#like i can get behind a first (or second) year uni student dating a high schooler (in last 2 years)

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group: boynextdoor

genre: smut (strangers to lovers) one shot(??)student au, non idol au.

pairing: Sungho x Leehan

side characters: Taesan, Riwoo, Jaehyun, Zico (cameo). NO WOONHAK

word count: 7.2k

summary: In which Sungho meets a gorgeous freshman the first day of his second year of uni after working a little too hard. He just cant fight the temptation of filling the pretty boy up and concentrate on his work like he used to.

note: I absolutely could continue this as I have so many ideas but since its my first works here I have no idea how well it'll be received. I'm so nervous honestly abt posting, please feel free to send feedback through my anon or inbox I'd rly appreciate it. Also pretty sure I've covered all warnings (please lmk if I missed anything). I hope this reads well! My requests are open <3

WARNINGS: Dom Sungho, sub Leehan, perverted thoughts, cum, pet names, rough sex, unprotected sex (don't try this at home!), swearing, vibes, hot ass sex.

This wasn't Sunghos first day of Uni. It was the first day of his second year, he should be okay now, right? 

The truth is that Sungho has very much kept to himself all of his first year. He was terrified of this place, the constant feeling of imposter syndrome plagued him, his brain telling him he didn’t belong here.

High school itself was easy, he skated by academically using minimum brain power, he had a healthy social life and even dated, he was even able to play volleyball, and well at that, He was the best setter his high school had seen in years, he thought about trying out for the team at uni but there were much taller players here, they wouldn’t look at him twice. Plus he didn’t have time, when Sungho had started here he soon realised that this wasn't meant to be fun, he didn’t understand how people managed to party their way through Uni, there's got to be a secret or a trick to it, right? Not to mention he also had a part-time barista job now to help him pay his share of the rent. He needed to succeed, his life almost depended on it. 

When he snapped out of his thoughts he was still sitting on the edge of his mattress in his boxer shorts staring blankly at the floor with a sock in hand, sun shining through the window parallel to his bed onto his wide back, his broad shoulders blocking it and casting a dark shadow over his floor, ‘right, i need to hurry’ he thought to himself. 

It was true that perhaps Sungho had focused a little too hard last year, but it had definitely paid off. Now, going into his second year, he had applied and been assigned student TA for the first years’ class which would be affording him extra credit. Of course his mental still wouldn’t allow him to slow up at all, why would it? If his hard work paid off last year, imagine how much further ahead it would get him this year? 

The plan? Work just as hard and last year for school and at work and be a student TA and not run headfirst into a mental breakdown due to lack of socialisation, hobbies, enjoyment or fun. Easy! 

And with that he finally got dressed, grabbed his bag and left, slamming his dorm door obnoxiously loud behind him, his housemate shouting after him “Dude why?! It’s 8am!”

Contrary to popular belief, even if the sun makes you feel warm and cosy in the morning, rain can literally come out of nowhere. As smart as Sungho was, he hadn’t had the foresight today to bring anything more than the black t-shirt on his back to shield him from the rain. He ran from the bus stop to a nearby shelter and sat on the bench there, pulling his phone out and sending a text to his roommate.

TEXT

To: lazy ass

Are you still at the apt? Can you bring my coat and drop it off at lab 6 please? You owe me one.

And he did owe Sungho for covering his ass when he needed help with his final assignment in first year, the guy hadn’t even thought about what he could base his assignment on and Sungho essentially gave him all the thought and structure behind it while this jackass was high as a kite. Sunghos roommate was Riwoo, he was majoring in graphic design and he was incredibly talented at the actual graphic design aspect even in Sunghos opinion considering he was totally biased against the whole idea of Riwoo, but the guy had no original ideas. Riwoo spent most of his days lazing around and his nights smoking joints with his equally lazy ass mate yet lucked out with every assignment he had and was still attending this university. 

As Sungho was waiting for a reply, he thought to relax a moment, take a look around and breathe before he stepped foot in that building again and simultaneously stepped foot into his ‘work brain’, yet as he looked up his chance to breathe was taken when he saw the most gorgeous guy walking from the bus stop, dressed for the weather of course, a guy as perfect looking as that must really be perfect in every aspect. He was taller than Sungho, but athletic and toned, lean and agile, his shoulders must have only been half the width of Sunghos. He was pretty, like an angel, long brown hair, a wave to it, no, it was curly, and his face, god his face. Sungho could almost feel his pupils shift from circles to hearts, He looked like he'd walked right out of a fairytale, his face perfectly handsome, prince-like, soft yet strong features, plump shapely lips, the epitome of handsome, Sungho swore he saw a his eyes twinkle. 

The phone held loosely in his hand by this point buzzed twice in quick succession snapping Sungho from his thoughts

TEXT

From: lazy ass

Dude if i decide to come in i’ll bring it 4u chill

“Dickhead..” Sungho muttered under his breath and stood adjusting his backpack to walk in the building, if Riwoo bought it he bought it, there’s nothing he could do about it right now, it was his own stupid fault for not bringing it himself in the first place.

As he started to move he noticed Mr.Handsome was walking into the same building, shoving any ideas of anything other than his full focus on his academic responsibilities aside he continued walking to his first TA class at the lecture hall on the west wing of the universities main building, he couldn’t help but notice that his mystery crush was also heading that way and he felt a bit stalky as they neared closer and closer to the lecture hall. 

The way Sunghos stomach twisted when this guy walked right to the door he needed too and opened it was, in his opinion stupid as hell, he couldn’t believe that one, this guy was obviously also doing sports science, and two, he was even entertaining the idea of a crush. But what took the cake was that this actual god of a person then proceeded to hold the door open for him with the most charming smile he had ever seen in his life. Life moved in slow motion as Sungho took in all of his features up close, burning the image into the back of his retinas to keep forever. The small freckle under his eye, the dimple on his cheek, the way his eyes creased because of his wide and remarkable smile, the ridge of his nose. Sungho wanted to remember this, no, he needed to. 

Before he looked like an absolute freak he smiled back, thanked the beauty in front of him and took the door in his hand, walking into the room. The boy walked to a seat in an abandoned section at the back of the room, Sungho walked to the small desk off the side of the lecturers own and put his bag on the desk, rifling through it he lost himself in his thoughts again, this is gonna be a rough one…

After class had wrapped up and students started to file out of the hall Sungho sat patiently waiting for the lecturer to hand out sheets to all the students going by his desk and soon after everyone was gone his professor turned to him. 

“Sungho, you did well today! I have a list of students who’ve asked for extra tutoring, I’ve assigned most of them to tutors already but i'm short one, I hope you don't mind but i've put your name down for the last one, don’t worry, it's not for free and its 2 sessions a week”

Just as Sungho was about to protest the idea of tutoring, the pretty boy walked down the steps towards the front. He had no idea he was still here, his eyes widened a tad.

“As a matter of fact, this is him, Leehan, the very student you’ll be tutoring” His professor gestured an arm out to the brunette. 

Sungho swooned internally at the guys name, and without hesitation he spoke, “Thankyou for the opportunity Professor Zico, I’d be happy to tutor, what days is it?” 

“Tuesday and Friday after school hours of course, you can work out the details of where and when yourselves.” and with that he picked up his bag and strode towards the door leaving Leehan and Sungho alone in the huge lecture hall. 

“Leehan was it?” He acted like he didn’t hear properly. “Hi, I’m Sungho, do you have any idea where you’d like to study?” He gave a slight bow toward him and smiled a totally normal amount in his opinion. 

“H-Hyung, thankyou for accepting to tutor me” his voice was soft and shy, he bowed low in response. “I don’t know the campus very well yet but if you tell me a location i’ll make sure to be there” He looked into Sunghos eyes, waiting for instruction like it was the most important thing.

“Oh crap, yeah I forgot you just started today! Okay, i’ll book study room K6 for us, its over the east wing of the campus by the library” He smiled reassuringly, like that would help make it easier for Leehan to find, His heart pounding in his chest.

 It’d been a long time since Sungho had Spoken to any guy of interest to him, usually not allowing himself to, he didn’t dislike the idea of dating, actually it was the complete opposite, Sungho missed dating, he missed intimacy, but he knew it’d take away his focus for his studies. However, this couldn’t be helped, the universe was making him tutor Leehan, so for once he got to actually talk to a crush, which he found exhilarating. 

“Okay, sure, got it. Thankyou S-Sungho Hyung, I-” Leehan began but was interrupted when the lecture hall door swung open with a slam. 

A boy with dark tousled hair barged in, “There you are! I’ve been waiting for you dude, I’m starving, please Leehan!” He begged the taller boy pouting over exaggeratedly. 

Leehan smiled, letting out a giggle, Sungho’s insides melted.

“I’m coming, Myungjae, jeez” He said towards the expressive boy, “K6, got it, see you tomorrow Hyung.” He smiled with his eyes at Sungho and turned away towards the door with the other boy. Sungho could’ve sworn the boy named Myungjae panted like a dog when Leehan walked towards him, maybe he imagined it.

Although rarely done, lab work was one of Sunghos favourite parts of his studies, He couldn’t help but enjoy the neatness of it all, the charts, the organisation, in his mind it made it all feel simple, of course it wasn't, but it felt so. The lab was silent aside from the sound of peoples fingers tapping away at their keyboards or super quiet muffled music in others’ headphones.

As Sungho was focusing on the screen trying to take in the graph he'd made that didn’t quite look right, he saw a blonde head out the corner of his eye sneak in with a black coat screwed up in his arms. He bopped over to Sungho and dumped it on the empty chair next to him. 

“We even now, bro?” Riwoo asked, his face nonchalant. 

Sungho chuckled, “I mean I'm surprised you brought it in for me but no, not even close.”

“Whatever,” he smirked, “See you later.” He turned on his heels and snuck back out of the room. 

It didn’t make up for much but Sungho was incredibly grateful for Riwoo bringing his coat, the rain only picked up throughout the day, well, it seemed like it stopped whenever he was inside and as soon as he went out it was torrential again, as Sungho walked from the bus stop to his apartment he was pelted with fat raindrops, as waterproof as this coat was it was just a raincoat, he could feel the force of them hitting his body and eventually even wet seeping through it. He picked up the pace and ran up the steps to his building door, only breathing properly when he was inside and the door shut behind him.

As he walked into his apartment he was immediately hit by a cloud of smoke, he knew why, the reason was sitting on his sofa with his feet up on his coffee table, Han Taesan. 

“Did you let yourself in again?” He said defeatedly at Taesan. It wasn’t that Sungho disliked Taesan, he just didn’t appreciate his disregard for courtesy, everything was excused as art or vibes with him.

“Lee gave me a key, it's nice here when nobody’s around, don’t you think?” he said slowly as he breathed out a stream of thick smoke onto his joint, inspecting the way the red hot cherry blazed in reaction. 

“I wouldn’t know,” he rolled his eyes sarcastically, “either you or Riwoo are always here,” he laughed a little. If he was honest with himself, he enjoyed there always being someone around, quiet is nice but to know that someone is nearby was always a comforting feeling for Sungho.

“Whatever man, you like us really” the side of Taesans mouth stretched into a smirk. “Want some?” he reached his arm over the back of the couch to where Sungho was standing and held his splif up to him. 

Sungho gave the same answer he always did: “You know what, I’ll have to pass today, maybe next time.”

“Lame, you should experience true feelings sometime man!” He shouted out to Sungho as he was walking out the room to his own bedroom while twisting his body and stretching his whole length back, lying down along the sofa, he closed his eyes and continued to smoke. His nirvana shirt clad chest rose high and held a second before he let the breath out again. 

Taesan was an emotional guy, Sungho had seen this a lot over the last year, he seemed sensitive, not in a bad way, he was soft, trusting, and many times he’d sat on that exact sofa crying to Riwoo about a guy leading him on and then finally showing his true colours. On the flip of that, he was extremely bubbly and happy and a real mood maker for Riwoo. Sungho could see at least that.

Once in his room Sungho shuffled his feet to his desk and sat with a notebook and some worksheets he’d picked up earlier to somewhat prepare for Leehans tutoring session tomorrow. Having never tutored before he was scared in case he made a fool of himself, especially in front of Leehan, because let's face it, he wanted Leehan to like him too even if he wasn't supposed to be entertaining the idea of relationships. 

As hard as he tried to make a plan all he could seem to think of was Leehan, more specifically his lips, he wanted so badly to even just swipe a finger across them, feel the plumpness of them, he imagined how warm they’d be against his own, they probably taste sweet, he thought about how well their lips would slot together, slick and needing, how if Leehans mouth would open slightly and he would take his swollen bottom lip between his teeth and toy with it just to make him open wider so he could slip his tongue in and massage it against the pretty boys own, sliding around his mouth, learning what more he could do to elicit small moans and whimpers from him.

As Leehan arrived home he was greeted with an empty apartment, Jaehyun was probably out goofing around with his other friends, he hadn’t seen him since lunch today, Jaehyun was super extroverted, a people person and it seemed like the more he was around people the more his energy grew, which was the exact opposite case for Leehan, he wasn’t necessarily an introvert but there was a limit to his social battery and with today being his first day of Uni he had definitely reached it. 

Now he just wanted to make some food and chill in front of his fish tank with his music playing.He kicked off his shoes and hung his coat up thinking about how lucky it was that he remembered it today, usually Leehan wouldn’t have taken his coat but something in him made him, even with no indication of rain as he was leaving this morning, usually he ended up out in a t-shirt getting soaked, like that hot guy, Sungho, He remembered seeing him this morning on the way in wondering about how he’d have looked had that been a soaked white t-shirt over his giant shoulders rather than black, then later finding out this guy was supposed to be his tutor, what kind of sick joke was that? He found this incredibly sexy guy, on campus, in his class, he had a shot, maybe? But for him to be his tutor, he had no chance, no way in hell, right? 

He reheated some food his mother had sent over and took a seat on the sofa facing the backrest so he could watch his fish, some soft music playing in the background. This was Leehans happy place, the perfect, uninterrupted, calmness. His fish swimming without a care, his balloon molly, affectionately nicknamed Myungie after Jaehyun because it swims just like a dog wagging its tail, swam away excitedly to the blue tang as he sat and his new zebrafish came closer to the glass, somehow curiously. He couldn’t help but think of Sungho for some reason, maybe because they're such resilient and sturdy fish and Leehan couldn’t avoid the fact that Sungho looked incredibly sturdy, his shoulders so solid and wide. He stopped paying attention to his food, the fish and the music as his mind started wandering, imagining how it must feel to be surrounded by those broad shoulders, trapped between Sunghos chest and a bed, the shadow that might be cast over his small frame to have such a man above him, incredible, he concluded. He wasn’t sure what he was doing daydreaming about his student TA tutor, over him, looking down at him, placing his finger under his chin and tilting it up so Leehan was looking up into his eyes, submitting to his touch as Sunghos thigh took place against his clothed crotch, the friction between them simultaneously not enough and too much for him to bear.  

Staring blankly through his fish tank, lost in thought about Sunghos strong figure taking what he wanted from him, he didn’t even notice Jaehyun walk in, say his same repeatedly and walk over until his big eyes were staring back at him through the fish tank. 

“YAH! Announce yourself man!” He jumped out of his skin. 

Jaehyun laughed like a kid, “I did! It’s not my fault you were on another planet, I said your name like 10 times.” 

Leehan looked puzzled, he didn’t hear him at all, he needed to get his mind out of the gutter, he looked around him and noticed his bowl of food had just been left alone completely after he had a couple forkfuls, his stomach rumbled an angry reminder at him.

“You didn’t eat? Again?” Jaehyun asked worriedly, “You said you were gonna take better care of yourself now that we’re out of high school and moved away from them.” 

Leehan looked guilty, “No, I swear I am, Myungjae, I am, I just got lost in thought and forgot about my food, I promise, look I’ll reheat it now,” he moved to get up and his hardened cock changed his mind, “well in a second.” He added, realising the rest of his body still hadn’t recovered from his daydreaming, his eyes moved around the room until they looked at the floor, blush rising up his cheeks.

“Oh my god, who?” Jaehyun's face lit up, “pleasepleasepleaseplease tell me?” he begged.

“I don't know what you're on about to be honest” Leehan laughed dismissively, finally able to get up and re-reheat his food, he walked towards the microwave, Jaehyun following him keenly. 

“Is it someone I know, was I with you when you saw him? Is it a professor? Oh my God, is it that guy from earlier?!”

“Again, I don’t know what you're on about, what guy?” He lied, he knew very well that Jaehyun was referring to Sungho. 

“That guy with the massive shoulders you were talking to in the lecture hall! There’s no way it's not him, he’s completely your type, you love men that look climbable!” he snorted, laughing. 

“He’s the student TA, and, from tomorrow, my tutor, so whether you're onto something or not,” he glared, “he’s a no go.” The microwave dinged and he reached in with a tea towel in his hands to save his fingerprints from being seared off.

Jaehyun gave an accomplished but sad smile, “you’re just making excuses, I’m sure he’s not really, there’s no rules about it..” 

“Even if there isn’t, who's to say he’d be interested anyway?” Leehan raised his eyebrows at Jaehyun as he sat at the couch, the right way this time, grabbed the games console controller and passed it to Jaehyun, “set that up, we need that rematch still.”

“You make too many excuses,” Jaehyun rolled his eyes and grabbed the controller, setting up the game eagerly. 

Sungho was snapped out of his terribly explicit thoughts by the smell of pizza wafting through the crack in his door. Interested, he sorted himself out and ventured out into the livingroom to find Riwoo and Taesan stuffing their faces. 

“Hey big guy!” Riwoo said way too excitedly, “you want some? We ordered too much ‘cause this doofus can’t use his phone properly when he’s stoned.” He pointed at Taesan and laughed. 

Taesan’s camera suddenly flashed a massive flash of light in the dim living room, effectively blinding the two boys victim to the photo. “Niiiice, “ he whispered under his breath, he hadn’t been listening at all, just observing through his lens. 

“Yah! That’s like the tenth time tonight!” Riwoo rubbed his eyes frantically trying to rid himself of the white splodges in his vision. 

“Yeah but look.” Taesan turned the camera around and showed both boys a very aesthetic photo, somehow looked like it was well planned, staged and made for purpose, it was no wonder really that Taesan was already becoming known in the photography industry, most people would have said majoring in photography was a waste, but for a young prodigy like Taesan, it was warranted. 

“Woah, that's pretty cool, you should major in photography.” Sungho said sarcastically, grabbing a slice of pizza. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever, dude,” Taesan smiled, flicking through settings on his camera. 

To say the day had gone smoothly would be an understatement, Sungho hadn’t had a day go this well in a long time, he felt uneasy, he worried this just meant the rest of the day would be horrible. He finished up at his physical therapy lecture, readying to go to the study room and headed into the hallway, he spotted Leehan coming out of the next lecture hall and had a brainwave to show him the way.

Leehan spotted Sungho through the sea of people and soon noticed his gesture to him to follow. His stomach twisted a little, he thought he’d have a couple minutes to compose himself before seeing Sungho for his tutor session. The thought of being alone around this guy made him nervous as all hell. 

“Hey! I thought since we’re both going to K6 anyway I can show you there myself to save you the stress of finding it.” Sungho beamed.

“Good idea, my sense of direction isn't the best actually, you might’ve been waiting a while.” he grinned like an idiot, realised, and immediately stopped himself, trying to create the illusion that he wasn't completely into his tutor. 

Sungho nearly imploded when he saw Leehans giant smile, but didn’t miss how quickly it disappeared. He wondered if there could be something upsetting him, was he dealing well enough with starting uni, was anything wrong? Regardless, it wasn’t Sunghos' place to question, the best he could do would be to make Leehan smile at every given opportunity. 

The study room was plain, an awful blue carpet tile floor and white walls scattered with leaflets, flyers and posters. There were a couple of individual desks dotted in the corners, a green couch with a few pretty cushions on it along the far wall and a bigger group of tables pushed together in the middle of the room. It had one window and despite it being very boring Leehan was actually surprised to see that there were even a few indoor plants in the room. 

Both of the boys took a seat beside each other at the big table and Sungho set his bag on the floor next to him, rifling through it to grab his notebook containing his half completed “plan”, he looked at it and stifled a smile, rolling his eyes quietly to himself. 

“Is everything okay?” Leehan looked worried at him.

He chuckled a little “Oh! Yeah don’t worry, I just haven't tutored before so I wanted to be prepared but I got kinda distracted when I was trying to plan.” He held up the book with a list that couldn’t really be described as a list, it had ‘plan’ underlined at the top and underneath was a bullet point written talk and another bullet point under it without anything following it. He smiled a little defeatedly at Leehans sweet face.

“I mean, it’s not empty, so that's a start?” He joked.

“Well yes! We have a plan then, right?” Talking was the first step either way because Sungho had no idea what Leehan would be needing help with already so early in the year. “Why did you ask for a tutor so early, anyway?”

“I didn’t.” Leehans lips pressed into a straight line.

Confusion brushed over Sunghos face, “but, Zico said you'd asked, didn’t he?”

“It’s a long story, but my parents asked the school to give me extra tutoring.” he said defeatedly, turning away slightly. 

“Ah, okay” Sungho knew not to press further when it came to other people's families, it's the last thing he’d want too, but it didn’t stop his heart aching a little as the thought of Leehan having troubles crossed his mind quickly.

He turned back towards the strong boy “Do you have any advice for a first year?” Leehans soft voice broke Sungho out of his thoughts. 

“Maybe, but I know what works for some doesn’t work for others. I made sure to stay focused, but I've also had next to no social life for a whole year so I wouldn't recommend it.” He laughed. 

“Well, I don’t actually need tutoring so we could use this time to hang out,” he paused for a second in disbelief that he even managed to suggest this, Sungho wouldn’t be bothered with him, why should he even still agree to tutoring if Leehan didn’t need it, “I-if you want to that is” he added quickly, “I know you probably have better ways to spend your time, but i promise I’m good company.” He smiled shyly. Sungho raised his eyebrows as he spoke. Leehan wanted to spend this time together with him regardless? After he’d finished talking Sungho chimed in “Well, if it turns out you aren’t good company, at the very least you're nice to look at.” He winked, with a small smirk on his mouth, not entirely sure where his confidence had come from. 

Leehans jaw dropped open and he froze for half a second in thought, if Sungho was joking it wasn’t a good one, “what did you say?” 

Sungho’s heart jumped a little at the question, he had a choice now, he could either play it off as a joke or he could double down on his comment. His mouth started moving before he’d even thought, “I’m sorry, did you mishear me, I mean you're incredibly pretty, I don’t think I would've been able to focus much on tutoring anyway so it’s really a good job-” He stopped when he noticed Leehans expression had turned into a somewhat uncomfortable look. “Oh my god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you un-” 

This time he was cut off by Leehan, “No,” he shook his head, “I’m not uncomfortable by what you said,” he looked down a little, “It’s just, I wouldn’t have been able to focus either if i had to look at you.”

“Oh?” Sungho’s eyes widened and he brought his hand up, tucked his finger under leehans chin and tilted his head up, “look at me” he said quietly.

Leehans heart started thumping in his chest, he lifted his gaze up led by Sunghos touch until their eyes met. 

Sungho explored his face, it was rushed, he would’ve loved to take in every square centimetre of it, count his freckles but he’d look a bit weird if he didn’t do something right now. He leaned in slightly, eyes on his lips, but looked back at Leehans eyes for consent.

Leehan wanted this, this could be a horrible idea but he gave a small and quick nod in return and the finger held under his chin brought him closer as Sungho leaned in further and closed the gap. 

The kiss was soft at first, Sunghos palm on the side of Leehans face was so gentle, Sungho didn’t kiss how Leehan expected him to, he was softer, calmer, but it still drove him crazy. Their lips continued to slide together deliberately. 

Sungho stopped and pulled back a couple of inches, “Hm, you do taste sweet,” Leehan caught his breath for a second and unintentionally whined to the tiniest amount at the loss of Sunghos lips. At this Sungho immediately drove back in with more passion this time, Leehan moaned against his mouth and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in, Leehan letting him in deeper and using his own tongue to tell the broad man he wanted to take anything he would give him.

“please..” Leehan murmured and Sungho moved off Leehan’s plump lips and started using his mouth to plant wet, hot kisses down Leehans jawline and neck, leaving a bite and as Leehan squirmed a bit from this he threaded his long fingers through Sungho’s hair.

Sungho pulled back and made towards the door, he locked it and returned to Leehan immediately, Leehan was standing now, waiting. Sungho pulled him in by his small waist and took his soft mouth with much more fervour this time. He walked back still holding Leehan in any way he could while they stumbled clumsily to the couch, mouths still attached, tongues sliding so filthily together, saliva spilling from their fierce connection. Leehan tugged at Sungho’s jacket in a wordless plea.

“Patience prince, you’ll get what you want.” Sungho breathed down the pretty boy's neck and lowered him onto the couch. Hovering over him he leaned down close to Leehan’s face, “if you behave yourself.” and took him once again into a searing kiss, the other boy lapping at his mouth moaning. 

Leehan had had enough, he shifted enough to sit Sungho up and straddle him, clothed cocks both trapped in their jeans, the friction almost unbearable, Leehan let Sunghos tongue in again and keen forwards, rutting his hips down they groaned in unison, kissing wet and heavy. Sungho reached around Leehan, wrapped his hair around his fist and pulled down. Leehan pressed harder against his stiff cock and whined. This perfect prince-like boy was becoming a mess right before him. His neck so open with his head pulled back, Sungho took the opportunity to lick a dripping stripe up past the boy's adams apple, all the way past his chin and straight into his mouth, letting the prince's head go he made to undo his jeans, Leehan stood and removed them, Sungho stepped towards him, closing him into a wall behind him, he turned him around and pressed against him into the wall. With his face in his brown hair and lips brushing the shell of his ear he reached his hand up around to Leehans mouth. 

The younger man immediately took two of Sungho’s thick fingers into his swollen mouth, swirling his tongue around and coating them in his saliva, Sungho groaned, his cock was throbbing and leaking into his boxers, he needed to fuck this boy into next week but he wasn’t about to injure him because he couldnt be patient himself. 

He removed his fingers from Leehan’s warm mouth and toyed around his hole, giving Leehan a chance to deny him if he’d changed his mind, which of course he hadn’t. He inserted one finger, pumping slowly. Leehan swore in bliss, his voice raising the slightest bit more than was safe, at that Sungho reached his other hand up and clasped it over Leehans mouth and he continued the slow fucking actions with his finger, eventually adding another and scissoring them in his tight hole, occasionally brushing over his prostate, Leehan let out a muffled moan and huffed deeply through his nose, his hard cock leaking against the cold wall. Sungho moved his fingers in and out a few more times before he decided to add a third for good measure.

“Ah-ah, breathe pretty boy” Sungho rasped out as Leehan’s hole tightened around his fingers, he removed his hand from his mouth and Leehan took a deep breath, his hole relaxed and Sungho clapped his hand back over his face and started fucking harder and more persistently into Leehan, pressing into his soft spot over and over again. 

Leehan whined against his lover's hand, knees growing weak with pleasure, he was being thrown towards the edge and in seconds he might just blow, his hole was throbbing around Sunghos fingers until suddenly it was throbbing around nothing. 

Sungho ripped his hand from Leehans insides and fumbled with his pants button quickly, he pulled his jeans down just enough for his girthy cock to spring free, slit leaking with precum, he rubbed his hand over it with a couple of pumps, spreading the wetness over the head and lined himself up against the flushed boy’s entrance, he slowly pushed in but before he could even get past the rim Leehan had shoved himself down onto his cock bottoming out immediately, Sungho groaned and hissed through his teeth along with Leehans moaning and whimpering. 

He held Leehan by his hips, digging his fingers in and keeping him still. If he moved now he’d fill this beautiful guy up before he had the chance to watch him fall apart for him.

They both stood still for a few seconds, heavy breaths the only sound in the room, Sungho felt so good inside Leehan, he looked back at Sungho to see him studying how deep he was in side, Leehan ass cheeks flush against his abdomen, Sunghos his dick twitched and sent a pulse through Leehan causing him to whimper quietly. 

Sungho chuckled dangerously and raised his eyebrows, smirking “You ready, pretty?” 

He didn’t give Leehan a chance to answer properly. Sungho had drawn his thick cock out almost all the way and pulled him back onto it hard and fast, pinpointing his spot right away, he did it again and again. The lack of proper lubrication was apparent as he’d begun feeling sore already but not important in comparison to the sheer pleasure he was feeling as his ass was being smacked hard against the stocky man’s V-line. 

Sungho continued his assault, not caring about the volume of the noises leaving Leehans mouth, he could tell how fucked out he was already by the way he noticed his legs were already weak. He wasn’t done with him yet, Sungho reached his hands under Leehans knees and lifted him in the air, the backs of Leehans legs draped over Sungho’s strong forearms, still buried deep in his stretched hole.

He couldn’t have imagined in all of eternity that this was how good being inside Leehan felt, hot and wet, still tight but pliable enough for him to slide his long, thick cock into his abdomen, causing many curses and moans to fall from both of them. 

Leehan was taken by surprise, he knew Sungho would be strong but, god, he didn’t expect him to suspend him and fuck him like this, but then again, he wasn’t expecting him to even be fucking him full stop. He moaned and writhed against Sunghos wide chest, his head dropping back to rest on his big shoulder.

Sungho caught Leehans lips in a biting kiss, mouths clashing rapidly and repeatedly, he dragged his teeth against him plump, already raw bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as he continued to fuck the tall boys limp body down onto his length. “Fuck youre so much prettier like this” he groaned into the crook of Leehans neck.

Leehan’s cock was swollen, so hard, aching for release or touch, dripping with precum, he was right on the edge “Please, ah- Sungho I’m gonna- '' He felt how Sungho’s thrusts got more erratic and out of time. 

Sungho bit into Leehans shoulder and hit into his prostate with so much purpose he could swear he’d never wanted to make someone cum this desperately in his life.

Leehan was reduced to gasps and whimpers as his vision whited out, his orgasm his him like a truck, cock bouncing from being ragged around on Sungho’s weapon, cumming hard, ropes of cum spurting everywhere, he peaked so high that he thought he might never come back to normality.

As he heard Leehans fucked out mewls he also felt his hot wet ring constrict around his dick, squeezing rythmically and deliciously around him, milking him of his own cum, the pretty boys hole was begging to be filled up with his sticky load and who was he to deny him. With a few more ambitious thrusts he was sprinting towards his own release.

The feeling of bliss became paired with overstimulation, causing Leehan to become insanely wobbly and dazed. Sunho continued his battery on his core and soon enough Leehan felt the firm cock painting his inside white with every long pulse.

Sungho growled heavily as he came, entirely sure that someone had to have heard, but this was the most intense feeling he’d felt in a long time, if ever. His body shook on his release, he couldn’t hold Leehan anymore. He wrapped one arm around Leehans waist, holding him close and supported himself against the wall with his other over his head. 

The panting that escaped both males as they adjusted to coming down, still connected, was incredibly erotic even more so considering what had just gone down between them. 

Both still one and sheened with sweat they stayed in a comfortable silence, the electricity in the room around them doing enough in the way of communication. Sungho kissed the soft skin at the back of his neck and across his shoulders, he was a little worried he’d gone too hard.

When Leehan had regained strength in his legs enough to stand without support Sungho removed the arm from his waist and stroked up and down his arms a small smile creeping onto his mouth “Are you okay for me to move?” Sungho asked gently.

“Mhm, I’m okay.” Leehans voice was soft, he was still floating a little in bliss, completely conscious, just relaxed.

Sungho slowly eased out of Leehans soaking hole “ah shit, I think we made a mess” He chuckled lightly and stepped away to his backpack quickly, bringing back a pack of wet wipes. He cleaned himself and zipped his jeans back up. He took another couple out and warmed them between his palms before he started cleaning Leehan up. He may have just fucked this boy into oblivion but it didn’t change the fact that he was enamoured by him, he didn’t want to fuck this up. He grabbed his underwear for him and handed it to Leehan and sat on the couch. 

A small smile swept over Leehans face, did Sungho actually like him like this? “Thanks..” He put them on and went to join Sungho on the couch.

Sungho held his arm out over the couch for Leehan to sit with him, he sat closely, half snuggled almost into Sunghos side. 

“That was much more intense than I intended, are you okay?” Sungho worried his bottom lip. 

Two big eyes looked up at him and creased into half moon eye smiles as Leehans face lifted, “I’m great!” He chirped beautifully.

Sungho let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding onto in relief. “Oh great, so you dont hate me for fucking you too hard!” He laughed.

Leehan chuckled “If anything I like you more for it.” he poked Sungho in the side playfully. 

“Ah! Watch it,” he jerked “Start acting up now and I might have to teach you a lesson” He looked at Leehan jokingly.

“You were supposed to be teaching me anyway, weren’t you?” Leehan looked smugly at Sungho. 

“Did you not learn anything at all during your time in this room?” he commented sarcastically laughing. “We should actually get going. I only booked the room for an hour because someone had already booked the room for the next slot.” 

Leehan looked like he saw a ghost when he realised how long they’d been in there, Jaehyun had said he’d check if he was ready to go an hour after school finished. He stood quickly and put his pants back on, trying to make himself look decent, in his panic he turned to Sungho and asked how he looked.

Sungho stood face to face with him and brushed some of Leehans now mussed up hair out of his handsome face, “you look like you just got fucked, I mean, you look adorable, but also like you just got fucked.” and pressed a kiss into his still puffy lips. 

Just then the door knocked and Leehan froze, he held a finger up to his lips, he didn’t want to hide this from Jaehyun, he just didn’t feel comfortable having to explain himself right away. The mystery person tried the door handle to find it was locked and rattled it for a second.

Sungho nodded and stayed quiet until they heard the footsteps retreat, Sungho spoke up, “I know I'm kind of going about this the wrong way round but do you wanna go and get a bite to eat?” 

Leehans heart skipped in his chest, “I’d like that, Hyung.” He smiled.

Being called Hyung by this charming boy mixed with the fact Leehan did that cute eye smile again and said yes made Sungho’s breath hitch for a second. He wasn’t gonna be able to focus this year at all was he?

[minniemariex]

i’m sorry

WHAT

okay so i googled how old are 9th graders in thailand (as eiw asked cake if he’s leaving after they finish 9th grade) and apparently they are

13/14

i was convinced that they were like 16/17 or maybe not 13/14?!?!?!?!?

can someone like confirm that for me ??

[allwaswell16]

{Recently Read 1D Fics}

August 2021

These are all the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in August. There are 16 recs here in all and are in order by word count and organized by pairing. You can also listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 in August including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #28 | ko-fi | fic recs

-Larry-

Memory of a Dream by tomlinvelvet / @afterglowslouis

[E, 64k, Sleeping Beauty au, a/b/o, alpha Harry, omega Louis, royal, fantasy, fairy tale, dark magic, angst with a happy ending, witches, violence, arranged marriage, hurt/comfort, no smut, wow this was such a cool take on this fairy tale, really enjoyed how the story was adapted and changed]

a Sleeping Beauty AU.

Caught In Your Gravity by @lululawrence

[NR, 62k, footie au, coach Harry, football player Louis, Ted Lasso au kind of, friends to lovers, misunderstandings, secrets, secret relationship, pining, coming out, homophobia, humor, no smut, the footie fic of my dreams]

an AU inspired by a 30 second trailer of Ted Lasso that doesn't actually have much in common with the show at all.

Home Again...Winter Harlow by dandelionfairies

[T, 27k, small town au, chef Harry, holidays, winter, Christmas, injured minor character, strangers to lovers, light angst, a lovely Hallmark-esque movie fic]

While Louis is basking in the glory of the holidays and everything new to him, Harry is walking into everything he once loved but now hates.

I'm Hot for Teacher (series) by phdmama / @phd-mama

[E, 14k, doctor Louis, med student Harry, semi public sex, hand jobs, masturbation, flirting, professional ethics, library sex, office sex, smut, holy shit this was so hot whew]

You cannot fall in love with your professor, Harry admonishes himself sternly as he exits the building and heads home. You just can’t.

Moments by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

[E, 10k, fake exes to lovers au, strangers to lovers, particle physicist Louis, event manager Harry, banter, smut, hand jobs, anal sex, bl, so funny and cute!]

Looking back, Louis should’ve known that the universe likes to fuck with idiots like him who think they’ve got it all sorted.

i know i've grown (but i can't wait to go home) by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

[T, 7k, royal au, time travel, historical, Prince Harry, time traveler Louis, fantasy, violence, assassination attempt, humor, this plot was so cool]

When Louis falls down a hill behind an old castle, he wakes up and finds the castle new and full of life.

Climbing The Swells by @cyantific

[E, 5k, surfing au, surfer Louis, surfer Harry, California, strangers to enemies to lovers, minor injury, hurt/comfort, smut, so hot and so much fun especially if you love surfer fics like I do!]

The one where a clumsy Harry and a stubborn Louis reconcile their grievances on the beach with a heartfelt apology from Louis on his knees without saying a word.

We Go Together (series) by cherrylarry / @beelou

[G, 3k, Grease au, Harry as Sandy, Louis as Danny, summer romance, high school, such a cute adaptation!]

the movie Grease as a larry au. Louis is still the one that he wants.

As Good As Scone by SunTomato / @sun-tomato

[NR, 3k, meet cute au, baker Harry, Louis can't cook, humor, flirting, first meeting, minor injuries, this was so much fun and I loved the snappy writing and dialogue]

The one where Louis tries and fails to impress a first date. Luckily, there is the 'Sweet Creature' bakery, and they deliver.

Eco-Friendly by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

[T, 3k, uni au, roommates, pining, green living, humor, this was so cute and funny and relatable lol)

the one where Harry just wants to get through one college year with a good roommate

Thesis Management by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

[T, 2k, werewolf au, wolf Louis, human Harry, grad student Harry, uni, established relationship, crack, humor, full moon, fluff, where does she come up with this stuff? lol]

Harry's got an assignment due and it's the full moon.

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle by skipper / @skipperxao3

[T, 2k, break up au, angst, drama, saving the world, ouch, this hurt so if you're in the mood for heartbreak this one is it]

the one where Harry wants to save the world but loses sight of who’s been right in front of him all along

Wordplay Poems 2021 by @kingsofeverything

[NR, 381 words, poetry, clumsy Harry, clumsy Louis, this was such a cool idea!)

Week 1: Diamanté Week 2: Couplet Week 3: Idiom Doggerel Week 4: 2 or 3 stanza poem Week 5: Free verse poem

-Grouis-

Getting a Head for Heights by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

[T, 3k, Louis/Greg James, uni au, size difference, pining, flirting, sharing clothes, kissing, I could scream I loved this so much! so so cute!]

The problem is, Louis thinks Greg would be quite good to date, so it would really help if everyone would stop reminding him of that fact so he could unthink it.

-Zaynshaw-

Long Shot by @fallinglikethis

[G, 816 words, Zayn/Nick Grimshaw, strangers to lovers, pub, Nick's birthday, drinking, well Nick's friends are crap but love how Zayn pulls him heh]

When Nick's friends throw him a birthday party in a pub and invite his ex, Nick wants nothing to do with any of it.

-Zouis-

Reduce, Recycle, … remove? by @reminiscingintherain

[G, 611 words, Zayn/Louis, neighbors, teacher Louis, artist Zayn implied, open ending, this is the rare pair jackpot tbh]

When someone’s nicking recycling out of the rubbish bins, who’s going to take them to task?

[oneoftheprettynerds]

Devout Worshipper: Dark! Peter Parker x Professor!Reader

A/N: So this girl here tried something else. I’ve been wanting to upload since long but this got delayed a lot and now I have several WIPs but finished this first. Sorry not proofread. I’m still discovering my writing style and my forte and thank you for staying and witnessing my experiments! Wear safety goggles please.

Summary: The best of all the educators yet, both smart and stunning, became Peter’s mentor in university. Peter grew too much of a liking for her, from a clingy scholar to her devout worshipper.

WARNING: STORY AHEAD HAS NON-CON, KIDNAPPING, POSSIBLE DRUGGING, UNHEALTHY BEHAVIOUR, OBSESSION. DNI IF TRIGGERED.

You sat on the teacher’s desk, going through the latest thesis published by Dr. Banner last week. He had given you one of the several copies and asked you to go through it and your judgement on it. The classroom was slowly filling in as the scholars stacked in, their buzzes growing loud with each passing trice.

You were on the last paragraph of your current page when a slight thump made you break out of your stupor, you tilted your head up to find a brawny youngster leaning in front of you, with his hand planted beside your ass on the ebony desk. He had blonde locks with grey eyes and was definitely a sports’ team captain, basketball you believed, who had his own posse of wannabes behind him.

You kept the paper down in your lap and met his eyes again with an inquiring look. “Yes?”

“You seem new. Me and my guys will save you a seat at the back, so come there when your little reading session is over, babe.” He said smugly, his eyes brimming with mischievousness as they dipped to your cleavage not-so-subtly and stood there gawking while he awaited your response.

You paused to see the whole class had gone quiet watching your encounter with the jock. You gave him a sickly-sweet smile as you nodded shyly for show and he tapped your knee with his other hand before leaving. As soon as his back faced you, you rolled your eyes so hard at his antics you heard the first-benchers gasp. You could still hear him talking to his ‘friends’, “I love myself a badass girl like her.”

You returned to your thesis but before you could finish the last few sentences, the bell rung and you had to stop. Thanks blondie.

You got down from the desk, jumping on your black heels as you made your way over to the door, closing it as lock clicked into place.

The entire class was watching you with quizzical glances as you stood in front of your desk this time and wrung your hands together, “Good morning class and congratulation on making it to your second year in college, I will be your mentor and also your lecturer for biology for this semester and for those who pass, also their next one.” The entire class’ jaw slackened and you giggled lightly as waited for them to digest the news, and then told them your name.

“I know a lot of you see science itself as a chore but since you’ve already taken it, I suggest you try to pay attention as you will have to study it anyways. However, because I can relate to your struggles, I will try my best to be a companion or advisor, whichever way you prefer it, and help you get through the class with flying colours hopefully. So, ask me anything, no matter how stupid or absurd you believe your doubt or query is. I’ll answer as many times as you ask and trust me when I say that I am a woman of my word. You have any questions for the semester?” You finished with a bright smile on your face as you saw the students in the front relax slightly. At least you had their approval.

“Ma’am” The blonde kid started without raising his hand, stressing the word unnecessarily as he and his horde sniggered at some stupid inside joke, and continued, “Can I have your number?”

Some of the students gulped while the others leaned forward interested in your response. That kid thought he could fluster you by putting you in a weird spot. He smirked arrogantly, leaning back in his chair as you raised your eyebrows.

“That, Mr.?” You paused as you lingered for his answer, which came almost immediately.

“Flash Thompson, but you can call me whatever you want baby.”

His friends hooted at his pickup line, some praising his smoothness while some high-fived him.

“That, Mr. Thompson, is an excellent example of the stupid questions I mentioned formerly. Thank you for helping me make it clearer to the rest of the class, an extra point for you in the first grading assignment.”

His face fell as his jaw ticked and you turned to face the rest of the class again, “Though I suppose I will give you my number but for emergency purposes only, you can contact me on my e-mail though which I will be using most frequently. You are supposed to mail me majority of your papers this semester and the grading pattern is expected to change this time around but I will inform you of that when the time for the first assignment comes around. Any other questions, and if possible, a bit wiser ones?”

Peter knew he liked you that day. You were attractive and stunning, yes, that too in the natural way, without make-up and tight clothes. But of course, there was more to you than that, you were smart and witty, hence a young lecturer in this esteemed college and you being a science enthusiast as well was like chocolate chips on top of a well baked dessert. You were spirited and jaunty and your sardonic and sassy replies were never degrading or humiliating. The five-year difference between you and the class made you their elder sibling rather than professor.

The first benchers worshipped your intellect while the last benchers adored your sarcasm. Everyone could see how you gave your all to teach, every trick for learning, showing real skeletons and organs in formalin, easily becoming the favourite mentor ever. You could easily be labelled as the university’s crush of the year.

But Peter soon began to despise that. The perverted comments by the students and jealous, snarky remarks by the plastics irked him. He was enraged by the geeks admiring you but baffled all the more by the strange palette of emotions he had never suffered before.

The sheer envy he was sinking in had never even surfaced while he dated Liz or MJ. For him you were a Goddess, tons divine than his exes or any other female for that matter, who should be properly worshipped and treasured.

He knew these sentiments weren’t right, but in this twisted world where he had combatted with unnatural beings and seen unimaginable horrors, he began to believe morality is just fiction used by the herd of inferior men to hold back the few superior men.

It was the last day before spring break and no matter how much your pupils loved you, it wasn’t enough for them to not get distracted and murmur around. Only half of your entire class’s strength came and that half somehow managed to create more ruckus than usual. Even you were minutes late, not in the mood to teach this aloof and uninterested batch of youngsters.

You sat on the table and crossed your legs, which was somewhat your habit that you weren’t really proud of but continued to indulge in nonetheless, and cleared your throat times to catch the attention of the unmindfully fantasizing students.

The baritone of the males and shrieky pitches of the females made you clutch your head. You were sure going to end with disprin at the end of day. You clapped loudly and effectively so, gathered the class’s attention, but by the roll of their eyes and glares on their faces, you deduced they weren’t happy. Who would have thought?

“Okay, before you all slaughter me to the netherworld with your lethal gazes, let me make it clear that no teaching will commence today.” The class hollered appreciatively and whistled, while you paused to let them do so. Teaching on the last day before a vacation was like speaking to yourself only but with the consequence of your name being added to several hitlists.

“I’ll distribute the graded assignments submitted last Thursday and then, since I’m required to clock thirty minutes of educating at the bare minimum, we can play something, maybe you have some talents to show, principles to mock or some gossip to attend to.” The college kids laughed at your poor joke, perhaps too thrilled for their break that nothing could make their mood sour. “We’ll see accordingly, but first, raise your hand when I say your name, I want to learn at least the names of the students who bothered to come to uni on the concluding day.”

You distributed the papers back, making sure to associate each name with a face and the students took them stuffing it straight inside, not bothering to check their scoring and possibly wreck their mood.

“Peter Parker?” A hand raised in the second last row shyly, a flustered boy with glasses on his nose and a hoodie covering his head. He barely made eye contact and you smiled at his nervy, edgy form hoping to ease him a bit. Your heels sounded heavy against the few stairs as you made your way to the back, the class buzzing with laughs as students barely paid you any heed.

The draught of epinephrine Peter felt was unlike anything he had ever felt before, nothing like the anxiety on the battlefield or the excessive sweating while impressing Mr. Stark. The apprehension he felt was decuple that.

It’s not like he had never talked to you afore, he constantly asked clever doubts, which he knew the answer to already, of course, to make an impression on you, but that was with a two feet and 7.5 inches of teacher’s desk in between. Yes, he measured. He had even made sure a couple times, let’s be honest, more than several times that his Goddess had arrived her fascinating abode safely.

But this time, they’d be hardly half a foot apart and the anticipation was tearing him apart. He did want her close, in all ways possible, but was he ready enough to not make a fool of himself? All his previous conversations were thought out meticulously and beforehand but was ready for a spontaneous interaction?

“Good job, Smart Cookie.” You mused at Peter with a wink and dropped the paper on his desk as he looked at you with those innocent, doe-eyes of his, his cheeks and nose a tad bit rouge.

Peter’s hearing ability got lost as the sound of his heart pumping blood filled his tympanum. He could only watch you retreat back to the front of the class, your hips swaying invitingly in that damned black pencil skirt as you called another person’s name.

Smart Cookie was his favourite nickname now.

It was pretty late when you left the university premises, finishing up all you had to and even preparing for your first week of teaching after vacation because you knew how procrastinating errands went.

You couldn’t almost believe how you were on the adult end of things, making sure and guiding other people. With the job, came a lot of obligations that you had to fulfil and being responsible was hard, really demanding. You suddenly had a lot of reverence for all the teachers in your life, from kindergarten to your degrees.

You were on a sabbatical from research temporarily, signing a teaching contract for three years minimum and you were satisfies with the refreshment. Interacting young, curious minds was almost like a recreational activity you indulged in free time and the various angles they approached science at even taught you something. The scholars found it in themselves to even question well-established biology.

Slightly humming, you made a mental checklist of what all was left to do for your solo, self-discovering trip the next week. All that you should pack, clothes according to the weather in the hills and enough emergency eatables. Maybe you could revisit the work-in-progress papers of yours or maybe it would be a leisure excursion only.

Only you never made it to your flight.

 The pounding of your head made a thrumming noise in your head, increasing its tempo and volume with each passing instant. Your eyelids felt heavy and opening them felt like a chore, which even more difficult considering the light that flooded your vision with every bit they opened. Your senses felt overwhelmed being burdened and strained with their everyday tasks after what you assumed to be at least hours of inactivity.

The sudden spike of pain shooting in your head made you jerk your hand to clutch your throbbing forehead, only to fail and find your hands bounded to something. They weren’t cuffed or shackled, nothing dug in your wrist either. Maybe a rope but the texture wasn’t rough enough. After what felt like minutes, you opened your eyes and sat up, as straight as your confined self could, and looked around.

The room was shades of grey and blue, a giant bed was where you were sitting. The giant ceiling to floor windows beside you, cast enough moonlight in the bedroom for you to see the entire bedroom. The view outside was so picturesque, that you had been gawking were you not afraid of your surroundings. You could discern you were high up, with how small the vehicles looked and another wave terror ran through you.

A white desk with a blue chair had a laptop atop it, also sitting beside several books. You would have noticed them being your subject and recommendation but you were scanning your brain as to how you landed here. With your vision now clearer, you saw your restraints to be like silk but no matter how hard you pulled, they didn’t snap.

You were full on panicking and staring wide eyed when the laptop entered your vision again. There was no other electronic except it and you calmed yourself to think rationally. Deep breaths, in and out. Your best bet right now was to hope that the laptop was connected to someone’s wifi.

You slid off the edge of the bed and tried to cut the weird silk ropes with bedside table’s corner. It took some time but you succeeded, your hands freed from the poster of the bed as you made your way towards the laptop, after checking the locked door of course.

Another wave of panic ran through you when the laptop wasn’t connected to anything and all available connections were password protected. You noticed the laptop to be brand new, and of a very expensive company that was out of your budget. You also noticed the OS was very different, not the usual Windows you ran. Your AI Cortana in this overpriced gadget, was named Karen.

You still refused to wait for your captor to show up and snooped to find something on the laptop, anything. There was no profile of the owner but you did manage to find at least three GB of videos and images.

Your hands froze and eyes widened when you saw the security footage of your building’s outside, the little bakery’s neon sign confirming the location. The videos were the same, of you entering and exiting every day, just the dates on the videos varied.

Another folder had clips with the same dates, but they were in the lobby of your apartment, your potted plants outside your door the affirmation again. It showed you getting milks and newspaper every morning, ordering take out several days and placing the garbage bags outside.

The earliest date in each folder was after your first month of moving here, second week of teaching probably.

When you opened the third folder, as the video started your hands covered your mouth as you tried your best to hold back the sob and making a noise. The screen showed two camera screens, both inside your apartment. The first showed the living room clearly and your kitchen and you concluded it to be behind some article on the bookshelf.

The other screen showed your bedroom.

You could still see the floral bedsheet with the white quilt atop it. Your red suitcase that you took out from the storage for your trip this morning, resting beside the wall. Your lamp switched on from when you mayhap left it on, already late for the last day of work. As the time hit 12 AM at the bottom of the screen, the video ended and played again. There were even more folders and you wondered how far would the surveillance go, till your bathroom?

Your abductor had live footage of your house being sent to his laptop and that scared you shitless. This was not a random crime, that ransom could end. You were here for something, some sick purpose you didn’t even know. Was this a hate crime? Would you even make it-

“I really wish you hadn’t looked there.”

The deep, familiar voice amplified your fear and you turned your head slowly, almost comically to look at him. Another gasp escaped your lips as you found warm eyes of your student and brows furrowed in confusion and fear when you saw the deranged lust in his eyes. Was this some sick prank?

“What am I doing here and what is this?” You gestured to the screen playing footages of the inside of your house. Seeing someone familiar and the probability of this being a prank should have calmed you somewhat but the revolting trick and the strange darkness in the boy’s eyes made you even more wary.

As he took a step closer, you hastily climbed out of the chair and backed away, nearing the bed again as he locked the door and closed in on you. He made a move to snatch you and you jumped to the other side of the bed barely missing him by an inch. You reached for the door hoping to find it unlocked but it didn’t even budge.

You pulled even harder while being painfully aware of how that kid from your class just sat on the bed and observed, having the utmost confidence in the door. Your frenzied state got a jump-scare when a female voice broke the silence, “Authorization to access locked doors is granted to Mr. Parker only, please refrain from damaging the property, Mam.”

So some tech-boy with a rich background is set on you?

“Please sit on the bed and I’ll explain, please.”

His doe eyes would have fooled you were you not extremely aware of your environment due to the adrenaline coursing through your arteries. He was an exceptionally good actor, you had to give him that. You prided yourself to be an excellent judge of character and here this guy had deceived you for three months.

The AI called him Parker, what was his name again?

Patrick? Peyton? Peter? Yes, Peter Parker.

“Peter?” You softly called out and his eyes widened as a blush crept up to his cheeks as he relished the fact that you remembered his name. You sighed internally, praying that this was a case of a harmless crush gone wrong and he was just innocently hopeful. The image of his dark, lust covered eyes crossed your mind to make an argument but you pushed it aside to calm your nerves and stay as relaxed as you possibly could with all that was happening.

“I know that this is all a big misunderstanding but you are really scaring me here. Can you please at least let me out of this room to somewhere open?” You looked at him, hoping to talk him down and get out. You didn’t think he would hurt you but you weren’t willing to take any chances with this maniacal youngster either.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do that, you’ll run.”

Of course, you’ll run, who wouldn’t?

“Peter, boy, listen to me-”

“No, you listen to me! I admit the situation isn’t ideal and you’re probably terrified because of your meddling but this is all for you! I’m here to protect you! The world out there isn’t safe and your heavenly self needs to be resuscitated.”

“Peter, you’re not making any sense. I’m an adult, older than you and you need to understand boundaries-”

“I’ve seen the way of the world, trust me, in fact, far more than you have! Did you know that raping and murdering women on Asgard is considered a common crime? How Hydra is kidnapping young, bright women to exploit them for breeding projects? How the Red Skull resurfaced and his ideals now include eradicating women from Earth as well?”

“Pete-”

“No, you don’t know! You are just blissfully unaware of this world, so oblivious you don’t even how know the perverted and debauched comments your own class makes?”

His outburst frightened you as you felt yourself losing control of the situation, maybe you never were in control. But now the unleashed fury on Peter’s face told you that had triggered an irrevocable topic.

“Calm down, it’s alright.” You said quietly, hoping to ease him again but his steps towards made you back up yourself to the other side of the bed.

“You, You are still scared of me, aren’t you? You still don’t understand, do you? I’ll show you, show you how much I worship you, the true extent of my devotion.” Every ludicrous declaration of his bit away your hope of getting out.

As he approached you again from the foot of the bed, you jumped across the bed again, hoping to reprise your stunt from before. However, your jumping halted midway as something glued your right wrist to the headboard and you jerked due to inertia of movement. As your eyes looked to your hand, the same silky rope met your vision.

You did not have the time or the wits to ponder over the fluid, about how your abductor shot it or how it wouldn’t budge no matter how hard you pulled. A hand on your ankle prompted you to try one last time as you screamed as loud as you could, for as long as your lungs allowed.

“It won’t work, Mr. Stark got me a soundproofed apartment. Pretty cool, right?”

A sob wracked through your entire frame as the tears descended, the frustration and hopelessness and dread, all attacking you at once. Your legs kicked and flexed and when your left fist swung, he restrained all your limbs after dodging, of course.

“I just want to love you, is it too much too ask?” He asked in a quiet whisper, his hands undressing you cloth by cloth; first unzipping the side of your pencil skirt and unwrapping it, then unbuttoning your blouse. When he brought out a pocket knife, your eyes instinctively closed, a “Please don’t hurt me” falling from your lips.

“Never.” He replied with absolute assurance.

The blade cut through your blouse first, leaving you in your garments while Peter sat back on his knees to admire you. You’ve been flattered with the adoration in his eyes had you not gone through the mayhem that you had.

His hand caressed your curves, feeling the soft skin underneath as he took his time admiring you, committing each feature to memory while your tears poured, your eyes never leaving the knife he held.

The blade invaded your privacy once again as it took away your last pieces of defense, leaving you utterly nude and your cries wreaked havoc in the otherwise quiet room. Your eyes found Peter face and you noticed his eyes twinkling in admiration trailing up and down your body several times. His disciple complex was scaring you, you almost bordered considering his Goddess belief.

“So stunning.” He whispered as he came down to kiss you, his lips meeting yours in this bruising embrace of both your mouths and as he began to undress himself simultaneously, his dramatics became the least of your concerns. The thought of the inevitable future made home in your mind and gave you one last bout of courage to try and fight.

The restraints on your limbs didn’t even budge and every fleck of hope deserted your body when you saw the chiseled abs on his scarred torso, his biceps bulging and silently warning you into staying put. He made quick work of his remaining outfit and his hard, angry member was bigger than you had anticipated.

You had not expected a stereotypical nerd to be packing, with muscles and brawns, hardly to even expect him to be the largest among the ones you had ever experienced.

“Please don’t.” You mumbled, defeated, knowing he would not listen. You closed your eyes expecting the intrusion to get it over with. You were caught off handed when you felt him shift and devour into your pussy. He feasted like a man famished, his tongue leaving no area unlapped. The sparks in your abdomen made you queasy and giddy at the same time, you could barely open your eyes due to the intensity of his actions and when he added two of his shockingly calloused fingers, you let go of the coil in mere seconds.

Your limbs sat limp while your vision whitened, your mind foggy and hazy, deprived of all sensibility. When his thick thighs rested on top of yours, your gaze ascended to meet his already staring pupils, the warm, honey brown orbs now a black abyss. You couldn’t even protest in your blissful state as lined himself and entered your cavern, which was lubricated enough courtesy of him.

The stretch burned but as he rocked himself and thrusted with a rhythm, the pleasure started building from scratch. Each push was sturdier than the last and every spot he hit managed to make your breath hitch. Your hands and legs freed as the fluid perhaps melted but the last of your energy was being used by you to stay conscious. When he descended to kiss you once again and trailed kisses to your collarbone, your hands held onto him for support, his biceps providing anchor to you, made of pure muscle.

His teeth bruised your skin as he lightly bit your neck, reaching his end and releasing his load. The warmth that filled you made you let go, his orgasm encouraging another one from you.

Your eyes drooped, your body filled with exhaustion due to all the struggling as you curled in to your side and wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to forget your abductor and the forceful, mind shattering ecstasy you felt. Your refused to think about the guilt and the uncertainty of your impending doom in the hands of this maniacal student of yours. You just wished for sleep, for some peace alone.

The wish of yours was not granted when you felt Peter slide behind you, his hand wrapping around your middle as if you were lover. You still gave into slumber, but not before feeling him peck your shoulder with a promise.

“This devotee of yours will worship you forever and always, Goddess.”

[exoxobsession]

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Genre: Friends with Benefits to Lovers!AU, Uni!AU

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Language

A/N: This is a fwb theme with no smut, cause i don’t write smut.

You didn’t know how you got here. No, you knew how you got here, but you didn’t know where it would end up. It was a drunk mistake, 10 months ago, a drunk mistake turning into a regular cycle. You tried your best to put a stop to it, but here you were, back pressed against the wall and Sehun nipping expertly at your neck as if he knew your sensitive spots as if he memorized them.

It was happening again; he was playing with you again. You both have been friends with benefits for about 10 months now. You would be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to him, but this isn’t what you wanted, you wanted an actual relationship.

Tired, you fell asleep in his arms once again. This wasn’t in your agreement, but you never questioned it because it made you feel loved by him, even if it was just for a few hours. But you started getting confused. It was the littlest thing that got you confused.

You woke up with his hands draped over your bare waist, gently taking his hands off you, you go searching for your clothes as you walked out. You always left, scared of what would happen if you stayed. That would be too awkward. You decided you would look for someone else. No, not for a casual fling, a proper relationship, where you would receive as much love as you would give.

After a few hours after just watching tv, your phone rang. Looking at the caller id, you took a deep breath.

“You left…” he said

“Yeah. I always do,” you said, trying to sound casual.

“Right, yeah, but I was just… no, I was wondering if you would okay with lunch?” he stumbled over his own words.

“Lunch sounds nice.” you nodded even though you knew he couldn’t see you.

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes,” he informed then hung up.

15 minutes for more than enough time for you. Taking the first thing you see in your closet, you put it on. Not caring one bit about how you look because it wouldn’t matter to Sehun either.

You heard a honk as you made your way out. You opened the door as you mumbled a hi and him returning it. The air was awkward, there was a lot of tension. Turning your head to him to his hands grip the steering wheel, all you wanted to do was take his free hand and hold it, but you didn’t, because friends don’t do that, but friends don’t fuck each other either.

You got off at the mall where your regular place was. He led you in and after you both ordered; you talked for a bit, just small talk. Then ate in complete silence.

You said that you had some shopping to do when he insisted he had spare time and he’s come with you. Smiling to yourself, you nodded. Going to the makeup section first, you looked around, trying to find a foundation as he just followed you around. Maybe you guys were fine, maybe it wasn’t awkward anymore.

After a good few minutes of applying it to your hand to see which fits, you saw a girl approaching you. You recognized as Sehun’s biggest headache as he says. “Hi Sehun!” she says in her high-pitched voice. You hated her, but you admired her in a way too. She was brave. She told Sehun about her feelings about him, though he didn’t outright reject her, he didn’t say no either.

“Hi, Kita,” he said without looking at her. Then she noticed you staring at her and asked, “Are you two dating?” which made you choke on air and Sehun rub your back, “No, weren’t no, we’re just friends.” he replied. Just friends. We’re just friends. “You guys can talk, I’ll just check around,” you said as you removed his hand from your shoulder and walked away.

“What were you even expecting, Y/N?” you said to yourself as you wrapped your hands around yourself. “Your just friends, you just an object that satisfies his needs,” you mumbled as you fought tears.

“Y/N!” you heard Sehun call out while you were checking out some summer dresses. “Finally! I found you. She was like a leech.” he said while grinning, which made it impossible for you to hold your own back.

“I’m done,” you started as you thought about what you were going to say next, but he cut you off. “Done with looking around?” he questioned. “Yeah.” you breathed.

On the way back he broke the silence, “Did you know we have a trip to the woods, tomorrow?”

“Huh?” you asked as you looked at his beautiful side profile. “The university is taking us to the woods for a campaign experience.” Oh.

“Who told you?” you knew the answer, but you acted like you didn’t. His jaw clenched, “Kita.” was all he said. “Can I ask you something?” he broke the tension again. “Sure.” now you looked away from his stare. “What’s your ideal type?” that caught you off guard. Taking a deep breath you answered, “Someone to make me feel loved, someone who’ll make me laugh, someone who’ll pick me on my bad days. That’s about it.” you unconsciously smiled.

Then you remembered what he said when this started.

“What if one of us falls in love?” you asked, testing the waters.

“Come on, you know I’d never date you. Plus, I just want to have someone with no strings attached.” Ouch. That hurt you more than you thought it would. “Let’s make some rules, so none of falls in love. Oh, and one more thing, let’s keep this only till we find a proper relationship”

He would never date someone like you. You better start looking for someone else. “What about you?” you asked, knowing that this would hurt you again. “Someone like-” your phone cut him off.

“Hey Jaeho!” you haven’t seen him in years.

“I miss you too,” you say.

“Let’s meet tomorrow, then?” you said.

“I’m just with my friend. Yeah, I’m heading back home. Bye!”

You soon arrived home, but Sehun got off too, probably just wanting to come with you. But as soon as you opened the door you were in a second and his lips attached to yours, and your back pressed against the door.

You don’t know how many rounds went on last night but you were sore; you turned around, but Sehun wasn’t there. He must’ve left. Disappointment filled through your chest. A sizzling sound made you look up, untangling the sheets and picking up the nearest shirt, and made your way out to the kitchen. There stood a beautiful shirtless Sehun. He turned around, sensing your presence.

“Sorry about last night. I made some breakfast, though.” he apologized as he held up the pan and put the bacon on two plates. “Thanks” you thanked him as you sat down to eat. You looked at him as he just smirked. Raising your brows as to ask him what he was smirking about. He just pointed with his fork at the shirt you're wearing.

That’s when you noticed it was his. You never wore his shirts, hoodies, yes, but any shirts. He got up and put his plate in the sink. He walked to you, leaned down, and whispered right in your ear, “Wear my shirts more often princess, you look cute.” Leaving you a blushing and embarrassing mess. Was it something more than just sex?

You went to the camping site by yourself, and all the fourth years were already gathered. You could see Sehun from the corner of your eye, but you looked away before he could notice you staring. Someone said ‘Boo’ in your ear, making you jump. “Jaeho,” you said as you wrapped your arms around him. All the students dispersed, and it only left you and Jaeho. “I missed you so much,” he said. “Where have you been?” you asked. “Just out and about.”

You spent the rest of the day with him, not brave enough to face Sehun. Then night came. Everyone sat around the campfire and played random games. The next game was truth or dare. You hated this game; you didn’t wanna do dares or reveal any truths. So you slowly slipped away. You went into the woods admiring the shining moon.

“You looked pretty cozy with that guy today,” Sehun spoke from behind you, which made you jump. “Are you jealous?” you asked looking at his face

“Of course not.” the response came in an instant.

“Then why do you ask? We’re nothing but just friends who fuck, no strings attached, right?” you burst within a second as he stood still, not answering or moving, just staring at you. “I want to end this Sehun. I can’t do this anymore. You would not stop, you needed to tell him. “Every time we do this, I fall more in love with you. We need to stop.”

“I know you said not to get attached… but I was already attached before we started this. And it’s confusing me, you keep doing sweet things and then say we’re just friends, like this morning, you made breakfast, though that wasn’t even a part of the agreement.” Tears escaped you.

“Fuck the agreement then.” he cursed. “What?” your voice cracked. “I can’t do this either. Do you know the reason I asked for this? It wasn’t a drunk mistake, it was what I wanted to for a long time.” he said, leaving you speechless.

“I’ve liked you for so long that I don’t even remember what it’s like not liking you. When we agreed not to cuddle after it made me go crazy having you close and not able to hold you.” More tears left from your eyes. You walked over to him and kissed him as your life depended on it. This time the kiss wasn’t needy or hungry, it was just loving. He kissed you passionately.

Soon you pulled away, his forehead resting on yours. “I love you.” he breathed. “I love you too.” you smiled as you pulled him back.

[explosiveholland]

Again // J. Bassett

Inspo: “I really want to kiss you right now.” “Do it then.” Listen to: Wildflower // 5SOS Warning: fluff, kissing  Word Count: 1.6k

Hey, thats NOT my gif, but it IS my writing! If you enjoy it, please reblog/like, don’t steal!

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I peeked down at my lap to glance at my phone, pressing my tongue to the roof of my mouth as the black screen stared back at me. Josh still hadn’t texted, and he normally would have sent at least an emoji by now.

Shifting my gaze back up to the front of the room, my eyes struggled to stay on the professor and not the clock. Being a freshman at Uni has been a slap of reality, the only thing making it easier was Josh.

We had become friends our senior year of high school, after knowing of each other but never really crossing paths. He ended up becoming one of the best friends I could ever hope to have, and I liked to remind him of it regularly to show how much he means to me. I could feel my legs start to shake under the table, a nervous habit as I thought about last night. Josh and I were hanging out in my dorm, my roommate was out at dinner, and Josh left in a hurry. I had gotten a text from a guy in my sociology class, asking if I wanted to grab food with him sometime, just the two of us. As soon as Josh saw the message his whole mood shifted. And when I texted back a quick ‘sure!’, he decided that he had had enough interaction that day and he was going back to his dorm across campus. Now, I’m not an idiot. Obviously, the fact that I agreed to go out with this guy set him off, and I’ve spent the entire first half of today trying to figure out if it was because he likes me, or if he just doesn’t like the guy who hit me up. I’m a little freaked to admit that the idea of Josh wanting me as more than a friend sends a rush of butterflies right to my stomach. I smiled at the thought, wondering if I should casually hint at the idea to him. As soon as he left my room, I texted the guy back and said I would have to take a rain check, seeing how bothered J had reacted not sitting well with me. I jolted out of my daze as other students around me started packing up their things and heading towards the door, class seeming to be over. I could hear the professor reminding us of an assignment that was coming up, but I couldn’t be bothered to listen. I made my way out of the building and started walking towards Josh’s dorm, knowing he had no afternoon classes on Fridays. I could feel my hands start to sweat as I entered his building, still not exactly sure how to approach the situation. ‘Hey Josh! I know you freaked out when I agreed to go on a date with someone else, is that because you have a thing for me?’ No, too forward. ‘Hey, what happened last night when you left? Are you mad at me or something? You haven’t texted me all day.’ A little to clingy... Before I could think of another starter, I found myself at his door. I could hear him on the other side of it, his guitar strumming sounding muffled through the wall. I smiled before lightly knocking, the sound of the music almost instantly cutting off. A moment passed before he opened the door, an unreadable expression on his face. “Hey, (Y/N),” he spoke after a moment, stepping back to let me walk into the room. “Hi,” I responded shyly, closing the door behind me. “Can we talk?” His back was turned to me as he placed his guitar back on his stand before making his way over to his bed. “What about?” I eyed him cautiously as he seated himself and pulled out his phone, his eyes glazing over his notifications. I swallowed, tilting my head in confusion. “I’m not sure why, but I’m getting an angry vibe from you today.” His eyebrows twitched at my words, but he kept his gaze on his phone, still not looking at me. “Why would you think that?” “Because you won’t even look at me right now, and you haven’t responded to any of the messages I’ve sent you today,” I answered back, crossing my arms over my chest. “I don’t need to contact you every second of every day, (Y/N). Besides, I just haven’t been on my phone today, I’m just looking through everything now.” “How convenient, the moment I show up?” I huffed, sitting on his roommates’ bed across the room. Josh briefly looked over to me before returning his attention to the device. It didn’t even look like it was on, there was no reflection of light in his eyes. “Don’t you have a date to be getting ready for or something?” His voice was quiet, but I could sense the hostility in the tone. I threw my head back to look at the ceiling, a tight smile escaping. He was jealous. I shook my head, continuing to stare up as I spoke, “I thought about it, but I changed my mind once I realized I kind of had a thing for someone else.” It took everything in me to keep my eyes up instead of look at him for his reaction, the silence taking over the room as he mulled over my response. I listened as he moved around on his bed, the curiosity took over as I chanced a peek at him. He was staring me down, his phone now on the other end of the bed, his eyes narrowed. “What?” I asked as I pushed myself back into a regular sitting position. “Well, thats very nice for you,” he replied angrily, running his hands over his face and shaking his head. I couldn’t help but laugh at his response, smiling back at him. I stood up and walked over to his bed and sat next to him before taking his hand. “You know you’re my best friend, right?” Josh scoffed before rolling his eyes, still choosing to let me hold his hand. “Listen (Y/N), if you want me to be happy for you you’re gonna need to leave me alone for a few days okay? I can’t explain it, but I just need some space from you.” My eyebrows rose, the smile I wore turning into a subtle smirk. “Hmm, space, huh?” “Yes, space,” he responded robotically, running his free hand through his brown curls. “If you really felt that way, why would you let me hold your hand this long?” I asked quietly, leaning slightly closer to him. He froze for a moment before slowly taking his hand away from mine and placing it on his lap instead. His gaze had been focused on the floor in front of us, but he slowly turned his head to look directly at me. I blinked once, our eyes locked as I brought my lips into my mouth to conceal my smile. There was a small v forming between his brows as he debated what was happening over in his head. I pushed a loose strand of hair that had fallen into my face back behind my ear, before moving over to touch his hand again. He glanced down briefly before slowly moving his eyes back up to meet mine. “Josh,” I whispered, running my fingers over his knuckles as a light pink rose in his cheeks. “We don’t have to just be friends.” His eyes flashed before his lips parted, a small inhale at my words. His eyes glanced down at my mouth before dancing over the rest of my face, probably debating wether or not to just lean in and kiss me. I moved forward a little more to show him it was okay, and his eyes widened. “I.. um,” he started, glancing back to my eyes. “I really want to kiss you right now.” “Do it then.” He started to lean into me, his hands moving towards my waist. I felt him graze my arms as his fingers travelled slowly up my shirt to my neck, before resting against the sides of my face. His thumbs brushed beneath my eyes, his face intense as he watched his fingers move. I felt my own hands begin to grip at his shirt as we turned our bodies to face each other, trying to pull him closer to me. I could feel his breath on my lips as he continued to pull me closer, until our foreheads were resting against each other’s. I closed my eyes before darting my tongue out to lightly wet my lips, the suspense from his touch driving me insane. “Josh, please,” I whispered, trying to move so my lips could meet his. “Shh,” he whispered back, holding me back with his gently grip on my face, his fingers still moving slowly around my jaw. He leaned in so we were barely kissing, his lips brushing over mine for a minuscule second before detaching, and I felt him smile at the small groan that left me. He brushed his thumb over my lips as they parted, a small breath leaving me as he did so. I felt myself swallow, trying to stay still. Finally, he pushed his lips against me with a little more force, mouth moving slightly as he tilted my face up to better meet his. I felt one of his hands move toward the back of my neck, gripping my hair as he pulled me closer. I felt myself sigh against him, moving my lips to capture his again. I moved my hands up his chest and past his neck, gently brushing through his curls with my fingers before gently tugging. I could feel his mouth part slightly, his tongue running over my bottom lip before a light moan escaped him, pulling him back. I took in a deep breath before opening my eyes, my hands still tangled in his hair and his still holding the back of my neck. “Do it again.���

[ackerfics]

Hiiii is it okay to request something? I just really love your fics 🥺 I saw that you did song fics, so I was thinking Still Into You by Paramore mixed with Thinking of You by Katy Perry since I legit couldn’t get those out of my head. Also I’m having Mikasa brainrot rn, so maybe a fic about exes getting back together? Where reader is like already in a new relationship with Historia, but they still love Mikasa, and the pining is mutual. Thank you so much 🥺

we sang along to the start of forever  — mikasa ackerman

— mikasa ackerman x female reader (modern au)

— warnings: angst but it transitioned into fluff in the end so we’re fine :)))

— summary: you still love each other and like puzzle pieces, the two of you thought about trying out the relationship thing again.

— word count: 4.8k

— author’s notes: i’m so sorry this took so long, we have so many backlogs  but i thought that writing would be a great thing to unwind so here it is !! i also made the reader a girl because as soon i started writing, mikasa with a girlfriend just keeps popping in my brain and i can’t help it sjjkjksjs and thank you so much for requesting !!

reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

< you said move on, where do i go

“Hey, there you are.”

A melodic whisper got you out of your daze from looking at your laptop screen. Exams are around the corner and your professors thought that it was the perfect time to dump more work for you. Tomorrow, you have a deadline coming up for a 2k-word essay about a topic that you could care less about, it wasn’t even under your major. Yet here you are, in one of the study areas of your university, trying to squeeze your brain just so you could reach the word count without caring for the outcome of your essay. But it seems like the gods graced your prayers because a small figure with golden blonde hair appeared in front of you, her blue eyes shining under the lights of the study area.

You started dating Historia Reiss not too long ago, it was probably ranging for three months at most. It was quite rocky at first, with you being out of a long-term relationship and Historia balancing out her time between extracurriculars and academics. The long-term relationship that got you all wound up was with a close friend back in high school and it sucked because you were such a good pair together — maybe fate wasn’t by your side that time. The two of you were immature and young but your time together was golden, having known each other way before asking one another out. You promised each other you’d move on and clearly, you did, your eyes finding your current girlfriend sitting in the neighboring study desk, taking out her stationery and color-coordinated notes.

Historia was a sweet person, always patient and caring when it comes to you. You met during a lecture that you two happened to share. She forgot her Apple pencil and luckily, you still had yours in your bag, lending the gadget to the blonde since you already have your laptop perched in front of you. With small smiles, the two of you gradually became friends, sitting next to each other during that lecture. Those small moments grew and later became study meet-ups in cafés or hanging out in one of the university’s libraries. The best thing that connected you two was your personalities, it matched so well that people sometimes thought you knew each other way longer before college. When you noticed Historia showing some signs that she likes you more than a friend, you couldn’t quite believe it at first. It was Historia being so understanding of you that made you say yes to her dates.

And now, here you are.

“Yup, you found me,” you told her, stretching your arms above your head before smiling at your girlfriend.

“Is that essay for Mr. Smith’s class?” Historia asked, leaning over to your side to get a glimpse of your screen. She patted your shoulder at the number of words you wrote. “Wow, you already got past the 1k mark. That’s amazing! Don’t forget to take breaks, though.”

“Of course, Tori,” you smiled. “You, too. I know your exams start four days from now. How is that holding up?”

Historia opened her readings, sighing at the thought of the dreaded season of the student body. “I don’t know if I can answer anything that well. I mean, we’ve been having study dates every day but I get so nervous just thinking about the exams. I know I’m going to be prepared but my anxiety said ‘no’.” She buried her hands through her hair, eyes softening when your face started showing how worried you are for her. “I’ll just think that this will be over a week from now.” Historia reached a hand out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Hey, why don’t we go to that restaurant just outside of uni for dinner?”

You took her hand in yours, squeezing it affectionately. “I think that’s perfect.”

The two of you proceeded to work on your separate tasks until you both agreed that it’s time for a good dinner. Historia helped you tidy your things up, occasionally smiling softly at you when you yawn. You bid goodbye to some of the students in the study area you know and the two of you went out of the room with joined hands. It was a nice walk around the university, the golden glow of the Sun bathing everything in orange, and making you relax despite the many backlogs still on your to-do list. That was until you saw a familiar figure going out of one of the many buildings of the Business Department. The blonde beside you even recognized the young woman hiding her face behind her scarf, blue eyes darting to you with a worried air.

It also happened that Mikasa Ackerman looked up from adjusting her scarf, her stormy gray eyes meeting with yours by chance.

Her eyes slightly widened at the sight of you, her gaze then dropping to your hands still joined with Historia’s before pursing her lips. Looking up to tangle your eyes again, she rose her hand in a little wave. You reciprocated the gesture weakly, never leaving your stare off her retreating form. You noticed that her shoulders became tense after that little encounter, fists enclosing the straps of her backpack and steps hurrying to get to her apartment that was just a walking distance from the university.

You felt a light squeeze coming from the girl beside you, knocking you out of your reverie.

“Let’s go?” Historia asked, eyes knowingly roaming your face.

“Mm-hmm,” you only hummed, following your girlfriend out of the campus.

You thought there wasn’t anything left but why were you still stuck in a limbo that you couldn’t get out of when you stared into those gray hues haunting your dreams?

< recount the night that i first met your mother

Mikasa had her life figured out. 

Everything was perfect. She has the most amazing people she can call her friends. She has the most supportive parents (and brother, but he can be a little shit sometimes but that’s beside the point). She has the perfect grades that can maintain her standing in the university, earning her great credits from various professors on the campus. She has scored a good apartment with her best friend, Sasha, all equipped with the best rooms and views that she can pay for a reasonable price. She is still a member of the university’s track and field long-distance running team, a regular and a manager at the same time. She also had the most beautiful girl as her lover and confidante, someone she could be herself with (not that her closest friends and brother didn’t see her real personality but being with her lover was a different kind of bliss compared to hanging out with her friends).

Well, had a girlfriend.

Ever since meeting you again earlier that night, suddenly Mikasa’s schedule for the night seems to blur.

It was her turn to cook for dinner but she couldn’t do anything properly. First, she managed to burn her sauteed vegetables, something that she had never done before knowing that this is her favorite go-to dish. Second, she boiled the pasta too long and now they’re too soggy. She nearly threw the pot down the sink but she didn’t want their neighbors to call the cops to their place, she just didn’t want to have a repeat of the first time that happened. (The first time their neighbors called the cops because of them was all Sasha’s fault, it appeared to the brown-haired girl that Mikasa’s cooking is one of the best in the world that she screamed bloody murder in the middle of the night.) Now, the gray-eyed girl had no choice but to start from scratch with the pasta, it was a good thing it was only the pasta though. 

The front door of their apartment opened with a bang while Mikasa tried to concentrate this time. Without looking up, she can see a brown-headed blur dashing towards the kitchen. “Stop right there, Sasha,” she said while stirring the alfredo sauce in the pan. “If you reach for the chicken one more time, I’m going to skin you alive. I don’t have the energy to hold your hungry ass back right now.”

Sasha backed away at the look of her roommate who was ready to commit violence if she steps out of line. “Whoa, who pissed at your day?”

Mikasa blinked, realizing that she might have been unreasonable with her remark. Of course, she wasn’t the only tired one in their apartment right now. Sasha was also struggling with academics and extracurriculars, not to mention, her love life is perfectly stable despite being in a relationship for a year. Not that Mikasa felt slightly jealous but she did everything she could to save their relationship but it still ended on a consensual note. The black-haired girl relaxed her tense posture, sighing deeply to expel the negativity accumulating her mind at the moment (Sasha called them dark forces after Mikasa told her about it, it took everything not to leave the room when the words came out of her friend’s mouth). Turning back on her sauce, Mikasa stated, “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed. You know, with the exams coming up and my track team entering this meet at the end of the month for official records. It’s just,” she sighed, “too much right now.”

“Aw, Mikasa,” Sasha empathized, going around the countertop to wrap her arms around Mikasa. She placed her head against her friend’s, petting the latter’s hair until they became a mess on her head. “I know just the thing to make us feel better. Let’s watch some of those anime movies that Armin recommended while eating dinner. Or anything that you want to watch if you don’t feel like watching anime right now.”

Mikasa smiled a little, resting her head on top of Sasha’s and relishing the comfort her friend gave her. “Thanks, I appreciate it, Sash.”

The moment she shared with Sasha reminded her of when you two were in high school. At that time, Mikasa was one of the star athletes that belonged to the track team. After the rigorous training their coach gave them, Mikasa’s knee started to hurt. This was dismissed by the head coach, saying that this wasn’t serious at all. You witnessed it when she ran more laps than what was written in her training regime to the point that her knee gave out. It was a good thing that her knee only acquired a sprain and a good rest from physical activities for some time will heal it gradually. Mikasa never had anything against it because getting some time off from her club meant that she could spend her free time with you. It was spent staying on her family’s couch, watching movies to pass the time while making small talk about her friends. The reminiscing continued until Sasha helped her prepare the living room for their movie night. She just couldn’t help but associate every little thing with you. You were a great part of her life since middle school.

She missed everything about you.

While the movie played out, her mind went to a time when it was time to introduce Mikasa as your girlfriend to your mother.

It was in the first months of being first-years in university. There was an issued academic break set by the faculties, taking the time to invite Mikasa to your home. You were so excited that that’s all you can talk about while the gray-eyed girl drove you two to your hometown. That was the only thing enjoyable in the entire trip. Everything went into shit when you blurted out that Mikasa has been more than a friend to you ever since high school. The look on your mother’s face was enough for the two of you to tell that this shouldn’t go on as planned.

“So, you’re telling me that Mikasa has been in our home, doing God knows what to you since high school?” Your mother flatly questioned.

The coldness of her tone made you stiffen in your seat. You can see Mikasa from the corner of your eyes trying to calm herself down by rubbing your hand under the table. It couldn’t be helped that your father, the only understanding person in the family, was absent because of his job. This is why your father chose to live separately from your mom, seeing as she was the kind of authoritative parent and wife, always hovering around each of her family members to keep them in line. You now understand why your father left her because God forbid, it was tempting to cut off ties with the person who gave birth to you as she threw degrading words at Mikasa left and right. You furrowed your eyebrows, tightening your hold on your girlfriend’s hand, which was trembling on your lap. The first time you saw her this shaken was when her knee got injured during her track training. Her skin was so pale like that time that you wanted to pull her out of the house and stay at a nearby hotel to get away from your mother’s wrath.

“Mom, please,” you pleaded, tears prickling your eyes.

“No, [Name], don’t you say another word,” she pointedly snapped at you. “I feel like I have become a failure of a mother. I don’t understand why you have a woman as your lover. It’s just not right. I support it but not if it’s with my daughter.”

You abruptly stood up with half-lidded eyes that never strayed from your mother’s similar shaded ones. Your hand still gripped Mikasa’s, your thumb stroking the back of it in a soothing circle that contrasted the indifferent gaze you gave your mother. When you were a child, you understood her sentiments because you’re her only child, the only person left in her life. But when she started badmouthing the little things observed from other people, you started questioning her parenting. You were told that people who love others of the same sex were sinning the word of a divine being but if that’s the case, you’d gladly be condemned to the pits of Hell if it meant protecting Mikasa from your mother’s harsh words. “We’re leaving.”

“What—?” It was Mikasa.

“Come on, Mika. Let’s find some restaurant downtown. This place is becoming stuffy and I don’t want you to suffocate any further.”

“Hey, Mikasa? Are you alright?”

Mikasa jumped, looking around at their apartment’s living room as if she was confused as to why she was there. She slightly shook her head before turning to the concerned brown irises of her roommate. Trying for a convincing smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, Mikasa forced a laugh as she mindlessly twirled the pasta on her plate with a wistful air surrounding her. “Yeah, I think I’m alright. Just saw my ex earlier when I got out of my last lecture for the day. I feel like that’s the reason why I don’t feel like myself today.”

The movie was then forgotten when Sasha positioned her body so that she could give Mikasa her undivided attention. With a serious expression that the gray-eyed young woman didn’t see in a long time, Sasha asked, “That gorgeous beauty?”

A nod was all Mikasa could answer. Gorgeous was an understatement when it comes to imagining you. You’re practically the most beautiful girl Mikasa saw in her lifetime. 

“Damn, it’s been what? Half a year since you guys broke up?”

A nod from Mikasa. She wrapped her arms around her knees, pushing them further into her chest, feeling so small at the moment. “It would have been fine if she’s alone but…”

Sasha’s mouth parted with realization; eyes wide as she stared at her roommate. “Oh,” she breathed. 

Scooting closer to the gray-eyed girl, Sasha wrapped an arm around her shoulder to let the former lean against her side. She always viewed the two of you to be endgame, seeing as you were dating since you were in high school. It sucks that no matter how much the two of you proved that you belong to one another, it just ends inevitably. Sasha even liked you when Mikasa introduced you to her new roommate when you were first-years. You were shining in the brown-eyed girl’s eyes; smile so bright that she couldn’t help but think you’re pretty, hair perfectly mussed by the wind during the ride to the apartment, casual clothing fitting you in the most pleasing way possible, and personality that one could describe as amazing. You even gave her some of your food when the three of you ate out together. (Mikasa always scolded you for giving away your food when you’re barely even eating regularly.) And when you guys broke up, Sasha saw how Mikasa ended up at the lowest point of her life, locking up inside her room and only going out when Sasha’s asleep. It was only recently that Mikasa slowly became herself again.

Now, Mikasa became that closed-off version of herself after the break-up, and Sasha instantly pulled her in for a hug.

The television kept playing the movie they chose to watch, Mikasa’s silent sobs blending with the movie’s dialogue and seeping through the night.

< she kissed my lips, i taste your mouth

You nearly pulled away when you tasted lemon instead of strawberry.

You nearly looked away when you saw azure instead of metallic gray after the kiss.

You felt so bad for thinking of midnight tresses instead of spun gold every time you lay in bed after hours of studying. Guilt bloomed in your whole torso like a giant wad of roses prickling your insides with their thorns, images of Mikasa plaguing your mind a week after you saw her again after six months. And every time you close your eyes to let sleep pull you in their embrace, arms so secure would wrap around your middle in your dreams, the smell of a rose-scented soap enveloping you in a warm cocoon. It was so contrasting to the minty scent you tried so hard to get used to in those three months you were together with Historia. You promised yourself you’d never date someone else after Mikasa but you tried because she told you to find someone who will treat you better than her. As much as you pleaded with your rationality to not follow her advice, Historia was a breath of fresh air.

It was a rainy night the time you and Mikasa broke up. Funny how you always love the rain and yet the one moment tormenting your daydreams occurred in a thunderstorm.

“Mikasa, what are you talking about?”

Your favorite-colored irises couldn’t meet your stare. “I said you deserve to be with someone who can make you glow with happiness.”

“Where is this coming from?”

She only shook her head, short black hair moving along with the movement. “I feel like I’m not giving enough in this relationship. I noticed how happier you look when you hang out with your friends from your department but when you’re with me, you’re mellowed down and so drained that I’m starting to feel like I’ve done something wrong.” Mikasa buried her hands in her hair, elbows placed on her knees, making herself feel smaller in front of you. You stood up from your bed to kneel in front of her, covering her cheeks tenderly with the palms of your hands. Yet she continued, “My mind is telling me these thoughts that I denied a long time ago since we started university.”

“What thoughts, Mika?”

“That our spark had died down for good.”

You searched her face for any sign of a joke but you could only stare at her downturned eyes.

“That I think we should break up for you to be happier with other people.”

“No,” you murmured, tears starting to blur your vision. “Mikasa.”

“I love you so much to see you unhappy with me.”

“I’m never unhappy when I’m with you. Where did you get that idea?”

Mikasa smiled despite her wobbly lips, gingerly placing her lips on your forehead. “I love you, [Name], I hope you’ll find someone bright enough to let you shine even more.”

It hurts just thinking about that but something pinched it even more when you stared at Historia in front of you, Facetiming someone on her phone. You two were celebrating the end of your exams in a café, treats covering the expanse of your table. It was a breather from all the stressful weeks draining your energy and now you feel refreshed. The book you recently bought was snug in your hands, eyes skimming over the words as Historia animatedly talked to her friend, Ymir. Hearing her laugh at something the freckled girl said, you couldn’t help but look up from a paragraph you were engrossed in. Historia looks so happy, cheeks flushed and giggles so clear that she couldn’t even contain them with her small hand. She never looked like this with you and as much as you anticipated the pain brought by the sight, it didn’t come.

Now, you understood what Mikasa felt, only this time you had to let Historia go because she already belonged to someone else.

Historia just said goodbye to her friend and you knew you had to hold on to this chance.

“Hey, Historia, I have a question.”

She sipped her iced tea. “Shoot.”

“You like Ymir, don’t you?”

The silence and flustered reaction that followed was all it took for you to smile.

< no more mistakes ‘cause in your eyes i'd like to stay

Getting out of a four-hour lecture was bliss to Mikasa. She stretched her arms over her head, letting out a deep breath of relief at the thought of spending her weekend without any backlogs. Finally, she can relax without feeling guilty. After all that hell her department professors gave her, she deserved this break.

Mikasa walked down the hallways with a slight spring in her steps, feeling her phone vibrate with a text message in her bag. Stopping by a little bit at the side of the hallway, Mikasa opened the outer compartment of her bag and turned on her phone. A smile instantly overtook her confused expression.

armin

hey, wanna watch a movie tonite?

eren suggested we could unwind after the exams

figured you needed it

you can stay the night here too !!

Her fingers typed out a reply almost giddily.

Sure.

Let me just text Sasha that I won’t be sleeping in the apartment tonight.

Another message from Armin appeared.

armin

yey !! see you later, Mikasa

At this point, her smile couldn’t be erased on her face.

See you later, Armin.

Then, another message from Armin popped out that made Mikasa laugh a little.

armin

this is eren

mikasa, can u bring dinner PLS

armin and i are too lazy to cook 

plus, you love us 🥺🥺🥺

The gray-eyed girl rolled her eyes, typing out a ‘fine’ before closing her phone. Her brother was sometimes too hard to handle but he can be sweet as well and saying that he needs dinner is just a way for him to say that he misses Mikasa’s cooking. When she looked up, a very familiar blonde and one of Mikasa’s classmates in a general subject came into view in one of the gazebos. Confusion was an understatement while she continued staring at Historia and Ymir laughing as if they were the only ones in the world. It was only a few weeks ago that she saw the blonde girl holding hands with you after a whole day of lectures. Maybe it was because she was staring too long at the couple that Ymir turned in her direction. As the freckled girl recognized the black-haired, stoic girl in one of their general classes, Ymir rose a hand in the air as a greeting. It also didn’t help that Historia looked at where Ymir was waving, with Mikasa tensing at the attention. She hastily waved back before turning in the direction of her car in the parking lot.

Several theories flickered through Mikasa’s head as she pulled out of the parking lot, the department store in their part of the city as her destination. Her mind was still a questioning mess the whole time she roamed the vegetable aisle until she bumped into another shopping cart, the clang of the metal breaking her trance.

“I’m sorry,” she told the person holding the other cart without looking up from her groceries.

“It’s fine.”

Mikasa quickly lifted her head at your voice. She probably looked like an idiot gawking at you in the middle of an aisle. You were dressed in an aquamarine shirt tucked in a pair of black slacks; your hair slung over one of your shoulders but for her, you looked so pretty. She concluded that you also got back from one of your lectures since your bag was placed inside the shopping cart, leaning beside a carton of strawberry milk. At the sight of the beverage, Mikasa’s chest pounded with her loud heartbeat, all the memories of you saying you like the taste of strawberries because of her entering her mind. Even after a full minute of you staring at each other, Mikasa couldn’t bear to look away. You’re so beautiful and she misses you so much.

“I miss you, too, Mikasa,” you murmured with flushed cheeks. “And you look good as usual.”

Mikasa’s face burned with embarrassment, reaching her ears, as she realized that she said her thoughts out loud. She was acting like she was in high school when she came to terms with her feelings for you. “U-Uhm, how are y-you?” Fucking hell, what is she stuttering for? It’s not like she got a below-passing score on one of her majors.

You softly smiled, tucking a stray lock of her behind your ear. “I’m doing fine. I was just thinking of making some homemade dinner tonight.” 

Mikasa nodded, recalling that you got a single apartment. “Me, too, but Eren asked me to make dinner for our movie night with Armin.”

At the mention of the two men, your face brightened. “How are they?”

The gray-eyed young woman reciprocated your smile. “Armin is still reeling Eren from doing anything stupid. You know how that dingbat is.” Your laugh made her day better. She faintly noticed that the two of you started walking side by side, pushing your carts to who knows what section of the department store. “The last time I saw them was before the exam week and we were studying so we didn’t do any catching up. Speaking of exams, how are yours?”

You hummed. “I think I got a passing grade on Parasitology and Microbiology. Those were the only subjects keeping me up for how many nights in a row.” You chuckled at your caffeinated state the previous weeks. “But the others were all papers so I guess I’m fine as of now.”

“Don’t tell me you got yourself palpitations from all the coffee.”

“You know me so well, Mika,” you laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to order coffee every time I go out this time. I don’t want a repeat of that night when I studied for Para. It was worse because I don’t have a roommate. How is Sasha doing, by the way? Still a ball of sunshine, I hope.” You spotted a cereal box you wanted to try so you mindlessly reached out for it but it was on the top shelf. Mikasa noticed your struggles, stopping behind you after chuckling to herself at how adorable you looked to reach the cereal box. You visibly tensed when you felt her front brush against your back, the box of cereal greeting your vision with Mikasa’s hand brushing on yours. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“You’re welcome,” she answered, patting your head before taking her cart and pushing it in the direction of the dairy section. “Yeah, Sasha is still as rowdy as the day you last visited. I threatened her again when she tried eating what I was plating for dinner. It was not a lovely night.” Mikasa paused, looking behind her when you’re not following close. She slightly panicked when she saw you looking down and gripping on the handle of the shopping cart. “[Name]? Are you okay?”

“Mikasa, I’m still into you.” You faced her with a smile. “Will you let me love you with all my heart again?”

Mikasa was speechless, her throat clogging up with overflowing emotions. She let out a delighted light, looking at you with eyes full of love.

“Yes. Will you let me in your heart again, [Name]?”

“Always, Mika.”

Their song of forever played once again and it felt so right that they wondered why they stopped it in the first place.

[specsforwoo]

Son of Lachesis | Demigod!Jung Jaehyun

Parent Deity: Lachesis (Goddes of the String of Life; the Second Fate)

Allegiance: Hades

Dark Humor was a thing

He probably picked it up from his dad

His dad was this super successful thriller author

So they had this huge penthouse in New York but Jaehyun was your normal edgy emo teenager

He claimed to hate his life, hate his family, hate his friends

But like, his dad wasn’t bothered by it???

At first Jaehyun thought it was because his dad just didn’t care about him

But then he started to realize that his dad was the same way

He would rather disparage himself in the name of humor than anything else

It was more of a coping technique but oh well

And for some reason, Jaehyun’s senior year of highschool, he moved to Korea

Still doesn’t know why tbh

Something about his dad telling him that it was safer for their family to be closer together

But like his family only comprised of himself and his dad

And his beagle Chu-Chu but that’s it

As far as he knew, he didn’t have any family in Korea

But surprisingly, he fit in well

His last year of high school went by quickly

And soon he was accepted into the medical examiner’s program @ KAIST

What?

He felt more comfortable around cadavers than live humans

It wasn’t weird he just had hella social anxiety

He had a real gift for it too

He could just look at a body and be able to tell how they died

He was oddly able to tell how long ago they died too

He was actually starting to get creeped out by it

So he started talking to the only person he could ever confide in

His dad

It was a long weekend off of uni

And the Friday before he got into a huge argument with his toxicology professor about the substance that one man ingested that led to his death

His professor swore it was Croton tiglium

And he doesn’t know why but something in his gut was screaming that the diagnosis was wrong

So what did he do?

He stole the toxicology report to review it

And he barged into his professor’s office claiming it was actually Daphne mezereum

What scared him the most was that he could swear the man who was lying helplessly on the table was the one who told him what the poison was

So back to his dad’s apartment

Jaehyun was in tears explaining what had been going on to his dad

And sure his dad was the one to lighten up any room he could

But his dad just laughed

And for the first time he actually felt like he was going crazy

He thought that if anyone would be able to help him understand it would be his dad

I mean what was that Ph.D in psychology hanging on the wall for then

But his dad placed a hand on his shoulder and talked to him very calmly.

I think it’s time that you met your mother.

Sniffing, he looked up

I thought she had been dead since I was a baby.

Sorta…

How can someone be ‘sorta’ dead?

She’s more like… undead?

Suddenly a gray smoke started swarming around his feet.

And a young woman, dressed in black with a rose in her hair appeared behind his dad

Jaehyun almost screamed

Dear, Many people are in need to relief so why are you calling me up?

She spoke and her voice was as light of as the mist swirling around her feet

She looked up and made eye contact with Jaehyun

Dear, you know how dangerous it is for them to meet their other parents… why is he here?

She didn’t break eye contact with Jaehyun as she spoke to his father

It’s time he knew. Maybe Taeyong or Yuta could help him? They’ve been through this before.

The anxiety and stress was piling up on Jaehyun until he couldn’t stand it anymore

Knew what? Who is this? Why is our apartment filling with smoke? What have Taeyong and Yuta been through before?

You are a demigod Jaehyun. The woman spoke up, inching closer to his side.

My son, the son of Lacheses.

Lacheses…. The goddess of the string of fate.

I’m the son of a death goddess.

He burst out laughing

He couldn’t tell if it was from shock or denial

Everything made sense

His ominous ability to tell how people died

How long they would live for

So you are telling me Taeyong and Yuta are demigods too?

He looked between his mother and father

Yes, sons of Themis and Bia, respectively of course.

So that summer Jaehyun ended up going to camp with Taeyong

He didn’t feel that comfortable in the Hades cabin, and ended up rooming with Sicheng in the Achelios cabin instead

He also tended to help out with medical care when super dangerous competitions were taking place

If he remembered correctly, Sicheng asked him to because your weird ass ability to tell how long people have to live comes in handy so I can override it.

He said it with all smile on his face too, like people thought Jae was creepy

He is still actively attending uni, still the top student is his toxicology class, despite his prof throwing the hardest cases his way

HE EVEN GOT AN INTERNSHIP AT THE POLICE STATION YAY JAEHYUN

But camp is his life now

He never knew what he would have done if he didn’t have the support system that he did because of it

Yuta is his best friend

Partly because they are apparently first cousins

But also because they just mesh really well together

Whenever Yuta is fighting or practicing

He is there to makes sure to call game before anyone gets fatally injured

It actually got close one time

But other than that

His life is really normal

He eats out a lot

He studies a lot less than he should

He has made lasting friendships

And he has the hugest crush in the world that he refuses to reveal

hey , you

Just tell me! You know I can keep a secret from the hyungs!

Cue Jisung pestering him as they run the track at camp

How do I know that?

Taeyong still hasn’t found out that Chenle and I sneak out every Saturday to go to the arcade and that we were the ones who broke his cat mug.

Good Point.

Sooooo?

Still not telling.

Honestly though, not like it wasn’t obvious enough

Sometimes he wonders if everyone is oblivious to him staring at the back of your head while you run rounds for Sicheng

Or how his eyes follow your figure when he spots you in a crowd

Dude has it bad

And might be a little possessive too

He saw Taeil hug you once and he refused to talk to Taeil for a week

Until Kun saw what was going on and forced them to make up

But you

Girl you might have an even bigger crush

Who knew volunteering was so fun when you got to see Jaehyun every day

Highkey only Renjun knows that you both like each other

What? Renjun knows E V E R Y T H I N G

At least he is like ‘passively’ helping Jaehyun score a date with you

And by ‘passively’ I mean he straight up walked over to you and asked you if you would want to grab dinner with Jaehyun on Thursday, something about studying for toxicology finals

And by ‘passively’ I also mean him straight up telling Jaehyun that you were going to be a the hole in the wall diner on 53rd street a 7 o’clock and if he didn’t show up he was going to kick his ass

So you both showed up

You with study materials

And him with flowers

Johnny told him that flowers were always the way to go

And Jaehyun was beyond embarrassed and confused when you looked up and saw him standing there in a button down shirt that definitely wasn’t his holding a bouquet of flowers

And you were sitting there in sweatpants and your glasses falling down the bridge of your nose

So he did what he does best

Laugh it off

Oh, these are to thank you for helping me study.

Of course, you didn’t have to get me anything though.

In his head he is sitting there cussing Renjun out while also trying to create that empathy link with Yuta so he could tell Yuta to go beat his ass

But he brushed it off and starts studying with you

Only after ordering pecan pie and hot chocolate

Because everyone needs snacks for studying

Right

But you suddenly looked up and stared him straight in the eyes

Why do you even need my help? Aren’t you like top of this class, and IDK you can talk to dead people? Just ask them what happened.

Jaehyun is back to being embarrassed and this time he can’t laugh it off

Well– ummm— you see– Renjun— I—-

Oh for Zeus’ sake can’t you just say that little twerp set us up on a date?

Well… yeah, yeah he did.

YoU — umm— you can leave if you want, I understand if you don’t like me

Why would I leave. And you shouldn’t understand because you are a great guy, of course I like you.

You gave off a cheeky smile before stealing a bite of his pie

Y’all started off really casually

Like a group date here and there, nothing alone

Something in Jaehyun told him it wasn’t going to get serious unless he made the first move

Your father was probably to blame

Zeus was known for being a little aloof when it came to love

But Jaehyun

God Jaehyun had no guts whatsoever

Not until his best friend from New York came to town

Jameson had come to visit over his own spring break, claiming he wanted to see why Korea was so special and “Jeff” as he knew him, never returned to the US

And Jaehyun had taken you with him to the airport, better than dragging along Jeno or Jungwoo, who for some reason was terrified of planes themselves, and Yuta was out of town for a competition and Johnny was still passed out from last night’s party

And when Jameson stepped off the plane, he came barrelling towards Jaehyun, screaming JEFFFFFFERRRRRYYYYY as loud as he could and tackled him into a hug.

After that he began speaking in English a mile a minute

To say you were a deer caught in the headlights was an understatement

Jaehyun obviously wasn’t fazed, he was able to talk back to Jameson at the same speed, not even stuttering

So you felt kinda lost, shrinking away from the boistering boys, opting instead to starting rolling his friend’s luggage to the car

Jaehyun caught wind of your suddenly shy personality and cut off his friend to instead walk over to you

In a much calmer voice, and this time in a language you were actually able to understand, Jaehyun asked if you wanted to be introduced to his friend

You nodded and Jaehyun grabbed your wrist before shutting the trunk of the car.

Pulling you back over, Jaehyun spoke in English again

You could barely make out something along the lines of This is my friend, Y/N, daughter of Zeus.

You gave a small wave and bowed, hoping he wouldn’t speak to you directly, prompting you to speak in your broken tongue.

Just a friend, or something more? Jameson smirked at Jaehyun before looking back over at you

A friend that you can’t have. You couldn’t really understand what Jaehyun said but you could tell that whatever was said, he wasn’t happy about his friend’s comment.

After that you all got into the car where Jaehyun made you sit in the front seat, holding your wrist the entire time, in obvious view of Jameson

Things died down for a while and it went back to the usual

You were still on the track team (more like Pegasus Racing team but whatever)

And Jae came to cheer you on at every game

And Jae was still top of his classes @ KAIST

And you came to cheer him up when the workload got to much for him

But it STILL wasn’t serious

So one night

Specifically, Jameson’s last night in Korea

Everyone decided to head out to Hongdae to go club hopping (pls tell me you people know what club hopping is)

And you were all having fun, dancing, most were also drinking, especially Jameson

Jaehyun somehow ended up being DD after a brutal battle of scissors, paper, rock

So he was sitting there on the side lines, nursing straight tonic water watching everyone else get shit-faced drunk

You weren’t any better to be honest

Jameson started having a habit of trying to get you alone or get you to dance with him

So you thought that if you had to deal with that all night you had to have a couple shots in your system.

PSA TIME PEOPLE!!!!!! PSA!!!!! If someone in your group keeps trying to get you alone or get you to dance with them, both men and women, DO NOT I repeat DO NOT resort to drinking to deal with it. If they don’t get the hint by you avoiding them, tell them straight to their face that you don’t want to be with them. If they still don’t get the hint, seriously consider just leaving wherever you are. Under no circumstances is it okay for them do that. PSA OVER!!!!

Jaehyun had been watching you try to avoid Jameson from the bar all night and after Jameson came up behind you and grabbed your waist he was done

The vision of fully sober, properly pissed off, ready to throw punches Jaehyun was not a pretty sight

Thankfully, at the moment he had enough self-control in his system to not deck his friend straight in the throat

He instead opted to grab your wrist, much more forcefully than last time, and drag you out the back door of the club into the alley way

Then, much more gently, backed you into the wall of the club

He was so close that you could feel his breath on your forehead

Muttering to himself in English, you couldn’t understand what he was saying

Suddenly he looked down and his eyes kept snapping from yours to your lips

I’m probably going to do something I regret right now

Poor you couldn’t even understand him because of him still speaking in English

Next thing you know he was kissing you, pushing you up further against the wall, wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer

After he let go, worry flashed across his face, like he finally realized something

Oh my god, did that bastard hurt you?

He started checking your arms and wrists, even running his hands along your waist to make sure there wasn’t bruising there

For once, Jaehyun actually had the guts

He ended up calling everyone rides, and left early with you so he could take you out on an ‘official first date’

To an ice cream shoppe

Mind you average temps in Korea during, let’s say March is still around 28 degrees Fahrenheit @ night

He realized his mistake after seeing you sit there in the booth, shivering as you picked up your ice cream

So he quickly shrugged off his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders and grabbing your hands in his to warm them up

First date was still a success in his mind

And all the dates there after

Renjun takes full credit for your relationship, but so does Sicheng, they actually fight about this

Jameson actually isn’t in Jaehyun’s life anymore

And Jaehyun is madly in love with you

Proposes after he graduates, in front of all of his friends, @ the stupid little hole-in-the-wall diner that he claims was his first real date with you

While they all scream JEFFFERRRRYYYY in the background.

really tho, Yuta has it on tape, along with Doyoung forced feeding Jaehyun wine, and him sleep talking about your first official date, all of which he plays at your guy’s wedding

Good luck having all of these idiots as brother in laws :::)))))

[woozisnoots]

modest jeon wonwoo

° pairing: wonwoo x reader ° genre: university!au, host club!au, fluff ° word count: ~1.7k ° warnings: none! ° a/n: this had no business being this long and idek if i like it lol but I want to specifically dedicate this piece to @wonwoosimp​​ bc she’s literally the sweetest, best bean in the world [insert uwu meme here] thank you for gifting me my very first photocard, I literally cried opening it! I love you so much, I hope you enjoy!

welcome to the svt host club!

masterlist!

you entered university with a certain goal, a purpose. eventually, you were going to be the pediatric surgeon that the 13 year old you ushered you to be.

…let's just hope the knowledge of your brain was enough to get you through the first four years of pre-med. with your 3.7 high school GPA, you were lucky to get into your first choice college, let alone your current major

from the start of the semester, you dedicated yourself to studying the anatomy and physiology of the body until you knew every nook and cranny there was to know. and the library was the perfect sanctuary to get your shit together

as much as you loved your roommates, their constant fights over closet space and boy toys gave you no peace of mind what-so-ever

bless the library for being opened 24/7. If your roommates found you sleeping on their only working desk, you would find yourself waking up to the sound of tripping freshmen trying to get to their first 8am class right in the middle of the hallway

but the lone table in the corner of the library just on the third floor did you good at staying focused. even provided some good naps in between every now and then

the day before your first anatomy test, you LOCKED yourself in the library. no one was going in OR OUT of the premise just to sit across from you on YOUR table until you fully memorized the different layers of epithelial tissue >:(

gosh, you even scattered all your notes across the table just so people got the memo that this seat was: [OFF LIMITS]

yes, off limits to everyone except a certain jeon wonwoo.

the way you met was abrupt to say the least

besides your table, you had a pretty good view of the entire campus — from the main health science building all the way to the student parking lot

and just below you, an astonishing sight of a mob of screaming girls chasing after a mouse guy in glasses. not to be inconsiderate and heartless, but unless you heard someone scream bloody murder, diving back into your flashcard you go

tissue after tissue, you start to get delusional because at this point, everything is starting to look the same

slumping down into your chair, you take a second to mentally recharge, drinking the water you’ve neglected for the past three hours

you time yourself for a five minute break, going through the notifications on your phone

before you could read your roommate’s ongoing ramble on the latest update of the “crazy good looking, god-like, elite host club that the university has to offer”

a ‘club’ that you didn’t even know anything about nor cared for

you hear a loud ‘thud’ coming from the bookcase in front of you

from the side the tall, lean guy with glasses that you saw earlier emerged with his hands gripping his tricep

you try not to draw too much attention to him. half the reason being you didn’t want to embarrass him by laughing at the fact he ran into a 10 feet tall bookcase

and you did not need this man distracting you. it’s your eight week streak being this productive, a new record for anything you’ve done in your entire life and your pride wouldn’t let you have it if you lost it just because you saw an attractive man on sight

you scribble down a decent guess to the tissue identification question that you’ve been stuck on for the past few minutes, not bothering to look up

“that’s actually dense connective tissue, not smooth”

jolting up from your seat, you look up realizing the guy 5 feet away is now right in front of your face looking down at all your papers

“you can tell because they’re striated”

you stare at him in disbelief wondering how he could have gotten so fast with just looking at it for a few seconds. eyeing him up and down, he definitely looked around the same age as you but he wasn’t someone you’ve seen around the science buildings. and you would know since you took the liberty of familiarizing almost everyone within the department

“do you mind if i sit here?” his hands already on the edge of the chair ready to pull it out from underneath him

“...yeah sure”

“oh i’m wonwoo by the way,” he says as you both exchange awkward stares and knowledgeable nods

okay well since he’s proven that he might be of help to you, you might as let him stay. from what you’ve gathered, he didn’t have any stuff on him aside from his phone that you watch him get out of his front pocket, getting ready to play pacman

forget how attractive he is, this guy has some brains.

for the rest of the day, as you guys sat across from each other, wonwoo would occasionally bounce back and forth between giving you study tips and playing whatever game he decides to play at that moment in time

he was surprisingly really good at this? he knew more things about the subject than your professors did, and that’s saying a lot. like you’ve been looking at cells for WEEKS and you were lucky to get at least half of them. which begs the question:

“how do you magically know all this?”

the blank expression on his face tells you he wasn’t expecting that question but he quickly shrugs it off. “i just know a few things from my parents that’s all”

you would have questioned him further but the time on your phone read “22:57” and you already broke your number rule about sleeping early before a big test

as you pack up all your stuff, wonwoo pushes his chair in, bidding you farewell

“good luck on your test tomorrow!”

you appreciate the gesture, mentally thanking him for his help and proceed to go back to your dorms, preparing yourself to tell your roommate all about the exciting? day you had

“YOU MORON. JEON WONWOO?”

laying flat on your back on your bed, you cover the bottom half of your face, quivering under your sheets as you stare at your roommate’s outrageous outburst

you explain what happened and who you met today at the library. when your roommate asked to describe him in more detail, all you said was that he was pretty smart for someone who wasn’t particularly in your major

your roommate lets out a loud scream into their pillow, gripping the bed sheets before giving you the earful of the century

“he’s just being modest. he’s a korean lit major but he’s one of the uni’s top students since both his parents are the head of the science department.

…AND he’s one of the most requested host club members. so you caught yourself one big fish today bud.”

top student? science department? HOST CLUB? none of that was processing in your brain. the one club that you wanted nothing to do with and you just happened to meet their top money maker

grand.

the thought didn’t keep you up at night only because you thought that today’s encounter was just coincidence and you probably would never have to see him again.

(sad though, your roommate was right. he is rather good looking.)

the time that it took for you to take your test the next day flew by so fast that you questioned if it even happened. the first step you took out the classroom, you start to second guess all your answers, regretting that you didn’t check a third or even fourth time before submitting

your train of thought halts when you see jeon wonwoo standing in the empty hallway

“i’m sure you aced it”

and just like in a netflix original romance movie, he reveals a bouquet of pink begonias from behind his back while shyly adjusting his glasses

“these are for you. to congratulate you”

weird way to phrase it but you were still gonna take the flowers. “host club tendencies?”

“so you found out?”

from a distance, you can hear the rushing footsteps from downstairs followed by a sense of purpose. “i think i was bound to” :/

you didn’t know how you felt about the current situation. you had no idea what host club was until you got here and you still don’t know what they even do. for all you knew, this could just be a gesture to get them more clients

but if his actions were genuine… you wouldn’t mind seeing him again

“i have to start learning muscles for our next exam. heard it was one of the hardest ones. i’m not sure if you have more studying tricks up your sleeve?”

“i might.” a cocking little grin now appearing on his face

“good. same place at the library tomorrow then. and this time? try not to bring your dedicated fans wherever you go”

so these study sessions continued. you guys occasionally had to change spots - from cafe to an empty bio lab - if the mob ever saw a single hair follicle that might be his

but each time, wonwoo brought something more just himself. one day it would be coffee, others days it would be food. things to keep you motivated.

for a korean lit major, he was taking a lot of time out of his day to help you, being attentive to all the strategies that help you study and such

possibly making your assumption from months back, true.

by the time finals rolled around, aside from the spursts of review here and there, study sessions became more casual. you didn’t feel the need to overwork our brain since you already knew all the information (something you actually learned from wonwoo himself)

possibly the last meeting you’d have with him was similar to your first: just you two together but him playing on his phone. and yet before the night ended

“i have a proposal.”

“i’m not giving you money for your dumb club.” bold of him to assume you would-

“no but i really appreciate the thought :)

why don’t we turn these study sessions into… study dates instead?”

:0

your assumption after 6 months later: finally confirmed

“but that’s only IF you ace your finals.”

well let’s just say at the very end, you had a successful first semester and are now one step closer towards being the surgeon of your dreams.

plus, you even landed yourself a pretty cool boyfriend in the process

let’s hope his parents put in a good word for you when you apply to med school!

[iwannaholdyoutight-]

Oh, my love (pour me that jack and coke)

Summary: only one more time won’t make any difference, right?

Warnings: FWB!harry, smut. Just the life I wanted to live, honestly.

Wordk count: 3K (small one, sorry, my job and uni are kind of hard right now)

My masterlist

A/n: heeey guys I’m back this time with a fic for @stylesharrys 10k celebration. I got the prompt FWB!harry: “you’re alright, love? You seem a bit flustetered”. Don’t forget to support the other authors who are participating on the challenge HERE. And the singer they listen at the festival that takes place in the flashback is this ONE. 

PREVIEW

Natalie Portman was dancing with her pink wing on the tv and y/n could feel Harry’s eyes on her, hands touching her right arm in a flirtatious behavior. He was wearing a white shirt and black running shorts. She looked at him and his intense eye stare was running through her, she was feeling his desire; the sensual scene only adding to the fire that was always between them and since last satuday increased to a wildfire. She wanted to sit on his lap and give the actress on the tv a run for her money, giving him the best lap dance ever. 

“Have you ever recieved a lap dance?”

“Yeah. Have you ever given one?”

“No” she said timidly, suddenly feeling insecure.

“Do you want to give me one?” Harry asked with hooded eyes and a smirk on his face, tha last rays of sunshine paiting his face a beautiful golden tone, letting his eyes look clear, almost blue. 

“Do you think is a good idea that we do this one more time?”

He smirk at her, his hands fully incansing her face:

“I mean... only one more time won’t make any difference, right?”

They were sitting together at the coffee just down from their work place. Y/n was staring at the judgmental eyes of her best friend, Natasha. Her black eyes looked like two grapes because of her wide stare. 

“It’s not a big deal” y/n said, drinking from her cappuccino with a douple shot and a hint of mint essence. 

“He’s your best friend”

“Who can I trust more to fuck me without breaking my heart than my best friend?”

“You don’t think NOTHING could go wrong?”

Nat was raising her voice, a little bit surprised that her childhood friend just told her that Harry fucked her just  6 days ago, at the Lights festival

“I don’t know if I want to know more or ask you to never talk about it”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to tell you if the rumors are true?”

“You are a little bitch. Tell me all of it”

6 days ago...

She was seeing the worlds in colors. The woman singing on the staged was called Sevdaliza and she had the most sensual music ever.

Harry, just like her, was high and they both ended up loosing their friends in the middle of the crowd. Y/n looked at Harry with his glittery yellow shirt and white jeans. He looked like he fit the part: graduated from film school, always writing poetry and reading them at the coffee next to his house. He was celebrating: his script was going to be shot, the small production office decided to endorse his project and he was on cloud nine.

Quite differently from the time she met him: undergrad student, insecure about his art. She worked as a designer and photographer and met him at a visual arts masterclass a few years back, when they were both on their early twenties. Now, each day closer to reaching the big 30s, they were the best of friends. Always together.

Y/n always thought they had nothing but friendship, but now, so close to him, listening to Sevdaliza voice melt the audience of the festival, with his cinnamon smell so tangible in the air and his bird warmt so close: she wasn’t so sure if it was just friendship.

And she can’t deny, she was curious if the rumors were true: was he THAT good in bed or all the lovers of his she ever met were just easily impressed?

What she didn’t spect was for Harry to also have the same questions. He was just behind her getting closer and closer till both of his arms were around her waist and he was crouching so his face could fit like a pluzze in the curve where her neck met her shoulder.

“You smell good” Harry said in a low voice that was meant just for her

“H, what are you doing?”

“I was just wondering...” he was using his hands to turn her around but not releasing her from him, his nose touching hers, his mint breath blinding all of her senses “we are so good together, always helping each other out, figuring it out exactly just what the other wants. So... maybe... you and I could make quite a pair on the sheets...” that only thing Harry got wrong the night was about the sheets: they fucked in her living room.

Now

If you ask y/n she doesn’t remember who kissed who. But they kissed till the show was over and next thing she knew they were sharing a uber back to her place. Nat was staring at her like she had comitted a crime. She wasn’t planning on telling anyone, thinking it was a one time thing. But she was surprised when during a presentation during work she god a text from Harry asking if she wanted to go back to his place after work and maybe have a repeat of last Saturday and Nat was right beside her.

So she had to tell. But judging by Nats reaction, it would have been better if she had lied about it.

“You’re still going to his place. Even if you know what might happen?”

“I mean... is another time really going to make any difference?”

Latter that day

The bus was moving slowly, the 5 o’clock traffic was the worse: nobody had patience, everybody with a 9-5 job was just crazy to finally get home and be able to rest.

From the bus window y/n could see the sky painting the city, the golden light was starting to make itself aware, combining with the aesthetic of the old buildings and bridges.

That’s probably one of her favorite things to do: observe the town she lived in; that city was just so beautiful. There was a contrast of the old with the new. The sun reflecting on the river, calm as ever, while people were running across the streetwalks, dreaming of a homecooked meal and a place to rest.

The bus was taking a left, ready to cross the revolving bridge. Harry’s place was getting closer and she could feel her stomach starting to turn with anxiety  all of it in the forms of butterflies.

Harry’s place was above an old movie place, people say the building dates back to the 1930s: 5 floors, the first being an old movies that still worked, only showcasing indie movies and oldies from the 40-80s. She remembers the first time she ever visited Harry, they talked for hours to end and then they went to the screening of a Doris Day festival. She went home that day singing to herself the theme song of the movie Pillow Talk, thinking to herself why she never went to an old movie theater till that day.

After getting off the bus, she walked just around 10 meters till she was face to face with the old movie theater sign. Today they would have a screening of shorts films from the 40s from 6 to 8 pm and then they would showcase the new movie based on Gloria Steinem’s best seller memoire called The glorias. Maybe if they were done till 10pm she could catch the movie.

Harry’s apartment was on the second floor, with a wooden door, a cat tapestry underneath saying: meowcom. She never thought it was funny but when they saw it at the street fair last year he laughter so hard at it she decided to give him as a Secret Santa gift.

“Don’t you look tired yet dashing this fine evening , miss” said his voice once he opened the door. Stepping aside so she could come in.

She went for a hug, he went for a kiss: they nocked their foreheads.

“Fuck why does your head have to be so big” she asked while taking her shoes off and walking towards his strawberry shaped sofa.

“You can’t expect me to be a movie genius with a small head, right?”

“The question is: what head are you talking about?”

“You know I have both heads quite big, so I don’t know why you asked” he took her purse from her, resting the object on the small table he had set closer to the door so he could always throw whatever he had in his hands there. Y/n took the moment to appreciate how he looked today: baby pink flare trousers and a graphic shirt, he was barefoot but with his rings still on his fingers; she knew he got home not too long ago.

“Harry what is that smell” she was referring to the tangerine smell that was all around his place

“Oh, it’s this tangerine essence oil I got from my upstairs neighbor... you know that one that always reads your tarot?”

“You’re talking about the witch?”

“Yeah, she prefers to refer herself as Wicca but yeah, her. She gave it to me to clean my energy now that I have this big project. And it smells quite nice, doesn’t?”

“Yeah it does” she could feel his eyes on her while she was playing with her nails “so what do you wanna do today?”

“I was thinking we could watch a movie here and then we can see where we wanna go from there?”

“do you have any jack and coke?”

He smirked at her and said:

“With ice?”

The night was young and it was only starting...

After a few glasses and a heated conversation about what movie they were going to watch, they both settled for closer because of the crush they shared on the cast.

Natalie Portman was dancing with her pink wing on the tv and y/n could feel Harry’s eyes on her, hands touching her right arm in a flirtatious behavior. He had changed his outfit, now wearing a white shirt and black running shorts. She looked at him and his intense eye stare was running through her, she was feeling his desire; the sensual scene only adding to the fire that was always between them and since last satuday increased to a wildfire. She wanted to sit on his lap and give the actress on the tv a run for her money, giving him the best lap dance ever.

“Have you ever recieved a lap dance?”

“Yeah. Have you ever given one?”

“No” she said timidly, suddenly feeling insecure.

“Do you want to give me one?” Harry asked with hooded eyes and a smirk on his face, tha last rays of sunshine painting his face a beautiful golden tone, letting his eyes look clear, almost blue.

“Do you think is a good idea that we do this one more time?”

He smirk at her, his hands fully incansing her face:

“I mean… only one more time won’t make any difference, right?”

With that being said, he turned the movie off and she got up from the couch, going to the bathroom and started to look at herself on the mirror

“You know what you need to do. You’ve never done it yourself but you know, I know he has more experience but he is your friend. Nothing can go wrong because he can help you. You both thrust each other and when it comes to sex consent and thrust are the two most important things. You have both with him.”

While y/n was having a mental breakdown over a lap dance, Harry was excited with the idea, cleaning the pizza they were eating and taking the now empty cups of jack and coke back to the kitchen.

He didn’t tell anyone but he was so glad they fucked last Saturday. It just made everything better. She didn’t have to know about how he always had the hots for her. She didn’t have to know that sometimes he would take people to his bed and picture they were her. And she definitely didn’t have to know that another time does make a difference to him.

Diming the lights and looking for the perfects songs to go on about this night. He was shaking with anticipation. After choosing to just play Childsish Bambino (you can never go wrong with that guy) he sat on the couch and that was the moment she opened the door of his bathroom. She had taken off her pants, just with her social shirt loose on her body, with the buttons down to the middle of her chest, her hair always messy and her very colored lips looking so delicious, just waiting for him to say “come here” and she would go... like a little puppy.

“I have never done this so you need to be nice to me”

“Darling... I’m always nice”

She walked over to him, but stopping halfway, going on her fours and crawling her way to him.

“I still have a lot of bite marks on my boobs that prove the exact opposite” now standing in front on him, on her knees, spreading him open, with her tint hands massaging his thighs, marking her way to his short “you don’t mind if I take off your shorts right” she was with her face inching closer to his legs, resting her head right on top of the tiger tattoo, teasing him “I have never given someone a lap dance but I do know that the less clothe, the better if feels”

With both of her hands she took off his pants while he got rid of his shirt. Standing still she admired his body, why did she waited so much to get on it with him? He was soft on the sides but with a strength beneat the bones, with a few abs and chest bigger than most. Green fucked up eyes and rosy lips. He deserved to be on all of the screens, all of the stages, not living in a small flat above an old movie theater.

“You know” Harry broke the silence “for one to give a lap dance she must actually be on top of him”

She didn’t answered him, instead sitting herself on his knees not allowing him any more than that touch. With the tips of his fingers he started to trace her face, admiring her. She was a beacon of light, with every color shining inside her eyes, every sin could be found in her lips but every prayer was found on the way she would blush at his words.

Putting her hair behind her shoulder she got closer and closer to him, using her knees on either side of his body to help her move. Feeling his warmth. She didn’t know how to give a lap dance but she knows him. She knows what makes his knees buckle and what makes him shiver. She was going to make him her little puppy. So with all the confidence she could muster, biting his vein that was always apparent on the neck, her hips started to move.

He was semi hard but the more she moved, the more she could feel him getting harder. That was one of the things she loved the most about sex: the foreplay.

“You know” she got back to talking, not stopping her hips, using her hands to tease all of his body “when we are like this is when I remember how much I’ve always wanted you”

“Fuck, love. You’re going to kill me”

“Oh my love, you have not seen a thing” with one of her hands she started to take off her shirt, leaving her with a rose gold brallete that matched her barely there panties “You alright, love? Look a bit flustered.”

She was mocking him, trying to copy his British accent but that only got him a side smile while his eyes were fixated on the way her nipples could be seen through the piece of glittery fabric. She was having so much fun

“You know” Harry said trying to get a bit of his control back “when you talk like this, you drive me fucking mad” with one hand climbing on her back, till he reached for her roots, tugging on it, now she didn’t knew it she was the one in control  “when you mess with my neck, or when I pull your thighs further apart and I can feel just how wet you actually are and then you kiss me and I’m closer to the point of no return”

With a hand behind and knee he got up, changing position and spreading her all over the tapestry on the floor, the fluffy blood red velvet matching with her skin. He now had the upper hand and he was going to make a good use of it.

With his kisses going down her neck, he started to rut his body against her. Her moisture could be felt throught his underwear and there was nothing that Harry wanted more than to fully ravish the defenseless girl panting underneath his tattooed body. Glistening with sweat and moaning without an ounce of regret.

He wanted her to know he was the only one that could do this to her. With his hand playing with her breast while the other was getting closer and closer to her mound, he looked at her. With her open mouth and closed eyes, out of a painting that deserved its place on the Louvre. He decided to use her own words against her:

“You alright, love? Look a bit frustrated”

“You asshole just fuck me already”

“Yeah, I’ll fuck you good. But only if you promise to stay the night”

“Is this really a good idea?”

“One more time won’t make any difference, right?”

Laughing at the irony she pulled him closer. They had a deal... because it won’t make any difference, right?

But it did.

[creambunnie]

Once Again📖

ONEWE - Kanghyun x Y/N (angst)

enjoy!

From : Kang Pingu 🐧

- if you are done taking pictures with your family and friends, meet me in the classroom for a bit♡ -

you grinned when you received his message and excused yourself from your parents and friends before heading towards the classroom of the last year of your highschool life.

it was finally your graduation day and Hyungu planned to celebrate together after celebrating with your families respectively.

you arrived at the classroom but no one was there. you pouted and decided to wait by sitting on one of the desks. you scanned the classroom for the last time, absorbing every single detail of the place where you created bittersweet memories with your classmates. it was also the place where Hyungu confessed about his feelings to you.

you smiled widely as you recalled his bold yet funny confession. he put up a brave front but was actually so nervous that when you responded back to his feelings, he fell down because his knees got weak. your friends were quite worried when they heard you started dating Hyungu. well, Hyungu did not really have a good reputation, among the students and the teachers.

but you ensured your friends that you would be careful and that you were sure Hyungu was serious about your relationship.

you snapped out of your thoughts and decided to wait for Hyungu at the door. you peeked out to see if your boyfriend was already on his way to the classroom, but instead, a couple caught your eyes.

they were at the staircase, the girl was backfacing you so you did not see her face. the boy's head was also tilted to the side so his face was blocked too.

"oooh, a new couple? but really? at the stairs? i wonder who that guy is, he looks super familiar." you thought and was about to give the 'couple' their private space when the boy straightened up, revealing none other than Kang Hyungu. he smiled at the girl and stayed for a while as the girl patted his head before walking down the stairs towards your classroom.

you blinked a few times as you tried to process what you just witnessed. you felt your heart squeezed in pain as tears started flowing down your cheeks.

"did... did i just jinxed myself?". you mumbled to yourself. you quickly took your bag and wanted to leave quickly but Hyungu was faster.

he opened the door with a big smile but it quickly turned into worry when he saw you crying. "babe? what happened?". he asked softly as he approached you.

you avoided him and was about to exit the classroom when Hyungu grabbed your wrist as he balanced the box he was carrying with his other hand and his body.

"babe, what happened??". he asked again.

you sniffed and pulled your hand away. "you, all these while i thought you changed. but i was wrong. you are still the same playboy Kang Hyungu. old habits die hard, huh? you came here late because you were having a fun time with another girl? i should have listened to my friends. dating you was a mistake,".

Hyungu frowned, confused about what you were talking about.

"huh? what do you mean? i was late because i was preparing my presents for you,". Hyungu explained.

you frowned deeper at his words. "i saw everything, Hyungu. you don't have to lie! if i am not a good partner, then just tell me that, no need to cheat behind me, just break up with me!".

Hyungu was confused at your sudden burst of anger. "but you're the only one that i like! have you seen me flirting with others when i started dating you?".

you rolled your eyes and glared at him. "i wouldn't know, you might have done it when i'm not around!".

Hyungu sighed and ruffled his hair in frustration. "do you not trust me?". he asked.

"no, i don't.". you replied without hesitation. you gulped your pain when you see the hurt in his eyes.

"look into my eyes and tell me that you didn't feel any sincerity from me in these 5 months that we've been together." Hyungu asked with teary eyes.

your heart felt so painful. but you had to do what was best for you. you promised your friends to be careful so you were going to keep that promise.

"it must have been fun playing with me, right? just like how you played with other girls. i really thought i was the special person who could change you. but i was being pathetic. i'm just an idiot who fell for the school's infamous playboy.".

a tear finally fell on Hyungu's cheek. he was hurt. extremely hurt. he then stretched his arm to give you the box that he had been carrying since just now.

"i want to give some presents to congratulate you for graduation. please accept them." he managed to whisper.

you frowned at his sudden change of topic and slapped his hands away together with the box.

you heard something broke when the box made contact with the hard ground. if you didn't know any better, you would have thought that you just heard your heart shattered.

Hyungu froze on his spot as he stared at the box. you quickly ran out of the classroom before you softened back up for your ex.

and that was the last time you met Hyungu before the both of you moved on with your lives. you remembered to quickly block Hyungu's number and blocked him on every social medias that you had. you didn't want anything to do with him anymore.

you were embarrassed of yourself. you were so proud when you started dating Hyungu, you were so confident that he was serious about you. but at the end, it was just your imagination. he didn't change at all.

~4 years later~

after graduating from high school, you got accepted into your dream university and studied in Japan for 4 years majoring in journalism. writing has been your hobby since you were little and aiming to be a well-known journalist was your ambition.

it was not easy to leave things back at your home country behind you especially after getting your heart broken so harshly on your graduation day. but you believed working hard towards your dream was a good way to distract yourself from all the unnecessary drama.

you focused on school and excelled all your semesters. you became the best student and was given the honour of being the valedictorian of your cohort.

it was finally time for you to come home to your family. they did visit you a few times when you were in Japan, but the feeling of coming back home was different.

From : Yubi❤

-you're back in South Korea?! great timing, our class reunion is next Saturday. you better come after skipping 4 years of our reunion dinner !!! we all miss you🥺-

you sighed as you read the message from your close friend. you were not really someone who likes to socialise with others, it's true they were your highschool classmates, but it had been years since you've met them. you might be awkward.

From : Yubi❤

-if you even think of skipping, i'm gonna drag you out of your house😠-

you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

To : Yubi❤

-okay okay, i will come, just text me the venue when it's confirmed.-

you scanned the huge hotel and took a deep breath before walking through the grand entrance. "wow they must be rich to book such a fancy place." you mumbled as you went to the customer service counter to ask for the room number that was booked for your class dinner.

as the staff was looking through the lists, you couldn't help but check out the beautiful architecture. your gaze fell to the floor as you realised that each tile had a different design. "wow, this hotel is totally on another level.". you whispered as you analysed them one by one.

a pair of pink shoes stopped walking and caught your eyes. you raised an eyebrow and looked up slowly to see the owner of the pink shoes.

your breath hitched. you made eye contact with the person. the person's eyes widened as he saw you. just as he was about to walk towards you, a lady grabbed him by his arm and dragged him away, she probably didn't notice you who were a few metres away.

"oi Kanghyun!! will you hurry up and walk? they're all waiting for us in the room already!!". the lady called the person by his nickname.

your thoughts were interrupted when the staff tapped your shoulder gently. "your room number is 3. i will bring you there". you nodded and bowed slightly to thank the staff.

you were now in front of the room. loud excited voices could be heard from the inside. *such youthful energy* you thought and knocked on the door before opening it slowly.

the previous noise quietened down at your entrance. you were frozen at the door. *w--why are they staring at me*. you smiled awkwardly and waved your hand at them.

"hi?". the second you greeted, your former classmates cheered and some even ran to you and gave you hugs and pats. "y/n!! we missed you so much!" "y/n! you are finally home!" "welcome back!!" "how was school in Japan?".

"there there guys, y/n needs to sit first at least. your questions can wait. the evening is still young!". Yubi came to your rescue. you gave her a grateful smile. Yubi smiled back and hugged you tightly. "welcome back!!".

you caught up with your friends. some were working full time at big companies, some were getting engaged, some just finished their studies, like you. you were engrossed in your conversation when a word, or a name, from the table next to you caught your ear.

"Kang Hyungu, how many girlfriends have you had in uni? still a playboy aren't you?" one of the boys joked.

your hand curled up into a fist. you were about to shoot the other table a glare when the lady who dragged Hyungu earlier defended him.

"this guy? trust me, he never dated anyone after highschool. he focused on his studies and never looked at girls. he rejected everyone who confessed to him. i was shocked too, you know being his classmate in highschool and seeing his abrupt change in uni, a whole new experience."

your former classmates widened their eyes as they looked at Hyungu, who was eating silently. his composure was still as cool and cold as ever.

"you are kidding !! he couldn't even be single for a week back then! what do you mean he never dated after highschool?".

the lady, Ara, nodded her head and sighed. "i don't know who broke his heart so bad he didn't even want to date or befriend other girls. that's why i'm stuck to his side." Ara explained and knocked Hyungu's head. Hyungu pouted and rubbed his head as he looked up.

after eavesdropping the conversation, you were surprised too. you turned to look into the direction of his table and saw his pouty face. you gulped. "cute..." you mumbled and quickly turned away when the both of you accidentally made your second eye contact for today.

you almost forgot he was your former classmate too, of course he would be here. you were just too busy with your close friends that you didn't realise his presence earlier.

from your peripheral vision, you sensed Hyungu still staring at you. after a few seconds, you finally let out the breath you were holding in unconciously when you see him turn his head away.

"bye bye y/n!! see you again soon!!" Yubi bid you goodbye as her boyfriend came to pick her up. you waved back at her and waited by the entrance for your ride.

"y/n?". you felt your head tingled as you heard a familiar gentle voice calling your name. you looked up from your phone only to be greeted by none other than Kang Hyungu.

"Hyu--Hyungu... it's been a while". you managed to breathe out.

Hyungu gave a small smile and nodded.

it was awkward. after all, you separated on bad terms and never contacted each other ever since.

Hyungu moved closer to you. his expression looked sad yet happy.

"can i hug you?". Hyungu suddenly asked. you bit your lips. you hesitated before nodding slightly. letting him hug you won't hurt, right?

wrong.

when his arms wrapped around you, your emotions from 4 years ago surged up again. his gentle yet tight hug. his warm scent. his soft face buried into the crook of your neck.

you were frozen. everything was too overwhelming.

"i mis--" Hyungu's words were interrupted when someone called out your name.

you snapped out of your zone and gently pulled yourself away from Hyungu. Hyungu let you go hesitantly as he wiped his teary eyes and looked at the person who called your name.

"ah Harin!! did you wait for long?" you approached the person earlier and patted his shoulder. Harin shook his head and looked at Hyungu.

you thought it was only right to introduce them to each other. "Harin, this is my former classmate, Kang Hyungu, and Hyungu, this is Ju Harin, we went to the same university". Hyungu gulped and bowed slightly towards Harin.

"ni--nice to meet you. thank you for taking care of y/n! i--i should excuse myself now.". Hyungu said as he quickly left you and Harin. Harin shrugged his shoulders and led you to his car.

~

it had been so long since you came back home, you finally had the time to walk around your neighbourhood. you realised that in the span of 4 years, alot of things could change. you continued walking in the homey streets until you reached your favourite bookshop. you smiled widely and quickly entered it. you were happy the shop was still there.

your body automatically brought you over to the comics section. you enjoyed all sorts of genres but comics were your stress reliever. your eyes widened at some new collections.

"ooh, this one looks interesting". you mumbled as you picked up the new crime comic. "that one is good, you should read it". you jumped at the sudden voice beside your ear.

you quickly turned to your side. Hyungu backed away abit and gave a cheeky smile.

"wh-what are you doing here?". you asked abit too loud than usual because you were shocked. Hyungu blinked and chuckled with a pfft.

"i am here to buy some books, then i saw you looking at that good comic so i decided to greet you. yo!".

you nodded awkwardly and wanted to walk away but Hyungu's words stopped you.

"you know, i can suggest you other new good comics that will surely suit your taste!". you bit your lip and shook your head. "it's okay, i just wanted to look around. thanks for your offer". you bowed and quickly walked away.

Hyungu watched your back moved away from him. his shoulders dropped as he pouted. *did i scare her away?* he thought as he went to the cashier to pay for his books.

you felt blood rushing to your face as you exited the shop. you totally forgot that Hyungu also regularly visits that shop. heck, it used to be one of the places where you always went to during your dates.

despite his bad boy image, Hyungu was surprisingly an avid reader. he always had the best recommendations. you were tempted by his offer but you thought it was weird to suddenly be close again with him.

your mood was abit down after the encounter as old memories came flooding back to your mind. *ah, i thought 4 years were enough to forget about him. but meeting him twice right after coming back like this is not helping at all* you thought as you walked back home.

~

you tapped your foot on the ground, following the rythm of the song that you were listening to as you waited for Harin in the mall.

you planned to meet up at 2pm but he was abit late so you waited for him inside since the weather was hot.

"we meet again!" you heard as you felt one of your earpiece being pulled out softly. you jumped and turned only to be greeted by none other than, you guessed it, Kang Hyungu.

you frowned and took out your other earpiece. "at this rate, i feel like you're stalking me". Hyungu chuckled and shook his head. "no no, i was here since morning, i had some stuff to do, and then i saw you here alone".

"i'm actually waiting for Harin. ugh why is he so late? i'm hungry.."

when he heard the name, Hyungu's smile was gone. his current expression was unreadable. "oh, well then, i will wait here with you". you let Hyungu be as you scanned the crowd for Harin.

"how was Japan?".

"it was great and refreshing. school was okay too, abit hard but i survived. how about you? you graduated from uni too right recently?". Hyungu nodded.

"i started working at the music shop here, today is actually my off day but i had to fix some things so yeah.."

your mouth turned into an "O" shape as you heard him. he was very interested and quite talented in music back in highschool, it was not a surprise for him to pursue something related to music.

Hyungu saw a familiar face among the crowd. "oh there's H--" he cut his own words when he saw a lady beside Harin, her arm linked with Harin's.

*he is late because he is with another girl? he is cheating on y/n at the place that they're meeting up at?? how dare he?* Hyungu thought as he tried to block your view from Harin. *i gotta protect y/n*.

"yo y/n!! y/n?" Hyungu heard Harin's voice but he still stood in front of you, blocking Harin from seeing you.

you frowned and gently pushed Hyungu aside. "oh Harin! you are finally here!!!" you slapped Harin's arm and quickly turned to the lady beside him.

"Dani!!! you are here too!" you greeted and hugged the lady. Dani hugged you back and passed something to you. "i'm sorry,,, i misplaced the souvenier i bought you so Harin had to search for it with me, that's why we were late.". you cooed at Dani and patted her head. "aww it's okay, thank you for the gift!".

Hyungu looked at the scene with a confused look. you finally remembered him being there and introduced him to Dani. "Dani, this is Hyungu, my former highschool classmate, Hyungu, this is Dani, my former housemate back in Japan!".

Hyungu frowned. *Harin is cheating on y/n with her former housemate?!?!*.

"oii mr boyfriend, where are we going to eat at?". Dani turned to Harin and asked.

Hyungu's eyes widened. *huh???huh???*

"you and y/n are not dating each other?" Hyungu blurted out as he pointed towards you and Harin.

you and Harin looked at each other and shivered in disgust at the same time. "never!! why would you even think that?!" you asked. Harin quickly wrapped his arm around Dani and shook his head. "Dani is the only one for me".

"then why did he pick you up the other night?".

you bursted a pfft, Hyungu's face was hilarious. he was furious and confused at the same time.

"the three of us had plans after my dinner, so Harin picked me up. Dani was in the car too. Harin, being the gentleman he is, volunteered to escort me personally to the car".

Dani couldn't help but laugh too. you were the one who introduced her to Harin anyways, it was funny to think that someone misunderstood Harin and your relationship.

"ok that aside, let's go eat, i'm so hungryy" you whined and linked your arms with Harin and Dani. Hyungu's eyes twitched when he saw how comfortable you were with Harin.

"Hyungu should join us too!! the more the merrier!" Dani invited Hyungu. Hyungu was about to reject but seeing your flustered expression, he quickly accepted the invitation. he kind of missed seeing this side of you.

you ended up walking beside Hyungu while the lovely couple led the way to Harin's recommended restaurant.

the walk was quiet between the two of you. Hyungu felt abit guilty for being selfish, he accepted the invitation, totally ignoring your feelings.

"if you don't want me to join, i can back away now." Hyungu said. you quickly shook your head and unconciously tugged his sleeve. "i don't mind.. please join us". Hyungu grinned at your response. "alright, i will stay".

as you arrived at the restaurant, Dani excused herself to the bathroom. you decided to help Harin with the orders while Hyungu reserved a table for the four of you. the other reason you volunteered to help was so that you didn't have to be alone with Hyungu.

Dani came back from the bathroom and went to Hyungu. "oh y/n is helping Harin? then i will sit here and chat with you!".

Hyungu gave a small smile. he was still abit awkward around other girls if he was alone. "Hyungu, you like y/n don't you?" Dani attacked with an innocent smile.

Hyungu was taken aback but nodded anyways. like was an understatement. you were in his mind every second for the whole 4 years, meeting you once again made his dull world colourful again.

Dani giggled and poked Hyungu's arm. "you are so obvious. don't worry, i will help you!" Dani winked and quickly backed away when you and Harin came with your food. Hyungu pursed his lips into a thin line. he didn't know what Dani was up to.

you sat beside Dani, acrossed from Hyungu. you focused on your food and Dani, trying your best not to stare at the handsome Hyungu.

"so y/n, do you have anyone you like now?" Dani randomly asked you. your hand paused from picking up food for abit before chuckling awkwardly. "hahaha what a question, Dani. hmm i don't think i like anyone now". you swore your voice was trembling.

Dani smirked slightly at your response and was about to turn to Hyungu when Harin chirped into the conversation. "eh? how about that Jungwoo guy? don't you have a crush on him?".

you gulped as you felt your whole face became warm. "Ju-Jungwoo? he is cute, but i just admire him from afar. i don't like like him..."

Harin raised an eyebrow. "really? then why are you so emba--" his words were cut off when Dani kicked his leg under the table. she signalled him towards Hyungu and widened her eyes as if saying "have some sense Ju Harin!!". Harin pouted and continued eating his food.

there was definitely tension between you and Hyungu now. Dani tried to lighten up the mood with another topic as her plan A failed. she really wanted to help Hyungu.

after the meal, you and Harin started discussing some matters related to your future job, which was the main agenda for today's meet up. you switched seats with Dani so that you were opposite of Harin.

Dani called out Hyungu's name softly. "sorry for earlier. i just wanted to help but Harin interrupted. anyway, i'm gonna move to plan B later." Hyungu frowned and glanced at you and Harin who were engrossed in the discussion before leaning closer to the table. "what exactly are you planning??". Hyungu whispered.

Dani smirked and whispered her ideas. Hyungu listened carefully and processed her words. "so, what do you think?" Hyungu slowly nodded, agreeing to her plan.

it was finally time to separate. while Harin and Dani were going back by car, your house was just a walking distance from the mall.

"oh! Hyungu, do you have anything after this? why don't you walk y/n home?"

you almost choked on your own saliva and quickly shook your head. "i-i can go home by myself". Hyungu patted your head and gave a big smile. "i can, no, i want to walk you home!".

you sighed in defeat and nodded. "fine then. thanks Harin and Dani for today! and i'll email you the file later, Harin." Harin nodded and bid you goodbye before leaving with Dani.

you looked at Hyungu and pointed your finger awkwardly to the direction that you were going to. Hyungu walked beside you in silence. you too walked quietly, selfishly enjoying the warmth of his company.

"it feels like we are back to highschool days where i always walk you home". Hyungu started.

you just listened, not responding to his words. "we should go visit the bookshop again together one day. i remember how you would always frown slightly when you read the description of some comics, not because you hated them, but you actually loved them that your expressions couldn't be controlled. also the little pout when the volume you wanted was sold out and we have to either go to another shop or buy them online. oh and remember when--"

"that was all 4 years ago, Hyungu. can we not talk about it anymore?" you said with a slight firmness in your voice.

Hyungu paused for abit before chuckling. "for these 4 years, i've been trying to think of what you meant by me having fun with another girl that's why i was late" your fists curled into a fist as you felt your head become heavy.

"i really like you, y/n. i was serious about our relationship back then. you changed me, you were the only one that i like, i never look at other girls when i started dating you. i was hurt when you said those things to me. i really didn't understand"

you stopped in your tracks as you faced Hyungu with teary eyes. he really dared to lie to you even after 4 years?

you were about to hit his chest but he grabbed your wrist. "i finally figured it out".

~4 years ago~

Hyungu ensured that he had wrapped the big box of gifts for you properly. he carried the box carefully and walked down the staircase towards your classroom.

it was a bit difficult for him to see what was in front due to the box and Hyungu accidentally bumped into someone. he panicked for abit and quickly hugged the box to his body tightly.

"sorry, i didn't see you there!" Hyungu apologised.

the person he bumped into also apologised. "ah Hyungu? sorry! i was in a rush. oh no your hair! are you meeting anyone now?".

Hyungu's hair was a bit out of place after bumping into Ara. "is it bad? i'm meeting my girlfriend!" Hyungu asked, worried about his appearance. he wanted to look his best for you.

Ara reached out her hand to help but Hyungu leaned away. "it's okay, i can do it by myself".

Ara rolled her eyes and flicked Hyungu's forehead. "yeah but you can't see yourself, i can. here squat down abit, you have to look extra handsome for you girlfriend! after bumping into you, the least i could do is help you look presentable".

Hyungu hesitated but squatted for abit and tilted his head for Ara to help. Ara fixed Hyungu's hair and patted his hair for the last step.

"all done! now go impress your pretty girlfriend!"

Hyungu grinned cheekily at the thought of you and thanked Ara before heading towards the classroom.

and that was when the harsh break up happened.

~

a tear fell down your face as you finished listening to his explanation.

"it was all just a misunderstanding! and i totally understand you, i should have been more careful. i really really like you, y/n. i was sincere for all those months. you heard Ara the other day right? i didn't date anyone at all after you. thoughts about you occupied my mind 24/7. i wanted to reach out to you but.. you blocked me on all platforms. i came to your house a few times but your mother said you didn't want to meet anyone. the next time i visited, you already went to Japan. i tried asking your close friends on how to contact you but, they didn't like me so they didn't help me at all. they said i didn't deserve to talk to you anymore because i hurt you. so i waited for fate to bring us back together. and that night, when i saw your face after so long, i felt so happy".

more tears flowed down your face. Hyungu wiped them away with his thumb as he felt himself tearing up too.

"i'm..... i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm sorry" was all you managed to say to Hyungu as you started sobbing into his chest. Hyungu hugged you as he rubbed your back.

"can we go back to our happy moment, y/n? i missed you so much." Hyungu whispered as he sniffed.

you pulled yourself away from Hyungu and rubbed your eyes before cupping Hyungu's face with one of your hands. you carressed his face gently with your thumb and shook your head.

"that was all 4 years ago, Hyungu. we can never go back to those happy time. things aren't the same anymore"

Hyungu frowned and leaned into your palm. "then we can start over. things don't have to be the same. i just want to be with you again".

you let his face go. "my feelings for you are not the same anymore, Hyungu. how can we start over if my heart is already closed?"

"you're lying." Hyungu said as his voice trembled.

you chuckled bitterly. "i'm sorry for hurting you Hyungu. i really am. i just, want to focus on building up my career now. i was offered a job back at Japan and i don't want to lose this opportunity. i can't afford to be distracted by relationships. i can't accept your feelings like how i accepted them in highschool. i have other commitments to focus on now. i'm...sorry"

Hyungu clutched onto his chest as he felt nothing but pain in his heart.

you slowly walked away from Hyungu but was stopped by Hyungu's soft voice.

"i won't disturb you anymore but i just want to know one thing. do you hate me?".

you gulped and took a deep breath before turning around to look at his pained face.

"of course not, Hyungu. i will never hate you."

Hyungu gave a small smile despite tears falling down his face non-stop.

"thank you y/n".

you turned away as your feet quickly led you back to your house. you ran up to your room and locked your door before breaking down fully.

you buried your face in between your knees as your sobs echoed in the room.

*you don't deserve to talk to me? i'm the ONE who doesn't deserve to talk to you, Hyungu* you thought.

Hyungu was so gentle and kind to you, he loved you so much but just because of your insecurity, you ruined everything.

you didn't even let him explain things back then and said hurtful words to him. and yet he continued liking you and wanting to clear up the misunderstanding even after years of not meeting each other.

you didn't deserve such a kind person. you didn't deserve his love. you were embarrassed to even face Hyungu now after knowing the truth.

you hated yourself for again escaping from reality. you contacted Harin, asking for the job process to be quickened.

*this will make me forget about him. this will help me forget about him* you chanted and fell asleep from the exhaustion of crying and from the pain in your heart for lying to Kang Hyungu.

.

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a/n: how was it? haha i hope yall enjoyed the roller coaster ride!

[jungstruly]

Stupid Cupid || 01

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You’ve ought to believe that you have a curse when it comes to love after a handful of disastrous dates, but when a certain baseball captain Lucas Wong finally looked your way, you were done with having that curse. The little love God can fuck himself anyways.

Or where in,

Best friend Haechan’s playing cupid and doing cupid’s dirty work behind your back to drive away your potential lovers all because of a pinky promise the both of you shared during high school. It’s only a matter of time until he blows his cover off. Until then, the stupid little cupid’s crazy plan to stop you from falling in love will be his top priority.

Genre || Rom-com, fuff, crack, slice of life, angst in the future, Uni!AU, Baseball!AU, Band!AU

Pairings || Business student /bassist!Donghyuck x Architecture student!Reader x Engineering student/baseball captain!Lucas (A side of Nursing student!Jeno, Business student!Renjun and Engineering student!Hendery)

Word Count || 3.6k

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PART ONE

   “I think we need to call an ambulance.” 

Jeno was quick to his feet. He even pushed Renjun off of his seat just so he could get out of the cafe’s booth. Within a few seconds, the nursing student was beside Haechan, trying to get his pulse. You and Renjun shared a nervous look as he tried to look for his phone, only to be startled by a loud laugh.

“Hyuck,” you gasped when Jeno gave the unconscious boy in your arms a loud forehead flick. “You’re not tricking anyone here buddy.”

All three pairs of eyes were on Donghyuck before his shoulder shook with laughter. Huffing in annoyance, you inched your face closer to his to get a better look. His eyes finally fluttered open. A huge grin was plastered on his lips. 

Donghyuck’s laughter died down the moment he saw how close you were to him. He finally smiled softly, admiring your features up close. You were friends with him for too long, far too long to the point of memorizing each other’s curves, bumps and scratches. Donghyuck couldn’t help but to crane his head up just to get a better view of your face. He finds it amazing how he still gets mesmerized by your beauty each passing day. 

“Gotcha,” You felt his fingers pinched your nose. Rolling your eyes, you pushed him off of you before scooting away from him.

“You’re an asshole. You know that?” You scowled, completely annoyed by his crazy antics. 

He leaned back on his seat, looking at you with a playful grin. “That I am aware of. Thank you for reminding me.”

Donghyuck’s remark only made you groan in irritation. You gave him a final glare as you leaned on the window away from him. Renjun only chuckled in amusement the moment he saw him leaned his head on your shoulder, standing up to let Jeno back to his seat.

“Whipped nation rise.”

“Shut up or I won’t recheck your homework.”

Jeno shook his head. His heart rate went back to normal. He removed his glasses to wipe the dirt off, staring outside the window to let his eyes rest. It was quite hard to recognize people without his prescription glasses but he was a hundred percent sure that someone waved at him outside. Jeno quickly wore his glasses again. He waved excitedly to the boy outside, obviously forgetting about your previous conversation.

“Hey Hyuck, isn’t that Lucas Wong who beat your ass last training?” The boy outside was still waving with such enthusiasm as if he saw an old friend. 

Your head whipped to your side, only to widen your eyes as you do a double take. It was indeed a small world. What are the odds of your happy crush being acquaintances with one of your best friends? Too little but the universe seemed to be on your side. You tried to sit back straightly, hands flying to your hair in an attempt to brush it back to look presentable. You can’t help but to let your eyes linger on the tall and handsome guy. His smile was charming and infectious that it made you unconsciously mirror him. Your eyes caught the dark blue polo that he was wearing, acknowledging him as a part of the Engineering department.

You froze right there and then when his eyes met yours. You felt like you were about to explode because of the unexpected turn of events. Not wanting to be awkward, you gave him a shy smile. 

Oh dear, you felt like you were going to pass out when you saw him grin at you. His friends beside him saw what was happening so they playfully pushed him, teasing him as they walked towards the gate which was located beside Mama Lee’s cafe. You were right. Your happy crush was hella cute now that you’ve seen him just a few feet away from you. His large eyes and ears along with his charming smile and his well defined built burned at the back of your brain.

“I think he just waved hi to,” Jeno’s friendly smile didn’t falter just one bit as he turned back to all of you, only to be greeted by Donghyuck’s wide eyes that were shooting daggers at him. “Me.” 

Jeno giggled nervously, finally realizing the gravity of his actions. Renjun’s lips turned into a thin line, fighting his smile but he eventually gave up as he realized that his friend’s genuine friendliness can be a flaw. 

Jeno’s eyes caught a glimpse of your flustered state before making eye contact again with Donghyuck. “Oops.”

Donghyuck knew that his plan failed the moment Jeno mentioned Lucas’ name. Not wanting to waste his energy on his friend’s carelessness, he decided to roll with it. He hadn’t that much of a choice now, had he? Just like that, cupid Hyuck was back in action.

“Lucas Wong huh,” you whispered with a smile before facing Hyuck and punching his shoulder which earned a yelp from him. “Why didn’t you tell me that you knew him?”

“You didn’t ask?” He rubbed his shoulder.  “Besides, I’m not that quite fond of him. I heard a bunch of rumors and-”

You punched his arm again before you reached out and gave Jeno the same punch.

His hand immediately went to his shoulder. “What was that for?”

“Liars! You told me that the two of you aren’t going to be part of the baseball team this year!” Your eyes squinted at Renjun, pointing at him accusingly who was bringing his papers out from his bag. “Don’t tell me you know about this Injun?”

If there was something that Renjun acquired from being a part of the university’s debate team, it’ll be his quick thinking skill and his impeccable power of persuasion. Without batting an eyelash as he gets busy with his paperworks, he answered. “No clue. Don’t know this Lucas guy and I don’t really care.”

He was lying. Of course he knew about Lucas because Donghyuck was always ranting about him almost everyday. Renjun found it hilarious how Donghyuck managed to find something to nitpick on Lucas. The guy was actually decent if you were to ask him. He used to train with Lucas in debate workshops during the summer break before he decided to quit. He joined the baseball varsity team, only to be the captain a year after. 

“Good,” whipping your phone out, you decided to search for Lucas on instagram. “You guys will die if I find out that you’ve been lying to my face.”

Renjun shook his head in disbelief, sliding his homework to Donghyuck. “When did we ever lie to you Y.N?”

“Just now. “You deadpanned.” 

Donghyuck peered to your phone as he slid back Renjun’s paper after he corrected some numbers. Just what he expected, you were already scrolling through Lucas’ instagram profile with a smile on your lips. He cleared his throat before snatching your phone.

“I heard a lot of things about this guy.” He tried to start again, stretching his arm to push the phone away from your reach, “I heard he’s a player.”

Throughout the past three years, Donghyuck has devised three easy steps. This was the foolproof plan which drove away the boys who tried to make a move on you. Tested and proven to be successful, he believed he mastered this art. 

Step one: I heard a rumor...

Of course Donghyuck went around to do a small background check on this guy the moment you told him. He was prepared.

You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself up to grab your phone from him. “You always say that to every guy I like. I know what you’re doing.”

“I do?” Donghyuck chuckled in disbelief as he hid your phone behind his back. The apron was still tied to his waist.

“You do,” Jeno and Renjun answered in monotone, now preoccupied with their homeworks and review notes for their next class this afternoon to actually watch both of you play around. The boy beside you mumbled profanities under his breath before he held a finger in front of you, making you stop.

“He doesn’t do relationships. He’s down for a fling but once he feels that you’re starting to fall in love for real. Oh boy, he’ll leave you right away.” Donghyuck’s words didn’t faze your small crush on Lucas. Besides, what are rumors but baseless allegations, right? But there’s something in the way your best friend told you that made you doubt your image of Lucas.

Donghyuck’s eyes glinted in mischief the moment he saw you in deep thought, urging him to continue the first step of his plan. “Trust me, he used to date my classmate from international business agreements class. Poor her, bawling her eyes as we take the exam. They lasted for a month Y.N, a month!”

He was telling the truth though. Lucas used to date some of your batchmates. Donghyuck was just telling you the rumors that he heard circulating the university. That’s not being an asshole right? Besides, he just wanted to warn his best friend— at least that’s what he thought.

You slumped on your seat, glancing at the clock before mumbling under your breath. “Just give me back my phone please. It’s almost time for class.”

Donghyuck smiled in triumph as he returned your phone, ruffling your hair. “It’s near our building. Renjun and I will walk you there. Hm?”

“I don’t really have much of a choice.” You chuckled the moment Donghyuck’s apron caught your eye. “Do you really plan to go to class with an apron Hyuckie? C’mere,” 

He happily obliged as he showed you his back. His hand tightened his maroon necktie before wearing his black suit jacket once the apron was off. Renjun fixed his maroon necktie as well. His brows knitted in confusion as he tried to redo his answer on the paper. He finally huffed, standing up as he grabbed his black suit jacket. He stretched for a while. 

Jeno on the other hand neatly packed his study materials back to his Herschel backpack, straightening his white uniform as he finally got out of his seat.

You checked your reflection in the mirror as the four of you went to the counter to bid Mama Lee goodbye. Renjun was too fixated with his homework to actually notice his rolled up sleeve. You decided to fix it for him.

Donghyuck repetitively rang the counter bell. “Ma, we’re going already.”

Mama Lee wiped her hands on a hand towel as she got out of the kitchen. She groaned at his son who was playing around. “Oh stop it, will you?”

Her son walked beside her, pulling her into a tight embrace. Mama Lee couldn’t help but grin as Donghyuck gave her a big fat kiss on the cheek. If there’s one thing that you love about Donghyuck despite being a stubborn jerk, it was his loving and caring ass. He became someone you can lean on, a shoulder for you to cry on and a hand that holds your hand wherever you go. Donghyuck felt like home to you.

“Anyways,” Mama Lee hugged her son back. They both share the same eyes and smile, warm like the sun. “I’ll be going home early this Friday. I know you have the usual baseball practice ‘till 9pm just don’t stay out too late okay?”

Your hand let go of Renjun’s white sleeves as you stare at them in disbelief. “You have baseball practice every Friday?”

“No,” Donghyuck shook his head in panic, looking at his mother’s eyes.  “Ma, I think you’re confused. Renjun is the one who has a 9pm debate practice every Friday. Not me,”

“Oh dear, really?” The old lady looked taken aback. “But you and Jeno-”

“Coach has cancelled all our practices. Dunno when we’ll start training again.” Jeno decided to come up with an alibi just to make it up to Donghyuck. His heartbeat quickened but only to breathe a sigh of relief once Mama Lee chuckled.

“I must be getting old. Now,” she patted Donghyuck’s cheek before she pushed him out of the counter, “off to your class little rascal.”

You giggled at the nickname, shooting her a flying kiss as the four of you walked out of the door. “Thank you for the food Mama Lee!” 

“A pleasure dearie! Say hello to your mom for me!” 

A content smile was plastered on your lips, walking to your next class. Jeno waved goodbye before he crossed the street since the nursing building was on the other side of the campus, leaving you in the middle of the two business students. 

“Race to that tree. Loser buys everyone ice cream later!” You were about to open your mouth to scold Renjun and his childish antics but he went running away already. You saw Donghyuck shook his head beside you.

“What are we, kids?” He snickered in disgust before he bolted, in an attempt to catch up with Renjun. “Foul! You lil shit, that’s a head start!”    

You sprinted towards the tree while laughing. For that moment, you forgot about Lucas and how something was fishy about Jeno and Donghyuck’s baseball training schedule. You wanted to ask them about their training just to, you know, get a glimpse of Lucas Wong. Come on, it’s just a stupid little crush. It’s not like you’re going to catch his eye or something.

* * *

The whole week was already over before you knew it. Your tired heavy legs managed to get you to Mama Lee’s cafe alone. Renjun had his usual debate training while Jeno said that he would be studying with his classmates in the nearby McDonalds. Donghyuck on the other hand, told you that he would be on duty right now so he couldn’t hang out at your house tonight. He said that he would be working because he promised his mom that he would take over. So it was a surprise when you saw Mama Lee’s familiar back closing the store with no trace of Donghyuck.

“Mama Lee?” 

Her head turned to you, greeting you with a smile before she pulled you into an embrace. You curiously looked over her shoulder. “Where’s Hyuckie? He told me that he’ll be working tonight’s shift.”     

She waved her hand in front of you whilst laughing. “Donghyuck, that little rascal really is something else. It turns out, I was right all along.”

“Right about what?”

“Him and Jeno having baseball training!” Mama Lee squealed as she put the store keys inside her bag. “He texted me that he was joking before. That boy really made me question my memory. Jeno even played along. What are they up…”

The fact that they have been lying to your face that entire time made you annoyed. You hated it. The fact that they hid and didn’t even tell you that they got in the baseball team made you more pissed. With a tight smile, you waved goodbye to Mama Lee.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” you stopped in your tracks as she handed you Donghyuck’s neon green sports bottle. “Be a dear and give this to Hyuck. He always seems to forget his bottle every training.”  

Your fatigue wore off the moment you started marching angrily towards the baseball field. It was quite a walk but you could care less. Your fist tightly clenched on the bottle. The sun was starting to set. The large LED lights started to illuminate the wide baseball field, making it easier to find your two friends.

You were very much on time. The whole baseball team was hanging out on the bleachers. Donghyuck’s last name printed behind his back in dark bold letters along with his jersey number 66. The white striped baseball uniform made his lean legs more elongated. His body shook in laughter as he laughed along with his teammates. Jeno was nowhere to be found as you stormed towards them.

“Hey sixty-six!” You shouted at the top of your lungs, just a few feet away from them. Donghyuck has never whipped his head that fast. He gulped before chuckling nervously  as you came face to face with him. “Your mom told me to give this to you.” 

Out of anger, you shove his water bottle to his chest. Donghyuck staggered backwards, smiling sheepishly. The whole baseball team wolf whistled, obviously enjoying the whole drama unfolding right before their eyes. 

“Hello Y.N!” Mark Lee, who you often see in Donghyuck’s band practice because he plays the electric guitar waved at you excitedly. Not knowing what was happening since he just got there, Mark tried to walk towards you only to be dragged by his teammate to the bleachers who shot the both of you an apologetic look.

“Look I’m sorry, okay?” Donghyuck tried to reach out to you but you avoided his hands as if they were the plague. He pouted, trying to hug you. 

“Sorry your ass,” you swatted his hands away. “You and Jeno have been keeping a lot of things from me. The fact that I get to know the truth through other people makes me so mad. You know how pathetic that feels?” 

“I know, I know and I’m really sorry. I promise I won’t do it again.” Donghyuck gave you a sincere look as he stood in front of you. You crossed your arms. He found you really cute, especially when you’re angry. Donghyuck gave you a charming smile only to last for a while before you rolled your eyes at him, walking towards the bleachers where his teammates are eagerly watching the both of you. 

Donghyuck tugged your canvas bag, making you turn to him. “What can I do to make it up to you then?” 

You slowly smiled. “No more lying and,”

“And?” He urged you to continue. “Say it and I’ll do it Y.N. You have my word.”

“I get to watch your training and official matches!” You squealed, anger subsiding as you finally have the upper hand.

A groan left his mouth as he followed you to the bleachers. “Anything but that!”

Your eyes stared directly at him from where you were seated. Donghyuck squirmed in front of you. You leaned closer to him. His familiar cologne filled your senses. “Does Mark Lee know?”

“Know what?” He whispered, completely intrigued.

“That you were the one who broke the strings of his precious electric guitar last band prac-”

“Okay! Geez, okay!” Donghyuck’s sudden outburst gathered the whole team’s attention. Even Mark, who made eye contact with him. He gave everyone a sheepish smile before facing your smirking face. “You won this time Y.N”

“It’s called a hustle sweetie. I learned it from you.” You gave him a teasing kissy face in which he playfully rolled his eyes at. “Wait, where’s Jeno?”

Donghyuck jogged towards his teammates inside the field, leaving you with his sports bottle. “He went with uh, the captain to grab the baseball bats and gloves from the sports room. Gotta go!”

You nodded, making yourself comfortable in your seat. It was night time already. If it wasn’t for the field’s LED lights, you won’t be able to figure out who’s who inside the field. They were starting their usual warm up routine when you felt a warm hand tapping your shoulder.

“Excuse me,” you looked up, smiling at the stranger. He was wearing a dark blue polo from the engineering department. He ran his hand through his black hair before grinning at you. You must admit, this guy has a cute smile. 

“Is this seat taken?” His hand pointed to the seat beside you. “Are you taken? ‘Cause my friend is not taken yet.”

“By you,” The guy mumbled under his breath quietly. 

You chuckled in amusement, only getting the first part because he was talking so fast. His sudden request made you stare at him in fascination. There was no people sitting in the bleachers except you. Why would he even want to sit right beside you? Not wanting to be rude, you answered him with a smile. “You can sit beside me if you want. I’m watching my friends’ training.”

“Me too!” The raven haired boy sat beside you. “I’m Hendery by the way.”

“Y.N” You answered as your eyes watched Jeno jogging back to his teammates. “So Hendery, who are you with?”

He squinted his eyes, searching for his friend. “I don’t think he’s there yet but he’s jersey number one. How about you?”

“Number sixty-six and twenty-three.” You beamed proudly at him. 

Hendery pointed at someone in front with a grin. “Oh here he is!”    

Your mouth turned dry as you came face to face with the one and only, Lucas fucking Wong. You knew that you were bound to meet again just not this sooner. He was busy tucking his shirt in his white baseball trousers to actually notice that his friend had company.

“Can you hold on to my watch for awhile?” Lucas looked up, throwing his Rolex to Hendery beside you. He shyly smiled as he saw you. “Hi.”

You breathed out, cursing yourself for not dressing up more nicely. “Hi.”

Hendery caught his friend’s watch. Lucas chuckled to himself, scratching his nape in a shy manner. “I remember you. You’re...” 

Everything happened so fast. You didn’t get to hear what Lucas was saying when the ball went flying to your face. Out of reflex, you ducked but that didn’t save you from catastrophe. Your whole body lost balance as you slid down the metal bleachers. It all happened so fast that Hendery was too late to grab you from falling down. 

The next thing you knew, the whole baseball team hovered above you as your eyes slowly fluttered opened. The fall didn’t make your head spin. It was Lucas’ intoxicating cologne along with his large hands shaking your shoulders lightly. His face was just inches away from you as he called out your name. Whoever threw that ball was both a blessing and a curse.

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Upon request, here is a rec list of fics where Harry, Louis, or both boys come out during the course of the fic. We hope you enjoy! Happy reading.

1) Down On Your Knees, You Don’t Look So Tall | Explicit | 3445 words

Louis and Harry are friends, and best ones at that. Louis loves Harry more fiercely more than he's ever loved anyone, so he doesn't really have a problem with it when they start doing this thing. This wonderful, wonderful thing.

2) There’s Magic In This Life | Explicit | 7326 words

Harry comes out to the band as bisexual on a Tuesday.

3) Just Walk My Way | Explicit | 10271 words

Louis is a Victoria's Secret Angel, and Harry is the main act of the night.

4) End Of The World Tonight | Explicit | 12069 words

“You remember when you told me that you wanted to live with me for the rest of your life?” Louis asks. His voice trembles a bit, exposing exactly how much he hates what he’s about to do. How much he wishes that he wasn’t about to do it.

“I remember,” Harry says. His expression is a little lost, like he thinks that they’re about to have a fight and he’s not sure what they’re supposed to be fighting about. Louis closes his eyes because he has to, has to take a second to regain his courage. He can’t keep doing this. He can’t keep suffering, can’t keep killing himself trying to hide this. He’s ready. He’s been ready for a long time.

5) No Bleeding Hearts | Explicit | 12651 words

“I’m going to come out,” Louis says abruptly. His grip on the controller is tight, knuckles whitening. He doesn’t look at Harry when he says it.

“What?” Harry says. Louis sucks in a breath through his teeth.

“When we re-negotiate our contracts. I’m going to come out.” Harry fumbles with the controller and manages to set it down on coffee table without cracking it in half.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Harry says. Louis is still pointedly not looking at him.

“I’m not having this argument with you again, Harry,” Louis tells him. He leans forward and deposits his own controller on the table beside Harry’s before standing up. “I’m gonna go to the hotel.”

6) One More For The Stars | Mature | 16099 words

It's different, and Louis knows that, because Harry's got so much riding on this - a career and a future and his whole life. There's talk of him going first overall in the draft, of entering the NFL after only two years in college, of going to New York or Seattle or Green Bay, and Louis wants to be there for him, wants to support him and help him make decisions, but he also kind of wants to pin him to the bed and cry and scream, What about me what about me what about me?

7) Then We Talk Slow | Explicit | 20493 words

A famous/non-famous AU in which Louis banters back and forth with his new record company on Twitter, only to find out that Harry is the man behind the tweets.

8) Monsters At Home | Explicit | 21566 words

High School!AU. Everyone's eyes are on Harry, the beautiful, charming new student. Harry's only got eyes for the school golden boy: football captain Louis Tomlinson, whose homophobic father complicates matters a bit.

9) Brooklyn Saw Me | Explicit | 28537 words

In the cold and unforgiving city of New York, Louis doesn't have a home and Harry wants to give him one. But as their heartstrings become increasingly intertwined, and the snow continues to fall, home is getting harder and harder to find.

10) If Ignorance Be Bliss | Mature | 30429 words

Uni AU: Harry is too experienced, and Louis just wants to get to experience him.

11) Something Great | Explicit | 31064 words

In which a coincidence, instagram, a party, a piano and a planned coming out all come together to make two people fall in love. As it happens, it turns out to be a rather effective combination.

12) What Our Souls Were Meant To Do | Mature | 34106 words

All Harry’s father wants is for his son to marry as soon as possible and give their family another heir. All Harry wants to do is fall in love.

13) And Touch Me Like You | Explicit | 35971 words

The one where Harry and Louis agree to be each other's New Year's kiss and it ends up being a lot more than they bargained for.

14) The Reason Is You | Mature | 37429 words

Louis is running out of time to find a summer job. His best friend offers him one that promises early mornings, late nights, long hours, and the best people he'll ever meet. Lucky for Louis, one of those people is Harry Styles.

15) The Sun Will Rise With My Name On Your Lips | Explicit | 37927 words

When Eleanor breaks up with Louis he finds it hard to keep pretending that Harry isn’t what he’s wanted since the day he first met him.

16) We’ll Get It Right In The End. | Explicit | 53612 words

Harry Styles is what the media is currently revolving around. He's young, he's attractive and apparently good at everything. A singer song-writer and the new face of Captain America soon encounters himself amidst a problem when he finds himself falling for the person he's not supposed to, an elite professional escort, Louis Tomlinson.

17) Cameras Flashing | Explicit | 81733 words

With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.

Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.

As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?

18) Electing Strange Perfections | Explicit | 84757 words

Back for the summer from university, 19-year-old Louis is faced with a massive problem: their new gardener is quite possibly the most gorgeous man he's ever met. Over the course of the summer, Louis and a 25-year-old Harry will learn that love can be found where you least expect it.

19) Here In The Afterglow | Not Rated | 88659 words

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

20) For Reasons Wretched and Divine | Explicit | 94655 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Ten years ago, Harry Styles was just a nerdy kid with one friend and a debilitating crush on the captain of his school’s football team. He thought the stars were smiling down on him the day he and Louis Tomlinson were paired for their end-of-term Literature project. But because Harry’s life is decidedly not a fairytale, the budding friendship quickly leads to the least happy ending of all time.

Now, Harry Styles is a household name. Barely twenty-seven with two Grammy nominations to his name, the singer-songwriter is poised to take the music industry by storm with his highly anticipated third album. So, what happens when the best producer in the business is also the only person Harry’s vowed never to speak to again?

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I just take one request so I'll go with modern one!

Sabito x Reader (Domestic ModernAU) (Slight NSFW warning)

Being Sabito's childhood friend means knowing almost all of the behaviours and habits, and so does Sabito. And when he finally confess to you after both of you graduated from High School, you were so happy because you've been waiting for this moment.

Being in the same university made it more easier for him to reach you out. Sabito proposed you to live in his apartment until both of you graduated and you happily accepted it.

He called this, 'A simulation before the real one.'

"What real one?"

"Marrying you." He winked. Damn, that's smooth please shut up.

And now, you and Sabito were in 3rd year.

When Sabito woke up in the morning, he will just play with your hair until you wake up by yourself.

"Mm... Morning, Sabito. Playing with my hair again?"

"Hm."

"If you're awake, wake me up too, geez."

"I can stare at your stupid face for hours."

"Seriously, what is that for."

You raised your body from your bed and stretched out, planning what breakfast you should make. Both of his arms snatched your hips.

"I'll make breakfast, you should get ready first. Your project will start at 8 right?" Sabito mumbled.

"Um yeah." You yawned, caressing his messy hair. "Thank you."

Today, the role reversed. He's the one who wore apron while flipping eggs and you helped him with the tables and coffees after done with your clothings.

"Sabito, you make lunch too?" You peeked from his shoulder. "Uwah, the legendary bear-shaped onigiri rice."

"Yeah, after you finished on your project, let's eat them together."

You usually went to uni with him, but this time, you'll go first.

"Why are you wearing scarf?" He crossed his arms, standing in front of the door, while escorting you to outside.

"You dare to question why?" With embarrassing and mad face, you revealed some hickies on your crooks. "Whose fault is this?"

"My bad." He raised his hand while smugly smiling.

"Grr..." You grabbed both of his shoulder, tip-toed and planted kiss on his neck, leaving red marks. "Fufu, fair play."

"Ugh.."

"Bye Sabito!" After another quick peck landed on his lips, you finally headed out to your university. He covered his reddened face with his palm, swearing that he will revenge you.

Like usual, you ate lunch with Sabito and your other childhood friends, Giyuu and Makomo at the mini park.

"You know, (y/n). The other day, Sabito was sleeping in the class and he called your name!" Makomo giggled. "I got the video!"

"Whaaat, show me, show me!"

"Wait, Makomo!!"

Being university student means both of you don't really much time to meet, but you always made sure to pay Sabito a visit on his kendo club activity.

But Sabito didn't want you to sat near his kendo friends, because of constant eyeing from the boys and death-glaring from the girls.

Nah, it's just his natural jealousy. You didn't really mind about them anyway, you just wanted to see him training.

"Why can't I sit with them? I want to befriend with your manager too."

"No. Just no."

"....I'll go home then."

"Wait, no! I'll lost my morality!!"

"THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?"

So, here you are, seeing his training at second floor. When your eyes met with his, you grinned and smiled while waving your hand.

"Fight, Sabito!"

Then he waved back, making peace sign. That some sort of morale make him more brutal while swishing his wooden sword towards his team.

Sabito probably looked soft and all but he's really become fierce when it comes to other people. But apparently, this didn't apply to you.

He wanted to make sure that you got enough attention from him, even though both of you were busy.

So, dating-days is all of your choices. You're the one who decided where do you want to go.

He likes to take your picture from behind on dates and send it on InstaStory

"With (y/n), lol she's smol." "Bby would deadass fall into that water fountain." "Love it when she said 'Chimkin nugget'"

And please do not question about how he made long ass threads on his pinned Twitter, all contained about you and your photos.

You also have your own habit, like slipping your hand inside his hoodies' pocket, ran with your hand pulling his shirt while showing him something interesting, accidentally stepping on his back shoes.

Sabito literally loses his mind when he can't find your figure behind him while both of you walking, but he stayed cool and started looking for you. This is just your another behaviour when dating, but still, gave him heart attack.

Until he saw hands of yours waving on the air, the method he taught to you in case you lose him.

"Again?!"

"Sorry, I got distracted by the student disc- awawawawa." He pinched your cheek. You grabbed his hand while whining in protest.

"Tell me if you wanted to go somewhere, stupid!"

Dates will be always ended with shopping for 1 week-stocks

Sabito never let you bring a single groceries bag and often snatched it from you even though you said you wanted to carry half of them.

"What kind of man who let girl bringing these much?"

Both of you knew how to handling with eachother's moods.

One day, you slammed the door after a shitty day.

"He-"

You just ignored him and went straight to your shared room, slamming down your whole body onto the bed.

Sabito immediately knew that you're in super bad mood, so he prepared hot tea and your favourite snacks, bringing them to bedroom.

He lifted your body, and positioned yourself between his lap, rolling you around and making you hugged his body. After that, he will read books or played with your phones while caressing your back, letting you stay in silence until you started to tell what made you upset today.

Or, when he's the one who stressed, he will say nothing while hugging you from behind and put his head on your shoulder.

"Care to spill?"

"..."

"Okay, then. Anytime you ready." You'll do your usual activity inside the house with he clinging onto you, regaining energy by claimed that it's called 'recharging'.

Day-off like Saturday and Sunday is the most precious day. Well, not really, just doing a normal bunch of what couple would do in the apartment.

Also, he's literally... Your mom.

"Hang it here!" "How many times do I had to tell you to not put your pants and shirts on the chair?" "Don't forget turn off the water." "You haven't cook the rice? Geez, I almost done with the other foods!" "Your bra, missy. I really have an issue with that if you carelessly put them in the living room. What if someone's barge in?"

"I don't think someone will barge in unless they're thief, Sabito."

Not to mention how he forced and dragged you all the way down on Sunday to jogging and running.

"Ok, one more lap!"

"Wha-?! Didn't you just say that this is the last?"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Bathing together after long one day? Sure! But please bear with his groping on your breast when you bathe in with him on the tub.

"I'm not groping, I massage them. They said it will grow bigger."

"...where did you hear that. Also, I'm insulted, you know."

"Hmm, I don't really care but isn't it more-"

"Shut up, you pervert!" You splashed water onto his face.

Other affections like kissing and cuddling were done when both of you about to go to bed. He didn't kiss you outside the house because he wanted to feel the simple intimacy from you.

He usually offered you 'pillow-hand' when you're about to sleep or when you still wanted to talk to him with his feet cuddling yours under the blankets.

"The scar..." You slowly dragged your finger at the reddish mark from mouth to ear. "...If I'm not so stupid to go near the wild dog when we were 10, you probably don't have-"

"How many times do I have to tell you that this is not your fault?" He pressed his temple onto yours. "It was my decision to protect you, this scar is also my responsibility."

"But, I'm still not-"

"Oh, but if you kissed my scar everyday, it probably helps."

"You just wanted to be kissed, do you?" You slowly smacked his head while giggling.

"Yeah, maybe? Just- don't think about it anymore. It's all in the past." He butterfly-kissed your nose, telling you to sleep afterwards.

"Umm, can you pat my back?"

"If it made you at ease, sure." He started to move his hand, dragged his palm on your back.

Now, this is new. He didn't know you like it when he caressed your back.

Even though both of you have been together for a long time, Sabito is still eager to discover other real side of you more, so please be prepared.

[kalypsichor]

five’s a crowd [ beatles x reader ] part seven

summary: You’re not jealous of the fact that girls on Tinder love George, you’re not. John may or may not be sexually attracted to metaphors. Paul may or may not have a professor kink. Ringo is just vibin’ like always. Gigi Hadid terrorizes your dreams. Oh, and y’all finally get the McLennon sandwhich you asked for.

warnings: 2k words of the usual bullshit, some english major bashing, actually it’s just john bashing ( sorry @spaceyantique​ ), i love english majors, and miscommunication babey!

masterlist and parts one | two | three | four | five | six

i’m writing this draft at 3 am. it’s a new low for me. oh, and the poem mentioned in geo’s tinder is lyrics from ‘for you blue’

“Well, it is a flattering picture.”

You have to agree with Ringo. The two of you are perched on the couch, peeking over George’s shoulder at the Tinder profile. John and Paul are sharing the armchair, snickering at something. Probably another scheme. Bastards…

The photo is the one John had snapped a few days ago of George in the kitchen. He’s got this brilliant smile on his face, just having taken his first warm shower in weeks, and he’s gloriously naked from the belly button up. It’s a little blurry, but it captures George’s happiness—though you privately think that no picture could ever really do the boy justice. Take that, stupid Tinder girls.

“‘George.’” Ringo reads the bio out loud. “‘Twenty-one. Majoring in horticultural science, looking for a girl to put the ‘ho’ into it.’ This is terrible,” he says rather gleefully. George turns around and gives his friend a betrayed look.

“You missed the best bit. ‘I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you. You looked at me, that’s all you had to do.’ What’s that?”

George goes stock still. Slowly, his head turns to John and you swear you can hear it creak like a door hinge.

“You.” The word shakes from his throat with a quiet rage. “You looked through mY DIARY???”

“YOU HAVE A DIARY?” Ringo screeches. Paul has the common sense to look a little frightened, but his boyfriend, who borrows a brain cell from Paul from time to time, does not.

“You write beautiful poetry, George,” John croons, and you have to physically hold George down to keep him from tackling the dumbass. Paul, getting flashbacks to the Shower Debacle, shudders.

You, on the other hand, are trying to wrap your head around the bio. Poetry? About who? That didn’t sound like it was about just anybody. Lucky girl, your mind hisses. Or boy. You immediately try recalling every single time George has brought up a classmate. Your brain sputters a bit and spits out an answer to one of the questions you’d skipped on your first midterm yesterday. Except now it’s fucking useless, isn’t it????

Ringo speaks, bringing you out of your downward spiral into insanity. “Hey, the app says you’ve got a match.”

Frowning, George taps on the notification. “But I haven’t even looked at anyone’s profile.”

“I did you a favor and swiped right a couple o’ times,” John says. George groans—no, the sound does not turn you on a little—and hangs his head forward. By ‘a couple,’ John must’ve meant a couple hundred, because George’s phone is blowing up. The only thing keeping George from hurtling the phone right into John’s smarmy little meerkat grin so hard that he shits pieces of it out for weeks is your hand on him. The warmth of it is radiating out from his shoulder to his chest and sweeping down to his toes. When you take your hand away a few seconds later, thinking it had overstayed its welcome, George has to try very hard not to sigh.

“This one is cute,” Ringo comments. The notification had read ‘Maureen Super Likes You!’ and the phone screen is now showing a pretty brunette, around your age, smiling up at George.

“Yeah, well, I’m not interested.”

He didn’t say she wasn’t cute.

“Wait, wait!” John scrambles out of his armchair, nearly pushing Paul off in the process. George’s thumb pauses where it’s hovering over the ‘delete’ button for the app. “Come on, Geo. You haven’t gone out in years. Like, since high school. Since… since…”

“Pattie,” Ringo says. You and Ringo hadn’t known the other three in high school, but, as always, he was good with names.

Pattie? George has never mentioned a Pattie...

“Yeah, Pattie!” John lights up. You wish people would stop saying her name. “Pattie Boyd. Man, she was a catch… I still remember her blonde hair. And those long legs. She looked like, uh… who’s that model?”

“Bridget Bardot.” Ringo, again.

Paul is mirroring the sour look on your face, though he obviously has a better reason for it.

“No, who the fuck is that? I meant Gigi Hadid. Isn’t that why you dated her?”

“She did not/” George protests. “And no, John, unlike some people, I care about more than just looks.”

At this point, Paul looks as though he’s about to cry. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m more than looks, aren’t I?”

“I didn’t mean you, obviously.” But George’s words are lost under John, who leaps back into the armchair and coos at his boyfriend.

“Macca, you know I love you for more than your looks. You’ve got that big old brain, and you’re the best artist in this whole school… it’s just a bonus you’re so pretty too.”

Paul seems satisfied by this. Stupid fucking English major. John could get anything his way with just a few words.

“John’s right, y’know.” You and Ringo mouth ‘y’know’ at each other and erupt into giggles. “You’ve got to put yourself out there more. You’re in your third year of uni and you haven’t even dated a single person. There’s only one more year before you’re out in the real world! And the sea will be much, much bigger then.”

George scowls, unimpressed by Paul’s little speech. “People aren’t fish, Paul. And I’m vegetarian, so I don’t condone catching them.”

“It’s a metaphor!” Paul cries, throwing his hands in the air. John nods and makes eyes at him as if metaphors were the sexiest thing in the world. He’s probably into that. English majors.

“You tell ‘em, babe.”

The doorbell rings, banishing any homicidal thoughts from your mind.

“That’ll be the takeout,” you say. George flies so quickly to the door, desperate to get out of the situation, that you feel a little gust of wind. You hear him say something to the delivery person and then he’s coming back into the living room, take out boxes in tow and a big smile on his face. Nothing makes the boy happier than food. And maybe leggy blondes that look like Gigi Hadid, your brain suggests, and you sigh.

For a good ten minutes, the conversation is put on hold. You’re all broke college students, after all, and getting Chinese is like a luxury.

“What’d you get?” you ask through a mouthful of food, looking over George’s shoulder. He’s sat back down on the floor in front of the couch again and he lifts the box up so you can see it.

“Veggies with fried noodles. You?”

“Same.”

“Twinsies,” George says solemnly, and you high five over it.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, John and Paul share an eyeroll.

“I got shrimp fried rice if anyone cares,” Ringo pipes up from next to you. You bump your shoulder into his.

“Of course I care, Ritchie. Wanna trade a shrimp for my broccoli?”

He nods and you both chopstick over the terms of the trade. George’s grin drops a little. John and Paul roll their eyes even harder.

After a while, having devoured their food like it’s the Last Supper, you’ e all pulled out your phones. You scroll through Instagram and send a funny post to the flat’s group chat, and everyone laughs simultaneously. Everyone except George, who… has opened Tinder again. Christ, how does he have so many matches?

Well, why wouldn’t he? He’s cute… and funny… and gives the best advice when you’re down…

And you’ll be sharing all that with some other girl if you don’t do something about it.

“Why do these girls keep asking about my teeth?”

You scoff, trying to ignore the pit in your stomach. George’s sexy vampire teeth are yours and yours alone to appreciate, thankyouverymuch. “Probably have oral fixations, the lot of them.”

John does a whole body shudder and you all turn to stare at him. “Don’t fucking talk to me about Freud. That Psych course tore my GPA into shreds.”

“Right, like you care about your grades so much.” You lean back against the couch. “What was so bad about that class, anyway? I enjoyed it.”

“Professor Pang fucked me.”

“WHAT—”

“Fucked me over! Jesus, I dunno why my mouth just had a seizure there.” John cradles Paul’s face in his hands, trying to smooth away the frown on his face. “Paul, you know I didn’t mean it.”

“That’s a Freudian slip, that is,” you comment, sticking your tongue out when John turns to glare at you. Ringo starts humming Hot For Teacher under his breath. John leans over and smacks him.

“The only teacher I’ve got the hots for is you,” John says, turning back to Paul, and you and George make gagging noises. “Professor McCartney…”

“Professor?” Paul’s Pout (yes, with a capital P) turns into a grin. “I like the sound of that.”

“I think I’ve been bad… shall I serve detention for you?”

“Okay, just go!” You point towards their bedroom. “Please leave the immediate vicinity right fucking now.”

“I’m gonna hurl,” George says. The two horny bastards giggle and scurry off in the direction of your finger, door slamming behind them.

You go to bed that night with a belly full of noodles and a brain full of thoughts that keep you turning and tossing in bed. And when you finally do fall asleep, you dream about Gigi Hadid, cackling as she chases you around with George’s stupid little towel.

***

Your second exam the next day goes miserably.

Okay, maybe you’re being dramatic. It wasn’t that bad—you’d done a fair bit of studying that weekend, invigorated to overcome the Coffee Incident. Still, you couldn’t stop thinking about George the whole time, and him swiping through Tinder, and whoever the hell that Pattie girl is.

Okay, stop it. You can’t hate her for dating the boy you like. Us women have to support each other, the rational part of your brain tells you.

You grumble all the way back to the flat, fighting with the reasonable part of you. Eventually, you give in. Rational You is right. Hating on a chick you don’t know is what makes up eighty percent of Hollywood’s bullshit romcoms. Yes, you are going to be a good person and take the high route.

That all goes away when you open the door.

John and Paul are standing in the kitchen, whispering furiously to each other. You only catch the tail end of what they’re saying—

“-didn’t think he was actually going to do it!”

—before John sees you in the doorway and smacks Paul on the shoulder.

“Heyyy there,” John says. You immediately know something is wrong. You walk shut the door behind you and eye Paul’s smile warily.

“What are you two doing?”

“Erm, we were making a sandwich for you.” Paul gestures exaggeratedly at the plate on the counter, which John holds up at shoves in your direction.

“Yeah, we knew you’d need a little pick me up after the test.”

You look around the flat carefully. It’s awfully quiet. Ringo’s at his twelve o’clock lecture, but you should be able to hear…

“Where’s George?”

This slaps the smile right off of their faces and neither of the boys can put it back on quickly enough for you to not notice.

“He’s doing yoga,” Paul says at the same time John blurts out,

“He went to visit his mum!”

Paul glares at John and you feel something twist in your gut. “Yes, you see...” Paul looks frantically to the ceiling. God won’t help you out of this one. “George went to pick up his mum… and they’re at yoga together!”

You walk into the kitchen, crossing your arms. “Louise lives in Liverpool,” you say slowly.

“Yup,” John says.

“And the yoga studio is ten minutes away from our flat.”

“Yuuup.”

You can’t believe he’s still keeping this up. “And the drive from here to Liverpool is four hours. And George doesn’t have a car.”

“Yuuuuuuuuu—”

“Oh, I can’t take it anymore,” Paul cries, ignoring John’s frantic shushing. “George went on a date with that Maureen girl from Tinder. He’s at the coffee shop now.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

You must’ve said this out loud, because Paul gives you a sympathetic look. After a long moment of silence, John once again offers you the plate.

“Sandwich?” he asks, trying for a smile that comes across more as a grimace.

You take the sandwich and throw it right into the trash, plate and all.

[my-fanfic-library]

Hello lovely!! Would you mind doing headcanons for Professor!Claes x reader? Maybe he teaches history or something like that and you both have a nice lil affair going on after a while. I saw your tags on that one gif set and now that's all I can think about 👀

This is gonna be the only ask I answer today but holy shit I haven’t stopped thinking about this in like 24 hours

K so

Claes is most definitely a history lecturer

I don’t know why but I imagine his entire class to be similar to Indiana Jones’

Just a bunch of girls looking at him like the heart eyes emoji

Anywho, Claes is like the coolest lecturer in the world

He’s really laid back and he likes to take the piss out of people

He also handles a lot of seminar groups as well

Which is how you meet

He saw you in the first lecture and was kinda like “wow cute” but obviously nothing could happen

But when you come to his seminar group

And start bombarding him with question after question and disproving the content he had taught you so far,

L o v e

And obviously you are totally in love with him too

This tall, handsome man teaching your favourite subject, with the loveliest accent in the world

You stay after the seminar to talk to him

And he’s blown away by how much you actually know

“I’m looking forward to teaching you, Miss [Last], I think we’re going to get into a few heated moments if you keep attempting to disprove my work.”

You thought he meant arguments

He did not

You always make sure to ask a question if he invites the class to, because it makes things less awkward

And you always have a question or two at the end of the lecture

He can’t believe he’s got this golden student

And he uses you as an example all the time

“Why can’t you guys be as enthusiastic as [First]?”

Stuff like that

It kinda becomes obvious to both yourself and everyone else that Professor Bang has quite a soft spot for you

Some girls, despite being in their early 20s give you nasty looks

You respond by sitting next to Claes in your seminar the next day

And doing no work and getting into no trouble for it

Instead you talk about Denmark

Because you’re curious about his home country

It is this seminar

During the middle of your first year

That Claes just falls head over heels for you

But it’s

F O R B I D D E N

Which makes it all the sweeter

Later that year, about two weeks before the exam, you show up at his office just as he’s about to leave

“What’s the matter?”

Immediately you just burst into tears and he has no clue what to do

So he does what he thinks best

He pulls you into him and you just stand there sobbing into him for like a solid five minutes unable to make a coherent sentence in your sudden outburst

When you’re calming down, he brings you into his office and sits you down and is all “ok so what the fuck is going on?”

You explain that you’re just too overwhelmed with everything and that you don’t feel ready for the exam

So he offers one to one tutoring up until the exam (so for two weeks, you’d visit him after class and you’d sit for like an hour and go through everything you didn’t get)

Turns out you knew a lot more than what you thought

The more time that Claes spends with you, the more he wants.

So. Much. Tension.

Because you want it, and so does he, but you’re both oblivious and thinking about how wrong it is

So nothing happens except for a few gazes, a few lingering touches

He’s actually pretty gutted the day of the exam when he realises you won’t be coming back for some secret time with him

He spends his entire summer thinking about you

Wondering if you’ll make it into his class

When he finds out you are, booyyyyy is so happy

He doesn’t know why but on the first day of classes, he finds himself dressing up a bit. Styling his hair, throwing on his glasses, a soft scarf, leaving the first two buttons of his shirt undone

He doesn’t even know if he’ll see you today but fuck

And he does

Your complexion is glowing after so many months in the sun and the heat

Your hair grew out a bit

You look angelic

He finds himself unable to concentrate and keeps fumbling over his words for the whole lecture

Because you decided to sit at the front and

He keeps looking at you

And your eyes never leave him

Because he looks so good?

You couldn’t remember when he looked so fucking delicious

After the lecture, he asks you to stay and wait for a moment and the room clears out

He doesn’t know why he’s doing this but

“Did you have a good summer?”

“Yeah, I guess. We went to Majorca for four weeks and-“

“I missed you.”

“Oh, that’s... Professor Bang-“

“It’s Claes.”

You literally have 0 clue how to answer that

Your mind is spinning

He missed you?

He wants you to call him by his first name?

Your heart is doing leaps and bounds by this point

He’s looking at you differently, licking his lips

And then they’re on yours

It’s hungry - it’s different

Your hands are in his hair, on his neck, you’re leaping into his arms, wrapping your legs around him and he’s driving you into the desk

The next day, you keep looking at that spot, where someone’s notebook is

You’re smirking, trying not to laugh because that poor person is writing right on the spot where you fucked your professor last night

Claes keeps looking at you and you know by his eyes that he wants you to stay after class

It ends and everyone leaves and the second the door shuts, you’re in his arms again

It’s a frenzy

Clothes off, and this time he’s got you arched over the desk, hands gripping into the chair behind it, ramming into you from behind.

And that is how it started

School nights, weekends, you’d find each other one way or another and you couldn’t get your hands off of each other

Post-sex cuddles

Where you just talk

He usually runs his hands through your hair, with the fondest smile on his face

It starts to get hard when other guys start to get interested in you

Because you can’t exactly tell anyone that you’re with someone - you’d get thrown out and Claes would lose his job

So, you have to play

You have to flirt back

Claes loses it

The sex gets rougher

The hickeys grow darker and bigger

One time, he got so frustrated that he sat you on the podium after a lecture and ate you out

He finds himself realising that he doesn’t just want to fuck you - he’s actually fallen in love with you

And you’re fairly sure that you’re in love with him

That summer, he whisks you off to Denmark

Best trip of your life???

He loves teaching you all the history of his home country, taking you everywhere he possibly can

Car sex

Sex on the beach

And even in a hidden corner of a museum

It’s like the honeymoon phase doesn’t end

And then the worst thing happens

One of your classmates is in Copenhagen for their own little trip

They see you with Claes in a cafe, kissing his cheek, holding his hand

They immediately report it (literally out of spite because who tf wouldn’t want to date Claes, come on, and they were high key jealous)

And when uni starts up again, a huge inquiry is undergoing

Both you and Claes are pretty much interrogated - they check your phones, they see if you have each other on social media, they check your emails, trying to find a n y t h i n g

And you agree afterwards that this can’t go on

It’s too risky to visit him outside of the university

And so it all has to stop

You’re a wreck

Because being with Claes was the happiest you had been in so long

You start dating someone new

And Claes almost quits

Your final year drags

Because you have to sit there

Looking at him

Being so close to him

But feeling the eyes of the other lecturer sent to sit in and watch and make sure no funny business was happening

One night, you go out and get just a little tipsy and find yourself at his home, throwing rocks at his bedroom window

He comes out and tells you to leave as much as it pains him to do so

You tell him you feel like dropping out, of you can’t have him then nothing matters

And he brings you inside

You don’t get any sleep, he fucks you over and over until your body is numb and your brain is nothing but a swirling mess of him

He ignores you after that

You find yourself transferred out of his classes and instead, you’re placed into professor Wells’ classes

You’re livid with him

How could he move you out of his classes after everything you’ve been through together?

You purposefully have him find you in public spaces with your new partner, a little closer than what would be accepted

He’s going stir crazy. He can’t stop thinking about the last night you spent together and how badly he needs to be with you again even if it costs him a job

Your graduation is suddenly upon you and it’s so bittersweet

You have finally gotten what you worked so hard for, but you will most likely never see Claes again now

Wrong

As you’re making your way off vampire for the last time, clutching your diploma, laughing with your friends, a voice calls your name

You turn, and he’s pushing past people to get to you

He reaches you and he has this dumb smile on his face, and then he says the stupidest yet most romantic thing

“Technically you’re not my student”

And he kisses you

In front of all of your friends, family, all of your former classmates, other teachers, everyone

He doesn’t even care

His hands are holding your face, pulling you close and you have to go on your tiptoes, in your damn heels, just to be able to wrap your arms around his neck

He promptly gets fired

But he doesn’t care because he’s waking up the next morning with you sleeping beside him and he feels like he’s won at life