughs. 

“Then your word means shit,” you scoff, fighting a smile. It’s a half-assed apology in your book, but seeing how he communicates with everyone else, short and to the point unless he has some liquor in his system, you think it might be genuine. So you accept it. Plus, you like that he wanted to apologize in person and not over social media. ”But I’ll take it.”

“We good?” he asks skeptically before drinking half of his bottle in one go. 

You hum in affirmation, moving your attention away from his Adam’s apple as he swallows. “We’re good.”

If you’re being honest, the main reason you decided to hear him out is because he’s popped up in your mind more times than you’d like to admit. You haven’t seen him since that night you shut him down, which was two weeks ago, and even though you stand on everything you said, there’s still some gravitational pull when it comes to Jaehyun. You enjoy his presence. There’s a safe, yet exciting feeling that he brings.

And ’friends’ is perfect. 

“Now I can put my order in,” he says with a smile. 

You suck your teeth. “The order you were supposed to put in like a month ago?” 

“Hush. I’m getting to it.”

The two of you leave the kitchen laughing to yourselves and rejoin your respective partners, Jaehyun sitting at a bit of a distance yet still throwing an arm behind Yeri’s shoulder on the couch cushions, you cuddling into Jaemin, who’s been looking at you since you emerged from the kitchen. 

Your boyfriend holds you close, hand drifting down to your ass to give a playful squeeze. You lightly hit his chest with a laugh before he dips down to give you a lingering kiss.

“Wanna leave early?” he asks in your ear.

“Why?” you ask, already knowing what the tone in his voice reflects. “What do you have in mind?”

“I’d just rather be with you, watching a movie right now.”

Your brows lift in surprise. You never thought you’d hear those words come out of his mouth. He loves being out and around with his friends. 

“We can go now,” you tell him, making him laugh and sit up. 

“Let’s go, then.”

Becoming friends with Jaehyun has been interesting. He’s blunt and short with his words most times, he’s got a nonchalant, cocky air to him, yet he’s still such a down to earth, kind of nerdy guy. After his apology, it was easy to click with him.

Oh, and he still has a staring problem.

If you’re in the same room or crossing paths around campus, Jaehyun always makes sure to catch your eye. He nods in acknowledgement most times, sometimes licking his lips before getting back to what he was doing, sometimes grinning a little. Sometimes walking with you to your destination if it isn’t out of the way of his own.

The worst part about it all, you’ve come to enjoy it. 

You don’t mind when Jaehyun’s looking at you like you’re the only other person around him. You enjoy when he comes up to you to speak, greeting you, complimenting your appearance. 

You didn’t mind the first time he leaned in for a hug when everyone got together at his apartment when he opened the door for you. And how every meeting since then has come with an embrace that momentarily leaves you stuck because whatever cologne he wears smells so good. He gives firm, tight hugs that let you know it’s not just a polite gesture, that he wants to wrap you in his arms and he enjoys it. 

But you know you should mind it. You should care. You shouldn’t like it. 

Which is why you initially set that boundary weeks ago before he apologized. You were being a good girlfriend. 

There’s something about him, though. There’s a different side you’ve gotten to see recently. The way he speaks about aliens, after life, and conspiracy theories to you and Joy when you’re all high, in your own corner of wherever the group meets up that night while everyone else is on their phones or talking about superficial and trivial things. 

Jaehyun’s the complete opposite of Jaemin. Down to their astrological signs. 

He’s older, more mature, more authentic. 

Each time you join your boyfriend in hanging out with everyone, you find yourself with Jaehyun and Joy, hardly paying attention to anyone else, mostly paying attention to the Aquarius. 

The three of you have gotten pretty close outside of everyone else, much to your surprise. Sometimes in between classes you and Joy will get lunch together, and there are times when Jaehyun joins. 

You’ve yet to be completely alone with him. But that’s about to change. 

You knock on Jaehyun’s door, his order of lotion and shea butter in your hold. The door opens soon after, Jaehyun looking down at you with low, red eyes and a grin.

“About time.” 

Rolling your eyes, you push the gift bag into his stomach. “Be happy I didn’t scam you.”

He wraps an arm around you and you lean into him, using your free arm to encircle his waist.

Taking the package out of your hold with his free hand as he releases you, he offers you the joint pinched between his fingers. “You coming in?”

An excuse to get back home is on the tip of your tongue because your brain is telling you it isn’t a good idea to be alone and high with the man before you, but you’re reaching out to grab it and stepping into his home anyway. 

Jaemin is busy for most of the day with classes and basketball with Lucas and Shotaro, and all you’d be doing in your room is work or scrolling through social media. 

“Wanna smoke in here or on the balcony?” he asks when you’ve made it to the living room. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t offer your room,” you joke, taking a hit and making yourself comfortable on his couch. He follows suit, sitting unnecessarily close to you on his very big, very spacious sofa. 

“I don’t smoke in my room but we could find something else to do if that’s where you wanna go.”

You hit his arm with hardly any force and he laughs, stealing the joint from you. 

“Any plans for the rest of the day?” Jaehyun asks before taking a drag. 

You hum, thinking. “I have an assignment due tonight but other than that, not really.”

“Do you wanna start this show with me then? I think you’d like it.” He pulls the show up on Netflix and you see it’s a show you’ve been meaning to watch, but keep pushing it aside. A show you asked Jaemin to start with you, but he wasn’t interested at all. 

The show falls into the category of conversations that have been held between you and Jaehyun–plus Joy. It’s about a woman who resurfaces after she’d been missing for seven years and can miraculously see, despite being blind before her disappearance. 

You nod, taking the joint back. “Yeah. I gotta leave by 5, though.” 

“You could always do your assignment here,” Jaehyun offers. 

Tempting. But you have to go to the library for this assignment. 

“Maybe next time.” 

He doesn’t push the matter. He just presses play and throws an arm around your shoulders, sinking into the cushions to get comfortable. You make yourself do the same, curling your legs to the empty side of you. 

By the time the second episode is playing, you’re leaning into Jaehyun’s body subconsciously, the both of you so into what’s happening before you. The joint has been smoked, what remains of it sits in the ashtray on the side table. He mutters little comments and questions every once in a while, his deep voice lulling you into a space that you’re becoming too comfortable in. 

“I have a bad feeling about that,” Jaehyun voices your exact thought. 

You glance up at him in slow, exaggerated shock. “I was just about to say that.”

He laughs at your reaction, then there’s a silent stare off for a few beats that you can’t seem to pull away from. And just like that, you forget there’s a show that requires your attention playing ahead. 

“You have really pretty eyes,” he compliments in such a gentle voice your gut turns. 

“Thank you.” 

His orbs go from your eyes, to your mouth, and back up to your eyes, and it’s so clear what’s going on in his brain. He doesn’t act on it, which you’re grateful for, letting you know that even with the suggestive jokes and less than platonic feelings he’s brought to your attention, he never crosses the line.

You’re grateful because you really don’t know if you’d have the will power to push him away. 

Jaehyun looks at you in a way you’ve never experienced before. You can’t quite put your finger on what’s different, but you do recognize desire. 

And you’re saved by the alarm you set earlier for 5 o’clock. 

“You sure you can’t watch another episode before you leave?” Jaehyun asks, not letting you pull away to turn the alarm off just yet, his arm tightening around you. “Wanna spend some more time with you.”

“I’ve got a 5-page paper to write that I haven’t even written the title on,” you explain, touched by his confession. You sigh, getting out of his hold when the sound of the alarm becomes annoying. It’s not that you don’t want to stay here and binge the show. “I’m free Thursday after 3?” 

Bit of a dangerous game to play, but you have enough self control. You just might not smoke the next time. 

“I’ll see you Thursday after 3, then,” he agrees easily. “Let me walk you out.”

The hug he gives you before you get into your car lingers, both arms wrapping around your upper back and holding you close, a subtle side to side rock. With the side of your face flush to his chest, arms encircling his middle and hands flat against his back, feeling the way his muscles flex beneath your palms, you hum in contentment. Jaehyun really gives the best hugs. 

“Thanks for watching the show with me,” he says before slowly peeling his body away.

“Thank you for asking me to.” It means a lot. 

Jaehyun’s eyes flicker to your mouth as he licks his lips. “You should leave before I try to convince you to watch a couple more episodes with me.” 

“Yeah,” you agree, backing up to open your car door. “I should leave before I’m convinced.” 

With a grin, he nods. “Drive safe, pretty.” 

His scent is still on you and strong when you’re driving back home to pick your laptop up. When you’re curled up in a solo booth typing away at your laptop. And a soft smile lingers throughout the whole night. 

The sound of an Instagram message interrupts the music you’re playing as you fill in your eyebrow. With a sigh at the interruption in your flow, you peer over to see if it’s a potential new customer.

Instead, it’s on your main page from a user you’ve never seen before. 

You tap it since you’re already here. And your heart drops to your stomach. 

Hey girl. I wasn’t going to say anything but you seem like a nice person so I would feel bad if I didn’t. Your boyfriend has been in my dms for a while. And he came home with my roommate last night

The fact that you trust him when he says he’s out with the boys and make it a point to not check his location unless he’s running late to come see you makes you smile humorlessly to yourself. You’ve been fighting off that gut feeling to check, telling yourself it’s just your anxiety and trust issues. That you’re past that stage in your relationship. He’s committed solely to you now. 

You blink at the message, reading it over a couple times before letting out a dry laugh. You don’t doubt her at all, but if you’re going to approach him about anything, you need proof. That way he can’t lie to you the way he’s done in the past. 

Could you show me what he’s been saying?

A couple of minutes later, a few screenshots are sent to you. They consist of Jaemin swiping up with heart eyes emojis as well as the exasperated emoji, him asking for her Snapchat and her asking ‘don’t you have a girlfriend?’ to which he replied honestly to, and her saying he can hit her back up when he is single but not when he’s in a relationship. The timestamps show you that he has been at it on and off for a little over a month now. The last message from him is asking her to link, to which she politely declined.

You respect it. You’re not mad at her thanking him when he sent heart eyes or compliments. Honestly, you don’t even think you feel any anger at all right now. You feel numb. 

You save the screenshots to your phone. 

Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Have a great day. 

You and Jaemin have plans to go out to eat and grocery shopping, and you’re still going to get a meal and free groceries no matter what news was given to you just now. Especially after the news you were just given. You’ve always been a great actress when need be. So you finish your make up and get dressed in a cute, casual two piece outfit that you know is one of Jaemin’s favorites.

He’s still not here by the time you’re done getting ready, and instead of taking the time to think about the situation like you probably should, your thumb moves mindlessly across your phone screen and taps on a message thread. 

[3:25] you: Are you gonna be busy later?

[3:26] jung: what time?

You exhale deeply at his fast reply.

[3:28] you: Like 6

[3:28] jung: no. wassup?

You grin to yourself.

[3:29] you: Bet. I’ll see you then

[3:30] jung: uh [3:32] jung: okay? [3:32] jung: to watch our show?

You don’t bother responding. You let him know you’d be there and that’s all he needs to know right now. And honestly, you didn’t think this far into the conversation. What would you even reply with? Oh I found out Jaemin is a piece of shit so I’m probably about to go over there and do something to get over it. Not that you think Jaehyun would even have a problem with that blunt response or being used for his attention to fill a void within you now. Your pride makes you hold the information in because the tables have turned. 

And then the sound of your doorbell sounds throughout the apartment. 

With a pretty smile on your face, you answer the door and greet your boyfriend, who hums in appreciation at the sight in front of him, and stand on your tiptoes to give him a hug and kiss. He grabs your ass in the midst of the embrace and you feel sick at the action, but you swallow it down. 

“Ready?” Jaemin asks.

You thought you could make it through food and groceries, but with him standing in front of you, you realize you can’t. 

You want to be out of his presence as soon as possible. 

“Can we chill for a little? I’ve got a headache.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Jaemin agrees easily, stepping in and closing the door behind him. He kicks his shoes off before leading you to the couch and holding you close. “You just got it or has it been a while?”

“Got it about half an hour ago,” you sigh, doing your best to remain calm in his hold. Especially when he kisses your temple. 

Your heart is beating fast, but you still don’t feel angry. 

You always feel anger when you catch him. 

All you feel is hurt. Embarrassed. 

“I wanna show you something,” you mumble, unlocking your phone. His attention goes to the device and he watches you go to your photos and tap the recent photo album before pulling up the conversation. 

You hold it up closer to his face so he can really see it. 

And his face drops. 

You don’t yell. You barely raise your voice. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Jaemin?” 

He just blinks stupidly and starts to stutter. “I-I don’t know.”

“How many times have we gone through this?” you ask, throwing your phone aside. “Why do you keep doing dumb shit like this?”

“I didn’t mean it,” he tries to defend himself. “I was just bored and–”

You laugh humorlessly at that. “You must’ve been really bored last night when you were supposedly at the library with the guys, huh?”

“We didn’t do anything,” Jaemin responds, trying to convey his truth with his eyes. The first couple of times you felt bad for making him look so dejected, but the fact this conversation has happened multiple times just because he doesn’t know how to not be thirsty and not try to outsource when you’re not around or when the two of you have a disagreement is enough for empathy to no longer exist. It’s not like he cared about you when he was in the moment. 

“So not only have you embarrassed me by having our pictures pinned on your page and constantly in bitch’s messages, but you actually go home with someone and get caught, then it gets reported to me out of pity. ” You conclude the event just so he can hear how shitty he is. 

“We only kissed. I felt bad and we stopped there.”

You blink. “You expect me to believe that?”

“I swear that’s all that happened.”

You shake your head. Part of you only believes he didn’t actually get his dick wet because he has no game, but unfortunately, if he pulled you off his good looks and good naturedness, it’s very probable women on campus who have the ‘if she’s not my friend, he’s single’ mindset will fuck him. “You can go now.”

Jaemin panics. “Can we talk about this, please?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you deadpan, scooting out of his hold and looking at your stove to see the time. 

He reaches for you, and you dodge his touch by standing up and walking to the door, looking at him expectantly. 

“Baby, please.” 

“I have somewhere to be soon.” Jaemin stands, trying again to touch your hand when he should know the last thing you want from him right now is his touch. “I’m not gonna waste my breath trying to convince you that I don’t deserve this and that out of respect for you I don’t even open messages from guys I don’t know, again. I don’t have anything else to say to you. Goodbye.”

“I know you’re faithful and I know I fucked up and I’m so sorry,” Jaemin exasperates. “Let me make it up to you? I promise it won–”

“Go, Jaemin.”

Head down, Jaemin finally listens. He slips his Crocs on when he gets to the front door, gives you one more pitiful look while giving an apology that you don’t even listen to. You lock the door behind him and head to the bathroom to freshen up. 

[4:02] you: I’m actually omw now

[4:03] jung: ok

—

It only takes a few seconds for you to hear the lock turn after you knock on his door. Jaehyun’s hair is messy and even with confusion written all over his face, he looks even better than the last time you saw him. Gray sweat-shorts and a white wife-beater never looked so good on a man. 

After a moment of you finally appreciating the view in front of you without nagging thoughts or guilt and him analyzing you, he speaks.

“You found out, didn’t you?”

And that’s all it takes for the thoughts to go away and to spark anger within you. He knew. Of course he knew. You’re sure he knows shit that hasn’t been brought to your attention, too. 

“You’re a piece of shit for not telling me.”

He grins. “Me blatantly telling you I wanted you and continuing to show you should’ve told you everything you needed to know.”

“So you pick and choose when to follow bro code?” you scoff, walking passed him and into the living room. “Fucking your friend’s girlfriend is better than telling her about him doing shit behind her back now?”

He follows behind you after shutting and locking the front door.

“I don’t follow ‘bro code’ for associates… Plus he fucked my ex, so it doesn’t really matter.”

“So I’m revenge pussy?”

“How did you come to that con–”

“So y’all just share pussy within the group,” you hum in faux understanding, plopping down on the beige couch.

“Last time I checked, we’ve never had sex?” 

“But you’ve made it very clear you want to fuck me.”

He says your name in a humorless laugh, not at all in the mood for your deflecting. “I know you didn’t come here to fuss at me. So why are you here?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask, your mind barely even taking in what he just said to you. You thought the two of you were close enough. 

The brunet sits on the opposite end of the couch. His demeanor changes, voice softer and tone genuine now that you’re not trying to chew his head off and you’re more hurt than angry now. “By the time I was told, you already made plans to come over here.”

“Would you have told me?”

He shrugs. “Probably, I don’t know. Would you have believed me? After I’ve been hitting on you this whole time?”

You want to continue being upset, but you can’t even be mad at his reasoning. At him at all. He’s not the one that did you dirty. 

You don’t know if you would have believed him if he did try to tell you, honestly. Yeah, you’ve created a (mostly) platonic bond and consider him a friend at this point, but he’s right. Jaehyun’s never stopped his desires from being shown or spoken on, only diluting them. And you’ve always had a hard time accepting the truth. 

You sigh. “I can understand that.”

He scoots closer to you and gives you a moment to recenter yourself, speaking softly when he says, ”Answer my first question now.”

“You were just the first person that came to mind.” You shrug, not making eye contact with him. 

“While I believe you,” he says, “I know you didn’t come here to talk about him.” Any time you’ve been together, your boyfriend is hardly mentioned. “So what is it?”

Aside from setting up the second time to meet at his place and watch tv, you’ve never invited yourself over, always accepting an invitation. Of course it’s obvious. 

You shake your head. Adrenaline no longer pumping, you don’t have half the balls you did when you texted him or when you knocked on his door.

“He hurt your feelings so you came here, right?” he asks slowly, head tilting. 

“Yeah,” you mumble.

“And you want me to help you feel better?” Jaehyun puts the final pieces together. He doesn’t pity you, which you appreciate, but it’s clear in his voice that he doesn’t want to piss you off again with his assumption, even though you both know he guessed right.

Your heart hurts. Being here, in Jaemin’s friend’s (acquaintance?) apartment, considering getting lost in him to feel better because you just know he has exactly what you need right now isn’t a healthy coping mechanism, but the opportunity had presented itself to you even before the additional heartbreak. 

Then you remember another heart could get broken. 

“What’s up with you and Yeri?” you ask. He’s told you on multiple occasions that they are not together, but actions speak so much louder than words and you know a couple, or at least two individuals who are intimately involved with one another when you see it. 

“I told you, she’s not my girlfriend.”

“But does she know that?” you push the matter. The way Yeri looks at him, so full of love and admiration even as he pays very little attention to her.

“We cut off anything more than a friendship like two weeks ago.” At your skeptical look, he adds on, “promise.”

Promises don’t mean shit to you at this point, if the ring still on your finger says anything. “Officially?”

Jaehyun moves to pull his phone out of his back pocket, unlock it, and tap a few things before handing the device to you. It’s their message thread, the last few messages from last Friday.

yeri: i’m gonna need some space to really get over everything before going back to being just friends but i don’t want anyone to feel awkward 

you: take your time. they’ll understand

“Anything else?” he asks at your acknowledging hum, setting the phone on the coffee table when you hand it back. “We can watch our show or something if you want.”

You scoot closer to him this time, to the point of your thighs touching, and he drapes his arm behind you and patiently waits as your thoughts come to a stopping point. You lean into his embrace and look up at him, eyes going straight to his mouth. 

“Yeah, we can watch it,” you finally respond, resting your head on his shoulder.

Nodding, Jaehyun turns on the TV and scrolls through Netflix to find it. 

“Let me turn the lights off,” he mutters, waiting until you lift your head to get up and do so. He sits leaned against the arm of the chair, legs spread wide and body slumped. Tilting his head, he invites you into his space. 

You check your phone for the time and scroll up a bit to see you have a couple of missed texts from Jaemin. You’re sure it’s the typical apology texts you’ve gotten every time you caught him, so you turn your phone off before you set the device and your purse beside his own belongings on the coffee table. You fit yourself in between Jaehyun’s legs, your upper back against his chest and the back of your head on his shoulder, and you almost sigh when he wraps an arm around you. Fresh linen mixed with that underlying masculine scent you’ve gotten used to with him toeing the line of acting like you’re his friend’s girlfriend and you’re the woman he’s interested in is so comforting you find yourself spaced out.

You don’t know why you’re trying to bullshit yourself right. You don’t give a damn about this show right now. 

You’d been attracted to this man and under his spell since the first couple of meetings. Actually befriending him was conflicting, the flirting and glances and touches that didn’t overstep any boundaries but were so close to doing so. You were being a good girlfriend by dismissing him and downplaying interactions. You don’t have to do that anymore. Jaemin’s bullshit was just the cherry on top to have you fall into Jaehyun’s lap. All of the cards you’ve been dealt have led you to his apartment, and you aren’t stepping on anyone’s toes being here. 

You deserve a little fun.

And he doesn’t seem to take you seriously enough for either of you to get hurt from one night together. He’s perfectly fine with being a rebound, and you’re basically in the same boat. You know what they say, to get over someone… 

Tilting your head, you look up at him, waiting a few seconds until he returns your gaze. 

“What’s up?” Jaehyun asks, his attention going back to the  show when you don’t answer after a couple of seconds. You lift a hand to gently grab the back of his head, guiding his face down to yours. There’s a slight grin on his face as he allows you to move his head, and you feel it when you tilt your chin up to finally slant your lips over his. 

This is what you’d been depriving yourself of. The slow passes of Jaehyun’s lips on yours, the firm, yet gentle hold that keeps you close to his body, the warmth that instantly builds in your stomach. It’s so different. Kisses with Jaemin can be rushed and sloppy most times when sex is on his mind, even suffocating. Here, there’s no rush to get to you undressed, just you getting comfortable with one another and you caressing his scalp with your fingertips. Just gradually building passion.

He lightly licks your bottom lip, and then your tongues are getting acquainted. He tastes like mint as the muscles slowly circle around one another, making your body heat up and a whimper leaks out of you. 

Kisses move from your lips to your cheek, trailing lower. You let him kiss, lick, and suck his way up and down your neck, lolling your head further to the side with a low moan.

“We’re doing this?” he asks, dragging his tongue up to your ear. And the moment the wet muscle circles around your ear, you realize how sensitive they are and suck in a breath at the feeling. “I need words.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut. When his tongue dips in and just lightly swirls, your fingers grip his hair tighter. 

“Yeah?” he prompts quietly, sucking on your earlobe. The arm around you loosens, his hand sliding up your stomach, stopping at your chest to fondle your breast. You nod, pushing your chest into his hand while guiding him to kiss your lips again. 

“Yes,” you hiss against his lips. That’s all you want. You want Jaehyun to take the heartache away, even if just temporarily. You’ve done enough contemplating and Jaehyun seems to agree.

He kisses you rougher, his tongue not as nice as before and takes over, leaving you no choice but to just moan and let him raid your mouth while he pinches and pulls at your nipple. 

His other hand drifts lower, fingertips skimming over your dangling belly button ring, then he flips the front of your skirt up. You spread your legs, giving him more room. His light touch tickles your inner thigh and you break away from the kiss, panting. The difference between his rough tugging on your chest and featherlike, almost teasing fingers so close to the wet seat of your panties makes your head spin. 

Head back on his shoulder, your eyes lift up to the ceiling as you process the position the two of you are in and the feeling of Jaehyun’s digits circling around your clothed entrance. He knows exactly where to touch you, like this isn’t the first time you’ve allowed yourselves to be in this situation, like he’s had the time to learn your body. His hands and his mouth, the tone of his voice and the undeniable chemistry between the two of you gets you worked up so quickly you’re actually surprised. 

When the seat of your panties is drenched to Jaehyun’s liking and you let out a needy whine, he moves the fabric aside. Teasingly tapping your clit, you both watch the string of arousal that stretches from your cunt to his fingertips. You haven’t been this turned on in so long, you’re sensitive and so close to becoming impatient, but at the same time you’re basking in the attention. 

“Yeah, he’s a dumbass,” Jaehyun mutters to himself, continuing to play with your wetness. Two digits dip into your entrance, just barely sinking in one knuckle deep. He repeats this for a while, thoroughly enjoying how wet you are just for him. 

“Jaehyun,” you moan. “Please do something.”

He listens, pushing both fingers into you instantly and it makes you gasp. The hand on your breast slides up to your chin to guide your mouth back to his. His tongue dances with your own as he swallows the whines and whimpers you let out. 

The wet smacks resonating throughout the living room get louder and louder, his thrusts getting faster and rougher.

“Fuck,” you cry, pulling away to catch your breath. You look down in between your legs and the sight only brings a tightness to your lower abdomen. The angle is perfect, his palm smacking your clit each time his fingers sink deep into you. “Right there. Right there.”

“Mm, right here?” His deep voice vibrates your back. “You gonna come?”

You nod violently, your walls already starting to clench around his digits. You cry in affirmation. 

“Let it out, baby. I got you.” His movements speed up even more and the friction of his palm on your clit is more intentional now.  “Come all over my fingers.”

You reach for something to grab, your hand coming in contact with the top of the cushion beside you and you grip it as hard as you can. The pleasure in your clit intensifies and your legs automatically move to shut, but your knees don’t even touch because Jaehyun uses his free hand to tug your leg back onto the cushions. 

Your hips roll out of sync with the thrusts of his hands to chase the orgasm that’s so close you can taste it, and Jaehyun reads you and your body language so well it would scare you if your head wasn’t so high in the cloud. His tongue swirls around your ear, giving your body that final push to release. 

The moan you let out as your lower body shakes sounds like a cry and the man under you just eats it up, groaning under you, rubbing his erection against your back for some type of friction as he draws your orgasm out with the heel of his hand on your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Jae-” You try to tell him it’s so close to becoming too much yet the feeling is so addicting you don’t want it to stop, but your words die when you feel another intense wave of pleasure wash over you. “Oh fuck. Please.”

“One more time before I fuck you?” he asks, so composed—the complete opposite of you. He grabs your face and makes you look at him, smiling at your lewd grimace. “One more time. You can do it.”

You can and you immediately do at his encouragement. “Oh my fucking God.”

“That’s it,” he continues to encourage, finally slipping his fingers out before it becomes too much. His hand comes up to your mouth and your mouth opens without a thought, letting him stick his wet digits in and giving you a taste of the mess you made. “So good for me.”

You nod, agreeing. You’ll do anything he wants at this point and he knows it. 

“Do you taste good, baby?”

You roll your tongue around and in between his fingers and moan in lieu of an answer, to which Jaehyun smiles at before carefully removing his fingers and replacing them with his tongue in a filthy kiss. 

He strips you of your clothing before you’re maneuvered to turn and straddle his lap, the lip lock only breaking for a second before you grab the sides of his face and take the lead. Jaehyun easily lets you, giving you his tongue to suck into your mouth as he moves to settle straight up against the cushions. 

Your essence is dripping down your inner thighs, your pussy clenching around air, in desperate need of him. You rise up to your knees to give you room to stick a hand down the front of his pants. The two of you moan in unison when you wrap your fingers around his dick. Backing away from the kiss, you look down, using your other hand to pull the waistband down as you pull him out of his shorts. 

He’s the perfect size and you almost cry because you’ve really been blocking your blessings for a man that isn’t worth it. 

You claw his shorts down to his knees and he takes care of the rest, kicking them off when he gets them to his ankles. 

“Go ahead.” Jaehyun licks his lips, eyes lidded and dark.  “Sit on it. You can use me to get even.”

You spit in your hand before wrapping it back around his dick, pumping a few times to get him wet.

“It’s not like that.”

Lifting up a bit more, you guide his tip to your entrance. You take your time sinking down on his dick, holding the base while balancing yourself with the other hand on his shoulder. He stretches you out with a pleasurable sting, making you hiss as more inches disappear inside you. Adjusting your feet so that they’re resting against his inner thighs for support, you push down until he bottoms out, and both of you are moaning at the delicious feeling. 

“What is it like then?” Jaehyun asks as you lift his shirt up and off of his body. 

It takes a few practice rises and falls to get adjusted to him and you take your time, to which the man beneath you appreciates. He can feel all of you, groaning deep in his chest.

“I want— mm— I already wanted you,” you confess, to which he smiles knowingly at. He just wanted to hear you say it. “Fuck you’re so big.”

“So fucking tight,” Jaehyun rasps, melting into the cushions behind him. He just admires the view of you riding him, the wet, sticky sound the action makes when he’s deep inside of you. Enjoys the feeling of you sucking him in greedily like your cunt refuses to let him slip out. Jaehyun’s encouraging words urge you to fuck yourself on his cock a little faster, harder, moans getting louder each time you bottom out. “Just like that.”

A deep groan of his name comes from the back of your throat. You can hardly think, let alone about what caused you to be in this very situation, but you can feel the tension and built up emotions loosen more and more the longer you lose yourself in the feeling of your walls being stretched around Jaehyun. 

“I’m gonna come,” you whine. 

“Yeah?” Jaehyun slouches into the couch even more, running his hands up your thighs to reach and grab the top of your ass for leverage so he can fuck up into you, meeting your thrusts half way. The power behind his strokes causes you to go momentarily cross-eyed, eyes unfocused and brows furrowed at the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm approaching even faster now. 

“Fuck,” you squeal, unable to move, which Jaehyun easily accepts and completely takes over. 

“Want you to come all over me,” he grunts out, voice strained. His stare burns your face and your eyes focus back on his handsome face. Jaw clenched, the brunet’s hold changes to your hips to slam your lower body down until you do just as he said, a loud cry echoing in his spacious living room. Tears fall down your cheeks, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body convulses and Jaehyun just talks you through it. You fall into him, the side of your face landing on the couch, fingers gripping the cushions for dear life. You barely hear the words coming out of his mouth, every few words registering in the midst of your whines.

His thrusts slow to a stop and your mind is fuzzy as he showers your throat in kisses, hands caressing your waist. 

You lean back in his lap, his tip pressing further into the spot within you causing both of you to moan in unison. You caress his face, swallowing hard and breathing deeply to catch your breath for a few beats before slanting your lips over his again.

He guides you to grind against him, hands on your hips pulling you into him then pushing you back in a steady motion. Your moans die out in his mouth. His tip just continues to hit your g-spot, your clit rubs against his pelvic bone and it feels so good you have to break away from his mouth. 

Your eyes meet and the contact doesn’t break, your mouth open as deep exhales and whimpers slip out. The room feels hotter, your skin feels stickier, but you just keep grinding and basking in the pleasure until you’re ready for more. Ready for him to come. 

With wobbly limbs, you climb off of him, sinking your knees into the cushions and draping your upper body along the top of the couch, your cheek resting on your arm as you watch Jaehyun stand up and position himself behind you with one knee on the sofa, stroking his cock. 

“You still want more?” he asks, tapping his tip on your ass. 

“Want you to come.” You push your hips back, already becoming impatient. 

“Yeah?” Jaehyun rubs his tip through the mess that pools over your entrance. “Where do you want me to come, baby?”

“Inside me,” you moan. “Please?”

He’ll give you whatever you want. You know as much. 

“Give me a pretty arch– just like that.” Pressing into the arch, Jaehyun coaxes himself back inside of you with slow strokes. The different angle, the different pace, feels like heaven. Your eyes flutter shut, lip trapped between your teeth as your body rocks with his thrusts. 

He continues fucks you slowly, no desire to speed things up yet, just wanting the both of you to enjoy every second. Softly, he tells you ‘up’ before guiding your back to meet his chest with a gentle hand on your throat.

You hold his gaze when he tells you to look at him, even though your lids are fighting you. 

“You wanted me to make you feel better, right?” he asks, and after a moment of silence from you, he manually pulls your lip from between your teeth and repeats, “Right?”

You hum in affirmation, pushing your hips back to feel him even deeper. “Shit. I did.”

“Tell me how I’m making you feel,” he commands, rolling his hips with deep strokes. “I wanna hear you.”

“‘Make me feel so good,” you abide with a whine. “So fucking good, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun brings you in for a slow, sloppy kiss, finally picking up his pace. The hand on your neck glides down to your breast to pinch and pull at your sensitive nipple while his other hand travels down in between your legs, finding your clit to rub circles over.

Wet lips trail to your ear, his deep grunts the main thing you can hear before his tongue is back and circling around in your ear. Your eyes flutter at all of the stimulation, lower abdomen tightening and getting ready for yet another climax. 

“Need you to come again. Can you do that for me?” 

Nodding carefully, you agree. 

The digits on your clit speed up, no longer going in a circular motion but instead swiping back and forth, bringing you so much closer to the edge. 

“Said you want my cum inside of you?”

“Yes,” you gasp, repeating the word as your body starts shaking, back arching and walls clamping on his dick, coming once again and bringing him closer to doing the same. 

His thrusts quicken gradually, not giving you the time to recover this time around, back to pushing that pretty arch in your back for him and using the grip on your waist as leverage. Your legs shake from the effort it takes to keep yourself on your knees for him with the onslaught you’re taking. From the overwhelming pleasure that squeezes your eyes shut and has you seeing stars. Alongside your drool, your tears leak out onto the cotton the side of your face is smushed into while you cry. It doesn’t hurt in the slightest so you’re unsure as to why you’re crying--bawling, rather-- but it feels so right so you don’t question it. You just keep taking Jaehyun’s deep strokes while your body convulses until he pulls out with a pop. 

Little droplets of cum that didn’t make it inside decorate your gaping entrance. With Jaehyun no longer having such a strong hold on you, your knees can slip apart more, and the angle allows for milky ropes to slowly ooze out of your hole. You don’t have enough time to get back into your right state of mind before Jaehyun enters you again in one, deep thrust. 

He couldn’t help it. Something carnal within him has to fuck the cum back inside of you. 

Your gasp of surprise only eggs him on further, slamming into you until he’s milked out completely and his shaft gets too sensitive to go any further. The top of your crack to your inner thighs is smeared cum and cream, and the sight almost makes Jaehyun’s limp dick twitch. He’s mesmerized by the sight, running his fingers over your fluttering entrance until a tiny whimper brings him back to reality. 

He takes his time pulling away from your boneless body to stand straight up. 

“Need me to carry you to the bathroom?”

You’re dizzy and your cheeks are wet but you find the brain and strength to lift yourself up, shaking your head. Jaehyun assists with a hand pulling you by your arm. Your legs are wobbly and he laughs to himself as he walks behind you, gently pushing you out of the living room and through his room to the bathroom. 

Sitting on the toilet completely naked and pushing his semen out is an intimate act but you barely have the mind to care right now. He’s hardly paying attention anyway, focused on wetting a rag with warm water and cleaning himself before rinsing the cloth back off to use on you. 

Once you’ve wiped as much as toilet paper can get off of you and flush, Jaehyun guides you to sit on his spacious sink so he can finish the job. Your head is spinning. Jaemin never did this before. 

“You wanna go home tonight or stay with me?” He asks, glancing up at your face in the midst of cleaning between your legs. “I think you should stay so I can fuck you again before you go back to him.”

Your brows furrow. “What makes you think I’m going back to him?” 

“Because you always do.”

How sure he is makes you wonder just how many incidents between you and Jaemin everyone knows about. If Jaehyun, who isn’t close with your boyfriend knows, there’s no doubt everyone else does. 

After all, he said he was told earlier. And it was unlikely by Jaemin himself.

That makes you feel embarrassed all over again. 

The possibility of you forgetting the constant heartache and staying with Jaemin keeps dwindling as the day goes on. 

Jaemin is perfect on paper. And as time has passed and more situations between you have occurred, you realize that’s the main reason you stayed with him. There’s the attachment and love, of course. But the relationship started off physical. No friendship. Just lust and infatuation. You bending over backwards to keep a connection alive when Jaemin was distant and nonchalant, choosing his friends more than you and a lot of times taking entirely too long to respond to texts or snaps. 

Your main source of communication in the beginning was Snapchat. That was the biggest red flag but he was just so handsome and tall and amicable. Jaemin’s eyes were just so kind and they held an innocence that drew you towards him. 

Not to mention when the two of you became official and you introduced him to your family they instantly took a liking to him and often ask about his whereabouts and wellbeing. Inviting Jaemin to birthday parties and dinners. 

He’s attentive to material things that you like and he gets them. His main love language is acts of service so he buys you things, cooks for you, does minor repairs on your car, and other things that make your life a little easier. So you know Jaemin has love for you, but he’s too wrapped up in himself and what his friends have going on, and you’re the one that’s always affected negatively because of this. All the nice things he does for you aren’t worth the sadness, anger, and insecurity you constantly feel. Not worth the emotional rollercoaster you’re always on with him. 

You refuse to take it anymore. 

“I’m not going back to him,” you say more to yourself. You start to push Jaehyun back so you can get down and put some clothes on and quite possibly get the hell out of here, but the brunet sets the soiled rag inside the sink and holds your waist. 

“Then how about you take a shower while I order some food for us.”

You study him. He looks tired but hopeful you’ll stay the night. 

“So you can fuck me again before I leave,” you deadpan. 

He laughs. 

“I only said that because I was sure you’d be right back with him tomorrow,” he explains, bringing your lower body closer to the edge of the counter as he steps forward, your sexes touching and contradicting his next words. “But if you say you aren’t, I can admit I just want to spend more time with you.”

“Why?”

The look he gives you makes you think you asked a dumb question, but you genuinely don’t understand. 

“Just know I’m here when you’re ready, okay?”

That didn’t answer your question at all, but the tone of his voice is believable. “Ready for what, Jaehyun?”

“Us,” he says. “If you decide you still wanna be friends with me and see where this can go, I’m here.”

Now you’re really confused. You thought this was just sex for the both of you. You thought you were both just rebounds. You thought he just wanted to fuck you this whole time. 

“You’re deadass?” you ask dumbly, to which he laughs at. 

“Yes.” He dips down to give you an innocent kiss. “Now get in the shower. I’m hungry.” 

When you open your eyes the next morning, Jaehyun’s body heat radiating even from the other side of the bed, everything that happened yesterday hits you all over again. 

Especially when the man beside you basically told you he wants to be your man. 

It’s not that you’re opposed to it. The connection and chemistry are definitely there. But you can’t jump into another relationship so quickly. Especially with someone who is connected to the man you’ve yet to break up with 

It is nice that Jaehyun didn’t just bombard you with his feelings or ask you out instantly, though. You appreciate him saying the two of you could build and see what happens. 

In the midst of your thinking, Jaehyun stirs awake and checks his phone. He groans tiredly and turns to you. 

“I’m surprised you’re still here,” is the first thing he says to you, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“I bet you like seeing my face first thing in the morning,” you tut. You finally sit up, though, because while you’re not even sure what time it is, you need to get home and figure your next step out. 

“I do.” Jaehyun easily admits, sitting up as well. “I feel like this will be the last time in a while, though.”

You raise an eyebrow. He’s not wrong. But are you that easy to read? 

“It’s that obvious?”

He laughs and gets out of the bed, stretching his arms high above his head with a deep grunt. Your eyes trail down his body and stay on the tent in his boxers long enough to get caught. You lick your lips. 

“Let me feed you before you leave.”

“Feed me how?” you ask. This time his brows lift up. “What. Feed me what?”

“I can feed you cum and pancakes if you want,” he snorts. “Extra toothbrushes are in the top left drawer under the sink. You can get ready first.”

You end up taking over halfway through Jaehyun making breakfast so he can freshen up, and the two of you eat side by side at the high bar in his kitchen in comfortable silence for a while. 

But you feel like you should touch on the comment he made earlier. 

“I’m gonna need time to myself before I even start thinking about being with someone else.” 

Jaehyun nods, taking his time to chew and swallow his mouthful. “That’s expected.”

“I honestly don’t want to be around anyone associated with him for a while either,” you admit. He deserves to know what’s going on in your mind. 

You’d only want to see Joy and Jaehyun, and it sucks when Jaehyun’s barely even your boyfriend’s friend, but you can’t see yourself healing and actually getting over the whole situation while constantly in his presence. 

“I figured,” he says. “You cool with me checking in some times?”

You smile. It’s nice that he really does care. “Yeah. I’d like that.” 

He collects your plates when you’ve both finished breakfast and you follow him to the sink to help him clean up before you leave. Your assistance is denied, but he tells you to sit on the counter beside the sink and talk to him before he walks you out. 

You know you need to leave soon, but you’re dragging your feet, so you hike yourself up onto the counter. You don’t have the energy to confront the cause of the situation at hand right now. You’re tired. You just want to go home and sleep for the rest of the day then think about everything tomorrow. Talk to Jaemin tomorrow. 

You don’t even want to check your phone, hence why it’s still off, in Jaehyun’s living room.

Any time you’ve created distance between you and Jaemin after a bad argument, he gave you the space you needed, only sending a message or two letting you know he loves you and how sorry he is, how grateful he is to have you in his life. The space has always been appreciated, but now that you’re thinking about it, it makes you realize how certain he is you’ll be back under him and by his side in no time. 

“Get out of your head,” Jaehyun’s voice brings you back to reality. The dishes are finished and you don’t know if he let you be in your head in silence up until now or if he’s been talking. It doesn’t matter much, seeing that he doesn’t look affected. Instead, he’s easily parting your legs so he can fit his body in between, tilting your chin up with a gentle finger. “Can I get another kiss before you disappear?”

You slant your lips over his, bringing him closer by your legs around his hips. The kiss isn’t like any of the ones from last night. There’s more longing, yet more patience. Jaehyun’s hands stay innocent on the sides of your face while yours hold onto the fabric of his shirt. 

It’s already obvious you’re going to miss this for a while. The way Jaehyun’s tongue lightly circles your own, the way his teeth nip at your lower lip. How he groans when you suck on his bottom lip as he pulls away a little, letting it snap back into place before his tongue is back in your mouth, playing with yours. 

You’re unsure of how long this goes on, but when you can feel your arousal dripping down your inner thigh due to you wearing the same skirt from yesterday with no panties (they got ruined), you give Jaehyun a finale smooch before gently pushing his back by his chest. 

“I gotta go before I end up fucking you again,” you joke, wanting to this temporary halt in whatever the two of you have going on to end on a good note. 

Jaehyun’s head tilts. “I don’t see why that would be a bad thing.”

You squint at him non-intimidatingly. 

“How about I call you if my rabbit isn’t enough to satisfy me?” you propose.

“Can I taste you before you clean up?” 

You pause from getting ready to hop off the counter and raise a brow. 

After spending so much time saying no and shrugging him off, it’s hard to do so right now. Which is why you reach down to swipe at your essence with your fingers and bring them up to his mouth. With a grin, he opens up, tongue out, easily accepting his treat. 

Your breath hitches at the feeling and sight of the tall man enjoying the taste of you from your own fingers. He gently grabs your wrist to angle your hand better so he can lick up every last drop. He finishes with a loud suck before bending down to give you a kiss that lets you also get a taste. 

And suddenly, you don’t mind spending a little more time here. Afterall, who knows when the next time you’ll see him will be.

“You did that on purpose,” you accuse, not really complaining. You don’t even know why you were trying to fool yourself. You’d stay the night again, if you’re being honest. It’d give you more time away from the reality that waits for you outside of the bubble you and Jaehyun have created. 

“I’m not keeping you hostage,” Jaehyun says, wiping some saliva from under your mouth before taking a step back. “Let me walk you to your car.”

You shake your head, leaning back so you can prop your heels on the edge of the counter. “I think you should get a better taste.”

The brunet fights a smile, licking his lips. “You think so?”

“I do.” You nod, biting your lip as you watch him sink to his knees.

“I don’t know, Jaemin,” Joy says, a bit of pity in her voice. “She unfollowed all of us and you haven’t heard from her in what, three weeks?”

“Four,” Jaemin corrects, like that doesn’t further prove the red-head’s point. 

She squints at him like he’s a dumbass, which he is. Everyone in the room knows this. Especially Jaehyun, who doesn’t even know why he’s here tonight. Joy practically begged him to spend a little time with everyone instead of being holed up in his apartment as per usual. 

He already barely joined the group’s festivities, but nowadays, he’d rather just be alone or be with you. 

“Since she broke up with you,” Seulgi further points out. 

“Doesn’t look like she’s taking you back this time, kid,” Taeyong pitches in. 

“I mean yeah, this is the longest we’ve gone without talking but I know her,” Jaemin insists. “She needs space before she forgives and we get back right. Even you all know this. It’s just taking a little longer because it’s the first time she found out I actually fucked someone else.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, licking and sealing his blunt tightly. 

Jaehyun’s annoyed at this point.

“She’s done with you.”

Everyone looks at Jaehyun, surprised at him even speaking on the topic. 

Jaemin laughs, leaning back in his seat arrogantly. “How would you know?”

Yeri tilts her head. 

You’re going to be pissed when his next words get back to you, but he can’t just watch Jaemin talk about you and the situation you’re still healing from like it’s nothing. 

“Because I’ve been nutting in her this whole time.”

heyyyyy :) ik it’s been a minute since i’ve posted. ily thank you for reading. feedback is always appreciated

[sleepy-sirin]

Incarnation (Honkai Star Rail x Child! Herrscher! Reader)

Summary: In which Y/n, the creation of Will of Honkai, successfully defeated her own creator with the help of her friends. After defeating the Will of Honkai, for using too much of her power she goes into a deep sleep.

Next chapter

A/n: Reader will be based on Jyahnar from GGZ

Prologue

Third POV:

They finally did it.

They finally defeated the Will of Honkai.

She finally defeated her own creator.

Back then, Y/n didn't care about humanity when she was born. Her creator simply told her to destroy humanity. Y/n woke up and considered the planet to be a fit world for her to rule, especially the vast blue ocean of the world.

Overseeing humans, Y/n concluded they are not worthy of being her slaves and used her Houkai energy to destroy the sanity of all humans alive at the time and especially whole empires to destroy themselves, ending the culture of mankind and destroying every creation made by man. After 5,000 years making the world in her image, she fell asleep in the pacific ocean

But it all changes when a certain white-haired female convinces her about humanity. She'll never forget the kindness that she receives from her no matter how Y/n almost destroys the Earth.

Y/n asked Kiana to destroy her. After the destruction, Y/n used the last remaining strength to shape a human body, expressing her longing for thousands of years.

When Houkai created her, in addition to genetically engraving the mission of exterminating mankind like other Houkai creatures, it also included other information. That is to let her come to this planet to find the trace of Kiana and to destroy humanity together with Kiana as the Messenger of the Houkai.

At the end of her life, Y/n hopes to become a human in the next life. Kiana didn't want Y/n to die like this and used the power of the saint to completely integrate the core into Y/n's human body. Y/n survived but fell into a deep sleep. Y/n promise Kiana that she will help defeat her own creator, the Will of Honkai, if they are ready to defeat it.

Right now, they all celebrate defeating the Will of Honkai and grief of the death of Seele and Sin Mal for their sacrifice.

Y/n couldn't help but feel sleepy all of a sudden, maybe because she uses too much of her powers. Bronya and Ninti notice you are sleepy and they try to wake you up.

You couldn't help but let the darkness consume you and block everyone who is calling for your name.

Y/n's POV:

Where am I?

Why is it so dark in here?

I look around to see nothing but darkness. Is this how death looks like? Is this how I die when my creator is gone, I disappear too... Maybe I shouldn't rebel the Will of Honkai with the humans if I disappear too.

But I didn't regret it. I only did it for the person that I admire, Kiana Kaslana. She's the reason why I want to save humanity, even though back then I try to persuade Kiana to destroy with humanity with me. Maybe I will get reincarnated as human, and find Kiana like I always do whenever she gets reincarnated.

I see a light above me, is it time for me to wake up now? Am I finally going to be a human? I reach out my hand to the light...

I open my eyes to see a ceiling above me, I sit up on the bed I was in and look through the window to see that I'm in space. I have no recollection sleeping through space since I always sleep in the ocean.

I saw two humans talking not far away from me, a woman who looks awfully familiar to me has bright red hair, and gold-colored eyes. She wears a white toga gown with red along the inside. A tall brown-eyed man with matching brown hair that has a small white streak. He wears a gray and white dress coat with a scarf and black armor on his chest. He also wears glasses, dark brown pants, black shoes, and a black glove on his right hand. The two humans saw that I am awake and walk to my direction.

"It looks like you're finally awake, child." The red-haired woman said.

"We have few questions for you to answer." The brown-haired male said and ask me few questions.

"What's your name?"

"Y/n."

"How old are you?"

"I don't know my age."

"Where are you from?"

"Nowhere."

"Who's your parents?"

"I don't have parents."

The old man was done asking me questions but I knew there's something he wants to ask me in private, so he told the red-haired lady that he wants to talk to me in private. The red-haired woman listen and gave us some privacy.

It was now only the two of us, the brown-haired male ask me with a serious tone in his voice:

"You're a Herrscher, aren't you?"

I smirk at the question he asks, what a smart human he is to figure out who I am.

"Yes, I am a Herrscher. What a smart human you are."

The old man backed away from me and summoned his weapon, ready to engage battle with me.

"You Herrscher shouldn't exist anymore since the Will of Honkai is gone!"

"The Will of Honkai may be gone but you have forgotten that I am the creation of the Will of Honkai! I'm the most powerful Herrscher in the universe!"

As the two of us are ready to fight, 3 new humans have entered the room and noticed that the old man is literally fighting a "human" child.

"Mr.Yang, what are you doing?!" The pink-haired girl asked in a panic voice.

The red-haired woman came back to the room who looked shocked at the scene she witnessed.

"Everyone stay back! This child is not a human but a dangerous Herrscher!" The old man said.

"Don't you get it? I'm God! I'm beyond your understanding! You can never defeat me!"