#male reader fluff

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Let’s take a journey to the unknown

Sabrina Carpenter x Male Reader

Request - Please do a Sabrina Carpenter x Male!Reader. Thanks

Sabrina is on tour and she called you, but the conversation went south. You and Sabrina started to argue over the phone and kept yelling at each other.

“Just say no to your manager. This whole publicity stunt is stupid to pretend to be dating someone” You said.

“Y/N, I told you already! I don't have feelings for him, it's just networking. What part you just don't get” Sabrina said.

“I don't want to see, him having your arms around you or you two have to kiss each other. I don't want to deal with that!” You yelled

You and Sabrina started yelling over the phone louder.

“We are done!” You and Sabrina yelled at the same time

“Fine! I don't care what you will do next! Don't call me” You yelled

“Fine! Block me my number!” Sabrina yelled

You and Sabrina hung up at the same time. You are home and you just threw the tv controller against the wall and it broke. You try to calm yourself down and you are breathing a little hard. Sabrina is feeling frustrated and angry about how the conversation went. She didn't want to break up, she said that out of frustration. Now, she has to pretend everything is fine and keep performing.

You and Sabrina have been dating for two years. The relationship was kept a secret since the beginning. You and Sabrina have shared everything with each other, even have a key to each other's apartment. You and Sabrina had strong feelings for each other but never said those three words to each other.

——-

It's been a week since you and Sabrina broke up. You haven't called or texted her at all, but you didn't block her phone number. You are in your apartment cleaning, you are putting her clothes and items in a box. You stop for a moment and you get on your phone, and it's hard to avoid her. There are posts and fan accounts everywhere online. Suddenly, you see photos of your ex-girlfriend at the Met Gala with Barry Keoghan

“It’s going to be hard to avoid her,” You said to yourself.

You stare at the pictures then you decide to play on the PS5. You ignore your phone and don't bother to check who is texting you while playing the game. You are starting to miss her but you are trying not to think about her.

Sabrina has to do interviews all day. Usually, she would call you when she is feeling overwhelmed. She did hesitate but didn't do it, she just sighed and started to fix her hair. She didn't block your phone number and didn't delete any of the texts between you two. She hasn't told anyone that she broke up with you. She starts to wonder if you miss her or actually moved on from her.

After doing the interview. She had to rush back to the hotel to pack and get ready for the flight for her next show. While on her phone, she stares at the photos of you two together. She starts to feel sad then she puts down her phone and tries not to cry.

✬ ✫ ✬ ✬

Sabrina was on the Tonight Show Jimmy Fallon. She had to pretend that she wasn't heartbroken and had to talk about her relationship with Barry.

But after the show, she went to the after-party with Barry. He noticted that she was drinking a lot and she was getting drunk.

“Sabrina, you should slow down,” Barry said

He takes the glass away from her before she can drink it.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Barry” Sabrina said

“You are drunk. I can't let you keep drinking until you blackout” Barry said

“This your fault,” Sabrina said

“How? What are you even talking about?” Barry asked

“Because of you, my boyfriend broke up with me,” Sabrina said

“It’s not my fault. I don't have feelings for you at all. Look, I have to leave but-”

He didn't finish what he had to say. She went to the bar and kept ordering more liquor. He goes after her and grabs the purse, he takes out her cell phone. He goes through the texts and he finds your name and he starts to text you. Sabrina put a red heart next to your name and he knew.

You were about to go to bed since you had been up all night playing on the PS5. You saw that your phone lights up and you started to read the text. You know how she gets when she is drunk and you are suspired he texted you.

Mate, this is Barry. Sabrina is drunk and won't slow down. Come pick her up

What's the address?

Paradise Club. I will be in the front with her.

I’m leaving now.

You quickly put on your jacket and sneakers. You rushed out of your apartment and ordered an Uber. Barry is outside the club trying to hold Sabrina, but she wants another drink.

“I didn't finish my drink. I want another one” Sabrina slurred her words.

“No more” Barry said

She tries to get away but he doesn't let go. You finally made it to the club and you put your arms around your ex-girlfriend.

“Thanks for texting me,” You said

“She has been drinking before the show and then more at the club. Y/N, I don't have feelings for your girlfriend and I’m serious. I like someone else and it's not her” Barry said

You met Barry one time but didn't talk much to each other.

“I will take her home now. Thanks for texting me” You said.

You head to the car and you struggle to put her in the car, then you grab her purse from Barry.

You try to open the door but Sabrina starts to walk away. You rushed towards her side before she almost fell, and you quickly grabbed her.

“Let go, I want Y/N, my boyfriend,” Sabrina said

You did open the door and you brought her inside. You are surprised she said that but you didn't say anything to her. You take her to your bedroom and put her on the bed. She lies down and you take off your jacket and put her bag on your gaming chair. You went to take off Sabrina’s heels then you made her sit up, but she just lay back down

“Sabrina, come on,” You said.

You tried again but she lies back down.

“Y/N…” Sabrina mumbled

You know she feels uncomfortable sleeping in a dress. You grabbed your pajamas and struggled to put them on her, and she kept moving away from you.

“Yeah, you can sleep in my bed like before,” You said

You were about to leave but she grabbed your shirt.

“Does Y/N hate me?” Sabrina mumbled

She doesn't recognize you.

“No, he doesn't hate you,” You said

“I miss him,” Sabrina said sadly.

She is pouting and you sit next to her.

“Go to sleep, Sabrina,” You said

“I don't want to be”

Sabrina didn't finish her sentence, she just lay on her side and went to sleep. But she doesn't let go of your shirt and you move close to her and lie down. You put the blanket over you and Sabrina and she moved closer to you. You fall asleep next to her and she puts her head on your chest.

The next day…

Sabrina starts to wake up and she has a hangover. She noticted it was not her bed and she sat up, then she got out of bed. She heads towards the living room and she sees you in the kitchen.

“Y/N, what happened? How did I get here?” Sabrina asked

“You got drunk yesterday and Barry texted me so I can come get you. You have been drinking before doing your interview with Jimmy Fallon” You said

“I remember drinking, but everything is a blur. Did I say anything embarrassing?” Sabrina said.

“No. You asked if I hated you and you didn't recognize me. I woke up this morning, I figured you would be hungover and thirsty. I got us breakfast and for you Tylenol and Gatorade” You said.

“Thank you for getting that for me and picking me up,” Sabrina said

“I don't hate you,” You said

“What?” Sabrina asked

“That’s what you asked me and you thought I was someone else,” You said

“Oh. I thought you would since he had to be my fake boyfriend then we said it was over” Sabrina said

“Yeah, I was mad but I didn't hate you,” You said

“I still have feelings for you, Y/N. That hasn't changed since we broke up” Sabrina said.

“I-I… I feel the same way. I did put your stuff in a box because I thought it was over for good” You said

She went up to you then she hugged you, and you do hug her back. She gently her head on your chest

“We are back together again?” Sabrina asked

“We could try again,” You said.

After the hug, you and Sabrina started to eat breakfast together. Then she cuddles with you in bed, she has her leg on top of you and her arm across your body. You and Sabrina just started to talk for a while then fell asleep together.

✬ ✫ ✬ ✬

You went to your girlfriend’s apartment. Now you are sitting on the edge of her bed and she put a big box on the bed.

“What is in the box?” You asked

She gets on top of you and she puts her arms around you. And your hands are on her ass

“I got an idea of how you can hide your face when we are at the party,” Sabrina said

“Good to know but how,” You said

“You can be the Red Hood, like in the comic books. I got the outfit and mask custom-made for you” Sabrina smiled

“No fucking way!”

She opens the box and you see the mask. Your mouth dropped and she is just smiling at you.

“That is so awesome!! You are the best girlfriend” You smiled

“I’m glad you like it,” Sabrina said

“I love it. Can't wait to try it on. What are you going to wear?” You said

“I’m still going as Harley Quinn,” Sabrina said

You are smiling at her. You start to kiss her and she puts her hands on your face, her lipgloss starts to get on your lips. You lie down and she doesn't stop kissing you, it doesn't go any further. You don't move your hands away from her ass and you two can't stop smiling.

“We have to get ready” You smiled

“I know,” Sabrina said

She doesn't stop kissing you then her forehead rests on yours. She gets up, and then you get up now you and Sabrina start to get ready. While putting on the suit, she takes pictures of you. Then you put on the helmet.

“You look hot,” Sabrina said

“You too, you look really hot,” You said

Now you are the Red Hood and she is Harley Quinn. You two stand in front of the mirror then take a selfie together. Now you and Sabrina leave for the Halloween party together.

She had to go to a Halloween party, but she wanted to take you not Barry. Her manager wasn't happy about it but she didn't care. But the relationship is still kept a secret and she knew the helmet would help you.

Before entering the party, many paparazzi took pictures of you and Sabrina together. You stood by her side while she talked to other people. Then you took more pictures with her and you loved the mask.

“Are you having fun?” Sabrina asked

“Yeah, I’m having fun with the suit. I don't want to take it off” You said

“You are such a dork” Sabrina giggled

Hours later, you and Sabrina leave the party you two go to buy food at a drive-thru.

“Cool costume. Can I take a picture?” The cashier asked

“Y-Yeah,” You said

You haven't taken off the helmet since you two left the party. You had to get out of the car and stand near the window, so the cashier could take a selfie with you. You pay for the food then you go back inside the car with the food.

“How was that?” Sabrina asked

“Does this mean I’m famous?” You giggled

You park the car in the parking lot. You finally take off the helmet then you and Sabrina start to eat in the car while talking about random stuff.

Finally home and she changed into her pajamas.

“You can't sleep with the suit on,” Sabrina said

“Why not?” You asked

She rolled her eyes and laughed.

“Just take it off, babe,” Sabrina said

You shake your head and you can't stop smiling.

[caxasy]

things sylus notices about his boyfriend (you!!)

sylus x male reader [finally!!!!!! i got u sylus lovers i hope this doesnt disappoint]

cw: slightly suggestive - i think sylus is such a sensual and sensitive person so…inevitably some of my writing for him in this turns sensual and sensitive, possible typos…publishing this right before i knock out sorry guys, sylus is extremely soft and kind and like a teenager in love in this one. i’ll review and correct any typos or errors for this when i wake up later okkkk baiiiii

— how you take off your clothes. okay hold on guys, this is NOT something naughty. sylus just loves watching the way you unravel before him, seeing how you take off your clothes actually tells him a lot about how your day went, plus it’s just something so intimate that you don’t even second guess yourself in doing. which is a concept that leaves him weak in the knees. you trust him so much to show yourself bare. he loves you so dearly for trusting him that much.

he watches you quietly from the bathroom, brushing his teeth as his eyes trail over your figure. your posture isn’t as straight as it usually is, feet dragging slightly against his floors and that was enough for sylus to know you’ve had a long day. when he spits out his toothpaste and wipes his mouth, you’re taking off all of your outside clothes.

the movement is slow, almost as if you’re too tired to even do it. you unbutton the first couple buttons on your dress shirt before just raising your hands behind you and grabbing the frabic on the back, roughly tugging it over your head. your hair becomes messy after that. you throw the shirt to the laundry basket before you’re tugging your pants off.

“my poor, handsome baby,” sylus coos, walking over and putting his robe on its hanger. he’s left in his boxers, matching your attire now. he’s lifts the comforter on the bed and beckons you over with the wave of his hand. “c’mere,”

you nearly collapse into his hold, your limp body weight on him as he continues praising you, “would my prince like a massage?” he pushes his finger into your side, tickling you and chuckling when he feels you slap his hand away, “or are you just in the mood to sleep, darling?”

“just want you,”

“tell me how you want me and i’m all yours,” he whispers comfortingly, running his warm hand up and down your back.

“like this,” you answer back, kissing his collarbone and getting comfortable under his chin.

he pivots the two of you to lay down rather than sit up, easily moving your body around as if you weighed nothing. you curl into his side and he doesn’t bother suppressing the smirk on his face as you do so.

“tomorrow, you’re not going to work,” he says after a few beats of silence, “allow me to be selfish and have the whole day to spend with you,”

“can’t just do that, sy, you know that’s not how it works,” his eyebrow quirks, red eyes already watching you as you sleepily peer up at him, “can’t call out of work just cause you want me to,”

“oh, no, i don’t want you to. i need you to. and you won’t be calling out of work, if it stresses you so much, i’ll personally speak to your boss and i’m sure i can work something out. i can be very persuassive,” he jokes with his dry humor, enjoying the way you roll your eyes at him. it’s adorable, really.

“threatening them and their family is not persuassion,” you correct weakly, but he’s no longer interested in debating.

“you spend the day with me tomorrow, m’kay? not for you, but for me. i miss you,” he says into your hair, kissing the top of your head, “okay?”

you sigh, pinching his nipple lightly before agreeing, “fine,”

“must you hurt me when i am pampering you and showing you nothing but love?” he winces, grabbing your hand in his to ensure you don’t try doing it again, “it is what makes you so cute, though,”

“shut up,”

“of course, my prince,”

— sylus notices how easily you put others before you. it’s something that oftentimes annoys him, he doesn’t quite understand how you are so lackadaisical when it comes to the power you have over others. not only are you dating, practically married to, an overbearingly powerful organization leader, you on your own are quite intimidating. but instead of utilizing that leverage, you smile and brush things off as if they aren’t a big deal. and it’s a really kind, noble trait of yours that you have, but sometimes sylus wishes you’d put people in their place.

it was a snide comment, quick, quiet snide comment that sylus wouldn’t have heard if not for his superhuman hearing. and the moment he heard it, his eyes were glaring at the person and his stance was broadened.

how dare they speak to you that way?

and just as he was about to charge head first in demanding this random give you respect, your palm is already resting against his chest and stopping him, “a kinder tone would do you some good, lacky,” is all you have to say to the man’s insult before walking away, dragging sylus with you.

the sight would be funny in any other context. an angry 6-foot-something man, glaring at someone, but being unable to do anything because his boyfriend is phyiscally dragging him away. a boyfriend he could easily overpower, but chooses not to since he’s so smitten with you. and at the end of the day you’re the only person he listens to. even if it does go against his own selfish desire to put pricks in their place.

“you don’t think my want to harm those who speak against you charming? because, darling, if you were to do the same for me i’d only fall deeper in love with you,” he speaks in that way that usually woos you, but seeing as the context is him basically asking you permission to murder someone, it’s not all that charismatic of him.

“no, not when they’re nothing but nobodies,” you kiss the tip of his nose, making the corners of his mouth quirk up. “their opinion and what they say of me doesn’t matter at all.”

“you’re right it doesn’t,” he admits, but then he purses his lips, “just remember; your wish is my command. you say the word and i will be at your beck and call,” he reminds you, trying to goad you into using this power you have. the only person in the world capable of turning him into nothing but an obediant guard dog and you don’t even consider using such power.

it’s heartwarming to know how kind you are. but sylus does look forward to the day he can properly put people in their place, at your command.

— how he loves seeing you in his clothing so much more than your own. no matter what your style is or fashion preferences are, sylus makes sure to have anything and everything you would want in his closet for you to use. the only thing he needs to make sure of is that he’s worn the article of clothing before. a subtle territorial way of him always being with you, a marker on you that you are not to be trifled with.

sylus is deep in your neck as he breathes in the mixture of your cologne and his. the shirt you were wearing, a tight black turtleneck had remnents of his signature scent, which almost clashed with yours. but sylus doesn’t mind that. he’s too busy kissing at your neck to truly care.

“what brought this out of you?“ you tease, tilting your head to give him better access as you finish getting ready. there was supposed to be a small, not-terribly serious meeting that you two were attending, but with how sylus has been nipping at your neck for the past twenty minutes, you wonder if the plans will be scrapped.

after all, sylus could command whoever he wants whenever he wants.

“you are so divine,” is all he says in response to your question, “and all mine,”

“a true poet, rhyming your smooth talking words together,” you joke, but the smile dies down when you feel his sharp canine graze your skin, “sy, please, i’m in no mood to put on three pounds of concealer if you get too rough.”

“then don’t, simply let them be there. leave them alone, they deserve their time to shine, no?” trying to sweet talk his way in you letting him continue marking you. but your resolve is strong as you force him away and walk towards the room of your door.

“am i leaving with or without my boyfriend, tell me,” you challenge, leaning on the door knob and waiting for him.

he practically glides over to you, putting his hand on your waist, “you wouldn’t leave me all on my lonesome,” he says as he shuts the door to your bedroom shut, “i was just giving you some extra love since you look so handsome in my clothes, darling,”

you look at your outfit, thinking that while it is simple, it definitely is all from sylus’ closet with how elegant it is.

“hm, i should really start wearing my own clothes or else people are going to think i just go through your lost and found,” sylus chuckles at your wording, kissing the top of your head as he grabs the car keys from the hanger.

“no, you look too good in my clothing. never wear your own from now on,” the demand is a joke, obviously, but sylus does think he could die happily if he saw you in nothing but his clothes from now on.

his oversized comfortably t-shirts, his pajama shorts, his hoodies, even his blazers and formal wear he bets you’d look stupidly cute in. you feel the grip on your flesh tighten ever so slightly, but don’t know the reason why. sylus imagining you in all of his clothing is what triggered that reaction, by the way.

— flustered you can sometimes get with his petnames for you. sylus prides himself in having what some would call a sharp tongue and quick witted humor. and it only fuels his ego when he sees how his words and terms of endearment get a reaction out of you. blush visible on your ears and cheeks, shifting in body language, how shy you can possibly get in front of him and his steady gaze. he just loves to see you be so receptive to him.

“doll, can you grab me the file on my nightstand please?” sylus asks, pushing his glasses up as he looks up from his desk to yours.

“ugh, you’re so annoying,” you complain, leaving the room and comnig back seconds later with a manilla folder in your fingertips, “next time, be more organized, sy,”

“but then who would i bother to help me? surely not another handsome boy,” he teases, grin growing in size as he sees you weakly glare at him in warning, “a handsome boy who looks even more appetizing when he’s angry,”

“appetizing? don’t describe me as that,” sylus drops the folder on his desk and grabs your wrist before you can walk away from him. without warning, he tugs you in to his frame, letting your body fall on top of his sitting one.

“you’re just such a pretty boy i want to take a bite of you,” his sharp teeth are displayed behind his boyish smirk, “let me taste you, my love,”

your expression is flustered, smacking his chest to let his hold of you loosen, “don’t make it sound like such an innuendo, sylus!”

“i mean every word i say, though,” he murmurs, leaning in to capture your lips in a soft, controlled kiss, “you turn me into a terrible insatiable man,” he kisses you again, smirk never fading. the warmth of your cheeks, showing to him your flustered without him even having to look, “make me feel like i’m starving without you near,” his hands grip your neck with more strength, keeping you right where he wants you, “won’t you have pity on a poor man such as myself and indulge me?”

“i’m already plenty indulging you,” you breathe out, eyes still shut as another kiss is brought to your lips. sylus only hums in response, too greedy in the feeling of you against him that he doesn’t even want to break away from the connection.

“i can’t help myself,” is the first thing he says when he pulls away from you, wiping your saliva-ridden bottom lip with his thumb, “my lover is so, so, sooo tempting. even the breaths you take are treasures to me,” his palm is warm against your cheek as he cups your face, “let me drown in you?”

you don’t respond, hoping that you aren’t as physically warm as you feel. sylus is such a sweet talker it’s unbelievable. and his sweet, exaggerated, but true words never fail to get your heart beating even faster as well as make the anticipation swell in your stomach and chest.

the night goes on with sylus calling you all names of endearment he’s ever used on you, praising you as if you were his savior and one salvation. which to him, you truly, but it seems as if you don’t share that sentiment yet. it’s fine, though, because sylus has the rest of your lives together as time to prove how deeply and raw he feels for you.

in due time, you will be able to understand the absolute devotion sylus has in regards to you.

[zolass]

Oh!!! Uhhh how about OC x bttm! Reader where reader is a much soft spoken/passive guy and OC is the one who teases him a lot? Bonus points if Reader takes a second to process suggestive jokes & is significantly taller than OC (because I've never read a taller bttm b4 LMAO)

MY MUSE ···─Tease! Rafayel x Taller! bttm Male Reader

Summary: Where you find yourself in the grasps of an famous artist, who simply asked you to be his muse and even paying you for it. But why does it feel like that there's more behind all the teasing from Rafayel. wc: 1.2k

tags: fluff, teasing, taller shy reader (reader is as tall as sylus), nudity, mentions of sex and multiple rounds, (pls tell me if I forgot smt)

Note: I'm sorry if you wanted smut with this one, or a different character. Hope it's still enjoyable. But ngl I like the dynamic T_T

You were sitting at the coast, your shoes dug in the sand as you squatted down. The waves barely missed the tip of your shoes, while you simply stared at the mesmerizing display of the ocean. Your fingers were playing with the sand absentmindedly.

So you didn’t hear the approaching footsteps in the sand, until a hand landed on your shoulder. Looking up surprised, you came face to face with the handsome male that you had been working with for a few months, Rafayel. 

“Hey, beautiful.” Rafayel said, it was a common thing he called you by. At first it was a rather big surprise for you, but it made sense as he hired you as his muse. “Hey Raf,” you greeted him back with a small smile on your lips before you stood up.

Now it was Rafayel’s time to look slightly up at you. “I made breakfast and coffee– so the sooner we are there, the more time we have!” Rafayel said, while he grabbed your hand and pulled you along the shore towards the place you call your home since the last few months.

Many would question why you lived with the painter, all the while you’re ‘just a muse’ as some would like to call it. You didn’t have to pay for basically anything, freeloading off of the other. Of course at the beginning you wanted to know why he did it, just as confused as others would be, even going as far as not accepting the payment he gave you. But his words at the beginning simply were “creativity doesn’t wait around, so I have to grasp it while it’s simply there.”

Quickly you found yourself in the open kitchen, with a steaming coffee mug in front of you, and the simple breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast. As you were enjoying your breakfast in silence, Rafayel’s eyes were trained on your figure. Tall, even taller than him, soft locks framing your face. Your eyes that always held warmth in them, even when others would say he was annoying and too much when he wanted to paint another piece, you simply sat there in your own bubble, going along with his orders without speaking up about it. 

After the first three days, Rafayel started to relax more, speaking more with you, having conversations while on and off ‘work’, soon he also started to make suggestive jokes, he loved to see the halt in movement of whatever you’re doing, taking a few seconds to take in his words before a beautiful reddish color would adorn your cheeks, that you would try to hide.

Maybe that was it, what made him slowly develop this warmth in his chest whenever he thought of you, was seeing you or was simply close to you. 

The clearing of your throat brought Rafayel out of his thoughts, “You alright Raf? You didn’t touch your breakfast yet,” you asked with concern, lacing your voice. Rafayel couldn’t help the flutter in his stomach because of your concern for him, he quickly cleared his throat before he looked at you with a playful smile on his lips. “Just thinking about something– you know.. I don’t mind looking up at you, but I bet you would look better under me.” 

It took a few seconds for the words to register in your brain, and as they did he watched as your eyes widened and face heated up, adorning your cheeks in a slightly reddish shade. You didn’t know what to say, your mouth opening and closing. A chuckle left Rafayel as he watched your reaction, “Okay if you’re done let’s start,” Rafayel started, as he cleaned up the table. 

As he walked to the empty canvas, he couldn’t help but halt in his movement, a sudden idea in his head. “[name] you said– you would do anything as my muse right?” The sudden question surprised you. But you took a few seconds to think of how you should answer, so after a bit you nodded, before adding a yes. 

Rafayel couldn’t help the giddy feeling in his stomach, it might be rather risky but he decided to do it anyway, who knew if he had the chance ever again. “Then– strip,” he said loud enough for both of you to hear. 

You stared at him wide-eyed, “Pardon?” 

“Only your shirt,” Rafayel quickly added, backing out half way. Yet he wanted to see your slightly toned chest, without a shirt blocking most of the sight. You were still kinda shocked, before you gave a short okay. 

Soon you were seated on a small chair with a translucent cloth layered across your naked torso, your eyes sometimes looking at the concentrated face of Rafayel, his words still lingering in your head, before the silence was interrupted by a young woman with dark brown hair walking in. 

Quickly you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hide your exposed body, which was clearly a failure. Both of you stared at each other with wide eyes, a rose color dusting the woman's cheeks. 

The clearing of a throat was heard, both your heads focused on Rafayel, yet his expression changed. “Didn’t think you would come by so early..” he said, with a slightly annoyed undertone which surprised you and apparently the woman too, “should I come back some other time-” Rafayel quickly spoke a sharp yes, before his eyes landed back on you.

Shortly after you both were back alone, a blush still coating your cheeks, your one arm trying to hide your chest, while you held yourself on the chair with the other. Suddenly Rafayel stood up and walked towards you, before standing still in front of you.

As he leaned down, you didn’t know what to expect but certainly not, that he would push a strand out of your face, with a charming smile on his lips, “You know darling, I love that you’re so tall– more room for me to leave marks,” he said. It didn’t take long for you to blush in embarrassment, biting your lip.

“Then why don’t you show me?” you asked in a whisper, first you thought he didn’t hear what you said, but instead you heard a chuckle and a hand reached out towards you. Looking at the hand and then at Rafayel, you could see the way he looked at you. Still rather playful but there seemed to be more of a seriousness hiding behind the exterior, “Sure, anything for my mesmerizing darling,” he spoke.

And so you found yourself that day in multiple rounds of passionate sex, different positions, all the while Rafayel fucked you into the mattress and filling your hole with one load after another and the sweet words were uttered from Rafayel’s lips. Lovebites and hickeys littering your skin, while you were held tightly in the other’s arm at the end of the day.

You both watching as the sun slowly dropped below the waves, a kiss was placed on your shoulder, “Like I thought, you look so fucking beautiful beneath me,” Rafayel teased. A chuckle leaving him as you hid your face, before he turned serious, “I want to take you out on a date, [name].” 

It surprised you, but there you were already having slept with the man, so a date couldn’t be that awful right? 

Rafayel waited for your answer, and as you said yes, he couldn’t help but feel oh so giddy. He hugged you close to his chest, “Then we go when you can walk without pain, hm?” and all you did was huff, as your ears also turned red, “sure,” were the only things you uttered before both of you watched the sunset, before you slowly drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

[monkebearness]

He (+ She) & Her [Pt. 2]

Lee JiWoo (tripleS) x Male Reader (ft. Kim ChaeYeon)

Part 1

Tags: fluff, smut, open poly relationship, anal, blowjob, creampie, alcohol, (slight) violence (towards the male protagonist)

Word count: 16k

a/n: finally wrote the second part! much like the previous one, it's a little heavier on the plot side (dialogue, too), but I still hope you like it.

Two months have passed since Honggi and Chaeyeon have said those words to each other, despite knowing well of the latter’s open relationship with Jiwoo. The couple’s apartment has become a second, nay third home to him the longer he pays visits there every weekend to hang out and relax with both women, sometimes bringing them gifts and snacks from their favorite places. This day is not that different.

“I’m sorry, Honggi-yah.”

Except for one thing.

Chaeyeon, in her dark blue business jacket and grey slacks, tiptoes on her one-inch heels to give him a comforting kiss on the noggin.

“An out-of-town business trip, huh?” Honggi hums, holding his own lips from forming a pout, although it was his natural reaction after hearing this news for the first time. “I get that three of you are now dealing with bigger projects because you’re basically promoted now, but I didn’t expect that to happen so fast. You guys are going somewhere far away.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll only be three weeks.” She rubs his cheek. “And it’s only a convention in Jeju, so the time zone is the least of our worries.”

A sigh leaves from his mouth. “That’s almost a month, Chae.”

“Yeah,” she snickers. “Only if you joined the project with me, you wouldn’t have been stuck in our office. Too bad Min volunteered for the last spot before you could have.”

“I don’t think that’s the problem…” His gaze falls to the floor. “That’s because you’re way above our leagues. You’re a natural, babe.”

“Don’t be so down on yourself… Or put me on a pedestal, as much as I’m flattered,” she giggles. “I know you’ll get promoted too. If you really want to lead or even participate in a new project, just don’t hesitate telling our leader next time. I know you can.”

She’s right, his brain reminds him, but his mouth asks, “You know so?”

“Of course. We’ve been working together in the same team for a year.” Chaeyeon fixes his disheveled hair, pushing his messy bangs to his right side. “I know you—” she leans into his ear. “In and out… And I know you do, too, with me.”

He feels a shiver crawl up his spine. “I guess that’s true… I’m proud of you, whether you’ll get promoted or not.”

“Gomawo. I appreciate that so much, baby.”

“But I wanna feel optimistic, so you go get that promotion, babe… We’ll wait for you.”

She returns his words with a kiss on his left cheek. “Take care of our Jiwoo-yah…”

“You mean your Jiwoo?”

“No,” she only retorts, while a smile slowly forms on her face as she pushes her luggage next to the door with her foot.

He can only snortle at her response. “You need any help with getting that downstairs?”

“It’s fine…” She gives her suitcase a quick nudge. “This isn’t that heavy, oppa. And my ride’s waiting for me in a few minutes.”

“Do you want us to see you downstairs?”

“Is this your way of wanting me to stay?” She gives him a pout and her puppy eyes, a combination that always makes Honggi’s heart flutter much faster.

“As much as I want that, you know I can’t… This is your career, Chae.”

“And I wouldn’t have reached that milestone without both of you, love.”

Just as their lips touch, she hears her phone on her hand ringing. “I guess that's your cue,” Honggi surmises.

“It is, babe…” Chaeyeon lifts the telescopic handle, extending it with her right hand while carrying an oversized tote on her left. “Galge!”

“Chamkaman, unnie!” They hear Jiwoo’s voice as she rushes to them at the foyer as they have a warm embrace which mirrors theirs.

His promise to Chaeyeon, aside from loving her, is getting to know her girlfriend, Jiwoo. So far, it’s doing pretty good, despite his self-doubts. During weekends, they would meet and hang out at various spots. Some of which were unfamiliar to him, at least during his first four months of dating Chaeyeon. Jiwoo pledged to do the same—though Honggi is not too familiar with how their talk went through. Perhaps, he’ll just have to wing it.

=

The first week comes. He practically moved in at the apartment for most of the week, not necessarily to “fill in the spot” left by Chaeyeon, but to take a chance that she has been giving him for a while. They're not the closest, but they are decent friends to say the least, having dug a little deeper beyond the surface of formalities and awkwardness. They're aware of a lot of each other's favorites and interests, laugh at or with each other, and exchange banters around Chaeyeon.

But not having her around, cues the chirps that are heard outside their balcony window. Then Honggi realizes the awkwardness between them hasn't left the room as much as he had hoped. Chaeyeon's presence simply diminished that hindrance. She has always been their bridge, their mediator. Without her in the meantime, he's gonna have to take some bigger steps to feel at his second home.

In the span of six days, he has to check a few things off his list. Do things he’s never done for his girlfriend before, at least when she’s around. But being around Jiwoo on his own, it feels a little colder. Still, he doesn’t blame her. A pack of ten pieces of instant iced tea.

Buying the necessary groceries every weekend is his first priority. Five tissue paper rolls. One 5 kg bag of rice. A carton of eggs. A couple of instant tteokbokki. Five various packs of instant ramen. Plenty of baking supplies, which he guesses is needed for her bakery.

“Gomawo, Honggi-ssi. That must’ve been a lot to carry.”

“No problem, Jiwoo-ssi. I had a service bot’s assistance on the taxi, so it’s no biggie.”

As he continues to sort out the groceries on the counter, she looks at him with deadpan eyes. Perhaps even irritated ones. “I know what you're trying to do, Honggi… But, I can handle it from there.”

“It’s fine, I’m helping organize the apartment. That’s what Chaeyeon and I agree to—”

“And I appreciate it.” There’s a tone of reservation mixed in her lukewarm cadence.

He wants to maintain his nonchalance, but he simply can't break through her coldness. “Don’t mention it. I’ll org—”

“But I want to.” Her tone sounded firmer with that interjection. “This is my apartment too, Honggi, so you should let me organize the rest of this.”

Alarmed by her words, he slowly takes a step back from her. “Okay, okay. Mianhaeyo.”

There's no guidebook to this, but he's allowing himself to be more vulnerable. He knows that knowing someone takes a lot of time and respect, but feels like he has to do more in order to gain the latter from the woman. For a second, Jiwoo closes her eyes shut as she bites her lip, unable to hide her own guilt. “I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s okay, I just…” he sighs, before taking a seat on the chair next to the couch. “I want us to not get off on the wrong foot here, because we’re both dating the same woman.”

Jiwoo keeps her lips bitten. She knows he’d come around eventually. Now should be the time, she realizes. “I know… Can I just say something to you? I just feel like I have to let it out, or else things will get worse… Between us, I mean. I don’t want that for unnie, or you, in this case.”

“Of course. What is it?”

Her hands keep clenching. “I, umm, I thought you two would just be… Purely physical.”

That definitely struck his nerve, but he has to keep himself together. “What?”

She expected his reaction. Collecting her thoughts, she sits down on the couch, slightly slouched in her position while she faces the floor. “I was bothered at first, you know?”

“Are you still bothered…” his agitation forces him to ask. “Now, I mean.”

“Not really. Not as much as I thought. I’ve always known this one is gonna happen soon. This whole open relationship was something we both agreed to do. We wanted it… But it was Chaeyeon-unnie falling for someone that bugged me for a while… When she actually told me that loves someone, aside from me? Man, it’s way more different when you hear those words from her mouth.”

The man swallows his throat, while his fingers instinctively tap on the surface of the chair, hoping it will deafen the silence haunting them. “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t be,” she chuckles, her voice unable to hide her guilt-ridden tone. “Even though I didn’t exactly find you too “appealing” at first, I’m glad I got to know you better… I was gonna say that you’ve hit the jackpot, but I like to think that unnie is just as lucky too.”

Despite his mind having retorts about what she’s said about him, Honggi listens on to her honest and soothing sentiments.

“The truth is, I’m happy that she’s happy with you, too. She has a shoulder to lean on during or after work. Someone she can listen to. Someone she could get intimate with whenever I’m at work. Plus, I get to have another assistant at the bakery this month…”

Her last statement makes Honggi chuckle, and in turn, Jiwoo herself.

“She’s with the best man, the best person she has ever been with. That’s you.”

Except for silence, he doesn’t know what else to respond. Still, he musters up the courage to tell her, “Thanks.”

“I’m sorry if I offended you, Honggi. That I gave you a lot of cold shoulders.”

“No, it’s fine… It’s just… I never saw Chaeyeon other than just��� A physical partner… Even if that’s what we were mostly doing, I really liked her since we’ve gotten close.”

“She is in love with you, Honggi,” she groans. “I mean, I’m not against it. That’s how she feels… It’s just, you’re the first one she said those words to in a while.”

“So is she,” he counters.

“Well… That’s different. Maybe, I honestly don’t know if I’m just being overprotective.”

“I know… And I don’t blame you for feeling that way… I can’t blame Chae either. I love her. And she loves you.”

“Yeah…” She looks down at her hands. “The two of us, tell each other everything. Even that certain l-word.”

Honggi chuckles at her somewhat smug cadence.

“Well, almost everything,” she adds. “We wouldn't be having this conversation if I wasn't a teeny-tiny bit insecure… I don't doubt your love for unnie as much as I thought I did.”

“Well, insecure or not, you should always know that she loves and will always love you, Jiwoo-ssi. I mean, before me, you two always had each other. And you still do… I’m not trying to take that away from you. I’m just grateful I even get to be in this relationship.”

She gives his shoulder a soft pat. “I guess we have another thing in common.”

Feeling somewhat embarrassed by his confession, he can’t help but look to the side, slowly smiling. “We definitely do.”

Just before they can return to their respective places, she switches her gaze from the television and Honggi.

“Hey,” she calls him, taking the remote on the coffee table in front of them. “Wanna watch the next game with me? It starts in ten minutes.”

“I don't know much about hockey.”

She turns the television on without looking. “It really isn't that hard to learn.”

“Umm, sure! First, I'll buy some chicken outside. Do you—”

“Just have it delivered, Honggi-ssi,” she interjects, raising her voice with great elation. “I'm not letting you run away until you actually try to get invested with me.”

= =

Second week. Thursday. It’s already eight in the evening, but Honggi has to take on the second task he has to familiarize himself with, that is if he really wants to know Jiwoo a little more. After taking a seven-minute bus ride to Seongsu-dong, Honggi takes a quick stroll throughout the district until he stops at a place with the nameplate: Velvet Sweets.

Although he’s visited this place a couple of times with Chaeyeon, he opens the door, where he hears the cheerful greeting from a familiar voice at the counter.

“Annyonghashimnika!” Jiwoo bows to him in her green and purple apron. A smile grows from her face when she recognizes him. “Oh… It’s you, Honggi!”

“Hi,” he gives her a slight bow before seizing an empty table nearest to the counter. “So, umm, this must be where the magic happens, huh?” his eyes look around the café—half of the place is still filled with customers. Even their service is still old-fashioned due to his observation of kiosks or order bots being more and more common in other cafés.

“Pretty much… I won’t be out in a while, but you wanna order something? Make yourself comfortable here, at least.”

He gets to spend more time at the café and bakery—or that’s what he had hoped would happen. But then, he realizes that it’ll take a little longer before he can spend time with Jiwoo. Rather than wanting to be a nuisance to his girlfriend’s girl, Honggi stays seated at his own table, keeping himself from stealing glances at the head baker, Jiwoo herself, guiding the subordinates with the growing line. Five minutes in, he pulls out his laptop from his backpack, casually waiting for his large cup of latte macchiato.

Seventeen minutes in, he’s gotten half of his drink while checking on updates of the Jeju Team. When that’s not enough to distract himself from the fact that his girlfriend is still away, and that her girlfriend is also away at her work, he orders a red velvet cheesecake at the counter, which he can’t help but hum in satisfaction during his first four bites. In ten minutes, his plate is empty, leaving only crumbs until the whole thing is fetched by one of the part-timers, who can’t help but steal a few glances at him while Honggi’s eyes remain locked on his laptop.

Later on, the little digital ‘open’ sign beside the front doors had been turned off. An hour and a half has passed since he arrived. Closing his laptop, Honggi cracks his knuckles to see Jiwoo with the two young workers, a man and woman, near the entrance.

“Thank you for the assist, you two… Same time as tomorrow, arasseo? Take care!” Just as the two leave the place with a respectful bow, Jiwoo locks the front doors and rushes to Honggi’s table. “I’m really sorry if I kept you waiting. Deliveries tend to escalate a lot an hour before we close.”

“No, it’s fine.” He stands up, following her at the front of the counter. “But, I did hope I  could offer an extra hand inside the kitchen, but it seems you had enough help in there, so I tried to make myself less creepy in front of everyone else here by ordering a drink.”

She giggles. “Maybe next time. I had a few part-timers who helped me all day. They didn’t have class in the afternoon, so they dropped by after lunch.”

“That makes sense.” He breathes out at her statement. “I should’ve thought of that.”

She shakes her head, before pulling up the chair in front of him to sit on. He has caught her interest. “Come on, now… Why pay a visit on a weekday like tonight?”

“What do you mean? That’s a part of our deal. At least, I promised to visit here. And I will be visiting on Friday and Saturday, if you want.”

“That’s what I was thinking!” she points out with a high pitch. “You have work today—”

“Which ended around six-thirty,” he counters, inadvertently letting out a similar pitch.

“Do you rarely hang out with your friends nowadays or what?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Well…” Slowly, he scratches his head. “I always see them at work, and sometimes after. Besides, they’re dealing with their own businesses too, so I didn’t bother hanging out.”

“Like what? I haven’t heard that much from your friends since the college reunion. Whatever happened to them.”

Of course. His mind reminds him that Jiwoo is still a different person than Chaeyeon. He should never let her feel left out.

“Insoo returned abroad a week after the reunion. Meanwhile, Kangmin’s being a busy househusband, he even brought his wife as a plus one. And he wasn’t the only one!”

Jiwoo nods at him gleefully. “And now that we’re in the reunion talk, how about your old little gang then? I’m sure you guys had a blast seeing each other after five to six years.”

“That’s true… I mean, first of all, Myungsoo and Tone are hitting it off, like finally!”

“Yeah, those two were years overdue,” the woman jubilates in agreement. “I couldn’t be much happier for Tone-unnie and Myungsoo-oppa… You rarely get stories like those in real life.”

“And Junghoon... Well, I would've said that he's just cooking and making tons of won all day, like he usually does, but now, he's actually doing something else in his life. One that is making him happy for once.”

“Yeah, that guy’s one of the few men I really look up to, no offense. Especially with what he’s gone through, he’s had quite a success story. I’m glad that you’ve all stuck together.”

“None taken. He deserves that success like everybody else… And like I said, everyone is living their own lives. Some of them got their own drama. Their own hardships. I mean, some of our friends are gonna be in their thirties in a couple of years!”

“And looking back, I'd say that some things were better back then.”

“I’m guessing that you and Chae were already together back then, right?”

“Yep. We pretty much just fooled around when we were sophomores. We wanted to distance ourselves from our toxic exes. We didn’t even consider entering a hoe phase, because that ain’t our thing… Not long after, we finally became official in senior year.”

“So, you became a thing at the time,” his head slowly nods. “That’s why I missed it.”

“Well, that's odd…” Her eyebrow raises. “Did you take a leave of absence or something?”

“Pretty much… That’s when Junghoon and I first enlisted for military service.”

Her mouth closely opens. “Oooooh… So that’s why Tone-unnie was mostly by herself that year. I must’ve forgotten about that. It makes more sense.”

“Yeah, we kinda felt a little guilty, too, but Jung-ie and Yeonghwan-hyung thought about it first, and I just ended up following him.”

“At least you guys were together to deal with that. I figured it wasn't easy.”

“It definitely wasn’t, but I’d like to say, it was worth it for me personally… But, umm, enough about me. How about you? How was it like being the talk of the campus for a time?”

“As much as I'd like to ‘spill some tea’ about our senior year, we weren’t talked about that much. We might be a lesbian couple, but I don’t think we’re as well known as a couple like Xinyu and Sohyun. We kept ourselves private. We liked it that way.”

“Oh, yeah!” he snaps his fingers with excitement. “They’re one of the campus couples. Like one of the most memorable ones from our previous batch. I wonder what they’re doing nowadays? I only heard Xinyu-sunbae was at the reunion, but I never saw her.”

“She was… And I hate to burst your bubble, but those two aren’t together anymore.”

“Oh… Well, now that I realize it, you can just look up their careers on Naver or Google.”

“That’s more about Xinyu-unnie, but yeah… Even Sohyun-unnie also gets to have a life that everyone can be proud of. I’m sure even her parents are still bragging about her.”

“What about your parents?” he asks with curiosity, although such inquiry becomes enveloped in doubt once he hears himself saying it. “That is, if you don’t mind me asking. I was just curious…”

“Well, if I’m being honest, things are mostly fine and dandy between us.”

The intrigue in his brain is pushing him to ask more about this topic, but he listens on.

“But, the thing is, we never came out to our own parents after graduation. I don't speak for unnie’s parents, but I'd say our parents aren’t as homophobic as we expected they’d be. They’ve always been supportive to me all my life.”

Yet, despite his hesitation, she’s able to read his mind.

“That's impressive...” His head tilts to the side. “And kinda sad… The coming out part taking a little longer, I mean. We're already in the new decade—and some people still see liking someone of the same sex as a problem, you know?”

“That’s true, but I'm happy unnie and I have gone past that phase. And now, well… Let’s just say that it’ll get more complicated.” She looks down, rubbing and warming  the back of her left hand with her right palm. “Not that I see it as a bad thing.”

She has a point, something that makes Honggi think about his parents and siblings too, knowing his relationship isn’t as old-fashioned as whatever they have. Not to mention, his gossipy friends, too. How will he deal with their mouths running around? Still—he shakes off his thoughts about his family. This isn't about me. Not right now anyway.

“I’m glad with most of the way things are now,” she continues. “For better or worse.”

He gives her a pat on her back. “I couldn’t agree more. Mostly for the better, of course.”

“You’re not trying to get in my pants just because we connected more, are you?”

“Nope…” He raises his hands up playfully. “We can just be friends, you know?”

Even to her, that sounds off, but his presence now feels comforting to her. “I like that.”

“It’s nice that I got to know more about my girlfriend and girlfriend-in-law.”

“Yah,” she chuckles at his description, embarrassed enough to put her palm on his hand. “Well… It's really nice knowing you too, boyfriend-in-law.”

By the end of the week, it’s become a tradition for them to often get a video call from their girlfriend, whether it’s from Jiwoo or Honggi’s phone, a conversation that lasts from forty-five minutes to an hour, if not longer, before either of them heads to bed.

“Hey, you two!” Chaeyeon greets them with excitement. “How are my babes doing?”

“You really gonna call us that in the same room?” Jiwoo clenches her teeth.

“That's what you two are!” she insists with a pouty smile, pointing her index finger to each of them from her hotel bedroom.

“I’m fine with it,” Honggi shrugs beside Jiwoo.

“Of course you’re fine with it.” Jiwoo leans closer to the screen. “We’re more like in-laws.”

The man lets out a chortle just hearing her say it out loud. Jiwoo feels she’s been set up.

“In-laws, huh?” Chaeyeon smirks from the screen, her eyes glowing with excitement. “That’s interesting… I see you’ve made some progress!”

“What?” She turns to Honggi in annoyance. “Isn’t that what you came up with?”

“So you like being called that?” he teases her, nudging her right shoulder.

“I tolerate it,” she shrugs, before giving the man a soft sucker punch to his left shoulder, inciting a yelp from Honggi. “But don’t expect me to call you that every single time!”

For the rest of their talk, Jiwoo lets Honggi spill the beans of their weekly update. His question from that night still rings. A part of her wishes she can take her answer back. Right now, though, she’s more than happy that he’s around. Happy that he’s a part of Chaeyeon’s life… And hers—though to what extent is something that she’s still gonna have to figure out by herself.

= = =

Third week. Thursday evening. No hockey games were live on the television for Jiwoo to scream and cheer into. Not even a Disney or local musical for her to sing along to, which yes, Honggi has only recently learned of. Tonight, her brain has gone blank while staring in front of her phone. There’s no sense of awkwardness between them, though, arguably, this unbearable mundaneness inside the living room is just as bad, and being reminded of Chaeyeon’s physical absence even makes it worse for them.

Jiwoo turns her phone off, looking at Honggi. “Do you wanna grab a drink? Or a meal?”

“From the CVS?” His mind is ready to dress up. A habit that has been wired to his brain.

“No, I mean at a bar or club,” she counters, intuitively twirling a few strands of her hair.

“This late at night?” He points his index finger right at the sirens-filled window.

“Where else? I just pointed out those two places.”

“If that's the case, then I’m not too sure about that.”

“I know a place not too far from here. And I'm getting so frickin' bored just staying in here all night.”

“Can’t you just watch another film or a recorded game? I can call us something to eat.”

“Come on, man!” she whines, prompting her to solidify her argument by turning the TV off. “I'm sure you're feeling the same way, aren't you? It’ll be my treat, if you want.”

“Well, I can't deny a free drink…” the man admits, and, with that consideration, closes his laptop. “Yeah, why the hell not?” He cracks his knuckles. “We better dress up now. I don’t wanna wait around the line for too long.”

With a smile and nod, Jiwoo leaves the couch and rushes to her bedroom. Honggi waits, realizing that his duffle bag is inside the room—finding it odd that there’s no glimmer of disappointment in him, only anticipation.

Only an eight-minute walk from their place, the club. He can’t take his eyes off Jiwoo, considering her quite thin outfit. While he’s in the simple combination of a short sleeve polo and pants, the woman is more liberated and carefree with her attire, which actually impresses him. And yet, to make matters worse, Chaeyeon’s words start to echo through him. Persistent words, from a couple of months ago until before she left, flashing back to him in a whiplash.

“It's not the first time we've shared someone... I’m sure you’ve considered that.”

“Take care of our Jiwoo-yah…”

“You… Know what I… mean. Clearly… your junior… does.”

He shakes those thoughts off. Those were Chaeyeon’s words, not Jiwoo’s, you pervert.

Seeing her on the dance floor, Honggi walks towards the woman, but she does him a favor by pulling him in front of her without warning. “You still regret coming along?”

“No, I'm really liking this place,” he professes, slowly moving his body to the slow music. “The interior’s kinda refreshing, unlike most of my experiences with clubs, you know?”

“Let me teach you a few things then,” the woman flaunts her hair as the rhythm of the music intensifies in the background.

In the next half an hour, the pair would take turns of sitting down at the counter stools and going back to the dance floor. Swaying with each other’s arms, grooving with their free spirits and teaching each other several moves with exchanges of smiles and laughs. While his eyes are closed, Jiwoo notices the increase of people entering the dance floor. Following her next instinct, she slowly climbs her long arm on his shoulders and wraps herself around his neck, while her other hand guides the man’s right hand on her waist. Despite this intimate and suggestive gesture, Honggi hopes to forget his intrusive urges by focusing on his continuous locomotive movements.

“You’re quite the dancer,” he chuckles, smoothly following her beat to the music.

“I had a couple of other clubs than just Diamond Dreamers,” she crows with a smirk.

“I can tell… But I’m not even sure I can keep up with you, like you were a while ago.”

“You’re doing just fine!” she guarantees, raising her voice for him to hear her clearly. “Geez… I am far from the best judge of dancing, so as an average clubber—I can say you’ve got moves. I’m more invested with singing anyway.”

“Which you’re already a master at!” he concurs with a wide grin. “I’m not good at either singing or dancing like you are. As far as I'm concerned, I'd say I’m pro at winging stuff, but you’re more than a natural… You make things look easy.”

Jiwoo feels her face warming up, but Honggi’s mix of compliment and self-deprecation still bothers her, knowing it’s more than just about dancing. “Come on, I’m sure you’re good at something! A lot of things. You and unnie work at a broadcasting station. Like one of the most widespread in the country.”

“Yeah, but she’s definitely more capable than me, and I’m proud of her for that. By the way, you do remember that I took hotel management at university, right?”

“That doesn’t mean your degree was useless!” she raises her voice. “We also know that you’re great at communication. You talk to people—you open up yourself to them. You know how to have a heart-to-heart conversation and that’s a rarity in the media these days… So why not take something in that field?”

“That’s actually… Good advice… Huh… Gomawo, Ji.”

She shakes her head as a shy smile forms on her face. “You don’t need to, Honggi… That’s all you. You gotta start seeing what you’re capable of more often.”

As soon as her words melt his heart, the growing crowd begins to overwhelm his other senses. “Woah… I didn’t expect so many people to join this rave. Damn, I don’t think I can actually move around as much this time.”

Her eyes follow his direction. “You’re exaggerating, Honggi… They’re not that many.”

“I know, but I’m still not the best around crowds. I might as well go back to the stool—”

“We’ll just go slower, then…” She tightens her hold of him. “Stay a little closer to me, arasseo?” She keeps her gaze leveled with him. “We’ll be fine.”

Her eyes. Her reassuring smile. Her slower tone. Her tender touch—Ignore them. But he can’t. For some reason, it’s captivating. She's making him feel at ease, especially with the crowd being energetic around them, mindlessly throwing their arms in the air.

“What is this?” He looks around the club. “A gala? An American prom?”

Jiwoo chortles. “With this music? Really?”

“The music’s moving a little slower,” he defends.

“Doesn't mean it's a slow dance. People are still pumped up to this. Hell, I am.”

Her lips. She’s put on lipstick tonight. His ego insists he stops staring at them, with his impulses pushing him to maintain his gaze. His body can only respond with a gulp on his throat.

About two seconds, panic riveting throughout his senses can only force him to find an excuse out of her distance. “I–I'll get us another drink.”

“Oh…” is the only response she can throw at him as he walks away further. “Okay, then.” With her spirits too discouraged to follow him back to the counter, she only has herself to blame. “Way to go…” she mumbles amidst the exhilarating rumbles of the speakers.

The guilt-ridden woman faces the opposite direction, hoping to let herself loose on the dance floor, only to find herself bumping into a man with a similar height. But luck has not found her way, as while her heart is yearning for him to be Honggi, she is met with another familiar face. One that she's been dreading to see. One that she never hoped to see again. “Y–you…”

A mix of anger, fear, and despair begins to boil through her veins. “Well, well,” the man gives her a smile too distasteful for her to forget. “Look who decided to show up again.”

“Funny seeing you here,” she quips, fixing her posture in front of him. “Been a while.”

“Well, what can I say?” the not-so-stranger opens his arms, dominating over his spot on the dance floor even without making any moves unlike the ones around him. “This place has brought back a few good memories. How can you just forget all of those?”

As he stares from afar, Honggi feels compelled to ask—but his hesitations tell him to sit this one out for now. Not everything has to be your business. But it’s Chae’s girlfriend, another voice in his mind rebuts. She may be an independent woman, but that’s your woman’s woman, and some possibly sexually intimidating guy has approached her. His instincts can only warn him: it doesn’t feel right. Whether it’s jealousy or not, he can’t get these two off his mind.

“Those memories were nice, but other ones got in the way…” Jiwoo shoots back. “And now, you clearly can’t take ‘no’ for an answer after I kicked you out of my place.”

“Look, Ji, I didn’t have much of a choice. That open thing was still new to—”

“It was new to everyone we’ve met… Yet you’ve made your choice from the moment you disrespected my girlfriend. The moment you’ve invited your degenerate friend when she didn’t want to see anyone at the time!”

That’s him, his mind has picked up the pieces based on the escalation of their hostility. The man Chaeyeon has told him about. He abandons the pair of bottles at the counter, walking back to the dance floor as the tension between the two escalates in front of his own eyes, witnessing their facades slowly break through their faces and hand gestures.

“Come on, Jiwoo-yah…” The man’s hand holds onto her shoulders, his foul breath is reeking with the bottles he has drunk in the past few hours. “Let’s just talk this out… Chaeyeon-ssi doesn’t know what she’s missing… Hmm? Han’s already backed out—”

With aggression driven by fear, she attempts to shake off her hands of his drunken grip. “Get the fuck out of my face, Cheol. This is your final warning.”

His tone of desperation deepens into resentment, slowly clenching his hold of her. “Not until you tell me to my face and answer my question.”

“What question?” Her voice mirrors her movement, rising with fright and intimidation while feeling the paralysis of his presence.

“You haven’t fallen for any of her boyfriend or girlfriend, have you?”

Hesitation emerges from Jiwoo’s expression as his hand tugs hers with excessive force, stubborn and obsessed to let go of the woman. Her heart pumps faster than usual. She can’t give an answer, especially if it’s gonna give him satisfaction.

“See? I’m sure you’ve slept with your girlfriend’s boyfriends,” Cheol snickers in disbelief. “God, even saying that out loud just sounds ridiculous. If you were only single—”

“Must be a skill difference, then,” Honggi steps forward beside Jiwoo, allowing her to release herself from Cheol’s grip. Her eyes widen at his sudden act. She knows where this is going. An attempt to try to be a hero by diffusing this already boiling situation. “Or maybe you’ve been treating everything like some game.”

Cheol scoffs, but Honggi’s wit and courage impresses him too. He takes more and more steps forward, intimidating Honggi as he cautiously walks backwards in response. “You must be the new one… You got a mouth, don’t you?”

“I’m Honggi.” He tries to keep composure, a lot more than the man confronting him. “You must be Cheol, aren’t you?” For good measure, he extends his right hand.

“So, I assume that Jiwoo’s told you about me?” he jeers, arrogantly ignoring his gesture.

“Nah,” he lets out a chuckle. “I just thought it was obvious.” One that gives even Honggi an ick as it reaches his ears.

“Really?” Cheol maintains his composure. “Not even a word from her chatty and busty girlfriend, Chaeyeon? Oh, is it your girlfriend too? I get things confused. Don’t you?”

Honggi’s blood begins to boil, both his fists slowly clenching on his legs. “Not me.”

As irritation builds up in his veins, the man deepens his voice. “That bitch is toying with you. They both are.”

Even his toes clench inside his shoes. But Honggi crosses his arms, shaking his head in contempt. “I think only a primitive wouldn’t understand something that simple, dude. Well, no… Even a caveman would probably have more respect and chivalry than you… Maybe that’s why you still get no ladies.”

Striking a nerve, the aggressor snaps out with an irritated grunt. Before his senses can warn him, Honggi takes a sucker punch from Cheol to the right side of his face.

“Honggi-ssi!” Jiwoo screams in agitation. Her left leg takes a large step forward, only to be held back by the customers beside her, who warn her that it’s too late and dangerous to intervene. “But it’s my friend, let me go!”

“Call the bouncer.” With a worried tone, the one on her right advises another bystander.

“Just stay back, Jiwoo,” he tells her, extending his right arm to her with his palm open. However, her mind and movements tell her not to follow his advice. “I can handle this, just—” Feeling a tingle from his skin, Honggi looks back at the attacker.

As Cheol charges towards him a second time with a hostile bellow, Honggi sidesteps, quickly raising his fists, and retaliates with a quick but solid jab right to his left cheek using his left fist, pushing the former to the other side of the crowd. And despite their instincts catching him, the same witnesses almost immediately take a few steps back.

With his right knuckle, Cheol wipes off the blood on his lips. A smirk forms. “Not bad…”

In his slouched position, he lunges at Honggi a second time, but fortunately for the latter, his focus is locked on him. Catching his fist, they enter a struggle, their arms clinching in defense while Cheol tries to inflict a second damage against him.

“You never know when to quit, do you?” he taunts him. “You should’ve listened to her.”

Thank God, most of his military training has worn off yet. Otherwise, he'd be eating his own words and more of the man’s fists all night. Though things are not looking the best for him either, as they’re stuck in this grapple, while his attacker keeps throwing lighter dirty punches on his body using his left hand. He takes a few hits on his gut and elbows, triggering a few coughs of agony from Honggi while he strategizes his next move at him. He’s not just fighting for himself, he just doesn’t want to hear him say anything foul and ill against his girlfriend and her girlfriend, no matter how confusing that might sound in others’ heads.

“Well, I can say the same thing with you…” Honggi throws back, as he blocks a major hit from hitting his chest. “She’s not interested, buddy. Pretty sure she was clear with that.”

“Leave him the hell alone,” Jiwoo roars, having returned to the crowd.

Cheol turns his head to her. “Or what? You’re gonna call your girlfriend back at your—”

With a window of opportunity now opening to his eyes, Honggi manages to let go of his hands off his shoulders and lowers on the floor. Sliding his right leg, he sweeps Cheol’s legs off the ground. He tumbles on the floor, allowing the former to run back to Jiwoo while his attacker groans in pain and confusion. The woman holds onto him tightly, agitated by the look of his face. “Just stay beside me… Bouncers are on their way.”

Even with a bloody nose, plus bruised lips, cheekbone, and ego, the attacker lets out one taunting laugh from his supine position. “You think that little wooing quest of yours will last? You'll end up like me.” His fist clenches. “Like everyone else they’ve dumped.”

Honggi walks toward him with some caution, though fear has left his system. “At least, I’ll know when to stop. I’m not one who lashes out when I get rejected.”

Just before the security guard can break them up, Jiwoo comes running at the risen Cheol with a blare and swift right jab directly to his face. That’s a knockout for him.

“He’s nothing like you, asshole,” she chimes in, glaring at his unconscious body getting carried and dragged out by his pals, holding both of his shoulders as they ditch the club, while another bouncer sees them off until they're no longer within their distance.

An hour later, they took a taxi back to Chaeyeon and Jiwoo’s apartment, where they’re having a talk about the incident. “I'm not pressing charges,” she tells him, pulling out an ointment med kit. “And neither should you.”

“What?!” Honggi takes out the ice pack on his cheek, letting his other fingers touch his own face, until he feels a cut on his chin. “Ow…”

“Careful, I just patched that up.” She rubs another dap of ointment on his bruise.

“I mean, like why not press charges?” he clarifies, putting the ice pack back on his face.

“You said it was my call,” she points out. “Unless you really want me to press charges.”

“No, no…” He pinches his nose, thankfully untouched during the fight, unlike Cheol’s. “You don't have to, but it's not about that, Jiwoo…”

“What else is it about then? Cheol was the assailant. He was guilty and his friends should know that. If that still isn’t enough, there were a lot of witnesses at the place. They even got their faces on camera... Also, he's been blacklisted there since tonight.”

“It’s good that they’re consistent with their security, but do you think that’s gonna be enough to keep them out of your sight?”

“He’s not gonna come back… Even if he or his friends do show up, I know people.”

Her delivery sends shivers through his spine. “They’re not like hitmen, are they?”

“Nothing violent of any kind,” she answers him. “Plus, you’ve given him enough hell… I don’t think I’m that worth fighting for.”

That touches a sore spot in him, seeing herself like that. “What makes you say that?”

“He was fighting for his pride and ego. You were…” She stops for a second, scanning his bruised face. For a split second, her eyes look down his lip. They're contused like half of his face, yet she can't take her eyes off them. She looks up to his eyes, which makes her swallow her throat. Why am I feeling this now? her mind gripes, feeling that rhythm.

Honggi's head slowly tilts, cautious by her delay. “I was what?”

“A bit reckless… Yeah, that’s what you were tonight.” Her volume rises as her cadence hardens through his conflicting reprimand. “You gave in to your male ego, and look where that got you.”

With a deep sigh, he can only stare at the blank space, clueless on what to say next. “You’re right,” he admits. But I didn’t regret that, his mind adds.

“Look,” she continues with a sigh. “I don't like it when people I care about get their way, getting themselves into trouble, just to defend me.”

People I care about... those four words echo through his mind. “Why not?”

“It's primitive, it’s reckless. Like what you said earlier, which is ironic.”

“He wasn’t gonna stop harassing you.”

“Well…” She holds him on his right shoulder. “I can take care of myself, Honggi.”

“I know you can.” He gives her shoulder a soft fist bump. “You really gave him a nice knuckle sandwich to the face, too.”

“Thanks. I, uhh, learned that technique from a good friend,” she humblebrag, raising her clenched fist. “So you know I was capable of defending myself from that goon.”

“Yeah, but I was already there,” he continues. “You're just gonna have to get used to it.”

“I was gonna say that you should've used your words more, but I doubt those cavemen were gonna get the memo. Just consider yourself lucky his friends didn't join the party that much before the bouncers came. Well, they were distracting the guards the whole time, but you get what I mean.”

“Yeah, I know... Plus, I'll get in more trouble if Chaeyeon finds out that her girlfriend got hurt, especially when I happened to be there.”

“But in return, her boyfriend did get hurt.” Her voice almost cracked.

Even hearing the tremble in Jiwoo’s voice makes him feel a fissure in his heart.

“I'll handle her reaction. Let's just keep it low for now. Maybe until tomorrow.”

”Fair enough,” she places her right cheek on her palm. “Let’s make that until Saturday… I wouldn't wanna get on unnie's bad side, either.”

They both have a hearty laugh at her sentiment.

“Thanks, Honggi-ssi. I, uhh, I appreciate what you did... Even if it was a bit reckless, you were pretty badass there too with your leg sweep.”

He laughs at her compliment, before the silence ensues their distance once again.

With it, Jiwoo can only listen to her own heartbeat, growing louder and louder while she maintains her gaze with him. But she wants the sound to shut up and slow down, so she leans closer to his lips.

Honggi cups her chin, continuing what she started, captivated and intoxicated not by the alcohol, but by her lips and her taste, which ironically enough, also tastes like her drink. With their eyes closed, this pair can only feel each other's lips, something their girlfriend’s felt hundreds of times. Only this time, she tastes the metallic of his wound, with the hint of sweetness still enthralling her to explore the rest of his mouth.

After a minute, Jiwoo slowly tugs on to his shoulders, which ends their sizzling moment. Their eyes meet for a second, but a hint of guilt and embarrassment strikes into Jiwoo's heart, which compels her to let her hands go off his.

“Mianhae…” she mutters, looking down on the couch while she catches her breath.

Honggi is just as bewildered. Her move gave him whiplash, but his heart only knows one reaction to it. He went into the kiss too, after all. “It's okay. But, you should get washed… And head to bed, that is if you want to... It's just, it's already late and all.”

“Oh, right.” She gets up from the couch. “Of course.”

Jiwoo rushes into her room, while Honggi takes out his phone from his pocket. He locates his chat with Chaeyeon. After a deep sigh, he begins typing a new message.

= = =

The next day. Friday. Not much has happened. The bruises on Honggi's face have made some improvement, though he still had to make up an excuse at work that he tripped on his face while rushing through the subway. Of course, nobody was fully convinced by his story, but it made for an entertaining conversation between his friends and colleagues. He has yet to come up with a convincing story to his family, but he still has another week to brainstorm or just await the inevitable before they visit his apartment.

At the bakery, Jiwoo burned two orders. Thankfully, they weren't detrimental enough. “Why not just take the day off, Jiwoo-yah…” her manager advised her. “You are lucky Kim-daepyonim isn’t paying a visit this week. She still holds you in high regard.”

“Ne, Sajangnim.” Jiwoo keeps her guilt-ridden gaze on the floor. “Joesonghamnida.” She bows to the older woman for the third time. “It won’t happen again.”

“Is it because of the man?” she throws the question, her pitch slightly higher.

“Huh?” She looks at her in an instant. “What man?”

“Well, I’m told he’s one who paid a visit here last week. The guy your girlfriend is seeing, if I’m not mistaken. He was here even before that.”

“Who told you—?” Her tone becomes frantic. “Was it the part-timers?”

The manager laughs at her almost state of panic, giving her a pat on her left shoulder. “Don’t worry… I won’t pry on it too much. They don't know much anyways.”

Realizing her own overreaction, Jiwoo slowly scratches the side of her hair. “Was it that obvious, unnie?”

Later that night, Honggi stayed over at the apartment once again, but he didn't say anything. Not about what happened last night, anyway.

From the single chair next to the couch, Jiwoo kept her stare at the screen in the last ten minutes, but she’s not focusing on the players, or the game, as much as she usually does. Meanwhile, Honggi’s on the kitchen table, scrolling his laptop with his wireless mouse, scrolling and scrolling through the blank spreadsheet of his document without a clear and coherent and moving thought in his brain—Except for one.

Muting the TV, she breaks the cold silence. “Look, about what happened last night—”

“I know, Jiwoo…” He gulps his throat. “It doesn’t have to change anything… Right?”

“Of course not,” Jiwoo answers him with a nervous chuckle. She wants to take it back.

Is that what either of them want? And yet, despite Honggi’s interjection, the man walks towards her—without a word—while she watches him sit on the couch, facing her. Jiwoo knows she can no longer ignore that beat. That thumping louder and louder inside her chest can no longer be deafened by the sounds of upbeat music. She doesn’t say a word either, paralyzed by her heartbeat. Honggi is feeling not too different, but his hesitation still holds back what he urges to do. Then a thought whispers into his mind, what more do I have to lose? If she rejects me, I will take it like a man. Chaeyeon will understand.

With a short heave, the man leans his face closer into her, making the move this time. His lips touch hers, closing his eyes for a moment, only to break it a few seconds later. Slowly, he opens his eyes, bracing himself for the woman’s reaction. A slap, or a much more painful dead silence.

Jiwoo only pulls him back to her lips, wrapping her arms around his neck, like she used to on the dance floor. Fuck, she deduces. I want him, who cares if I seem to be rushing things? In Honggi’s mind, his thoughts now revolve around one realization: I need her.

They break their moment, finding the time to breathe out with their wide smiles.

“This is gonna complicate things more, won’t it?” he leans his forehead with hers.

“Yes and no…” she counters, giving him another, quicker kiss. “Not for us, anyway.”

Combined with her daring look, Jiwoo’s warm breath reaching his face just made his body tingle. “You know what? Let’s not think about that now.”

“I agree,” she giggles, right before she goes in for his lips once again.

Giving up their mental restraints, they’re both irresistible to each other. Their presence. Their touch. Their taste. Their minds submits to their bodies, giving into their libidinal urges towards each other. Ones that they were too afraid to act on, despite their lover’s subtle insistence and approval from time to time.

The pair break their kiss after a moment, leaving a string of saliva, gasping for air while their face is left with a moment of awe and euphoria. Jiwoo’s fingernails remain clawed through his chest, thankfully not enough to damage the fabric or pierce his skin.

“I, uhh, I’m kinda getting sick of the bed,” she admits, staring at their bedroom door from afar and taking a careful look back at the clean mattress. “No offense to you or unnie. I just really don’t wanna keep getting our bed rewashed every two weeks.”

“Gwenchana, Jiwoo-yah. I understand.” He looks around the room before facing her, unsure about where her mind will go, or where they will go, to be exact. “Do you have anywhere else in mind?”

Hearing his question, her cheeks begin to blush hot red. “A few… But I have one now.”

Jiwoo jumps on Honggi, joining him on the leather couch. With Jiwoo on top and Myungsoo on the bottom, their lips remain intact and tongues keep clashing in rhythm like they are stuck on a frozen pole, only their saliva keeping each other’s touch heated and humid even amidst this breezy night. Their fingers seize this opportunity to traverse each other’s bodies reclined on the cushion for the first time.

His hands scan her back, feeling her breasts and hips, until they’ve reached her shorts, igniting a series of giggles and titters from both of them. Such a habit from Jiwoo’s has always sparked a few reactions from Honggi. Rarely has it annoyed him. And strangely enough, it always aroused him in the past month and a half. Maybe even a little longer.

“Don’t beat around the bush…” she mutters, prompting him to only answer with a nod.

He takes off his shorts and then his underwear in front of her. Their makeout continues, as Honggi gently demonstrates his dominance over Jiwoo by guiding her head and lying instead before digging his fingernails on the couch—beneath the foundation of his arms. With excitement, she waits for his next move.

With only her eyes of approval, his cock enters her clean-shaven cunt. It is thanks to his own precum that his entry becomes less ragged. “Oh, goodness,” she moans, prompting her to wrap her arms around his waist like a seatbelt.

“You’re so big,” Jiwoo groans under her breath, slowly pinching on his skin like it’s a pin cushion, a prickling feeling that he surprisingly takes well. Much, much bigger than any of my toys, she thinks to herself. Or unnie’s. Should I buy a new—maybe a bigger one? Fuck it, stop thinking.

“And you’re so tight,” Honggi retorts with a smirk. She exhales a chuckle, feeling some lightheadedness with his whole cock now inside her vaginal walls, plunging in and out, which she’s feeling even from her stomach. Within the guy’s mind, a part of him starts the comparison between his lovers, but he grunts those thoughts off by letting his own member begin his powered swings back and forth.

They now move through a common rhythm, thrusting and grinding against each other’s bodies, their years of carnal experience culminating through the clapping of their skins and clashing of their tongues, relishing the assortment of flavors they’ve had from their late night snacks and drinks. They would taste the hint of iron in his own mouth, which alerts him, giving him an idea to wash it off more. But she, much like a vampire, cannot care less. Her arms remain gripped to his shoulders whenever she feels his urge to pull out of some hesitation. Jiwoo’s ego considers this as a reward, but her primal side just wants more of it. More of him. In her subconscious, she wants to prove that she cares too. That she hungers for him as they do for Chaeyeon. More than most of her exes in the past five years.

Their growing moans begin to reverb, echoing at their faces along with their skins.

He’s mine! her mind crazes, letting her hips maintain her grinds, even challenging herself to move against the current of his thrusts. He’s fucking ours!

Now that momentum has been achieved, the man is compelled to take the initiative, increasing his thrusts by an inch as he grunts with every force he delivers. With his continued pumps, deeper into her chambers, he starts to reach her sensitive spots.

As both of them had expected, they would spend the following minutes upping the ante of their session finding ways to accelerate each other’s stimulation from this limited yet exciting and familiar position. Moving her hands further down, Jiwoo holds onto his ass cheeks and gives both of them a squeeze, triggering a moan from her lover. “What the…”

But the longer she holds his cheeks with her palms, the stronger his pumps get. As soon as one starts to reach their limit, their voices become more intelligible at the expense of their breaths running out second by second. Jiwoo’s moans start to crack the same way her voice would.

“Oh–oppa…” she mutters next to his ears. This is the first time she’s called him that.

“Ye—yeah?” Honggi answers, finding the moment to fix her unkempt strands of hair amidst their rocking bodies, yearning to see her striking face.

“I’m not… Safe today!” she brings up, her tone of panic blending with her vibrating voice while still grinding on his hips, unable to stop herself from taking delight in their union. Her mind is too lightheaded to focus as her volume of stimulation overflows. “And I—”

Right, how could he forget? He’s been thinking with this dick more than his own brain, now they're in this kerfuffle. Nevertheless, he shakes his worst fears off and improvises the closest solution while his thrusts remain on autopilot.

“It’s… Okay,” he huffs, pepping a few kisses on her cheeks while maintaining his thrusts. Enticed by her scent, he himself is feeling the buildup inside his shaft. “Fuck, uuuhhh…”

Even his mere pecks add into her gratifying sensations. “Mmmnnggghhh…” she quivers, biting into his left shoulder right before she yelps and screams, “Imma—I’m—I’m close!”

Heeding the woman’s thunderous plea and grunting into the pressure of her teeth on his shoulder, Honggi quickly pulls his cock out of her entrance just in time as the stream of seed bursts out of him in the next five seconds. Jiwoo cups his cheek and kisses him in delight, listening to his member shooting his cum, until it slows down, like a waterfall.

As most of his load lands on her belly or the couch, Jiwoo takes a good amount of his semen on her palm into her mouth like warm and salty congee. She gulps it down her throat, wiping off traces of cum on her lips with her right thumb, something that captivates Honggi further, only chortling at her final act. Returning to the realm of silence, they lie on the couch next to each other, with Jiwoo heaving on the right edge and Honggi on the left, his right arm dangling over the floor. It’s a miracle they even managed to fit in together.

Ten minutes have passed, yet Honggi still can’t get what she just said out of his mind. Their lips part to catch their breaths, but Jiwoo—with her eyes of hunger and hands of desperation—only pulls him in for another session after their three seconds of breather.

When his breath eases up, he brings it up. “Chamkaman… What do you mean by few?”

“You’ll see…” A smirk forms on Jiwoo’s face. That teasing smirk that always gets him. “Well, if you’re up for it.”

He lets out a wheeze in disbelief. “She expected this, you know?”

“Yeah… I hate that she’s right sometimes,” she admits. “Well, most of the time.”

His curiosity arises from her remark. “About what?”

“That you really are vanilla,” she shoots back with a taunting gaze and wide laughter.

His head tilts, his eyes squinting. In his heart, as if a dart has struck it, particularly his myocardium, somehow it accelerates his pumps, despite being perfectly still. “Is that a compliment or an insult?”

“Compliment, dummy… But then again, I was honestly kinda expecting something else.”

He can only pout, making himself ponder about what he could've possibly done wrong during their first time. The woman sees the descent of enthusiasm on his face, and she finds it cute, seeing him just as invested in this passionate exchange as she is. Yet, she doesn’t want to rub him the wrong way with her playful attitude.

“That being said…” she continues, tiptoeing her fingers down to his nether regions. “Unnie also told me not to underestimate you… How about we find out?”

The man’s eyebrow slowly raises; his cock would follow. A smirk follows on his face.

“Your wish is my command,” he pledges to the woman. “What do you want, Jiwoo?”

She leans closer next to his left ear, her smile mirroring his with anticipation.

“Take my ass, oppa.” She didn’t have to, but she knows that it intensified the effect.

Traveling from his spine to his shaft, fear and wonder came to him. “Huh?”

Her eyes can sense the conflict through his. “You don’t have to if you’re scared—”

“No, no,” he interjects. His masculine ego just takes over. “Of course, I’d like that.”

“I have some lube at the nightstand…”

The man does what she’s requested. Honggi runs to their bedroom, rummaging through the nightstand for the box of condoms. He opens up a packet, wearing it as quickly as he can, followed by him holding the silicone-based lube next to the box. By his observation the bottle is almost half empty and maybe a couple of months old, but that bothers him little. Instead, such a finding only adds up to his curiosity about his partners. He opens the lid, squeezing a few drops on his shaft and wears the opened condom next. He then gives it another squeeze, spreading the smear around the thin latex protecting his cock.

Just imagining the feel of Jiwoo’s touch and the glory of her body, which he’s felt, makes him lean his head backwards, but before he can moan, he reminds himself, This isn't the real thing. He snaps himself back to reality. Don't leave her hanging outside, dumbass!

He takes a look at the oval mirror on the desk, straightening his posture and taking a deep breath as he whispers, “You can do this.” Not wanting to keep Jiwoo waiting, he runs back to the living room, where he is welcomed by the woman in her sensational naked figure. She stands up from her seat, also salivating on the view in front of her.

“You don't have to rush.” Jiwoo’s smile widens. “I'm not going anywhere...”

He scoffs at her tease, approaching her with his fully erect cock. “Okay, it’s done. Should you bend over now or?”

“Oh, no… Not that…” she holds his hand with such speed. “I, uhh, I’d like to look at you.”

“Oh…” Now, he feels his face warming up and his heartbeat consistently elevating at the sight of her genuine request. “Of course. Sure. Let’s do it front then.”

Just as she feels her lips curling upwards, Jiwoo gives him another kiss, something that neither of them can resist nor can ever get tired of. She breaks it so she can tell him “I'll help you put it in.”

They both sit on the sturdiest middle of the couch, placing their legs around each other. His tip can feel the hole he just entered moments ago. He’s tempted, but that's not what she wants. Jiwoo spreads and raises her legs—holding each with her hands for a second. Thanks to some semblance of willpower and the woman’s effort, his member aligns with her asshole thanks to his straightened and sensitive shaft—now finding her hole clearly.

“Right there,” she affirms, exhaling with a sense of bliss with his tip. “That’s the spot.”

They both take a deep breath at the same time, much to each other’s surprise.

With meticulous eyes and movement, Honggi slides his erect shaft into her hole.

It’s definitely a lot tighter than the woman’s cunt. The woman releases a whimper. On the bright side, the process has become much smoother, thanks to Jiwoo's suggestion.

He sees her face, as it starts to pour with sweat. “You alright?” he worries.

Reacting with a rapid nod, she keeps her eyes closed and her lips bitten, much like her anal walls tightening around his resilient cock. “Just—keeeeep—ngnhhgnhh—going…”

With a soft grunt, he nods, pulling her while pushing himself deeper. If he never had lube, she would have a lot harder time taking in. Even now, his shaft is only halfway.

Each of his hands on her ass cheeks, holding them firm like it’s cake. And much like dough, he kneads them. Spreading her opening as his member penetrates deeper. The pace of his thrusts begin to quicken within her ass. With a burst of yelp from the woman, he knows that he’s reached her first “A-spot.” Hopefully, it won’t be the last as he pushes his cock upwards, forcing the woman to lean her body backwards, her legs still in the air.

“Oh, God!” she squeals, digging down her fingernails into his back, but he’s too aroused by the tight sensation to feel an ounce of pain or irritation. “Please… Nnnngghhh…”

His cock reaches the deepest region of her anal chambers, the deepest he can plunge into. But he shouldn’t have much of a problem with going further. She wants ‘this’ to stay, and she demonstrates her simultaneous hunger and pleasure by hugging him tighter, feeling her own breasts colliding into his chest, squeezing even, as if their bodies keep on merging and parting like their nethers.

Inside, he proceeds to motion his member backwards and forwards, like a pendulum, with Jiwoo singing a much higher note as her insides are slowly getting stretched out with ethereal exhilaration. “Fuck, this is… This is the best,” she whimpers.

With a strenuous force and a solidified girth, his shaft transforms into a battering ram, striking more and more of her more sensitive spots around her sticky constricting hole. Adding a new trick, Honggi shoves his open mouth right into her left breast, prompting a moan from his partner while she feels his saliva coating her nipple and plump mound. Both his movements strike a balance between roughness and gentleness to her pleasure. After several minutes of thrusting inside Jiwoo’s ass, he finally gives it his all once more, busting his load a second time inside his condom while the woman cries with pleasure in reaching her anal orgasm, continuously squirting fluids from her vagina.

Seeing her discharge simmering down, Honggi pulls his cock out, standing up before landing on the opposite side of the couch. Jiwoo returns to a sitting position, echoing her partner’s pants. They catch their breath for the second time. Honggi’s gaze trails down at her bottom before their eyes meet.

“Does it still hurt?” His fingers gently caress her plump and sweating rim.

“That’s the thing…” she scoffs in disbelief. “It didn’t. It was big, but you took your time.”

“That’s good to know… I’m glad I, uhh, satisfied you enough. The lube helped, big time.”

“Are you kidding?” she wheezes. “You did so well. Cut yourself some slack.”

“Really?” That’s his first time, although now isn’t the time he wants to admit such a fact. Deep down, she's aware that is the case, but she doesn't wanna burst out his bubble. It is already a wild weekend for both of them–yet they’ve managed to end it on a higher note.

“Mm-hmm…” she places her hand on his cheek, finding warmth on its surface.

“Well, thanks, I guess..?” He scratches his head. “But, we should definitely stop now.”

“Don’t you want a third one?” she huffs. “They say the third time’s a charm, right?”

He shakes his head, exhaling a chortle. “You horny-ass woman…”

“Fine, fine!” she whines in defeat. “I’m a bit too tired to continue, anyway.”

“I knew it,” he teases, before sighing with satisfaction. “Let’s call it a night.”

She echoes him with a longer exhale. “Arasseo… Thank you, oppa…”

He leans in on her forehead, giving it three rapid smooches. “Anytime, Jiwoo-yah.”

They slowly close their eyes, submitting into the soothing void of their worn out minds as the air conditioner continues to blow more breeze that will comfort them til sunrise.

= = = =

This Saturday morning lives up to the season of summer. Finding bliss in the kiss of the sunlight rather than irritation, it has become an ideal time for the pairing to explore. As early as ten in the morning, they’ve been out strolling at the Han River Park, right after taking a checkup at the nearest clinic and buying medications for his injuries.

“Wait, if the bakery's closed today and now that my checkup is done, are you gonna give me a reason why we've dressed up and have been traveling outside all day—like a bunch of old farts?”

“Old farts?” she jeers at his specific description. “Speak for yourself.”

“I’m just a year old—Are you gonna give me an answer or not? Not even a hint?”

“You'll see,” she goads him. Her smirk only rubs more salt in his figurative wound.

“You’ve been such a tease ever since we did it!” he whines.

“You can stay at the apartment, if you want,” she nonchalantly remarks.

“Maybe I will,” he swallows a humph, hoping it will incite another reaction.

“Hey, come on, now… Do you not want a date with me or not?” she shoots back.

A huff of air leaves Honggi’s mouth. His voice tones down into desperation. Of course, he doesn’t want things to end just as it began. He didn’t even realize this was a date to begin with. “I, uhh, of course, I want that… Just lead the way.”

They would take a trip across the park, even though his partner-in-crime hadn't told her much about her plans. On their first destination, the two had taken a walk to a pathway covered with shade trees, a location that Jiwoo had considered meticulously throughout their five-minute stroll.

“We’ve been walking her for a while, so just cut to the chase.”

Her head wanders around the locale, inspecting the surroundings of any other soul or even eyes from above that may be lurking. “This seems like a good spot, doesn't it?”

“For sightseeing?” His eyes follow her gaze. “If you want more trees to look at up close, sure, I guess… Why can’t we just be in a more open area, like the one we just walked by this whole time?”

Her eyes roll to the side. She pulls him closer to her until they’re now in an isolated spot. Behind a cluster of trees and surrounded by wide and tall bushes that cover their entire body. A scenario like this is what he’d only imagine in a sex comedy or a manhwa. She pins him to the rough bark, attacking his lips with her own. Honggi doesn’t stop her, focusing only on devouring her lips and sliding his fingers down her waist and hips.

And right before he can turn the tables, the woman breaks their kiss, hungrily leaving a few hickeys on his neck, before kneeling down as she begins to unbuckle his belt.

Out of panic and instinct, he holds her hands to stop her scheme. “What are you doing?”

She gets up, but her hands latch on to the man’s waist. “We can stop, if that’s what you want, but I thought you went along with it.”

“I, uhh, thought we're just gonna make out,” he admits, stealing a few glances at her lips.

“Really?” she chuckles. “That's oddly romantic.”

“Is this your idea of a date?” he questions her back.

“Not usually…” Her delivery descends with less enthusiasm. “But, I needed a moment to blow off some steam this weekend… I just thought you'd consider it too, after everything that happened.”

He nods in silence, letting her do her work. Honggi realizes that she also needs this as much as he wants it. “I did consider it—but let's just keep things a little quiet, Jiwoo.”

“That’s supposed to be my line, but sure,” Jiwoo’s smile arises, encouraged to go on with pulling down his pants, landing on the smooth grass. On her knees once again, she pulls him down a little further, making him slouch a little. Once all is set in place, the woman stares at his manhood in wonderment, slowly rising in front of her eyes like a balloon. “Hello to you, again…”

Her sucking him off behind a bush is definitely not what he has expected, but to him, it’s a moment that’s ten levels better than a picnic with his closest friends—even though that is also a lovely idea for another time. What about him being with her and Chaeyeon? Oh, that one is giving him another reaction. He shakes the idea off before his cock—Too late.

Honggi tries to muffle those thoughts, holding onto her bun as he continues fucking her mouth. Jiwoo coordinates with his crazed and rough grip, moving in and out of his cock with smoothness, thanks to her near-endless saliva dripping out of her muffled piehole. Minutes go by, and Honggi has lost track of his surroundings, his senses dwindling into a state of ecstasy, losing all sense of awareness in favor of stimulation.

“I’m—gonna. Ugggghhh. I’m close,” he groans, keeping one hand clawed on his partner’s bun with his other holding onto the tree bark. Mustering up his last charges of strength, Honggi gives five more primal thrusts on her mouth as his load finally blows on his sixth, shooting straight to her tongue and throat.

She swallows them all, allowing his ears to clearly catch on a hearty gulp from her throat and a few coughs despite his almost blurry vision. Such a heavenly aftermath makes him pat her head like she’s some kind of a pet, before pulling her on her shoulders so she can stand up.

With no drop sperm left to drip on the grass, he pulls in his boxer and zips his pants up, collecting one's thoughts while ignoring his semi-erect bulge, hoping for time to just let it deflate later on. “Holy shit… That’s, uhh, that’s one way to start the morning.”

As a chuckle leaves her mouth, she wipes off the stains of cum on her lips. She feels her own stomach rumbling. “It’s almost eleven-thirty, oppa. Don’t you wanna have lunch?”

“I’m good with that. But are you sure you don’t wanna get yourself cleaned first?”

“I’m fine. A restaurant isn’t that far from here. I’ll just wash for a bit once we get there.”

They would take a walk to the restaurant, hoping to cool themselves down after that surprise sexcapade. Or rather, that was the plan. Nevertheless, they made it, picking their seats to a table about a few feet away from the unisex restroom. Jiwoo led him.

Almost soaked in their own sweat from their own improvised chase, Honggi feels his pits dampened under his shirt, but the luxurious quality of the aircon breeze flowing across the restaurant, as well as their orders, makes them forget about the heat they endured outside. Roughly an hour later, they find themselves stuffed to the fullest.

“Was your food good?” he asks back, placing his fork on the now empty plate.

“Oh, no doubt,” Jiwoo takes a sip of her iced tea. Her hair is now undone.

“Those arancini and scallops were exquisite… And man, this carbonara is to die for!”

“You’re being dramatic, you know that?” she snickers, finding his remarks fascinating.

“We didn’t have breakfast, Jiyu,” he grumbles. “Of course, I’d be bonkers over lunch.”

“That’s a fair point.” She leans back. “But I gotta admit… It’s not as good as your cum.”

His eyes pop out of his head. “Jiwoo-yah!”

She giggles at his outburst. He knows how mischievous she can be, but even in public? Her attitude is something not even Chaeyeon and he would've dared to attempt, aside from a few suggestive flirtations they’ve exchanged.

The woman wipes her lips with her napkin and sips down the last of her iced tea before  standing up, unconcerned about the few drops dripping down her chin. “Follow me in the restroom.”

“What?” he asks, finding himself partially paralyzed with such a sudden instruction. “Come again?”

“That’s the idea,” she answers. “Or don’t… Your choice,” she shrugs, turning her back with a straight face. Honggi follows her five minutes later, rushing to her with caution.

Rawdogging someone from behind inside a bathroom stall used one of his old fantasies. Chaeyeon has told him several things about Jiwoo before he became closer with her, but nothing about their private times. Now that he’s also with the latter, he realizes that it is better that way. She's fucking wild, he repeats in his mind in the last seven minutes of their stay, as if that's not obvious enough as he enables her with his perverted spirits.

“Keep… it… down,” he grunts, pounding on Jiwoo’s cunt; her skirt hanging on the hook.

Hearing her noises still growing in volume, he puts his two of his fingers into her mouth to muffle her moans. Oddly enough, it's only turning him on with her salivating over his hands, despite just having their hearty meal. Both parties begin to feel sweat pouring all over their body the harder they move in rhythm.

“Fuck, you're such a bad girl,” Honggi grunts with his hips plowing through. “I can’t… Get enough… of you.”

“Me—nggghhhh—neither,” Jiwoo mumbles, slobbering over his ring and middle finger like he’s fingering her cunt, something that’s been on his mental list for a few hours.

Even with her additional movement, Honggi keeps his left hand on her hips, balancing his speed and strength. But his ardor tempts him to take a daring risk, taking his slimy hands off her mouth so he can slap her left cheek, like a whip hitting a stallion’s flank.

“Fuck!” The woman yelps with her eyes closed as another wave of pleasure reverberates through her body, alerting the man enough to keep his hand back to her mouth. “Did it hurt?” Honggi leans closer, removing his palm off her.

“A little… but I love it,” she says with a few rapid nods. “Can you do… a few more?”

As soon as she takes his hands back to her mouth, he smacks her bum two more times, one for each cheek. Jiwoo muffles her high pitched moans through his palm, removing right after she has kept her together while he continues plowing her with all his might.

“I’m on the pill today, oppa,” she continues, showing her shameless smile to him.

“I'm getting—ugh—close…” Pleasure and disappointment clash as he feels the seminal build up on his shaft. “Fuck! Why am I…. so… fast… today?”

“Just… let it out,” she exhales, transferring her mouth on his thumb like it’s his own tip.

Eight minutes in, his stamina starts to run out the more he’s pumping. “How about—”

Even with a shorter breath, she shushes him. “Just… let it out… Hngggghhhhh!”

“Oh, fuck!” He groans, as two seconds later, his warm load streams inside her, allowing his semen to overflow beyond her hole while Jiwoo audibly moans with relief.

From her bent position, he pulls her up. “You still regret tagging along this morning?” she asks him. He snickers, remembering that same question again.

“Not… Anymore,” he submits, unable to outwit her while still recollecting his thoughts.

Jiwoo crashes her lips into his for a moment. “I’ll pay the bill. It’s the least I can do.”

“I already did,” he retorts, returning her kiss. “Before I headed here.”

“Awww…” she coos, slowly nuzzling his chest with her nose. “Such a gentleman.”

“If I only waited for you, then I would've actually considered myself one.”

She fixes his collar. “Don’t sweat it, oppa. I wanted to edge myself a little… “You and—” Her fingers trail up his bulge, feeling the girth of his still hardened cock. “—your junior here still got more chances back at our place, hmm?”

The woman takes his left hand, taking his fingers underneath her skirt. Slowly, he feels a sticky sensation, which is now leaking on her thighs. The man’s eyes widen, realizing it’s not only his sperm that came out. I didn’t fail her, his ego rejoices as his soft smile turns into a grin in seconds. This is far from over.

And yet, as soon as they returned to the apartment, they would receive an alarming call on Honggi’s phone. One that they would take seriously due to her earth-shattering tone. For an hour, their bodies shiver with concern and minds reshuffle since they would have this wholehearted virtual conversation at the dining table.

“I swear when I get home, I’m gonna track him down, kick his shin, and rip out his co—”

He didn’t tell Chae about the fight after the night it happened. Instead, it was Jiwoo who told Chae about the fight about hours earlier, but Honggi couldn't care less. Rather, he's grateful for her for opening up, and he now, the only thing he wants to do is to reassure their girlfriend, now that she's willing to address the shocking news.

“Calm down, Chaeyeon-ah,” Honggi shows his palms, even breathing slowly.

“I don't think I can.” All fingers on each of her hands claw their way through her hair, almost pulling them. “That Cheol prick hurt you and harassed Jiwoo! Like—aaughh!”

“Unnie, please calm down…” Jiwoo coos. “It’s over. Oppa and I had things covered. That prick is never messing with us again, oh? We made the message clear to him this time.”

“Arasseo. We’ll talk about this tomorrow…” Chaeyeon turns to her boyfriend with her worried eyes. “Honggi-yah… If something like that ever happens between any of you, you better tell me about it, please? As soon as you can.”

“I will… I’m sorry about this, babe,” he soothes her nerves. “I won’t let it happen, okay? I promise. Not to either of you or Jiwoo.”

She fixes her hair in front of them, an act that somehow allures both Jiwoo and Honggi as they can see her face clearly. “You two can make it up for me once I come home.”

“Of course!” the pair answer in unison, matching their pitch. They hear her sighing from the other side, blending well with the chirps of the outdoors and the crashing of waves, but her last statement makes them blush, a reaction that she notices from her screen.

Chaeyeon’s frown subtly curls flat. “Did something happen else between you two?”

Honggi feels a little paralyzed from her question. “What do you mean, unnie?” Jiwoo lets out a tense chuckle. “What do you mean, unnie? I can assure you something isn't wrong… Especially between us.”

From her screen, Chaeyeon notices the hickeys on Honggi's neck and Jiwoo's disheveled hair. Her worry sinks, overtaken by intrigue and perhaps arousal. Her lips curl upwards.

“Oooooooh…” Within a couple of seconds, the woman’s mouth opens. She figured it out.

The two remain speechless. “We—I mean, I’ll tell you about it tonight,” Jiwoo stutters.

“Hajima! You don’t need to. Don’t let me ruin it…” she giggles. “Have fun, you two,” she tells them with a wink. The call would end a few seconds later, much to their confusion.

“Huh… She's never been this excited about me sleeping with someone,” Jiwoo surmises.

“So, she knows now… I honestly don’t know if that makes things less or more thrilling.”

= = = =

Their afternoon would become a clusterfuck, but not by its original meaning. They’ve taken their time dancing with their lips, tongues, and hands. But it's about time they bring their bodies back into the mix, like they did outside, and it all starts with them finally stripping their own clothes—liberating themselves of their fabric hindrances.

“Unnie… likes being the dominant one… Doesn’t she?” she says in-between their kiss.

Instead of answering her in agreement, a suggestion races through his mind while he feels her tongue dominating his. “Do you wanna be the dominant one over me now?”

“Hmm… No,” she shakes her head. “Maybe for another time.”

“Okay, then.” He remains her signal, unsure if she wants him to continue their kiss.

“How about we go a few more times, daddy?”

She's now into name-calling? he realizes. “No need to tell me twice.”

Jiwoo holds onto his shoulders. “Wait a second… You’re kinda getting a little stinky.”

“Hey, that's not—” He immediately raises his arms, rapidly checking each of his pits.

“We both are,” she clarifies, holding down his arm and playfully sticking her tongue out. “So, why don’t we do something about it?”

He retaliates with an irresistible kiss, holding and walking her towards the bathroom.

With the curtain closed shut, the showerhead drizzles over their heads, pouring down their bodies like a storm. As soon as they’re completely soaked, Honggi carefully pins Jiwoo into the wall, now showing his dominance with his tongue over hers. “Hngghh, daddy,” the woman purrs while her partner takes his time—licking and nibbling down her chin, neck, and collarbone until she feels her own fluids leaking and washing down the drain by the shower.

“Put it in,” she begs him even more. His mischievous side yearns prolonging her desperation, hoping to level with her playfulness, like she did outside.

“What’s the magic word, baby?” he questions with a toothy grin.

“Please, daddy,” she peppers kisses, nay licks on his left hand, feeding into his ego.

Without any signal, Honggi inserts his rod into her entrance, sparking a moan from her. Within seconds, his thirst and stamina propels himself to shove his cock deeper into her vagina. Her moans turn into wails as her walls maintain their tightness around his shaft the more it expands its reach, and it’s a matter of time until he starts his classic move of thrusting in and out, upwards and downwards while keeping his hold of her. His groans mirror her screams of pleasure, still maintaining their stability on the slippery surface.

Raising her right leg with his left hand, he pushes inside her with a rougher thrust. Being washed with a wave of stimulation, Jiwoo leans her head backward with her tongue out, welcoming some of the water pouring on her moaning mouth. Honggi maintains his focus on pounding his lover, astonished by its unswerving tightness. Jiwoo’s screams echo across the room, as—aside from keeping herself together—it’s the only thing she can do while willingly and submissively serving her cunt to Honggi until the very second either of them reaches their breaking point. In this race for each other’s orgasm, Honggi has been spending his stamina well with each pulsating pound, as Jiwoo’s endurance begins to run short, feeling her fluids accumulate into her opening.

“Fuck…” Fortunately for her, his breath begins to burn out like a fuse, awaiting the explosion that will be triggered by his cock. “Baby, I—I’m—” he tries to warn her.

“Cumming!” Jiwoo shrieks with the highest note she can possibly hit in a while, higher than her on-the-spot singing sessions. At least, the ones that Honggi’s heard from her.

The woman gives into her orgasm first, although the man would bust his seed inside her womb after five more seconds. They slowly slide down on the floor tiles and land on the shower mat—with Jiwoo sitting on Honggi’s lap. While his vision is almost covered by the shade of the woman’s dripping hair, she gives thanks to him with a kiss. She extends her arm to turn the shower off, before leaning her head on his chest, taking a few more minutes to mellow out.

Since they only have a day and a half before their beloved comes home, the new lovers let loose whatever was left of their libido. The moment they leave the shower, they can only keep themselves wild and free in their bare form to start over. She drops her robe, and he pounces on her like a ravenous leopard leaping onto an impala, something that Jiwoo is more than willing to embody in this following series of exercises.

If she's like an iced tea, he's the honey that sweetens her essence every time they taste each other's lips and their sweat and saliva dripping, like nectar. Neither of them have regrets staying inside their place the whole night, nor getting themselves sweaty again. 

Perhaps it’s a given in the art of making love. Yet, unfortunately for them, they're mere mortals, bound by the breaths that give them life and allow them to savor each other’s bodies. They had to stop eventually, and they did so by six-thirty nine in the evening.

They're back inside the bedroom. But for their own promise, they would only do it two more times on the bed right before Honggi's guilt would get the best of him mainly for cumming beyond his control, even though the results of Jiwoo aren’t that different.

“I can’t believe it,” he confesses, breathless as if he’s ran a marathon. It wouldn't be the first time he's felt like this, but this is definitely another time he’s made the comparison without hesitation, considering his confidence about how they’ve pleasured each other.

“That we just did it a few times throughout the whole weekend?” Jiwoo gleefully puffs.

“No… Well yeah, it’s just… I didn’t believe… That you actually tasted like iced tea.”

“Oppa!” The woman bursts out laughing. “Stop giving me ideas.” She pulls her phone.

“Woah…” His toes clench on the mattress, bracing the possibility that his member will rise from her implications. “Ideas?”

“Not telling you anything…” Jiwoo simply answers, maintaining her eyes on the screen.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually listing that down on your phone.”

“No, you perv,” she giggles. “I’m texting unnie, and some stuff to do at work. Namely some things to sort at the bakery. Possible new additions to the menu, and all that.”

“So, like your buns?” he shoots back, pursing his lips together with a snicker.

“Yah!” She slaps his shoulder, unable to control her laughter. “Not those ones… Plus, you’ve already taken care of them for the week.”

“You've taken care of mine, too, if I remember it correctly.”

As a skittish Jiwoo gives his bum a soft smack, they welcome the silence, embracing this new atmosphere with bliss and butterflies and their breaths easing with the aircon.

Thankfully, his member remains semi-erect, but something else is still floating in his mind. A question that he should’ve asked days ago. “So, uhhhh… I was wondering—”

“Yeah?” she turns away from the screen, sensing the pauses in his voice. She places her phone on the nightstand, finally facing Honggi eye to eye. “What is it, oppa?”

He can’t even help but take a deep breath in front of her. “Do you… like me now or—”

Her eyes widened at his hesitation, her smile widening. “You’re still hung up on that?” She leans into his left cheek for a quick kiss. “Of course, I like you, babo! Were we doing it here, and everywhere else, not enough for you?”

He groans with embarrassment. “I know, I know that's a stupid question. But still...”

“Unnie was also right about another thing. Never have I met someone who’s as much of a romantic and a pervert as you are. And before you ask again…” She pokes the tip of his nose with her index finger. “It's a compliment.”

“That’s umm—Thanks, I guess?”

She lightly taps his shoulder. “That's all you, Honggi-oppa. No need to thank me.”

Slowly, she inches closer to his broad chest. They fall into silence with their breathing.

“I miss unnie,” she mutters, her eyes closing by the second, drifting off to the harmony of Honggi’s heart.

A soft smile forms on his face. Her moment of tenderness renders him to caress her hair. The scent of her shampoo unsurprisingly reminds her of Chaeyeon. He holds her a little tighter, wrapping his arms around her. “I miss her, too.”

= = = =

Two hours have passed since midnight.

Honggi’s stomach grumbles. Hunger is far from what it is telling him, but they’ve spent the entire day and night pounding, grinding, and filling each other up to the brim in all sorts of places until they’ve finally drained themselves of their fluids.

Noticing his lover snoring softly next to her second pillow, his eyes and heart urge him to give her a kiss on her cheek, forehead, even her lips, but his tummy growls a second time, forcing him to get up and sneak himself out into the kitchen, holding his phone.

To his right, the sink is still scattered with a couple of platters and bowls from their lazy dinner eight hours earlier. Some of which still contain a puddle of ramen and red orange tteokbokki sauce. “Eh… I'll wash ‘em down in the morning,” he whispers, after an exhale of contentment.

Honggi glugs down the whole glass. It's fun and all that they get to know each other by themselves, but that emptiness cannot be ignored the longer his realization repeats in his mind. They indeed both miss her—and they can’t wait for her to go home to them. Maybe he should call her; she didn’t leave the country anyways. Maybe he shouldn’t. Why is he starting to overthink, it’s only three in the morning. Most people would—

A notification pops on his phone. Considering today’s a Sunday, he doubts it’s anything related to work. If it’s from his closest buds or family, he usually reads any stuff from them a little later, but his peripherals catch the sender’s name. Speaking of whom.

His eyes light up with bliss, seeing the light green text popping up at his dark screen.

[PeaChae]: Hey babe! ♡ I know it’s a bit late And we had a long call earlier this morning. But, I just wanna check up on you for a bit. So… Did you two finally get along?

{Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing, babe!} {And to answer your question…} {We have!} {Better than ever.} {But, I’m kinda I’m surprised you’re only texting now.} {Is everything alright at work?}

[PeaChae]: Never better, actually! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) Oh, heck! I’ll just give you one spoiler. We’ve made some new connections with some companies abroad. Well, few is an understatement, really. You'll find out.

{That’s great!} {Hoping our network expands internationally by next year.}

[PeaChae:] I couldn’t agree more, babe. We can finally watch our shows abroad whenever we want ㅎㅎㅎ

{Where are you now?} {It must be late, so I’m assuming you’re getting a rest now.} {If you’re not, then you better be! (っ- ‸ - ς)}

[PeaChae]: You silly! ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Of course, I’m in my room now. I just packed up my luggage for the morning. I’ll be heading off to bed in a few minutes.

{That’s good to know.} {You’ve worked hard this month.} {But, how are you guys?} {You mind telling me any details?}

Honggi takes a look at the open bedroom door. Light’s are still off. She must be sleeping like a log.

[PeaChae]: Jiwoo doesn’t tell me much when we text… (˶˃⤙˂˶) She knows I'm getting a little too nosy with your bonding week!

{Well, maybe she has a point ㅋㅋㅋㅋ]

The man lets out a deep giggle, having thought of a snappy comeback to her grumbles.

{Honestly, they're more of a “show, don’t tell” detail.} {Maybe we’ll give you a demonstration once you get home.}

[PeaChae]: Omo, omo, omo. You and your words, Lim Honggi! You know I can’t wait for that, oppa. (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

{Neither can I, Chae. (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)} {Neither can we.}

“Yah… You guys done buzzing each other or what?”

He sees her leaning next to the edge of the couch, with her eyes still half-closed.

“Jiwoo-yah! Wait, you’re awake this whole time?”

“Not entirely, but you lovebirds couldn’t shut up about me.”

“We were just texting,” he defends himself, showing his screen for a second.

“Yeah, but your notifications keep beeping whenever you or unnie send a text,” Jiwoo grouses. “It’s like you’re pros playing ping pong with your messages. Not to mention, you’ve been giggling whenever you type.”

He laughs in astonishment. Her attention to detail amazes him, even in her half-awake state. “Mianhae, Jiwoo-yah…”

She takes his now filled glass, guzzling down the drink in one go, inciting an exhale of refreshment now that her thirst is quenched. “That’s better… I’ll head back to bed.”

“I’ll join you in a bit…” he takes the empty glass. “Should I bring you a glass of water inside the room, too?”

Much to his surprise, she answers him with a loving peck on his lips, one she breaks after three seconds of hitting a high pitch. 

“Muah… And bring a whole pitcher, too,” she coos, before walking back to her room to raise her voice to tell him, “Gomawo, oppa! And text good morning to unnie for me.”

“Aigoo, aigoo…” he shakes his head, chuckling with closed eyes. “This woman…”

Honggi sees Chae’s last text wishing him and Jiwoo a good night (morning, technically). He makes a somewhat longer reply, mirroring her lovey-dovey responses by bidding his beloved to have sweet dreams, even puckering his lips in front of his screen to make kissing noises.

Before carrying a glass for Jiwoo and a full pitcher, a thought manifests in his mind, which prompts him to nod with a titter. I don’t think I can get any luckier than this.

= = = = =

so that's that. I'll be working on a new fic about someone else. it'll be a little shorter, but I'll do my best to maintain the quality and all that, if not improve more. thanks for the read. hope you have a great day!

[followmybones]

Currently thinking about Zoro with an androgynous male partner, specifically about Sanji's reaction to Zoro's partner and how their first interaction would go. he/they pronouns used for zoro's partner

Thinking about Sanji mistaking Zoro’s partner for an attractive girl, he immediately begins attempting to lay on the charm. Because of his relationship with Zoro, Sanji begins asking things like, “how such a beautiful flower can deal with such a brute like Zoro?” and apologizing for the fact that they even had to meet Zoro in the first place. And because it's Zoro, he hasn’t even mentioned that the two of you are romantically involved yet. But when that information hits Sanji, he immediately proclaims he, Vinsmoke Sanji, "will save such a lovely girl from such a parasitic moss ball" which immediately snowballs into Sanji and Zoro fighting (both physically AND verbally, of course), and Zoro finally gets it through to Sanji that he has just spent the last couple of minutes flirting with a GUY who Zoro is DATING.

Bonus thought: even after the crew made sure that Sanji understood that Zoro and his partner were in a gay relationship, he treats him exceptionally well, never yelling at him like the other boys. I like to think Sanji will sometimes attempt to act over the top and dramatic while doing something for Zoro’s partner as a "gag” but the rest of the crew is just like ‘did he forget he’s not a girl?’ because it's just how he treats Nami and Robin.

[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 9: Cock Warming

Ni-ki aka Nishimura Riki x male reader

This guy

Stuff: Cock warming DUH, kissing, anal fingering, fluff, no actual fucking, established relationship.

Word Count: 761

Notes: Happy Birthday Ni-ki!!!

Ni-ki is your perfect boyfriend. He loves you more than anything, he's always there for you, and he is just the sweetest thing, he's also really hot and the sex is amazing, but you love him more than just that, crazy.

As of now, you and Ni-ki are making out on the couch, his hands gripping your ass as you moan lightly into his lips, allowing him to shove his tongue down your mouth and into your throat, making it dance along with your own.

You pull away for a quick second just to say, "Ni-ki, I love you." Your eyes were filled with adoration and sincerity as you said the words you've said thousands of times before, and you mean it every time.

"I love you too Y/n, now let me show you." He replied by calling his lips with yours again, going back into the gentle but passionate kissing.

His soft lips felt amazing against yours, there would be times where you two just make out for hours, no fucking necessary, lost in the bliss you two find within each other's lips, and this time is no different.

You two have been making out for that past half hour and have no plans on stopping. The feeling of his lips on yours is just too good to escape, like a force always pulling you in whenever you think you should pull away.

His hands dip down to tug at the waistband of your pants, making your gasp but follow his silent request, getting away with your pants until your lower half is completely bare, all the while still making out with him. Ni-ki does the same with his own pants, doing away with them while still keeping your lips connected.

Once you're both bare from the waist down, Ni-ki gently puts two fingers into your anus, making your gasp and lightly moan into his lips at the sudden intrusion. He begins to slowly pump his fingers in and out of your hole, making you moan louder into his lips.

After he's decided that you're prepared enough, he takes his fingers out, making your whine in complaint at the empty feeling. Those complaints soon dissipate when he slowly sets you down on your cock, your whines of feeling empty now turning into whines of pleasure with a touch of discomfort.

"So good..." You moan out, kissing his neck as he lowers you onto his cock, bottoming out.

You start to bounce but to your surprise, you can't, the reason you can't is because Ni-ki's hands lay tightly on your hips, forbidding any movement.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to fuck?" You asked, confused on why he isn't letting you bounce on his cock.

"Nah." He answered plainly, his hands gripping tightly to your hips, stopping the grinding movement you're trying to pull off. "I just want you to stay here, like this." He gives you a gentle smile as he says this, making your confusion, frustration, and hips fall as you settle down, cuddling up to him as you realize the situation.

"I see... you just wanted to cock warm..." You said to Ni-ki, giving him a gentle kiss.

"Yeah, sure, cock warming." He responded, tightening his arms around your waist and pulling you in closer while his stiff cock was buried inside you. "I love you..." He said sweetly, kissing your head.

You return his gentle smile, going back up to kiss his lips, undoing the pause in the make out session. He quickly kisses back; his hands shift from around your waist to one resting on hip while the other goes to your cheek, gently cupping it as he deepens the kiss.

The kissing is enough to make you dizzy from filling your brain with pure serotonin, while his cock being buried in your ass, making you two all the closer and making the 'embrace' mean so much more adds the dopamine.

Ni-ki whispers little 'I love yous' into your lips over and over again, the sweet embrace you two are currently sharing making his love for you even bigger, the space in his heart that only you occupy grows within him.

After another hour or so of making out, his cock buried in your ass the whole while, you fall asleep. Your eyes are closed, your head laying on his chest, your lips swollen from the long extended make out period, and his cock still buried in your ass.

"I love you." Ni-ki said, kissing your head before joining you in the deep slumber.

THE END

HAPPY B DAY NI-KI!!!!!!!!!!

[chrissssssmut]

School setting ice queen popular girl x nerd prom story

F(x) Krystal Jung x male reader pls pls pls

COLD HANDS, WARM HEART

Popular girl Krystal Jung x Nerd Male Reader

AN: Made this during my free time! Super short though but hope this is good!☺️

High school was a hierarchy, and at the top sat Krystal Jung. Effortlessly beautiful, wickedly intelligent, and always carrying an air of indifference, she was the girl everyone wanted but no one could touch. She walked the halls with the confidence of someone who knew her place—above everyone else.

She was an enigma, the Ice Queen of the school. People admired her, envied her, desired her, but never truly knew her. She had no close friends, only followers. No one dared to push past her cool, composed demeanor because Krystal never let anyone close enough to try. Every confession of love she received was met with cold rejection, every attempt at friendship subtly brushed aside. It wasn’t that she was mean—she was just untouchable.

I, on the other hand, belonged at the bottom. Just another faceless nerd drowning in textbooks and obscure science facts, existing quietly in the background. That was fine. It was safe. People like Krystal and I didn’t cross paths, and life made sense that way.

I never spent much time thinking about her. Unlike the rest of the school, I didn’t see her as some unreachable goddess. To me, she was just another student—someone who happened to exist in the same building but had no impact on my life. While others obsessed over her, I had my books, my small corner of the world, and that was enough. I never wanted to be part of her orbit.

Until one week before prom.

“Be my date.”

I had been retrieving my notebook from my locker when I heard her voice. I turned, half expecting to see someone else, because Krystal Jung speaking to me? Impossible.

But there she was, standing in front of me, arms crossed, looking down as if I were an insect she had to negotiate with. Her uniform was pristine, her long dark hair perfectly straight, and her eyes? Cold. Calculating.

I blinked. “Huh?”

Krystal sighed, as if she already regretted talking to me. “Prom. You. Me.” She gestured vaguely. “We go together.”

I almost laughed. Almost. But her expression was unreadable, and something told me she wasn’t joking.

“I think you have the wrong guy,” I said, gripping my notebook tighter.

“No,” she said simply. “I don’t.”

That should’ve been the end of it. I should’ve walked away, let her realize her mistake, and carried on with my life. But Krystal Jung didn’t give people the option to ignore her. She lingered, waiting, expecting an answer.

“Why me?” I asked, suspicion creeping into my voice. “You could have anyone.”

Something flickered in her gaze. A shadow of irritation? Amusement? I couldn’t tell. “I have my reasons.”

Cryptic. Classic Ice Queen behavior.

I shook my head. “Look, I appreciate the offer, but—”

“I wasn’t asking,” she cut in, her tone sharper. “I was informing you.”

That threw me off. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline, the cruel laughter that usually followed when people like her toyed with people like me. But it never came. Just Krystal Jung, staring me down like she was daring me to refuse.

And for some reason, I couldn’t.

The days leading up to prom were a blur of rumors and stares. Everyone wanted to know how the school’s most unattainable girl had ended up with the most forgettable guy. Some thought it was a prank, others a bet. A few wondered if I had blackmail on her. I had no answers.

Krystal, meanwhile, acted as if none of it mattered. She barely spoke to me outside of telling me what color my suit should be. When I tried to ask again why she picked me, she waved me off with a bored, “I just did.”

I should’ve let it go. I should’ve just enjoyed the fantasy of it all, but something about her choice gnawed at me. I started paying closer attention to her, watching how she interacted with others. She was polite, cold, detached. She smiled at the right moments but never too much. It was like she was playing a role, keeping a distance that no one dared to cross.

I started noticing things I hadn’t before. How she sat alone at lunch despite the crowd that always hovered around her. How people talked about her like she was a trophy rather than a person. How guys boasted about trying to win her over, but no one ever claimed to know her favorite movie, or whether she even liked being the queen of the school.

Then I realized—Krystal Jung had never been given a choice. The whole school had already decided who she was supposed to be.

Then prom night arrived.

I stood awkwardly outside the venue, adjusting my tie for the tenth time. People whispered when they saw me. Some smirked, some sneered. But when Krystal arrived—when she stepped out of the car in a sleek black dress, her gaze cool and unreadable—the entire room held its breath.

She walked toward me, unfazed by the attention. “You clean up okay,” she said.

I swallowed. “You look…” Breathtaking. Stunning. Unreal. “…Nice.”

She smirked, linking her arm through mine without hesitation. “Let’s get this over with.”

Inside, the dance was exactly what I expected—loud, crowded, overwhelming. I tried to stay out of the way, but Krystal never let go of me. She led me through the crowd like we belonged together, ignoring the way people whispered behind their hands.

Then came the slow dance.

Krystal turned to me expectantly, her hand outstretched. My throat went dry. “You…actually want to dance?”

“Isn’t that what people do at prom?” she deadpanned.

I hesitated, but she was already pulling me in. Her hand rested lightly on my shoulder, the other slipping into my palm. I held my breath. She was so close I could smell her perfume—cool, crisp, like fresh rain.

“This isn’t a joke, right?” I asked quietly.

Krystal’s gaze flickered up to mine, something shifting in her expression. “No.”

For the first time since she asked me, she looked…different. Not cold, not indifferent. Just—Krystal.

“Then why?” I whispered. “Why me?”

She exhaled, her fingers tightening around mine. “Because,” she said, voice softer now. “You were the only one who never tried to change me.”

I thought back to all those times I had barely acknowledged her, how I had never idolized her, never treated her like she was some unattainable dream. To me, she was just another student, another person figuring things out. I never expected her to smile more, to be friendlier, to be anything other than what she was.

And that, apparently, was enough.

The weight of her words settled over me. It hit me then—how exhausting it must be to constantly live up to an image, to always be someone people admired but never truly saw. Everyone wanted Krystal Jung to be the Ice Queen. No one ever let her just be…a girl.

I didn’t know what to say to that. But as the music played and we swayed under the dim lights, I realized something.

For the first time all night, Krystal Jung wasn’t looking at anyone else.

Just me.

And in that moment, it didn’t matter why she chose me. Because I realized I wanted to be chosen.

[theodorenmyth]

Idk how far into One piece you are. But maybe something fluffly with like Law where reader is playing with his hands because they love his tattoos. And then maybe later Law finds the reader painted their hands like a fake tattoo and just messing around in the mirror. Preferably with a male reader but gn is ok too

Anyways this is the first time I've done this but i absolutely love your writing so much and hope you have a good day!!

Ink and Imitation

Pairings ; Trafalgar D. Water Law x M!Reader

Summary ; You were fascinated by Law’s tattoos, you spend time tracing them while sitting between his legs, dramatically declaring your admiration. Inspired, you sneak off to the bathroom to recreate his tattoos on yourself using ink, striking dramatic poses in the mirror while pretending to be the next Surgeon of Death. Unfortunately, Law catches you mid-performance, unimpressed but amused. After teasing you for misspelling ‘DEATH’ as ‘DEATN,’ he effortlessly flusters you with a kiss before smugly walking away. Despite the embarrassment, you’re still convinced you *totally* pulled it off.

A/N ; I loved writing this so much :3 enjoy bb!

warnings ; none

word count ; 1.2k+

The Polar Tang had its moments of chaos, but right now, it was peaceful. Warm light filled Law’s quarters as you sat comfortably between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. His arms rested loosely at his sides, medical journal in one hand while the other lay freely in your grasp. You were utterly fascinated with it.

“You know,” you mused, running your fingers over his knuckles, “I think your hands might be my favorite thing about you.”

Law hummed, flipping a page. “Not my intelligence? My leadership? My life-saving surgical skills?”

You scoffed dramatically. “Ugh, those are so expected. What, am I supposed to be impressed that you can rearrange someone’s insides like a Rubik’s Cube?”

“I would hope so,” he deadpanned.

You ignored him, gently stretching out his fingers before tracing the bold ‘DEATH’ tattooed across them. “These hands tell a story. They’re calloused, strong—capable of destruction, but they’re also careful, precise. They save lives.” You sighed wistfully, resting your cheek against his arm. “Tragic, poetic, effortlessly cool… If you weren’t already my boyfriend, I’d propose on the spot.”

Law snorted. “So dramatic.”

“I’m not dramatic, I’m appreciative.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

You grinned, pressing a quick kiss to the back of his hand before continuing your inspection. Your fingers trailed down to the intricate tattoo covering his wrist and forearm, tracing the thick, circular patterns.

“These must’ve hurt,” you murmured.

Law tilted his head slightly, his eyes flicking down to watch you. “Not as much as you’d think.”

You gasped, clutching his arm like you were hearing a scandalous secret. “You mean you didn’t shed even one tear?”

He smirked. “No.”

You placed a hand over your chest, shaking your head. “The strength. The sheer willpower.”

“You’re insufferable,” he said, but his lips twitched in amusement.

Your fingers stilled as an idea struck you. A ridiculous, impulsive, absolutely necessary idea.

"Law," you said, voice suddenly serious. "What if I got tattoos just like yours?"

He blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“I’m serious!” You held up your hands, flexing your fingers. “Imagine us standing side by side, matching tattoos, striking fear into our enemies. We'd be unstoppable. Iconic."

Law stared at you for a moment before exhaling through his nose, returning to his book. "You're not getting my tattoos."

"Why not?" you whined, flopping back against his chest.

“Because you’d cry after five minutes.”

You gasped so loudly, it could’ve been heard across the Grand Line. “Excuse me?!”

“You heard me.”

“You think I can’t handle it?” You sat up, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “I am a pirate, Law—I’ve been stabbed, thrown off ships, electrocuted by a Marine with an unfortunate Devil Fruit, and you think I’d cry over a tattoo?”

“Yes.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I hate that you’re probably right.”

Law chuckled under his breath, and before you could argue more, he lazily draped an arm around your waist, pulling you back against him. "Just stick to playing with mine," he murmured, pressing a kiss against the top of your head before turning a page.

You melted instantly. "Fine. But I will prove you wrong one day."

Later that night, you stood hunched over the bathroom counter, sleeves rolled up, face scrunched in concentration as you carefully painted ink onto your skin.

This was serious business.

You had "borrowed" some ink from the supply room, along with a fine brush, and you were currently painstakingly copying Law's tattoos onto your hands and forearms.

You'd return it later…

Maybe.

The knuckle tattoos were the easiest part, even though writing backwards in the mirror was a nightmare. The tribal patterns on his wrist and forearm? That was where the real challenge began.

You stuck out your tongue in deep focus as you worked on a particularly intricate swirl.

"Okay, okay, looking good so far," you muttered, nodding in approval. The only problem was that your non-dominant hand was absolutely not cooperating. The moment you tried painting the other side, the lines became crooked.

You groaned dramatically. "Why am I cursed with only one good hand?!"

Still, after about an hour of dedication and minor suffering, you stepped back to admire your work.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, hands covered in ink, admiring your reflection like an artist marveling at their masterpiece.

It wasn’t perfect—your handwriting was a little crooked, and the lines on your forearms were messier than you’d hoped—but still, it looked cool. You flexed your fingers, grinning.

"Captain Y/N," you whispered to yourself, striking a pose. "Surgeon of Death 2.0."

You waved your hand dramatically. "Shambles!"

Nothing happened, obviously.

You tried again, this time with more enthusiasm. "Room!"

Still nothing.

You sighed. “Lame. Law makes it look so effortless.”

A slow clap echoed behind you.

You froze.

Turning your head ever so slowly, you found Law leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, face unreadable.

You opened your mouth. No words came out.

Law exhaled through his nose, stepping closer. "What," he said, reaching for your hand, "is this?"

"Admiration," you answered quickly, standing up straight. "Respect. Dedication to my captain. Love, even.”

His fingers traced the ink on your knuckles, eyes scanning your handiwork. “You misspelled ‘DEATH.’”

Your heart dropped. “You’re lying.”

Law turned your hand so you could see. The ‘H’ was slightly smudged, making it look like an ‘N.’

“…DEATN,” you read aloud in horror.

Law’s smirk widened. “Truly intimidating.”

You groaned, dramatically leaning against him. “All my hard work… ruined.”

“Maybe if you actually got a real tattoo—”

“Don’t say it,” you warned, pointing a stained finger at him.

“—you wouldn’t have this problem.”

You pouted, but the warmth in his voice betrayed his teasing. "You're just jealous."

He quirked a brow. "Of what?"

"My natural artistic talent."

“Right.” He let go of your wrist, giving you a once-over. “You look ridiculous.”

“You’re just mad because I pull it off better than you.”

Law chuckled, shaking his head before gently wiping a smudge from your cheek. “Keep telling yourself that.”

You huffed. “You just wait, Trafalgar D. Water Law. One day, I will get a real tattoo, and then you’ll regret ever doubting me.”

Law leaned in, his voice barely above a murmur. “I’d never regret anything about you.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

Stupid. Infuriating. Unfairly attractive man.

Before you could formulate a response, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss against your forehead.

You blinked up at him, momentarily dazed, before remembering yourself. "Don’t think you can distract me with affection!" you huffed, even as your face burned.

Law smirked. “Seems to be working.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. "Ugh. You’re the worst.”

He patted your head like you were an annoying but beloved pet. “And yet, here you are.”

You sighed, giving in to your fate as his eternally bullied boyfriend. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

He chuckled. “Now,” he said, pulling away, “go wash your hands before you stain everything.”

Then, with one last smirk, he turned on his heel and walked away.

You stared after him, then looked back at your reflection.

Your fake tattoos looked awesome.

You let out a defeated groan, turning toward the sink.

He was so lucky you loved him.

[fuckitupfelix]

AAAAA UR WRITING IS SO AWESOME MAN IT GOT ME GIGGLING TWIRLING MY HAIR AND EVERYTHING!!! I wanna req erm ATSUMU AND FHEN ANY HQ CHARACTER OF UR CHOOSING AND WHAT THEY WLD DO FOR THEIR FIRST ANNIVERSARY WITH THEIR S/O AAAAAAAAAA

stopp you got me blushing n shit like marry me rn AHHH😝🫶

365!

haikyuu!! x male reader

chars: miya atsumu , hinata shoyo , nishinoya yuu

what they have planned for your first anniversary together.

fem aligned DNI

MIYA ATSUMU — ★ dinner date !

lets be real for a second. atsumu's hardly the romantic type. he's used to girls fawning over him left right and center, but now that he's actually dating someone?

catch him looking up date and gift ideas online

this guy has no clue what hes doing! so naturally (after arguing with osamu about what to do. . .) he goes to ask kita what he should do for your first year anniversary!

que him coming up to you after he's finished practice, asking if you want to go somewhere.

he's the type to blindfold you halfway through the walk and drag you along thinking it's a good idea (you almost get run over like three times)

FINALLY. . . you reach your destination! he made a reservation at your favorite local restaurant for dinner :)

you both sit next to each other in a booth because sitting across from people when you eat is overrated !!! im speaking my truth!!

tsumu will gift you something volleyball related . . . the little freak (affectionate)

he gets you guys matching keychains!! yours has his jersey number , and his has yours ! (unless you don't play a sport, then he just has your lucky number)

you both get ice cream after dinner n spend the night at his house , cuddled up in bed together <3

he gets made fun of by the team the next day when you tell them about it

HINATA SHOYO — ★ park date !

hinata's kinda similar to atsumu in the sense that he has no clue what to do

he asks the third years on the team and yachi for advice

yachi's best piece of advice was "to do something that (name) and you will both enjoy!!"

. . . so he decides to take you out to the convenience store and get meat buns for lunch

you tell him thats not even romantic and he gets a little defensive about it

his logic being that he feels super comfortable around you so he feels he doesn't have to do anything extravagant!

and its cute, yeah . . . you can't really argue with that

you just spend the day hanging out together at the park! you see some ducks, pet some peoples dogs, play with some stray cats

he tries to sneak a little volleyball in there too (unsuccessfully)

at the end of it you both head back to his place and have dinner with his family :)

NISHINOYA YUU — ★ beach date !

noya's been planning this since the day you started dating

he avoids you like the plague all day at school, vaguely communicating through tanaka

he's thankful your anniversary falls on a day there isn't practice, so he can drag you home the second the bell rings to get a change of clothes

thats right guys . your man's giving you the beach episode we never got !

is it an excuse to see you in your swimsuit? obviously!! who do you think he is?

even if you're wearing a t-shirt and pants he'll love it

because regardless of what you wear, the second noya sees you laughing, splashing water with your hair wet? oh he's a goner

you both go to one of those stores that sells pretty rocks and buy beads that match each others eye colors to make bracelets <3

(he spent hours trying to figure something out with asahi's help)

you both fall asleep on the bus ride home and almost missed your stop

can you tell i love noya guys 😓 anyways i hope you liked this !!

divider by @/plutism !!

[6rookie-writer0110]

I’m falling

Anora Ani Mikheeva x Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Summary - y/n finds out Ani is a stripper while dating.

Ani’s roommate isn't home, she is happy about that. You are lying next to you and girlfriend and she grabbed her phone.

“Do you want to go out tonight? Maybe a movie or something?” You asked

“I have to work the night shift again,” Ani said

She hasn't told you that she is a stripper. Her past relationships always eneded bad, because they couldn't accept that she was a stripper. Ani doesn't want to ruin the relationship because its different from the others.

“Again, ugh. I just wanted you to be at my place” You said

You are lying on your side then she gets on top of you. Automatically, you wrap your arms around her body and she starts to kiss you.

“Next time, okay. I made you a playlist” Ani said

“Oh? Show me” You smiled

“I never made a playlist for anyone,” Ani said

“I really like that you did that” You smiled

You kissed her then she gets off you. She grabbed her phone and she goes to the playlist. Some artists you didn't know and you asked questions and she starts to tell you about the song. She pressed play and you started to listen to songs. You start to tell that you are liking each song that she picked, she is happy about it because some songs are in Russian. She thought you wouldn't like it.

After spending time with her, you leave her house. She starts to wonder how she should tell you about her job. While getting her roommate walks into Ani’s room.

“Do you ever fucking knock?” Ani said

“I told you not to let Y/N come over. My snacks are gone because of Y/N” Vera said

“Y/N didn't eat your fucking snacks. I can bring Y/N anytime I want, it's my fucking house” Ani said

Ani and her roommate Vera have been arguing a lot lately. Vera doesn't like it when you come over to stay the night but Ani doesn't care.

“Just stop eating my snacks,” Vera said angrily

Vera walks away and Ani countied to get ready for work. Ani leaves the house and heads for the train station. Ani starts to read her texts then she sends a text to you.

She arrives at the club and heads to the locker room. She starts to get ready and outs on glitter on her body then puts on lipstick. She leaves the locker room and she starts to walk around the club.

•——-•

Ani wanted to watch a movie at her place. But she started to talk about her roommate, you don't get why Vera doesn't like you. You barely talk to her when you visit Ani.

“I didn't eat her snacks” You said

“I know you didn't, baby. She has been a bitch lately. I'm always paying half of her rent” Ani said and rolled her eyes

You put your arms around her body, and you put her behind her ear.

“Dont stress about her. Let's relax and you pick the movie” You said

You give her a peck on the lips. You were supposed to take her out it started to rain with thrunder.

You and cuddle with Ani on the couch. Ten minutes into the movie, Ani falls asleep on your shoulder. She has been working late hours and doesn't have enough time to sleep.

“Babe?” You asked

You wait for her to answer but she doesn't. You look and she is still sleeping on your arm, you didn't want to wake her up. You slowly stand up then you pick her up in bridal style and walk to her room. You gently lay your girlfriend in her bed. You leave the room for a moment, then Vera sees you.

“What are you are doing here?” Vera asked

“Just spending time with my girlfriend,” You said

“I told her i don't like you spending the night here,” Vera said

“I didn't do anything to you. What is your problem?” You said

“You are my problem. You should ask her again why she works late hours” Vera said

She walks away and you are confused about what she said. You went to grab your phone in thenkving room, then you go back to Ani’s bedroom. You closed the door and keep thinking about what Vera said to you. You were about to leave but Ani grabs onto you

“Stay” Ani said in a low voice.

“Your roommate doesn't like it when i stay the night,” You said

“Fuck her,” Ani said

She pulled you towards her. You kicked off your sneakers then you lie next to her, then she moved much closer to you. You just hold her while she goes back to sleep

✬ ✫ ✬ ✯ ✫

You haven't spend time Ani, because you two have been very busy. You sent her a text late at night but hasn't replied back, you figured she was busy. But the next day it got worse, Ani went to your apartment and she started to yell at you. You were about to go out with your friends but they are watching you argue with Ani.

“You are not going to fucking strip club so you can fuck some bitch” Ani yelled

“It’s his bachelor party, he invited me. I'm not going to fuck some dirty stripper! I never cheated on you and you think I will do that, what the fuck is wrong with you” You yelled

“Y/N is not going to cheat on you” Igor said

“You shut the fuck up! This is between me and Y/N” Ani yelled

“You are the one acting like a crazy bitch. You are here yelling for no reason” Your other friend said

“Don’t call her that. Ani, I don't need your permission. I was just letting you know. I don't see Igor everyday so I’m going to hang out with him” You said

She pressed her two fingers on your forehead and she slightly pushed you.

“You are not going, Y/N! I’m not going to let you fuck some bitch then you come to me!” Ani yelled

She starts to curse you out in Russian. Igor had to separate you and Ani apart. She continued to yell at you but it's in English, then you started to yell. They pulled you into your room and they tried to calm you down. Igor is trying to make her calm down but it's not working. You are talking about how she is wrong about you. She knows what happens in the strip club and she doesn't want temptation to break you, but she won't tell you that she is a stripper.

Ani leaves your apartment angry. Then your friends told you that she left but you didn't go after her. Hours later, she sent you texts and you don't reply because you know she hates it when you leave her on read.

•———•

Ani hasn't spoken to you for two days. But she has been arguing with her roommate a lot. Ani starts to get ready for work and she checks her phone.

Ani- I know you see my texts. Are you going to be a bitch and don't text me back?

She sees that you read it but you don't reply. She is frustrated and she puts her phone in her bag and she leaves the house. She puts on her headphones and she starts to listen to music so clam down before heading to work.

You head to Ani’s house. Thinking you will speak to her before she heads to work. You knocked on the door and Vera opened the door.

“What do you want?” Vera asked

“Is Ani home?” You asked

“Oh, you still don't know why she leaves to work at ten. How stupid can you be, Y/N” Vera laughed

“Fuck you, bitch” You said angrily

“Fuck you. She is a fucking stripper! You are so stupid that you didn't know! That's she walkways leaves for work late. Fucking idiot” Vera yelled

You and Vera started to argue then she told you the club Ani is working. She slammed the door on you before you can curse her out again. You leave but you are starting to believe her. You start to think about what to do for a few seconds then you head to the club. You are thinking why Vera would say that Ani is a stripper, but Ani lied telling you she works at a gas station as a cashier. You didn't question her in the beginning when you first met her.

You go inside the club and you just stand and look around. A stripper offered you a lap dance but you said no. The lights are dimmed and the music is loud, you see strippers dancing and flirting with men. But you see Ani and you can't believe that Vera was right. You walked toward your girlfriend, she is topless and she is shaking her ass on the man’s crotch. She is smiling and he puts a bill in her thong, then she looks and noticted you. You walked away and she started to go after you, then she grabbed your hand

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Ani asked

“Wow. Vera told me to come see where you work since you've been lying to me” You said

“I can explain let me talk to you,” Ani said

You don't let her hold your hand. You follow her into the locker room and it's just you two alone.

“Why you didn't tell me that you worked as a stripper?” You asked

She noticted that you are angry, she tries to hold your hand but you don't let her.

“You are different, Y/N. In the past, i told them I was a stripper and the relationships ended fucking bad. I wanted you to know me as me. You care about me and I didn't want to ruin that. I can't believe Vera, told you I’m going to kill that bitch” Ani said

“Like the relationship you had with Vanya?” You asked

“Yes! I didn't want to lose you” Ani said

“That’s why you argued with me that night going out with Igor?” You said

“I know you won't cheat me. But I just didn't want anyone else touching you” Ani said

“I can't believe you are a stripper,” You said

“Y/N-”

“I have to go,” You said

You head for the door but she grabs your forearm

“I can't lose you,” Ani said

You still care about her.

“What time do you get off?” You asked

“Three am,” Ani said

“Be honest with me, did you ever fuck a customer?”

“No! I never did that. Before I met Vanya or after meeting you” Ani said

“I will wait but not here. There’s a bar that's open and I will wait for you” You said

“That Irish pub down the street?” Ani asked

“Yeah,” You said

You just walked away and she is glad that you will wait for her and you didn't call her names. You leave the club and Ani goes back to work.

Waiting for her felt like a century. Sitting at the bar alone and you sighed, you ordered food. Then You start to over and over what you are going to do with the relationship. You start to remember everything you did with Ani, the first time meeting her, first fight, your first date, and so on. You are on your phone then you stare at the pictures you and Ani took together, but you don't delete the pictures.

Ani just finished work and she started to get dressed fast. She quickly walks to the pub and she starts to look around, but she doesn't see you.

“Ani,” You said

“I thought you left and changed your mind” Ani said

“No. I was in the bathroom and I also ordered food. You can stay with me tonight so we can talk, i still have your clothes you left” You said

You and Ani leave together. While in the cab, Ani looked at you but you were looking out the window. She put her fingers between your fingers but you don't move your hand away.

“Are you mad?” Ani asked

“Finding out from your roommate instead of you, yeah,” You said

Once at your apartment, she put her hands on your face and made you look at her.

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you, Y/N. I didn't want you to leave me because what I do for a living. I never once had sex with a customer. I'm sorry” Ani said

Her eyes became watery and she doesn't let go of your face. You see a tear going down her cheek, you gently grab her wrists and slowly pull it down. You surprised her by wrapping your arms around her. Then she hugged you back and you gently rubbed her back.

“I’m not breaking up with you. We will work it out. Please don't lie to me” You said

“I won't lie to you,” Ani said

You are at her then she starts to kiss you. You don't let go of her and you start to kiss her back. She doesn't want to let go and she starts to kiss your neck and then your lips again.

“The food will get cold,” You said

“I thought you would leave me,” Ani said

“No,” You said

You kiss her again then you and Ani sit down to eat together.

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You went to Ani’s house and the door is unlocked. You hear them screaming at each other then you rush inside the house. Vera and Ani are in the living room, yelling at each other

“You are a bitch!” Vera yelled

“Fuck you! You are a jealous bitch!” Ani yelled

Ani smacked Vera in the face. You grabbed Ani from the wasit and pulled her away, but Vera tried to hit Ani in the face but she hit you. You let go of your girlfriend and you got hit in the eye. Ani got angrier then she punched Vera in the face.

“Never touch Y/N!” Ani yelled

Vera passed out and you pulled Ani away from Vera.

“What the fuck!?” You yelled

Ani touch your eye but you moved away cause it hurt.

“She was talking shit about us then I got angry,” Ani said

Ani grabbed your hand and dragged you to the kitchen. She grabs a frozen bag of peas and puts it on your eye.

“I don't think she will let you stay here anymore,” You said

“Great, I am a homeless stripper” Ani said and rolled her eyes

“Go get your stuff. My stripper girlfriend can live with me if she doesn't mind living in a studio apartment” You said

“Wait-really?” Ani asked

“Yeah, I’m serious,” You said

You kiss her head.

“I will live with you” Ani smiled

You follow her upstairs and you helped her pack her clothes and other stuff. Once at your apartment, you watched Ani put her stuff away. You are lying in bed with the ice pack on your face, then she straddles on you and your hand is on her thigh.

“What?” You asked

“I’m happy that you let me live with you, babe” Ani smiled

“Thanks for defending me. Plus you are my girlfriend I can't let you live in the streets” You said

She can't stop smiling then she lies on top of you. She starts to kiss your face and you start to smile.

[malereadermaniac]

Possessive & Jealous - Nate Jacobs x Male Reader

Nate doesn't wanna go public with your relationship, but he still gets possessive and jealous when guys flirt with you NOT A YANDERE FIC!! Top!Nate x Bottom!Reader word count: 3.2k Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

Nate was pissed. And that's putting it nicely. Nate was fucking seething at what he was watching. The small giggles he could hear, the hand on your shoulder, and that fucking look in your eye; it all just made his anger boil over more and more. The taller man was staring daggers at the scene before him; some loser was really laying it on thick, flirting with what was Nate's. That being you. You belonged to the quarterback, even if no-one actually knew it.

Your conversation with your hot classmate was interrupted by your 'boyfriend'. Nate's rough hand gripping your shoulder with a little more force than necessary; he was clearly trying to make a point. His face was as douche-y as ever, his jaw sharp enough to cut, his eyes seductive, and a barely noticeable smirk on his lips. Few words were exchanged, a small 'hey' and some stupid excuse about needing to talk to you alone - but you could understand the subtext; Nate was pissed, as he so often was. As the two of you walked through the emptying corridors, you studied Nate, in aims to guess what exactly you were in for. You walked behind the taller man, taking in his broad, tall figure; Nate was the star quarterback of your college, it made sense that his shoulders were wide and his back was muscular. His arms were built too, swaying slightly as he walked in front of you, his walk masculine and effortlessly dominant - damn, even though you were already getting annoyed at the man, you couldn't help but be very, very attracted to him.

After what felt like hours of awkward silence, the two of you finally reached wherever Nate wanted to take you. The boy's locker room - dirty as always, but quiet for once, the final bell having rang a good while ago. Immediately, you were backed up against a wall; the cool tiles of the locker room against your skin as you stared up into Nate's dark eyes, waiting for him to say something. The taller man looked you over in silence for a moment, his hands in his pockets and his jaw obviously clenched, his demeanor trying to stay cool; but you know him too well for his act to work on you.

"The fuck you think you're doin' letting that dick woo you 'n shit?" Nate spits out, his tone not obviously angry but rather spiteful

"Huh? He wasn't- Even if he were flirting with me, why's it my responsibility to stop him?" You rebuttal. Nate's jealousy was annoying, but you have to admit that you like it when he gets like this; and you like pushing his buttons even more.

"Probably 'cause you're my fucking... 'cause you're mine." Nate hesitates, anger starting to seep through via the sound of his voice and his actions; his hands darting out from his pockets to make a 'what' gesture.

"Hm hm! You can't even bring yourself to call me your boyfriend! You're the one who wanted whatever this is to never go public, Nate." You say with a chuckle, emphasizing your situation by gesturing circles with your finger. "So don't get all pissy with me 'cause some guy is flirting with someone who is single in everyone's eyes!" You bark back at your boyfriend, your words calculated and shooting to kill.

"Stop being such a bitch, (Y/n)." Nate scowls, his eyes fixated on yours. He's back to his cool and collected self; not a good sign.

"Make. Me." You scowl back.

Without a second thought, Nate had already darted towards you; his hand grabbing your cheeks and forcing your face towards his, Nate's other hand resting on the wall above you in a fist. It was a blur, that's how fast the livid man was moving. Within milliseconds, Nate's lips were crashing against your own; his manly, rough hand squishing your cheeks to force your lips apart in order for him to explore your mouth with his tongue. The quarterback knew you like the back of his hand, his tongue toying with yours in a familiar rhythm, his other hand sliding down the wall to grab your waist; pulling your smaller frame into his massive, built body. Instinctively, your hands slide up Nate's body, feeling up the peaks and valleys of the jock's muscular abs and chest, then settling for gripping one hand in his shirt and another on his buff shoulder as you return the kiss. He must've just finished practice, his shirt damp with sweat and sticking to his bulging muscles. The steamy make-out session seemed to last forever; Nate's lips constantly pushed against your own, and his tongue practically colonizing your mouth. But finally, the brunette broke away from you, his face just an inch away from yours as his rugged and uneven panting bounced off of your lips. Fuck. Nate looked so hot. You kept your eyes locked onto his, looking up at your boyfriend expectantly as you waited for him to make another move. But Nate had other plans.

Abruptly, the close feeling of Nate's sweaty, jacked body on yours was gone - replaced by the cold, humid air of the locker room. You watched as Nate walked over to the shower cubicles, not moving to follow along.

"You fuckin' coming or what?" Nate probes as he turns to face you but keeps walking backwards into the cubicle; his pokerface still in full effect, hiding the scorching anger and possessiveness beneath the surface.

With a roll of your eyes, you follow your boyfriend into the cubicle; shamelessly eyeing his up as he strips his varsity t-shirt off with one hand, his muscles flexing erotically. You follow suit and take off your top, but your hand is halted to a stop by your boyfriend's grip when you reach for your pants. You roll your eyes once more at Nate's childish behaviour but let him do what he wants; resulting in you being backed up once again against the shower door, Nate sliding down your pants and feeling up your thick thighs and ass. The two of you are back to making out, only that this time you're both naked - Nate gripping and kneading your asscheeks like dough, his large, rough hands juxtaposed against the smooth skin of your body. His tongue toyed with yours as small moans escaped your throat and were swallowed by Nate; his ego swelling up subconsciously, knowing that just kissing you is getting those sounds out of you. Wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's thick neck, your breath hitches in your throat at Nate's sudden lifting of your body - his strong arms holding your thighs up, your body squished between the shower cubicle and his buff body, Nate resting you on hip so that he could grind into you as he kept passionately kissing you. Your arms tighten around Nate's neck, peaking down at him as your mouth continues to be dominated by the quarterback; your boner very obviously rubbing up on your boyfriend's six-pack as you let your body be taken over by excitement and lust.

Nate finally breaks the kiss. Forcing his lips away from yours and taking in the sight before him - his hot boyfriend panting like a dog in heat just from kissing him, a string of thick spit connecting your lips you his, and your face flushed light pink while your eyes glaze over lightly with tears and lust. You let out a whine as Nate starts to kiss your neck. Targeting the spots that he knows make your mind go numb, that will make you let out the noises Nate jerks off to. Mewl after whine leaves your lips, quiet but definitely there; the sounds you make and the way you move your head and contort your face, it's all so fucking hot to Nate. You can feel as the well-endowed man goes from gentle grinds of his dick to full on dry-humping you - the feeling of his huge dick poking against your ass, it's one that you're now able to recognize within a second.

"You want this dick? Want me to fuck you right now? Stop being such a little bitch 'n I'll fuck you good, babe" Nate lightly grunts out against your skin as he continues to gently mark you.

"Ha ha... Seems like you want it more than me, sweetheart~" you tease

"You're so fucking difficult" Nate mumbles, making a point to bite your collarbone a little harder

"H-ah! -You fucking love it" you grunt out, the (pleasurable) bite interrupting what was meant to be a quick-witted reply.

After a little more foreplay, Nate's patience had finally worn thin; his dick about to explode from how pent up he was. So once Nate was satisfied with the state of your upper body (that being: your neck, shoulders and nipples being covered in hickeys and bite marks), he made his move. Nate manhandled into somehow only holding you up with one of his arms (holy shit this man is scary strong) and began undoing his pants with his free hand; dropping his draws as quickly yet as effortlessly as he could. With his Calvin Klein's and jeans around his ankle's, Nate slipped a condom on easily and lined his 8 inch monster up to your hole; his tip pressing against your entrance, a feeling all too familiar to the both of you - you two fuck like it's a hobby! With no warning at all, in a jealous attempt at getting you back for being a flirt, Nate thrusted his hips up into yours; his dick forcing all the way inside of you. Thank god that condoms come pre-lubed - 'cause HOLY SHIT THAT HURT. You yelp in pain and instinctively bite your boyfriend's muscular shoulder; stifling your moans of pleasure and trying to distract from the pain. Your eyes immediately flushed red, glazing over with tears as the sting of Nate's girthy, long dick pried your walls apart. Even with the condom on, you could still clearly feel Nate's veins, his dick pushing against your walls so snuggly that without even trying, the man was pressing against your prostate already. Your hands gripped the brunette's biceps harshly, your fingers digging into his skin as you try to register the intense feelings of pain and pleasure combining and co-attacking your brain. But you don't have very long to try and get used to your boyfriend's absolute weapon, 'cause he can only be so nice - thirty seconds of holding back is more than enough! He's still fucking seething mind you! Nate's jealousy is only getting grander, rather than lessening at the feeling of fucking you; he felt even more possessive, even more jealous, like a wild animal resource guarding what his.

Moans escape your throat involuntarily. Groans, pants, and whines getting forced out of your throat from the sheer impact of Nate's hips against your ass. Your legs tighten around your boyfriend's small yet muscular waist, your arms having moved from gripping Nate's arms back to wrapping around his neck; visible scratch marks forming all over the jock's massive, buff back. Nate's one arm is holding you up against the shower cubicle as his other hand is slammed against the door above your head; his fucking massive, rough, sweaty palm against the cold plastic cubicle door being the only thing kind of grounding the sex-crazed version of Nate in the moment. As his dick thrusts in and out of your tight, warm hole, Nate keeps mumbling different mantras to himself; nursing his bruised ego, the only thing he can think about being you with other guys. A carousel of 'mine... all mine, mine, mine' , '(y/n)..' , and 'fuckin' belong t'me' being on loop as your boyfriend fucks you like a mad man. The few moments of silence Nate did have were due to him going back to marking up your body as he continues to fuck you silly. His strong, sharp incisors pressing against your soft neck; sometimes much too harshly.

"Fuck! NATE you're biting too hard!" You shout, pissed off at the man. But your anger doesn't last very long, it can't when your boyfriend's thick dick is assaulting your prostate every other second; sending insane waves of pleasure through your core, and most importantly: your dick.

Your legs dangled on either side of Nate's waist; feet bouncing in rhythm with each one of the quarterback's hard thrusts. You didn't even have to hold yourself up anymore (not that you even could from the fucking you were getting), Nate's arms were able to hold your weight easily, and you were also literally squished up between the wall and Nate's sweaty, ripped body. You could feel Nate getting closer to orgasm, his usual tells showing up like usual; his eyes forcing shut as he focuses on keeping his pace, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, his kisses getting softer and softer, despite his pace getting rougher and rougher. Finally, Nate was pushed over the edge - or more so he was fucking lobbed over the edge from the intensity of his orgasm. The brunette was moaning louder than usual, your name falling off of his tongue more than normal, amongst his usual 'fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck's. You weren't too far behind, between Nate's constant pounding into your prostate and the fucking HOT sight before you, it didn't take you more than a minuet to follow suit and shoot your load onto your chest and Nate's. That man always made you cum untouched. He had the skills but it was mostly the way Nate looked that pushed you over the edge most of the time; c'mon, he always looked so hot fucking you like his life depended on it! And this time it was no different! His muscles gleaming with a sheen of sweat, Nate's arm flexing as he continued to hold himself up, his damp armpit hair showing ever so slightly; he just always looked so fucking manly, Nate really was your ideal guy...

"Haaa... Haa.... See? Don't need dick from any other guy- haaa- so stop being such a tease and fucking stop flirting with other guys" Nate grunted out. His voice rugged, panting as he tried to regain his breath.

"hngggg.... fuck~ I wasn't flirting! I'll tell guys to back off when you tell them that I'm your boyfriend" you retort, your breath still uneven and pleasure still tingling throughout your body.

Nate chuckles and looks into your eyes for a moment. You can tell he's thinking, something he rarely fucking does, but you don't know what thoughts are running through his head exactly. But here's a little snipped:

'Fuck I love him so much... FUCK WHY DO I LOVE HIM'

'He's mine. My boyfriend. Don't give a fuck about what people think'

'Shit... I do care what others think'

'Fuck it.'

'No'

'Yes'

'No'

'YES'

"Fine.. Whatever you want, gorgeous~" Nate mumbles with the smallest smirk, and then leans down to give you a peck on the lips.

You smile back at him, hands gently cupping his face, and whisper a soft 'good'.

Bonus:

Nate's room was like your second home. You were there every other day, either sleeping round or just to hang out for a bit. Contrary to popular belief, your relationship with Nate wasn't all sex! You two did have a pretty wholesome relationship! It's just that you both loved having sex with eachother as well, so most of the time something sexual was bound to happen.

Like any other day, you were in Nate's room. Your hunk of a boyfriend at his desk playing whatever fps he was into at the moment, and you on his bed scrolling mindlessly. Finally having had enough of your phone, you make your way over to Nate, wanting some attention as always. You rest your arms around his neck and hug your boyfriend from behind, head resting against his shoulder as you mumble an 'I'm bored' into his ear. You watch as Nate finishes his round, his long fingers gliding over the controller; why the fuck was it turning you one...?! Once he's put his game away, Nate takes your hand and has you stand between his legs, looking up at you from his gaming chair with a soft, very small smile.

"What's up?" he asks.

Your hands instinctively cup your boyfriend's cheeks. His sharp jaw resting in your palms as he closes his eyes. You admire the man in front of you, his messy hair, his attractive features, but mostly how different he's become since you met him; he's so much kinder, less hurt than he seemed before.

"Just wanted some attention" you mumble, biting your bottom lip ever so slightly as you keep admiring Nate.

"Well... Depends what kind of attention ya want~" Nate teases, his typical horny smirk plastering across his face as his big, manly hands slide up the back of your thighs and reach your ass. Nate gently holds your plump cheeks in his rough hands, gently squeezing as he looks up at you expectantly.

"What did you have in mind, baby?" You playfully respond, knowing that the pet name had an effect on your boyfriend.

Nate pats his lap and gestures for you to sit, which you do. His hands keep cupping your ass as Nate's lips make their way to yours; soft kisses, the kind that really make you feel at ease. Nate slips his fingers under your waistband and slowly slides your shorts and underwear under your cheeks; gripping them softly and spreading them as he continues to softly kiss you. Bringing a hand up to your face, Nate gestures at you to suck on them; doing this by obscenely poking his cheek with his tongue as he smiles with his eyes. You do as your told, too lazy to put up your usual battiness.

After a brief moment of sucking on your boyfriend's two finger's as if they were his cock, Nate takes them out of your mouth and brings them back down to your hole. It's a feeling you're used to; one that you particularly enjoy. Hey! Nate's good with his fingers, what can ya do? As the two of you continue your previous kiss, Nate's fingers slowly push past your rim; your tight hole accepting them with ease. Knuckle deep, Nate reaches your prostate immediately, causing you to break the kiss and let out a small, quiet moan. Nate chuckles as you rest your head on his shoulder, gripping onto his sweatshirt as the quarterback continues to work your prostate to perfection; drawing out muffled moans and whimpers despite your best efforts to hold them in.

Just as things were getting good, your dick twitching against Nate's abs as the man milks your prostate, you hear the door to his room open... Nate's dad walks in, acting like nothing was going on; because he couldn't see Nate's finger's knuckle deep inside of you. All that poor man could see was his son's boyfriend hugging his son in his lap - perfectly normal! Nate tries to play it cool but scrambles to get his dad out of his room as you try not to move; wanting to die the whole time. But as soon as Nate's dad left the room, that delayed orgasm hit you like a brick wall~

[qsphyxias]

Nightwing x Male! Thief! Reader

if you fetishize mlm/nblm relationships, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; nightwing and ur dynamic, as a small, not super skilled, thief that nightwing likes

warnings ; male! reader, cussing, mention of oral sex (no actual sex at all), banter,

note ; wish i wrote smth abt nightwing's GYATTT

words ; 1.3k+

Your teeth chattered in your jaw as you continued to shovel stacks of cash from the busted vault into your gym bag. Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration as you could feel your fingers going numb from the adrenaline rushing through your hands — Faster, damn it, faster!

The emergency lights flashed a red hue on everything you saw, and you couldn't hear anything but a pulsing in your head, and quiet and light steps behind you. Knowing who it was, you only sighed and remained tense, refusing to look your assailant in the eye.

"Really, s/o?" You winced at his disappointed tone of voice, already pissed at his audacity to talk as if — "As if you have the right to judge me, Boy Wonder." You spat out, frowning as you swivelled around to see Dick Grayson, a mere inch away from you. Your gym bag rotated around you on impact and caught itself on your shoulder. The impact and the shock alone were enough to make you take a step back — but not before Dick had slipped one of his batons behind the groove of your back, pulling you towards his chest by pulling on both ends of the baton.

"It's Nightwing now, actually." He corrected, seemingly unfazed by your resentful attitude. Your dynamic usually went this way; a small fight amongst rivals and old friends, with a mutual understanding that the other is off-limits. Looking down at your irritated face, Dick only grinned wittingly and nodded towards your bag full of cash over your shoulder, "I assume... money's tight?"

You could only laugh, feigning shock, "Oh, right, I forgot you don't know what it's like to be poor because your daddy's filthy rich." With a quick shove away from his suit-bound chest, you backed away from him and started immediately looking for exits.

Dick noticed and shook his head. "Hey man, he may be a billionaire, but he doesn't give me a single penny!" Dick stepped closer to you as you stepped back, cornering you. "Can you believe that?" He muttered, his perfect hair looking like a bright shade of red from your close-up point of view underneath the hue of the emergency lights.

You looked up at him, then looked down as you considered punching him in the stomach to get away. The vigilante began eyeing your bag, taking the chance and reaching for it when you were distracted looking for his weak points.

Acting quickly, you rip the bag away from him, bolting for a closed window jumping out of it and into another rooftop of a building. Glass had flown everywhere, some of it cutting you, and some of it landing inside your shoes. Dick laughed in slight annoyance as he saw you take off, not wasting another second and going right after you. "You can't run forever! I know this bank personally, s/o, they're getting their money back!"

You don't waste time looking behind you and flip him the bird over your shoulder, leaping onto another building with a running start. Midair, you feel a strong arm wrap grab your waist and fling you around in an unknown direction — just until you reach solid ground on top of a 24/7 diner. Not used to being in the fucking air you found yourself holding onto the superhero's shoulder's in a vice grip until you let go, finding the whole situation mortifying.

"Breakfast?" Dick looked at the bright Neon sign that was below eye level from his spot on the rooftop, grinning at you so coyly; he was serious.

"It's 4 AM, Dick." You say his name like an insult, rather than a title.

Dick, however, was unfazed, having heard that joke over a thousand times in his lifetime. "Well, yeah it's midnight, but I'm hungry and— Oh shoot! I'm short on cash... S/o? Do you happen to have cash?" Nightwing crossed his arms and hummed in thought looking around like a sailor looking for land.

You could only roll your eyes at his behaviour, knowing he was serious about using the money you stole to buy himself a chicken-fried steak and a stack of pancakes.

A normal person who was to look at this man's behaviour would have instantly known he was joking; you, however, were no ordinary man. For you have known Grayson for longer than you wanted to have known him, and a couple of years' worth of time spent with the acrobat was enough information for you to know; he fucked around, but man, did he love finding out.

You felt your shoulders drop in a "why-not" attitude, and you let out a long sigh, shrugging and gesturing to jump down from the rooftop of the diner.

With a pursed lip smile, Dick hopped down and opened the diner's front door, beckoning you inside eagerly. After you got down, you rolled your eyes at him but laughed anyway, finding the situation unbelievable. "Did you want a blowjob for your chivalry?" You joked, peeking over your shoulder to catch Grayson checking out your ass from behind you.

"Why; is that an offer?" Grayson ran his tongue over his bottom lip, rapid-firing his side of the banter. The hostess stood before the two of you, watching the exchange occur uncomfortably. Despite your public profanities, she couldn't care less, it was 4 am.

"Table for two?"

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The air was calm in the diner, it smelt of coffee — which made sense, because how else would you stay awake at this ungodly hour? You were lucky that there was no one else here; a swarm of men and women alike would have crowded around the superhero sitting before you, had it not been empty.

As you scanned the menu briefly, you couldn't help but get a little distracted at the sight of the man before you. Stealing glances above the menu, you leaned back in your side of the booth and shrunk, trying to look as if you aren't staring at him just for the sake of staring.

"I know I'm gob-stoppingly gorgeous, but be careful, you might even fall in love with me with that look." Dick snorted, dropping the menu down on the table to reveal his shit-eating grin.

"Oh fuck off," You murmured, looking away for a second only to meet his eyes again. "... So what's the plan, Dick?" Your embarrassment was soon replaced with your focus on the important matter at hand. "Are you planning not to turn me in today? Plan to take me out to dinner like one of your girls?" His attention was now completely on you, his eyes carefully watching you as you got comfortable in your cushioned seat, balancing your head on your hands as you leaned forward.

"What do you want?"

Dick gulped. "Well, I... I want a huge stack of your house buckwheat pancakes and a soda float, if you please." His demeanour shifted completely as he transformed from sexy-man to child-patron when he waved his hand over to the waitress to get her attention and his order in. "And— What, a milkshake? A milkshake for the gentleman please— And fries!" He looked back at you, "can't have a milkshake without fries, am I right?"

You could only stare blankly at him as he conversed with the waitress across the room, "Dick, look at me." getting fed up with his indifference, you reached forward to grab his jaw lightly by the tips of your fingers, angling his face to confront you. You could feel your heart skip a beat as his dark blue eyes focused on you once again.

Your breath hitched, and you nearly forgot what you wanted to say. "... The hell do you want with me now that we're here?" You repeated under your breath, watching as one of his hands reached up to grab your hand on his face.

"Well,"

"Maybe I just wanted to waste some of your time, sweetheart."

[zolass]

ᅠᅠᅠTHE GOLD AND THE BLUE

ᅠ···─THE GOLD AND THE BLUE with AETHER

Summary: You were simply a traveler living in Teyvat, one day news spread about two stars falling from the sky. Before the news of a new hero rising in Mondstadt came around, Aether.

This one is simply thought of as a series, where I slowly just try to write about Male Reader with each male character of Genshin Impact, this one is all about Aether. Other's will follow probably (hopefully) soon, none of them have a connection there will be a definitely a story or multiple w Male Reader x All M Genshin Characters, just because it seems fun and we all know we have more house husbands in Genshin (and probably other games) than only one.

But the series will probably have more story errors as I'm mostly just a collector, but I'll try to make some sense w the og game plot and events. There will also be mostly fluff, probably lime and smut and if angst then only hurt comfort, and probably some possessive stuff going on w some characters. MALE READER IS TOP IN THE SERIES. Also this one is short I'll try to make them longer. Obv it will take a while for me to write all of these, hope y'all are patient enough w lil ol' me and stick around for a bit. Hope y'all enjoy and I hope y'all are doing well <3 All credits of the art used as banners go to the original creators!

It has been a rather long day since you traveled from Liyue back to Mondstadt. The backpack that you carried was a heavy baggage that slowed you down and made you sweat buckets underneath the blazing sun.

But well you can't help it, even after many times of seeing the same scenery and going through the long and painful journey, you always found yourself traveling from Mondstadt to Liyue.

With a heavy sigh, you slung the backpack from your back, placing it on the ground, before wiping the sweat off of your forehead. Glancing up at the clear blue sky, you couldn’t help but just rest on a rock and simply look up. You deserve a break from traveling. 

Suddenly a high pitched voice in the distance caught your attention. As you glanced over you could see the slightly familiar flying silhouette of a small being, Paimon. Slowly another figure emerged, long blonde hair neatly tied to a braid and the all too familiar outfit.

Obviously Paimon wouldn’t be here, if it wasn’t for Aether.

Just as you wanted to look away from the approaching duo, you were stopped by the simple lift of the hand from Aether. You quickly gave a small wave back, before trying to find something to busy yourself with, as it was suddenly so awkward. 

You never met Aether really before, but you knew him. How couldn’t you, when almost everyone in Teyvat knew about him? The glorious hero, looking for his sister.  As you looked through your back, a slight shadow fell onto your legs and a pair of feet were in front of yours.

As you looked up you came face to face with Aether and a smiling Paimon. “Hello there!” she said while waving her small hand at you, which you returned with a small smile.

“Hello,” was your short response.

There was a certain awkward silence between the three of you, as the two stared at you, while your eyes jumped between the two, not trying to basically stare at the blonde. Which was hard– the reason simply being you never quite got a closer look at the other. Just a few glances at the back, when the other visited Mondstadt or Liyue.

“Uhh– I’m Aether, nice to meet you,” the blonde spoke up, while reaching his hand out to you. Surprised you looked at it, before slowly taking it and shaking his hand, “Y/n– call me Y/n.” 

You watched as a sweet smile started to blossom on the others lips, before the voice of Paimon chirped up, “Are you a traveller, Y/n?” she asked, while pointing at your stuffed bag. 

Grabbing both of yours and Aether’s attention, your eyes landed on your bag as well, “Yes, it wasn't hard to guess, was it?” you chuckled. “So Paimon is right! Where do you travel to? Did you see a lot of places in Teyvat? Any food–” suddenly a hand clasped over Paimon’s mouth. 

“I think that’s enough questions for the span of twenty seconds..” Aether mumbled, while Paimon glared at him. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the display in front of you, lifting a hand up to cover your mouth as two pairs of eyes focused on you.

“No problem.. To answer your questions, I only travel from Mondstadt to Liyue and back– which would also answer your second question too,” you sheepishly said. Paimon stared at you with her big eyes, before glancing at her companion, and then back to you.

“Paimon thinks– you should travel with us someday–” Paimon blurted out, only to get her mouth covered again, you looked surprised but it was quickly replaced with a smile, “one day sure.”

There was a small moment of silence, before it was interrupted by another person, “Hey!” a man yelled as he jogged closer, distress and relief on his face as his eyes fell onto Aether, “We need your help,” the man said out of breath. 

Aether threw a glance at you, as you smiled. “Seems like the knight in shining armor has more people to help,” you teased before grabbing onto your bag and swinging it onto your back again, “Wish you the best of luck–” you said while walking a few steps away before turning around, “Hope we see each other again, maybe for a nice dinner on me.”

There was a short moment where Aether seemed surprised at the invitation, but gave you a smile back and a nod, “Stay safe out there,” were the last words from Aether’s side, before he was led away by the frantic man. You watched his back for a while, it felt like all the times before where you were only able to see his back from afar.

With a shake of your head, you turned your back as well as you continued to walk towards Mondstadt.

A few days passed since your encounter with Aether, surprisingly you did see the blonde male a few times in Mondstadt and had a small chat with him, before he was dragged away to help the people in need.

Now you are making your way to the Dawn Winery, as it is the fastest way to Liyue. Yes, you were traveling towards Liyue yet again, maybe with a small stop at the Winery hoping to see a specific redhead, delivering some goods.

With a sigh you couldn’t help but replay the little chats you had with Aether, the other did leave quite an impression on you. The conversation wasn’t as awkward as the first time, as the two of you chatted about travels and a few personal things, which surprised you.

A pair of approaching footsteps brought you out of your thoughts, just as you turned around you spotted the person occupying your mind running towards you. Aether came to a scittering stop before you, his knees bent and his arms holding his body up, while he tried to catch his breath.

You waited for a second watching with slight amusement and curiosity, “Everything alright?” You finally asked, only to get a nod and a heavy sigh. Aether looked at you, after standing back up straight, a small smile formed on his lips. “I asked around where you went, only to hear you want to go back to Liyue again,” he finally explained his sudden appearance. 

A small chuckle left your lips, as you looked at him. “Is that so? You wanted to say goodbye?” You asked genuinely curious about why he came after you. At your words, Aether seemed to slightly falter as he smiled sheepishly. “I wanted to see if you– might want some company– and I thought I would get out of some requests..” Aether said while scratching the back of his head.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the second, slightly quieter reason. Shaking your head, you slightly patted the smaller male on his shoulder, “I wouldn’t mind some company.”

[monkebearness]

Rereading the Mixed Messages

Kamimoto Kotone (tripleS) x Male Reader

Tags: fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers, alcohol

Word count: 11.9k

a/n: hello, it's me again. this post was supposed to be a smut with a different story and characters, but 'cause it was a special someone's birthday (five days ago), I chose to write this instead. anyways, if you like fluffs, I hope you enjoy this one.

A woman wearing a backpack has been waiting in a hallway right outside the comfort room. She saw her friend rushing towards him, while on her right hand, the handout brochure she received eleven minutes ago wrinkled more and more, thanks to her tightening grip.

“Tone-yah!” the man shouted with relief. “There you are, thank goodness.”

“Junghoon-ah!” she called him, hurrying and somewhat in her voice, especially as she saw him already sweating. “Where the heck have you been? I thought we’d meet here.”

“I’m sorry for taking you so long. I, uhh, I just asked someone to be our guide,” he pointed to the direction beside him with his thumb.

“You just went to someone?” Concern started to radiate from her voice.

“Yeah, and I think he’s a senior who can help us out.”

“You think?” her eyebrow automatically raised slightly, as with her cadence.

“I guess… “ he surmised. “He definitely looks like a sunbae. He’s wearing a gwajam.”

“You should've just waited for me. I was in the restroom for like only five minutes, before you went all Seoul searching on our own campus like some tourist.”

“Well, I panicked, arasseo?” he raised his hands in defense. “I just found him along with a bunch of other students, but he’s the one who stepped up… And besides, he’s willing to assist us. So whatever the case may be, he may know a lot more stuff than we do.”

“You didn’t have to bring anyone, Junghoon!” she couldn’t stop herself from freaking out. “We could’ve toured the campus by ourselves and everything would've been just fine. It’s not like we’re already late or anything… Isn’t that why we went here early?”

“Calm down. But yeah, that’s… A good point,” he scratched his head. “But maybe we should hear him out first. Give him a chance first… We gotta respect our seniors.”

A groan left her mouth, just as a tall man in his university jacket approached them with a welcoming beam. Kotone watched Junghoon as he bowed to him in sight, prompting her to follow his gesture, but with less enthusiasm and more caution towards the older student.

“Annyeonghasimnikka!” he greeted them with his hoarse yet cheerful voice. “I’m Kim Myungsoo.” He turned to Junghoon for a second. “You told me you have a little trouble navigating around campus.” His eyes then met Kotone’s. “So I assumed that both of you are freshmen.”

“Ne,” Junghoon politely answered him. “I kinda also assumed you were a senior, but I am really sorry if I got the wrong impression.”

“I’m actually a sophomore, but don’t worry, ‘cause I’m actually flattered.” he chortled at his own nonchalant response. “And of course, I’d be more than happy to help you… It is orientation day, after all... But, do you mind me asking what your names are?”

“I’m Geum Junghoon,” he bows, before turning to the woman. “And my friend here is…”

In her eyes, his face looks like he’s a model or a young actor who played either a main or supporting role in a romcom college drama. That might have been too specific, but that’s just how Kotone thought about him that morning. Watching romcoms in her spare time was an undeniable factor to that mentality. She didn’t know whether to be enticed or intimidated—or both—by his striking looks, towering stature, and courteous approach. But she might have been staring at her for too long. She should be saying something to him now. She should’ve because they’re now looking at her.

“Koton—” she hesitates at first, making the senior and her friend lean their head to the side while the former lets out a low, huh? Correcting her error within milliseconds due to internal panic, she clears her throat. “Mianhaeyo. My name is Kamimoto Kotone.”

“Oh! You must be Japanese then?” Myungsoo guessed, almost with a higher pitch, something that fascinated the woman because of his reaction. “An exchange student?”

“No. I'm just living here with my relatives,” she corrected him, before following up with, “But you are right about the first one. I was born and raised in Japan.”

“Ah… It’s nice meeting you, Junghoon and Kotone,” he bowed down to them. “First things first, welcome to Seoul State University.”

“Kamsahamnida, sunbaenim,” Junghoon professed as he bowed back, compelled by his habit of being respectful towards him. Too respectful, as Kotone would think, even though she herself bowed much lower this time.

“Oh, that's fine. It's my pleasure to help out more of our Seoulmates, you know?”

Suddenly, Kotone laughed through her nose.

“So, now… On more pressing matters, what are you guys majoring in?”

“Tone’s from the College of Education,” Junghoon answered. “I’m from Tourism and Hotel Management.”

“I'm also from Education!” Myungsoo applauded his answer. “Seems like we already have something in common then, Kotone-ssi. Plus Junghoon’s building is only right next to ours, so that'll be convenient for both of you.”

Junghoon nudged her left shoulder with a smirk. “You still regretting my decision? You've got yourself a new friend!” he mumbled while they followed his trail.

She scoffed at his retort. “Fair enough. He's fine… You did good.”

“And Junghoon,” the upperclassman turned to them. “I’ve actually met someone from your department. His name’s Lim Honggi. Does the name sound familiar to…”

As the two had a conversation, Kotone’s attention towards Myungsoo grew from the moment forward. After several minutes of strolling around the nearby locations, they arrived right in front of the building of Junghoon’s department. It was like Tone was a protective noona sending off a younger sibling to go on his own (they're the same age), even though Junghoon insisted that they go ahead, right after bowing to Myungsoo out of gratitude.

“Do you mind if I take you there as well?”

Such a question struck Kotone with panic, but not enough to trigger a fight-or-flight response. Instead, it let her own guard down. “Oh… Uhh… You don’t have to do that, sunbaenim… Don’t you have a class to catch up to?”

“In about thirty minutes, yeah… But we’re heading to the same building anyway,” he pointed out. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, right!” she exclaimed out of the sudden, slowly pursing her own lips out of embarrassment.

“Unless you’re uncomfortable, then I can just leave you alone. I’m sure you know your way to your room. It’s just that—”

“No!” she exclaimed again, even though she knew he was right. “I still have half an hour before our first class, so it’s fine, really.”

That was the start of their something.

“Myungsoo-yah!” Someone calls him with a teasing tone as he approaches them. “There you are! The council told me you were busy briefing freshies… Speaking of which.”

“Yeah… They were right,” Myungsoo quipped.

“Oh, don’t mind me. I’ll be on my way—”

“It’s okay, sunbaenim,” Kotone assured both of them.

“This is Park Yeonghwan,” Myungsoo proceeded with the introductions. “My classmate and friend. This is Kotone. She’s a freshie.”

“Annyeonghaseyo,” Kotone bowed to him. “It’s nice meeting you, sunbaenim.”

His mouth opened, as if he had heard a spell leave her mouth. “Kotone? Are you—”

“Yes, she is Japanese,” Myungsoo stopped him, right as Kotone was about to open her mouth. “You get the point, dude… She must be tired hearing that from everyone else.”

“Gwenchanayo, sunbae,” Kotone stepped in. “But, he’s right. About the Japanese part.”

Yeonghwan chuckled at his interjection, but Kotone herself felt a tug at her heartstrings. “She said it’s fine. Don’t be too defensive, hyung.”

“Hyung?” she tilted her head. “Wait, I thought both of you are sophomores.”

“Oh, you don’t know?” Yeonghwan confessed. “He’s a year older than me.”

Within seconds, she did some mental math for an educated guess. “So that makes you, like, twenty years old?”

He didn’t answer her directly. “I hope that doesn’t make you more uncomfortable.”

A few realizations crossed her mind. Seeing someone was the last thing she wanted right now. There was more to this interaction than just attraction. After all, she's been friends with Junghoon since middle school. Befriending a guy is not a big deal for her. Kotone only chuckled at his hesitation. “It doesn’t… I actually think we’ll get along just fine.”

“You think so?” both guys asked in unison, somewhat bewildered and impressed by her sudden surge of confidence.

“Yeah,” she cheered on. “It’s a good conversation starter for a lot of people I meet, so I can't blame them for that.”

“Phew…” Yeonghwan let out. “That’s nice to know—” he felt a buzzing in his pocket.

“You good, man?” Myungsoo inquired as he and Kotone watched Yeonghwan quickly read his screen within seconds.

“Oh, yeah… I gotta dip, man,” he informed, still holding his phone in his hand. “The council needs me for another meeting. Something about plans for the homecoming festival. But,” he turned to Kotone with a sly smile. “I won’t be giving away too much. It is for the freshies after all...”

“Do they need more help or—?”

“Nah, nah, I got this! We got this,” he reassured him. “They know you're on tour guide duties for the rest of the morning, so you keep doing you.”

“Oh… Okay, then. I’ll catch up with you guys later at class.”

“Sure. Later, hyung!” He turned to the freshie and bowed to her one more time. “It’s nice meeting you, Kotone-chan.”

She bowed back as Yeonghwan walked away from them. “Forgive me for him being a bit too casual,” Myungsoo let out a chuckle.

“Nah, it’s okay, sunbaenim.” Her smile widened. “I kinda like that kind of approach. I gotta admit, it’s pretty refreshing meeting someone new. Someone who isn't just from my own class.”

A smile also formed on Myungsoo’s face before looking at her yellow backpack. There’s three keychains he noticed in his glance. The lowest zipper contained the head of a red lesser panda. The one in the middle was a Sanrio character, whose name he definitely didn’t remember at the time. All he knew was that it was a punk rabbit, wearing a black hat with a pink skull. However, the uppermost one was an odd yet captivating design, dangling around the top zipper. Due to the chain resembling tulips, one would think of it like a twisted looking flower… Until, he realizes it’s a mouth.

“Hey… “ Myungsoo couldn’t help but point his finger. “That’s a pretty cool Demogorgon keychain!”

He knows what it is? She realized, turning her head in his direction. “Oh, thanks! It helps pickpockets rethink their decision.”

The sophomore let out a laugh. “That’s actually a nice strategy. No one wants to be taken in the Upside Down unless you’re the Mind Flayer. Or Vecna.”

“So, umm, you watch Stranger Things too?” she asked him with eyes of intrigue.

“Yeah, yeah!” he hollered, just as his enthusiasm gradually lowered. “Well, I loved the first two seasons.”

“Just the first two?” she raised an eyebrow, albeit mischievously.

“The third season’s a bit meh for me, to be honest,” he answered with a light shrug. “But the new one is still growing on me.”

“That’s an interesting take,” she professed. “I'm sure they're not as questionable as your anime takes? Or are you not a fan of one?”

Her playful taunt allured him, making him cross his arms. “Oh, don't hesitate to test me, Miss Kamimoto. I think you'll be surprised.”

Mutual interests were only the start. As both the seasons and semesters passed, they would live and learn that they have a lot more things in common than once thought. More things to talk about. More to bond over.

= =

Sophomore year, first semester. The two were at the garden when a flock of birds flew out the trees hearing her sudden burst of scream. Thankfully, no one else was there. At least no one who cared enough to pay attention.

“Junghoon got himself in trouble,” Kotone would often confide in Myungsoo. Perhaps this moment was one of the most serious talks they had with each other, even though it’s only been a year since they met.

“What? How did it happen?” He was just as confused, considering how he’s treated Junghoon as a younger brother. “He didn’t tell me about any problem in his class.”

“Of course he wouldn’t…” she grumbled. “That’s how he’s always been… But Honggi told me about it, and right when I confronted him about it, he brushed it off and told me not to worry! Like, how can I not worry about that?”

Myungsoo could feel the emotions beyond the surface of her irritation, one that she’s been trying to suppress while around him.

“He’s become a pushover. Again, ” she sighed. “Ugh… Why is he still like this?”

“Did his teammates threaten him?” he began asking his questions of concern.

“Worse,” she admitted. “It was a pair project, and he did it all by himself!”

Hearing the situation dwindled down his tension, though his worry for Kotone and Junghoon persisted. “So… No one threat—”

“No one threatened, or appeased him!” her voice elevated again. “Yeah, you got that right. His professor doesn’t even know, and it looks like it'll stay that way.”

“Maybe he has a reason,” he considered. “Was the partner sick? Or maybe they had an emergency? I know Junghoon isn't the most confrontational guy but I doubt he’d keep letting a classmate be a freeloader, especially on a pair project.”

“I don’t know… He said his sunbae was busy with her organization and that he used her references, but that’s not enough.”

“Sounds like he felt bad for her too.”

“I feel bad for him!” she countered.

“I am worried for him, too… But like you’ve said, he didn’t get punished for it. He didn’t even feel bad for what he did, even if, I had to admit, it was a bit too far that he did the project all by himself. He’ll be fine, Tone-yah… We can talk to him tomorrow.”

“Who is he even trying to impress in that situation?” she countered him. “He’s one to be interested in relationships.”

“Well,” he let out a chortle. “I guess, there’s a first time for everything.”

“Maybe, but I’ll still be keeping an eye on that Park Sohyun.”

“Wait. Park Sohyun’s his partner? That’s odd. And a bit reassuring for Junghoon.”

“Why? Do you know her?”

= =

Sophomore year, second semester. It was after class when Kotone asked Myungsoo to meet her outside their building. He could whiff a much stronger perfume the more she walked closer. Her loud voice would call out to him right after. “Oppa!” Especially with her outfit of a fit aesthetic shirt under a denim jacket (and not to mention her soft blush, mascara, and a warmer shade of lipstick), he almost mistook her for someone else for a second. “Thanks for meeting me here.”

“You look…” He stopped his sentence halfway, still in spectacle at her somewhat new look and style. “Fancier. You look fancier than usual. What’s the occasion?”

“Well…” she fixed her hair in front of him, inciting a quick gulp from Myungsoo, but not enough for her to hear it. “I’m going on a blind date with three of my friends and their companions tonight, and I want you to be there too with us.”

He placed his palm on his chest, dramatically leaning away from her. “Are you really inviting me to this just now? Without further notice?”

“Yeah, don’t you wanna be my plus one?” she held his hands. “They will like you, oppa. I’m sure you’ll get along with their plus ones too. Some of them are around your age.”

The longer she stared closer to him, her eyes slowly sparkled. He couldn’t even say ‘no’ for some dumb reason. “This is a bit too sudden, Tone.”

“Please…” her tone started to shift into a more cutesy one, as if she’s doing an aegyo. Or maybe that’s just how he often saw her face. He saw her new hair style. While a low bun isn’t anything new for Kotone, seeing it up close astounded Myungsoo. “It was pretty urgent. And I didn’t have anyone else to ask to come with me.”

He scoffed in disbelief. “Really? There’s no one else? A social butterfly like you?”

“Yah, I’m just a social caterpillar,” she quipped back. “If someone between us is the butterfly, it’s you, Mister Vice President of the SSU Visual Arts Organization!”

“That’s a fair point, but that’s hardly relevant, when you’re the one who asked me out on this…” he shot back. “Why didn’t you think of anyone else from the gang? Or even from your own block?”

She knew he was right, but she didn’t wanna give it up just yet, so she kept firing more reasons and excuses. “I thought of asking Yeonghwan-oppa or Honggi, but they seem like they do that by themselves anyway. I considered Junghoon, but he’s still busy on his shift tonight. And besides, this is the only time I’ve asked a favor, like c’mon...”

“I guess that’s true.” He sighed in resignation. In the silence of Kotone’s anticipation, he slowly slid his fingers through his hair before finally facing her. “Fine… But, I’m only going ‘cause you asked. But only this ti—”

Kotone squealed. “Gomawo, oppa! That’s a deal, alright? The meetup won’t be that far from here.”

= = =

Vacation, pre-junior year. Since their dorms were the closest to the university among best friends, they decided to meet on campus after lunch. It was a Saturday morning when Kotone had returned to Korea after a one-month vacation to her hometown.

“I know I’m a few days late,” she pulled out a pair of small silky bags from her pocket. “But, saengil chukhahaeyo.”

With eyes of curiosity and anticipation, Myungsoo inspected the bags. It took him a second to guess the gift, but he was familiar with it. They're omamori. Two of them. Red and pink. Considering he wasn’t too knowledgeable of Japanese, Kotone briefly explained the writings to them. “That’s a kenku, and that one’s an en-musubi.”

“What do they mean?”

“Kenku’s for good health and long life. Cliche, I know,” Kotone giggled, before she took a swift deep breath, though he barely noticed. “But the en-musubi is for finding luck in love.”

He slid his fingers on each, feeling the smooth texture of the charm, mesmerized by their design. “Woah… This looks legit. I mean, you know, it’s pretty. It’s authentic.”

She chuckled at his observation. “Of course, it is. I bought that in Meiji Jingu. I actually bought each two for you and the boys, but I decided to give yours first.”

“I-uhhh… I don’t know what to say… Gomawo, Tone.”

“You’re welcome, oppa… That’s for the Orbit merch you gave me.”

“Those were your birthday gifts… You deserved that.”

“You better not lose these within a year,” she added with more emphasis, staring at the two charms.

“I'll do my best. Especially for the love charm,” he teased, which only provoked the woman as her eyes squinted at him in an instant. “My love life is now in your hands or something.”

“I’m kidding,” he chuckled, as he looked down on both charms on his hand, caressing it with affection. “I won’t lose it, of course. They’re good charms… But if something does happen to these, which I won’t allow anything to happen to, you’re still gonna be my good charm, you know?”

Kotone felt a gulp on her throat. She chuckled nervously. “Flatterer.”

“That’s just the truth,” he justified himself. “You and the guys have always been my charms since we got together.” He faced her with a serious gaze and closed smile, putting his right hand on her left shoulder. “I couldn’t be more grateful for that.”

Dugeun… “Myungsoo-oppa.” Dugeun…

“And look who’s back!” A familiar male voice yelled from behind, startling only the woman. It’s Yeonghwan, with Honggi and Junghoon, right beside him, as they all rushed to the pair behind the bench with excitement.

“Kamjagiya!” Kotone did not expect their presence, which only elevated her heartbeat. “Guys! What the hell? I thought y’all won’t be making it today!” She turned to the quiet one among them. “Junghoon-ah, you even said that you’re working at the CVS today.”

“Well, actually… The boss told me I can take one day off during the weekend until summer break ends,” he explained. “Plus, why would we ever miss your arrival?”

“So the three of you just planned this surprise without telling me?”

“It’s actually our plan,” Myungsoo revealed. “All of us wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh… Well, that’s a bummer… I would’ve brought the rest of your gifts.”

“That’s okay… The gifts can come later.” Honggi started to make circle motions with his hand on his tummy. “You’ll make it up for us some other way.”

She and Myungsoo laughed at his subtle suggestion, knowing well what he meant. What they all meant. She breathed through her nose. “Where do you guys wanna have lunch?”

Cheers erupted from the three, making her laugh more and widening her smile at the reaction and sight of all her closest friends, who gathered with her.

= = =

Junior year, first semester. The campus had been set up with dozens of different and unique booths, as plenty of clubs and organizations had prepared them in the past week. So far, the week-long university festival has been going well on its third day. From arcades and treasure hunts to readings and talent shows, hundreds of students and visitors stroll and explore the university from seven to six… And it was no different for these two. Myungsoo was holding a small bouquet of flowers in his hand as Kotone was holding a stuffed toy bunny while they walked across the crowd.

“You finally tried that spirit animal booth yet?” Myungsoo wondered.

“Oh, yeah!” she clapped on the bunny toy with her left hand as if she were a seal with flippers. “That was the funnest one I’ve had so far... They really made a lot of effort making that one, so I applaud them.”

“More than your own club’s booth?” He teased her with the question.

“Well,” she had caught his intention, prompting her to raise the confidence in her delivery. “Nothing else beats our treasure hunt, of course, so it’s a close second… Maybe I’ll consider the Lyrical Booth too some other time.”

“Oh…” his mouth slowly opened in anticipation. “Are you finally gonna be showing your rapping skills at the workshop? While at it, why not join the talent contest too—”

“Yah, I’m just considering!” she reacted with remarkable alertness. “Don’t be too excited. It might not even happen, if you keep on prying.”

“Why not?” He opened his arms wide, much to her slight embarrassment. “I can be your hype boy!”

Her eyes moved to the side, staring at him. “You mean hype man?”

“Yeah, yeah. My bad… I got it mixed up from that song from last year.”

“It’s fine…” she brushed off. “What’s what the Noraebang Booth does to you anyways. They got a lot of bangers since yesterday, so I can’t blame ya.”

“But I’m still wondering, what was your result on the animal test from earlier?”

“Oh, yeah… As expected, I’m a lesser red panda! Nothing new there,” she exclaimed. “How about you?”

“Eh…” he huffed. “I really don’t wanna mention it.”

“Oh, come on. That’s not fair,” she nudged him on his left shoulder. “Are you keeping things from us more because you now have—”

“Myungsoo-yah! Tone-chan!” A woman walked towards them. One who has been both familiar to them since the past and a half year. “There you are!”

“Annyeong, Yooyeon-unnie!” Kotone waved at her, witnessing both her friends meet.

“I just had a walk with Tone,” Myungsoo walked closer to her, holding her hands with exhilaration. “You shouldn’t worry about me too much, noona.”

“Yah… I told you not to call me that,” Yooyeon lowered her voice. “Not in front of everyone, anyways.” She turned to Kotone. “And thanks for looking after him… Tone-chan. You must’ve been exhausted keeping up with all his yapping.”

“Hey,” Myungsoo interjected, embarrassed by the woman’s remark.

Kotone chortled. “That’s no problem, unnie. He was being less chatty this time…” She poked his left elbow. “So that made things a little easier for me. And himself.”

“Hmm… That's unusual for my boyfriend.” She leaned closer into him, speaking her breath closely while he exhaled a smile with excitement. “Maybe I shall give him a better, more thorough check up inside our booth?”

As she witnessed their sweet and suggestive moment, Kotone felt a sensation travel down her spine. Her heartbeat increases, seeing their faces only an inch away from each other’s. Her fingers clenched as her smile tightened as their lips touched. “I, uhh, I’ll go look after Junghoon and Honggi at their booths. You two just have fun, alright?”

“Are you sure you don't wanna tag along with us?” Myungsoo tried to talk her out.

“And be a third wheel? Ah, no thanks,” she scoffed with a more playful undertone. His persistence to make her stay somewhat struck a nerve, but she didn’t mind it for long. “You two rarely get the chance to hang out since preparation week. Look, unnie, he even got you a mini you. Those flowers weren’t enough for him.”

“Awww… You got these for me?” Yooyeon cooed at Myungsoo, taking both gifts as they embraced.

He accepted a kiss from her on his cheek. “I just thought since it’s the festival, it’d be a nice way to help one of the arcade booths and bring you something at the same time.”

“You and your excuses, babe. And of course, you’re welcome to tag along with us, Tone-chan...” the older woman quipped to Kotone, letting out a giggle beside Myungsoo. “Who else knows better than us than our own matchmaker?”

Flattery was what she felt. At least, it should have been her only reaction. Yet it's only the surface. A convincing cover to what her heart was telling her… “I’ll be fine on my own. You two can pay me back by setting me up with someone, arasseo?”

“I'll be on the lookout, girl.” Yooyeon forms her fingers in the shape of a gun. ”You can count on me for that. I know a lot of fellas from our class, so just take your pick.”

Tone adored that her close friend was acting like that. She liked that both her close friends were happy. She did. She should.

“Sure, unnie…” she snorted. “Alright, now I really gotta go. Take care, love birds…”

But there was no point in ruining their moment by reminding them of their presence. By reminding herself. There’s nothing to gain from it. Nothing to gain from thinking about this longer than it should. She turned around and faced the crowd while still wearing her smile when she heard her clubmate’s cheerful voice.

“Have fun, Tone-chan! We’ll be at our booth, okay?”

They’re happy. It’s all that mattered.

= = =

Junior year, second semester. Things got more hectic, academic-wise, especially with seniors like Myungsoo finally reaching their final semester. But, even for juniors like Kotone, a lot more doors of opportunities opened for her… And that’s what the latter assured her when they talked by themselves in one of the campus gardens. She was told it was urgent, so the woman waited at one of the benches until he arrived.

“You should run as auditor, Kotone.”

“Me?” Her eyes widened, even standing up from her seat. “For the student council? Michyeosseo?”

“Come, Tone-yah… It’s gonna be productive for you... You’ll get to demonstrate your skills and talents outside class. Outside your little diamond dreamer club. Plus, even Yooyeon thinks you should venture out too.”

“That's easy for both of you to say, oppa.”

“Take it from me. I may already be a senior, but that doesn't stop me from trying out other responsibilities. And I don't see why you wouldn't do the same.”

“Oh, so you’re guilt-tripping me ‘cause it’s your last year, huh?”

“No, no, no! You don’t have to run. But you know, just think about it. Just my advice.”

He could only wait for her in silence. While the leaves above rustled along the winds and the branches blissfully swayed. Clinging her right index and thumb on her chin, Kotone's mind gradually shifted into a more rational route.

“Hmm… Now that you’ve brought it up,” she pondered. “Maybe it will give me more experience. Perhaps, it’ll be a great addition to my resume…”

“Now we’re talking.”

“But that doesn't mean I'll actually run for real, arasseo?” she pointed her index finger at him. I'm just considering all my options carefully.”

= = = =

Senior year, first semester. Kotone gained more exposure and some connections after becoming elected as the auditor of the Education Department’s Student Council, even after Myungsoo finally graduated with flying colors. But, there’s one thing she or any student can’t escape from. And such a laborious reality was something that she often dealt with, by spending time at the library before or after class.

After taking off her glasses, she sighed on the surface of the table right next to the stack of books she had compiled. “Would be nice to have Junghoon, Honggi, and Yeonghwan with us… Why did all of them have to enlist at a time like this? Couldn’t they just have waited their turn?”

“Yeonghwan said he just wanted to get it out of the way,” Myungsoo pointed out. Yes, he was still there. “I'm thinking the other two just thought he had a point.”

"That's such a silly answer. But yeah, it is pretty reasonable, I guess.”

“Or maybe they're just avoiding making their own theses,” he added.

“That's what I was thinking!” she almost bursted into laughter, but not before muffling her mouth with both her hands.

Myungsoo giggled as softly as he could. “Don’t worry... You still have me, right? What better way to work on your thesis than to ask for advice from your sunbae. When the boys get discharged, they’ll regret not being here with us… At least two of ‘em will.”

“Eeeeehh... You're only here 'cause you just extended your teaching assistant job in the first place!” She gave him a light punch on his left shoulder.

“Yah… Just because it's true, it doesn’t mean it's easy for me either.”

“Oh, poor you,” she sneered with a sarcastic undertone. ”Gotta wait for your girlfriend while the rest of us hoobaes have it so easy with our thesis, don’t we? Not to mention, I still have a meeting with the council later this afternoon!”

“Just so you know, I don't regret being here as much as you want me to. And Yooyeon still has another hour before her class ends, so I have no other choice but to stay here for a while as you babble in front of your laptop… And I gotta make sure that you're not just slacking around or snoring on your table.”

His argument only made her snicker. There was no point in arguing with a friend. This friend. “Well, I give up, so I’ll just say it. Thanks for the support, even if it’s just you being here with me.”

They lock eyes for a moment. No quips, no banters. Just the traces of their smile, just before a thought crawled up their blank minds... This may be the last year they’ll see each other like this. At least, with just the two of them. Perhaps, that’s for the best.

“Anytime, Tone-chan… What are friends for?”

Especially because of that.

= = = = = = = = =

“One matcha latte for Changmin! Your order is now ready for pickup,” an automated voice calls out from the counter. A man, in his early twenties, stands up from his seat right after the call, parting from his friends for a moment to fetch his order.

It's 12:00 P.M., and the cafe is already flooding with customers, most of whom are students and professors on their break. The calendars on the kiosks state February 7, 2031. On their table, twenty-six-year-old Kotone has been facing a twenty-eight-year-old Myungsoo from her seat in the last half an hour, surrounded by their now almost empty disposable cups, their laptops, and distinct bags on the chair beside them. His eye bags are more noticeable than usual. He’s still tall, although his latest figure appears a little more “mesomorphic,” as she tries to describe it herself mentally, though it doesn’t bother her. It’s not uncommon to gain weight in their late twenties, what’s the big deal?

Thankfully, there was no sense of awkwardness in their atmosphere. Why would there be? They were close friends. They were there for each other at their highest and lowest points for more than four years. If his mere new look bothered her, then their friendship was all pointless and for nothing. Besides, there’s other reasons to be awkward about.

It ain't the first time she's seen him after graduation, thanks to social media and some social gatherings that she tried to avoid in the last few years. But, seeing him now, it's something else. Something that she can't describe, considering the fact she’s been paying attention to his face as much as she is to his words, probably a little more.

“This is a really, really big project… You really sure you wanna do this, Kotone?”

“You don’t have to do it with me. I can just write and send a request letter to the Dean instead, if they need any more proof or confirmation that we’re sincere about this.”

“No, Tone-yah,” he insists. “Since I already agreed to meet with you, I can handle that.”

“How about you, Myungsoo-oppa,” she asks him, her tone’s a mix between a playful intimidation, covering her slight hint of concern. “Do you think this is a lost cause?”

“Of course, it’s not a lost cause,” he reassures. “I wanna help you. Not just because I’ve been teaching here for four years now, but I believe why you wanna do this… Honestly, it’s not that selfish to think about making some reunion possible.”

Her eyes light up with optimism, contrasting her somewhat smug front. “Really?”

“Almost every alumni homecoming we’ve had were for middle-aged folks. Which is fine, no offense to them, but people our age often forget that we were students once too, back in the day. This is a chance for us to remind them that it’s okay to think about and yearn for those times. You don’t need to be in your forties to attend a college reunion… right?”

Her heartbeat slowly becomes louder. “Well…” She clears her throat. “That’s well said. I couldn’t have put it better myself. Besides, Yoon-daepyonim already had this approved, so it would really irritate her if this doesn’t go through.”

“I know you guys do galas for socialites and folks at corpo every year,” he scratches his chin slowly. “But I didn’t know ModHaus would also be into organizing alumni parties. Like, I don’t know if that’s like an upgrade or a desperate rebranding from them.”

“We’ll plan, organize, and host just about anything, if we think it’s worth planning,” she crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow. “We’re not called the company of all possibilities for nothing. And, we don’t just do it for corporations... Ever since she took over, we’re not like that anymore. For the better.”

“Well, I can’t deny that. But whatever the case is… Tell your boss not to worry too much…” He offers his left hand. “Let’s do well on this project, Miss Kamimoto.”

Such an act of formality from an old friend makes her giggle, a response that she tries to cover up by clearing her throat immediately after. Leveling her eyes with her friend, she holds his hand with her right. “Couldn’t agree more, Professor Kim. Let’s do our best.”

And as their hands shake through this meetup, the Reunion Party of Batch 2025-2026 has been set in motion throughout this month. Through weekly meetings, Myungsoo helps Kotone become acquainted with some of the current alumni committee of the SSU. Most were new faces, about a few years younger. Some were familiar, most of which were either older or the same age as hers.

“Kotone-ssi! It really is you. You barely aged a day.”

“Ne! Annyeonghaseyo, sunbae. And please, it seems that time has been kinder to you.”

“Sunbaenim!” another one approaches her. “It’s wild, and an honor, seeing you here, considering how blessed you are, working at one of the richest companies in Korea.”

“Nah, I beg to differ!” she humbles herself. “I wouldn’t even have gotten to ModHaus if I never spent my time here in Seoul State… The honor’s on me, knowing how passionate and dedicated you all are in helping to plan this event.”

“And just to assure you,” she added. “You will all be compensated for your service.”

Her reminder sparks wholehearted laughter and cheers from the committee. “We’re not doing this for money, Kotone-ssi… But just so you should know, we can’t deny that kind of promise.”

“Well, it’s finally settled then.” She claps her hand. “Hwaiting, yeorobun!”

The planning and execution would take a couple of months, perhaps a little longer than their timeframe, as both the representatives from Tone’s company and the SSU alumni committee would have to juggle between fulfilling their regular duties at their personal works and making this brand new event beyond merely possible.

“ModHaus will provide their services as much as they can, so don’t worry about asking our affiliates for help, everyone. This also counts as our project, after all.”

But what makes this period more than memorable for Kotone was not only the people she’s been reunited with. They are still at the preparation stages, after all. They would have team lunches here and there. Revisiting the university itself was the most special aspect for her, because of the memories it brought both of them back with each step in every stroll they took on campus before or after their meetings.

At noon, they bask in the sunlight, which, thankfully, is no longer as excruciating and dangerous to walk freely as it was years ago without the habitual routine of putting on some sunscreen during spring and summer. The pair would walk past the grass fields and the nearby blossoming gardens. Past the buildings old and new. There’s parts of themselves that never left. It was understandable for Myungsoo, but for Kotone, it’s quite eye-awakening to see her realization unfold with her eyes. From the students, professors, to the guests like her going on with their business. A group of friends chilling under the shade of the trees, inclining on the bench, with some lying even on the grass with no to little care about the dirt that just accumulated on their shirts and jackets.

She simply can’t take her eyes off her surroundings. With every live scenery to watch in a state of bliss, her gaze would find another to watch and appreciate. “I know a lot has changed since graduation, and yet, this place feels like yesterday.”

“Really?” Myungsoo teases her, following her gaze. “I honestly can’t tell the difference.”

“Yah, don’t ruin the moment…” she whines. “That’s ‘cause you’ve stayed here while most of us went our separate ways. Of course, you wouldn’t get it.”

He does. But he doesn’t say anything. Looking in her direction, he reminiscences much like her. “Hey, do you remember that time when we first hung out at these fields?”

Kotone now realizes that she underestimated him.

She thinks to herself, Maybe this is all just nostalgia. With all this ambition, maybe this is just me listening to my younger self, instead of focusing more and more at work and slaving myself to the executives, like I have always been.

“You know… If this doesn't end well, then consider it a cautionary tale for myself,” she admits her own misgiving, subconsciously opening and closing her hands in a sporadic pattern.

“It’ll go well, Tone,” Myungsoo senses the seeds of doubt already growing within her. “But, if it makes you feel any better, I'll join you on that lesson.”

She giggled, before sighing into the breeze. “Thanks, but I don’t know… I honestly just want to make this a reality for our batchmates. That’ll make me feel better. Besides, I made a bet with a few of my closest friends. Suhyeon, Kyubok, even Junghoon.”

He wants to comfort her—but hearing a familiar name is not something he’s heard in a while, but her last-second confession makes him laugh. “Junghoon’s doing well, I see… We rarely get to hear from the rest of the gang nowadays, and I only heard that he was the head chef at your company… But it’s actually nice to hear that from our youngest.”

She knows what he means, but she doesn’t want to ruin the vibe of their conversation. “Oh, he’s doing so much better, oppa… I actually want you to hear from him when the time comes. But that for now, all I can say is…”

Kotone begins to spill tea which astonishes Myungsoo. It’s only the start of this night. Bringing together scenes and sequences of memories from their collegiate past would continue to motivate them in making this event a reality, not just for themselves, but also for everyone else who will take part in this reunion.

= = =

March 2031. They start to spend more time meeting outside the university. On this day, the pair meet in a cafe outside the ModHaus building, which surprisingly enough, was Myungsoo’s suggestion. For once, he wants her to travel less, arguing that her anticipation for the reunion will wane if they keep meeting on campus grounds.

Straight from his backpack, he hands the woman a small box wrapped in a pink ribbon, which she opens. She’s in awe.

Kotone looks back at him. “What… What is this, Myungsoo-oppa?”

“Just a gift. It’s your birthday today, isn’t it? Saengil chukahaeyo.”

After a quick unboxing of the box, she gives the bottle a test spray inches away from her.

This isn’t just any perfume. This scent has brought her years of memories more vividly. Back to that afternoon. To a lot of afternoons. The garden. The flowers. It doesn't help since the man in front of her was mostly with her during those times. It’s not the exact same brand, but it’s enough for the woman to let out a sigh of longing, yearning for those moments even more.

“Wah…” she whiffs more of the scent. “I can’t believe it's been a long time since I've sprayed something like this.”

”Do you like it?” He remains reserved, even though he’s already seeing her reaction.

”How can I not? You're really making me excited about the reunion, you know that?”

“Well, I didn’t mean to…” he confessed. “But, if you think of it like that, then I’m glad that helped you be more pumped up for this event.”

Her eyes widen once again, only realizing now what he said earlier. “So, after all these times, you still remember my birthday, huh?”

“Yeah!” he cheers, nudging her shoulder. “Come on, Tone. What are friends for?”

Oh… A dart strikes her heart. Why is she feeling this? Why is she grateful, yet also hurt? Why does she feel that pang inside her? It’s nothing, a voice tells her. This isn’t the first time he’s given you a gift! “Oppa, this is too much. I don’t know what. How to repay—”

“You don’t need to repay anything. And just because you’re working hard, doesn’t mean you can’t have a little celebration. Most of our plans have been finalized! We’ve gotten this far thanks to you, so consider it as a reward.”

Maybe that’s enough. “Thank you for this, Myungsoo.”

She brushes this thought off with that self-reassurance. This thing isn’t about whatever she just considered in her mind. This is about the reunion. You’re being overdramatic around him. Just focus on your job now. “And speaking of finalized, I just have to ask again if you have proofread the whole invitation, haven’t you?”

“Yep, for the hundredth time. I’ve gone through the email. They did a great job with making it snappy and concise. They didn’t even use GPT to write those up.”

“Well, I trust your word… Let’s finally send it, shall we?”

“Of course, it’s your call, committee leader.”

“Stop,” she chuckles and with one deep breath, she takes one last scan of her invitation before hitting ‘send’ on the email with her index finger. Kotone braces herself for what’s about to come, looking back at Myungsoo as a reassuring closed smile forms on his face. “Let’s do our best, Tone-chan,” he raises his left hand, his fist closed.

His innocent face reminds her of a quote from a show that she watched decades ago. That damned smile. She reciprocates his gesture with her right hand with a chuckle, hoping to forget what she just felt earlier. Still, even that single bump of touching his skin sends a tingle through her veins.

= = =

April 2031.

Things got busier. Questions from invited guests build up. Scheduling conflicts between their sponsors and services begin to surface. With only a few weeks away, the committee has been doing their best, dividing their tasks in dealing with the problems step by step. On weekends, their responses to certain emails would take overnight.

“Let’s take a break first… We’ve done a lot tonight.”

Right as she closes her laptop, Kotone’s voice begins to crack. “O—okay…”

Myungsoo immediately sensed something’s off with her silence. He inched closer, slowly reaching his hand into her shoulder. “Tone-yah… Are you… alright?”

She struggles completing her words, completely giving into the chaos clashing in her heart and mind. “It's just… I miss them… It’s hard… to imagine… I just don’t want to disappoint them.”

Myungsoo has no words. Rather, he’s hesitant and fearful that he would only break her heart more than it already is. He doesn’t want to give false promises or high hopes, but he doesn’t want to let her down either. He listens to his heart, pushing himself to hold her shoulders, slowly wrapping his arms around them.

“I miss them too, Tone…” he mumbles, patting her on the back and caressing her hair as she lets out her tears in his embrace through a muffled whimper. “We’ll make this work, arasseo? I’m sure of it.”

= = =

On this Friday of May 2031, the reunion finally begins inside the Na Heedo Gymnasium.

And as they expected, not everyone could be there tonight. But the fact that more than a hundred invited guests arrived there has surpassed most of their expectations. Faces old and new dress up for the occasion, crossing paths with their old buddies from years ago.

The guests stand and stare at the spectacle that is the party. Hundreds of familiar faces, now several years older, laughing and grooving on the dance floor under the moonlight vibing at the playlist of Western and local pop music alike prepared by the DJ. It is still  several minutes before the program proper starts, allowing guests to keep bonding and being acquainted with each other inside or near the venue. Plentiful students, whether graduating or already graduates for a year or two, are present too, taking advantage of possible recruitment from their alumni, though they’d have to make some effort to get their attention, considering that fact that lot of alumni just wanted to party tonight by getting off some steam and escaping from their present.

“Tone-yah has really made it possible, huh,” Kim Chaeyeon shakes her head in amazement.

“I mean, it was like, almost four months in the making, right?” Kim Nakyoung wonders. “But damn. She really did it.” She claps her hand.

“Three months. But come on now,” Kotone herself joins them in a less formal dress. “It wouldn't be possible without y'all. There’d be no reunion without you guys and gals!”

“Omo, omo… Tone kudasai!” Lee Jiwoo hollers on. “The mastermind is finally here!”

“I just can't believe you and your committee managed to pull this off!” Dahyun cheers on, joining the huddle between women. “It paid off.”

She’s touched by their piles of praise. “Thanks for the compliments, y’all. I, uhh, I’m just really happy that you guys can make it here tonight.”

About four hours would go by, dozens of personal reunions take place not just inside the gymnasium, but also in the corridors, the outdoors, and even in the restroom. Let your imagination wild. Members of the committee would often check on each other, but for the most part, they’d only tell each other to enjoy the moment once their program had all wrapped up.

With nothing else to deal with, Kotone finds Myungsoo from a distance. Maybe it’s simply the magical atmosphere that the event has conjured throughout the campus tonight, but to her, it's like when she first met him during orientation week. Her heart tells her to do it. To walk up to him. Nothing can stop her now. Why keep hesitating.

Right as her eyes catch Yooyeon approaching him with two empty glasses in her hands.

She can feel her own heart pulling away, dragging down like an anchor with every beat. This isn't college, nor is it not high school either. Well, you definitely did not think this through, her ego tells her over the deafening gymnasium.

“So…” she hears someone else’s familiar voice from behind. “It still really is him. After all those years.”

She turns around. “I don't know what you're talking about, Junghoon-ah.”

“You don't have to tell me anything, Tone…” he snickers. “But, maybe it's better if you talk things out with him.”

“Nothing is going on, dude,” she keeps dismissing his claim with a smile. “And how about you and—”

“We're doing well, thank you,” he stops her, knowing well who she meant. “Worry about your own… I just don't want you to get hurt because you're keeping it to yourself… Go to him. Don’t think about it too much.”

And as he leaves her with an assuring smile, Kotone does. She takes a deep breath, maintaining her cool and shaking her worries and doubts to the side the closer she reaches the gap between Myungsoo and Yooyeon, even as they exchange laughter.

“Look who finally showed up… Koto-chan!”

= = =

It’s now an hour past midnight, inside the gymnasium, and only a few alumni and other guests have been hanging out, as they exit the hall and, on their way out, thank the ones who are still present there, the committee themselves, the two of whom are Kotone and Myungsoo. They’re now fixing everyone else’s mess, yet they do it with smiles radiating with contentment with the memories they made.

“I know the staff will be dealing with most of these in the morning, but I’d rather fix the mess we’ve made here.” Kotone places another chair on the fifth stack. “At least most of them. Wow, this is no joke.”

“Let me help you with that,” offers Myungsoo. “You’ve done a lot for tonight, you know.”

The woman has had the urge to ask him about what she saw earlier. It can just be a friendly curiosity, right? Nothing scandalous about it.

“Thanks for helping me out, not just with this, But you know… With everything.”

“Hey, don't mention it, Tone-yah,” he taps her on the back. “I loved planning this whole event as much as you did, but you're basically the MVP who made this fantasy real from the start.”

“Nah,” she objects. “It would have remained a fantasy if it wasn't for you, Kim Ssaem. You’re the one who’s still here.”

“I guess, but who knew the class officers of 2025 would still be here like we used to?”

“Not everyone from our officers got to be here, if you remember things clearly, but I guess… It’s best that we focused on who came tonight. Cherished the moments with those in front of us,” she pondered.”

“That… That couldn’t be more true.”

“The nostalgia must have gotten into you tonight as well, Mister Treasurer.”

“I didn't even know how to count money that well.” He laughs and shakes his head at her callback. “I can't remember why I even accepted the class’ nomination in the first place.”

“I wasn’t there, but I thought you did your job just fine.”

“That's because you were there with me, Miss Auditor!”

“Not when you were around,” she shoots back. “I wasn’t even there until your last year.”

“You helped me regardless. Plus, you did well on your own after I graduated. Balancing the council funds and your thesis… Now, everything paid off for you, Tone-chan.”

“Hey, at least you’re loving your job. Loyalty can get you somewhere, after all.”

“You don’t?” he queried. “You get paid like six digits for about half a year, if not more! You’re just as loyal to ModHaus as I am to our alma mater.”

“Well… That’s one thing I love about my job. I just wish I’d get to do other stuff, like I did planning this event, you know? Not that I wanna be an intern again or something, but it’d be nice to branch out to another department… It’s been a long time.”

“Have you ever considered applying for other positions in your company?” he suggested. “I doubt they wouldn't want to take your expertise for granted, because in the past three months, you’ve shown them what you’re capable of… You’re a woman of many talents, Tone.”

Dugeun. “You flatter so much, Myungsoo-oppa…”

“Yeah, but that wasn't a lie, was it?”

“Whatever. I am considering reaching out to the Event Management Team. Happy?” she spills to him. “They’re the ones who planned and executed the last ModHaus Gala, and, believe it or not, that inspired me to do this whole shebang.”

With that, some things start to make sense to Myungsoo. “They'll be lucky to have you.”

Unbeknownst to Kotone, her cheeks start to blush. “You and your words again, oppa!”

“I swear those are just my observations.”

= = =

June 2031.

Even after the reunion, the two still hang out. Kotone and Myungsoo still keep in touch, as the latter first suggested, even if they meet less this time. Around two to three times a week, they’d hang out after work with their mutual friends. Other times, it’s just the two of them, which is nothing new, much like tonight.

“Look who just got promoted?” is how she breaks the ice to him during this meetup.

“Seolma… That’s great!” By instinct, excitement fuels him to take her hands while the pitch of his voice goes up. “Chukahaeyo!”

His hand holding on to hers is evoking something strange, but not unfamiliar. Their eyes lock in silence with no exchange of banters, as they both get a feeling of déjà vu. However, such a moment doesn’t fill her mind with expectation, a juxtaposition with how heart is behaving in his presence. Kotone notices everyone else at the cafe giving them different looks, something that doesn’t seem to faze the man in front of him. The man whose eyes are only focused on her. Embarrassment is not what her mind has been warning her. Rather, it’s the same old hindrance that’s holding her back. All those years.

“You can let go now, Myungsoo-oppa,” she tells him, yet she keeps holding on to them.

He senses the discomfort in her voice. Perhaps, that’s not the right word, yet it’s abrupt for him and strange, even for himself. “Oh, right… Mianhae.” He parts from the woman, taking a few steps away from her.

“No, it's okay,” she fixes her hair, placing scattered strands to the side. “You just took me by surprise, that’s all. You were a bit too excited. And it’s my promotion, too,” she tries to lighten up the mood once again.

“Well, it's a big achievement for you,” he defends. “How can I not be happy for you?”

“Gomawo, oppa.”

= = =

Three weeks have passed. Tonight feels different, but maybe that’s just what Myungsoo feels, based on his observation. They feel a bit more distant. Strangely enough, the fact that they're inside a pojangmacha makes him more attentive towards her. It must be the limited space. Or that her cheeks are slowly blushing right after taking down her fourteenth shot of the night.

She’s quieter than usual, he notices her staring into a blank space. “You alright? Or are you gonna rant about it? Hey, you better not be regretting your promotion or something, because you very much deserved that position.”

“Oppa…” she turns to him, ignoring his active concerns and speculation, as one question has been lingering on her mind. “What are we?”

He turns to her without a word, keeping his mouth from opening agape. His reaction is delayed, like a system lagging due to the overloading of data. If he had taken a sip of his shot before that, he would’ve spilled his drink. “Huh? What do you mean, Tone? Your question’s a bit too vague…”

Just like their relationship. Kotone takes a deeper breath than before. Instead of facing him head on, her eyes gaze at a distance, wistful at her thoughts and reminiscing of her past. “Yeah... I know that’s such a cliche thing to say… But, I’ve been thinking of it for a while... That damn question… But then again, you’re not a philosophy professor.”

“If that’s what you mean, uhh, then…” he stammers, hoping that playing along will help him understand what she's talking about. “We’re friends. We’ve always been, aren’t we?”

She feels a clenching and numbing sensation in her chest. It’s temporary, but she knows why she’s feeling like this. To hear that phrase over and over again. It’s exhausting.

“Yeah,” she affirms. “Don’t mind me. I know it’s already been months since the reunion, but I’m just taking us down memory lane. What happened after graduation. It just got me thinking, how, the last time we met, you were also with Yooyeon-unnie. My close friend and fellow Diamond Dreamer.”

“Tone-yah.” He feels discomfort, even from her, since all she’s doing is bringing up his own dating life. Yet, he finds it strange that he himself doesn’t want her to tell all these details. But his mind reminds him of their encounter at the reunion. When she walked up to him and Yooyen. “Where are you going with this?”

“No, no, I’m not jealous or anything,” she slowly rubs the side of her neck. “I was happy for you guys... But now that we’re on this route, I’m just wondering how she’s doing.”

Jealous? Myungsoo’s mind repeats it. He’s not entirely convinced by her words, but he doesn’t want to worsen this moment. He just wants Kotone around. Talk things out in this new perspective, even if it makes him, or even her, uncomfortable. “I mean, with what I know, she’s been doing well now. Always a beloved professor to her classes.”

“Are you not beloved by your students?”

“Well, I had my ups and downs… And—” He realizes Tone’s move. She's trying to change the subject and beating around the bush. “Wait… You’ve caught up with Yooyeon at the reunion, haven't you? Along with your fellow clubmates. She mentioned that. And you walked to us.”

“Ah…” She's running out of ramblings. Out of excuses. “We have, and she looks just as stunning as I last saw her. And most of the members were there, too. Jiwoo. Chaeyeon. Nakyoung-unnie. Everyone had a glow-up. They evolved. They were still so beautiful.”

And so are you. He can’t speak it out, feeling a part of himself keep such words from leaving his mouth. It’s usually not like this, and it’s bugging him.

“I love Yooyeon-unnie. She was always like a sister to me... But after finding out how successful she’s been, how all of them have been, even I knew that I couldn’t have compared to her in a lot of ways—”

“Don’t say that.” He didn’t know what just came to him, but he could only feel his heart constricting, hearing the woman compare herself to his old flame. Her own best friend. Deep down, he knows it’s not all of the sudden. “You’re saying nonsense now. Yooyeon and you are different. Don’t compare yourself to her, or anyone.”

She looks at him, her eyes a veil to various emotions. Disdain. Inferiority. Regret. Determination. Bitterness. Reassurance. False hope. “So how did you see me then, Myungsoo?”

He gulps down his own nervousness, hoping that her words in the past few minutes are simply the result of her less sober state. But he finally gets her to speak out. “Tone-yah. You must already be—”

“Drunk?” she scoffs, knowing him well. Quite too well. “I don’t know. I guess, we’ve had too many of those then. We’ve had this kind of talk too many times for me not to forget. You should know by now that this second bottle doesn’t faze me one bit…”

“Are you sure about that? Because it seems like—”

“I like you, oppa.”

He’s finally at a loss of words, but she still looks at him dead in the eye.

“All those years, I've been idiotic. I'm idiotic right now, too… Just risking our friendship for something I'm not even sure will go anywhere.”

Defeated and dumbfounded by his failure to realize it beforehand, he can only look down while she takes her fifteenth shot.

“I thought that making the reunion would make things like they used to,” she adds. “I mean for a night, it did… And I was so happy about that. I was overjoyed that I didn’t disappoint anyone who made it. Or myself. I mean I did get a promotion after that.”

She pours the last ounce of her bottle, before taking her sixteenth shot without pause. “And then I saw you and Yooyeon together. I know I was happy for you two back then. But, b-but I don't know how else to say it… Seeing you that night. It… It still hurts.”

He feels his heart sink deeper. “Kotone,” Myungsoo wants to say anything else, but he keeps his gaze at her. Amidst her words, he himself is paralyzed in this dilemma. He wants to open his mouth, but she continues her somber, tipsy confession.

She wants to cry. It’s what they usually do in dramas, but weirdly enough, there are no tears left for her tonight. The pang is there, burning through her raging heart with every word she mutters. But she won’t stop until she’s left it all out of her system. “And I know that you’re no longer together, but my stupid brain kept thinking that there could still be a slight chance… So I went up and ruined your moment.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he mumbles back.

“On second thought…” she wheezes, unable to defend her own face of smugness to him, even though he defended her. “Maybe I’ll regret this tomorrow. I’m sorry I wasted your time tonight.”

Slowly, he reaches his hand going to her shoulders, but her eyes catch it from the side. “Don't do anything you'll regret, oppa. Just because you feel bad for me.”

“Then I’ll regret it with you.” Myungsoo raises his bottle. Kotone wants to feel touched, but in her mind, she’s sensed this pattern that’s been irking her in the past few months since they’ve caught up. A pattern that lasted years. His willingness and enthusiasm to hang out with her whenever she invites him, without any question. His long ‘ride or die’ mentality whenever she’s on her low point or even when it’s the silliest of hypotheticals, like now. I know what you’re feeling, but don’t get your hopes up… That’s just how he’s been to you. You’re a close friend. His best girl friend. “Or not at all.”

= = =

“Hnggghhh… Huh..?” Despite feeling the irritating, inconvenient weight of her eye bags, as well as the unpleasant sensation of her parched throat, she opens them to find herself staring at a white ceiling.

Kotone wakes up on the snuggly surface of a bed that she has never lied on in her life, wrapped under a blanket. Inside, she slowly takes a peek of her own body—inducing a sigh of relief with what she has found. Her eyes wander around the room. She hears the door creak while it slowly opens. Her eyes light up in panic but she immediately catches a glimpse of Myungsoo’s face and his waving left hand from the other side as he walks in the bedroom with a mug of coffee. Of course, it’s him. There’s no escaping from this one. She places a nearby pillow on her face, muffling herself as she groans into the cushion.

“Good morn—” he quickly backtracks his choice of words, sensing the not too welcoming atmosphere inside his own room. Not to mention her perplexed face, from her eye bags to her slouched posture, and how she just acted after seeing him. “Or is it not a ‘good morning’ for you? We’re in my place, by the way, if you’re confused.”

“I’ve had worse… But this is a pretty nice bed. Great pillow too,” Kotone puts her right palm on her face, inevitably letting out a groan while her memories just had to remind her of last night. “God, that was really embarrassing of me…”

Myungsoo approaches the bed, sitting beside her. “This will help,” he hands over the mug, which she politely accepts with a slight bow.

“Thanks…” She blows it gently, before her lips touch the latte, welcoming the balance of bitter, sweet, and slightly salty taste entering her palate. “This is, uh, this is really good.”

He can’t help but chuckle, hoping that his lighthearted approach will lighten her up. “It’s from my go-to cafe… It’s just a three-minute walk from here. They’re pretty cheap, too.”

The woman takes another sip of the coffee, wanting to disrupt the silence between them while he waits for her.

“And, as embarrassing as it is,” he continues. “I think it’s not that uncommon to have moments like those. I would’ve brought up more memories myself too… But I think… We still have to talk about something about last night. If that’s fine with you…”

It’s time, she realizes. She places the cup on the nightstand.

“I, uhh, get what you mean, oppa. And, umm… I still mean it,” she tells him up front. “Whatever how you feel, that’ll be your feelings. I just…” She sighs. This shouldn’t be that dramatic, girl, she tells herself. “Confessed my own… And, I can’t take it back.”

He exhaled through his pursed lips. “Why take it back?” he shoots back.

“What?” Befuddled by his blunt response, she doesn’t know how to answer him.

But for Myungsoo, his heart isn’t lying. Neither is hers. “I’ve seen you as a friend for a long time, Kotone. But that doesn’t mean I never saw you as anything more than that.”

“What do you mean, Myungsoo?”

“I wasn’t sure because of how you and I acted whenever we're together… Maybe I was giving you too many mixed messages, ‘cause I kept holding myself back. Perhaps I was just scared that we'd lose everything we had if I said—or did anything funny... And with what happened last night, you were… A lot braver than I am.”

She let out a chuckle. He is not that different. Even he had his own hesitations.

“And with Yooyeon… Even she was bothered at times.” His hand clenches into a fist. “About us being close friends... But I know now, that's not on her. It’s on me. You were never a problem. I was being stubborn against myself, and I ended up breaking people’s hearts. I broke your heart, Kotone. I'm sorry because of that.”

In spite of their fifty-centimeter distance, Kotone doesn’t hesitate to hold his hand. “Don't blame yourself for everything, oppa.”

“I know, but sometimes, I still do. But I shouldn't be scared. And you made me realize that, Kotone... I’ve always treasured our friendship for what it was, but I'll always care about you more than that. Whatever we may be… I don't regret this.”

Dugeun, dugeun. Dugeun dugeun.

“I know it’s stupid to say it nowadays, but I’ve always seen you as a woman.”

His explanation makes her chortle, but such a reaction can't mask her true feelings.

“Myungsoo-oppa…” She stares at the man straight in his eyes. Such a patient yet longing and welcoming gaze from him is something she never thought she would ever get to see. She stands from her seat. “Would you… like to go out with me?”

He chuckles at her more or less act of formality. Instead of answering her with words, Myungsoo stands up and takes a few steps forward towards her, walking past the thin curtains of their friendship, and wraps his arms around the woman he’s been longing to embrace for a time only his beating heart can tell. Kotone tightens his embrace, closing her eyes. Both can only have a laugh, listening to each other’s heartbeats as if they’re headphones for only one ear, or a vibration speaker. He inches away, wanting to see her face.

Just as he expected. Her looking down on the floor, trying to cover up her blushing cheeks. “Yah… Why are you staring at me now?”

“Well, it’s…” He wants to tell her. Tell her an observation that he’s never told her before. “You look so cute… So beautiful... Just like that night. I mean, you always were. I’m sorry if I never got to tell you… I’m sorry it took me so long.”

With her lips shut in wonder, Kotone can’t shoot back a witty quip or begin another banter. This time, only her blushing cheeks and heartbeat answer to his straightforward praise. Not a teardrop is willing to leave her eyes once more, as today, her sense of triumph overcomes any other emotion.

“I’m sorry it took me so long, too,” she musters up to him. That weight on her heart begins to lift up, and it’s the best feeling she’s felt since their reunion.

Despite seeing her joy through her wide smile, Myungsoo senses her hesitation to move closer. He cups her cheeks, warming it up with his hands. Slowly, he pulls Kotone into his lips and tilts his head to the right. Their eyes close at the same time. He savors the sweet and bitter taste of the coffee from her lips, as well as the traces of the grapefruit soju in her mouth, as well as the scent of the fruity perfume he’s given to her. She gets a taste of his menthol toothpaste and a whiff of his aqua cologne; her hands hold on to his sloped shoulders. Feeling her body, his hands move over to her waist.

Their lips part for a second, albeit only to tilt their heads in the opposite direction before resuming their moment and intensifying it by pulling him closer, allowing her hands to clasp around him so they can savor each other’s touch more and feel each other longer.

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The next one will definitely be a smut… I really gotta start writing shorter fics, lol. In the meantime, I'll keep reading and reblogging amazing fics from amazing writers, which I'm sure you're familiar with. As always, thanks for the read. 'til next time!

[bomertheshark]

Can you do do Clark Kent (Henry cavill) x top male reader fluff to smut

Ofc! Thanks so much for the ask Anon! I hope this is to you liking 🫶. Sorry it took so long for me to answer!

Looking

Clark Kent x Male Reader

Short

Clark was an innocent enough man, he was your coworker that you didn’t think much of, about as much as everyone else who worked with him. He was kind and respectful to everyone, always putting people before him and he was a damn good reporter. The only thing was that he let people use him for his kindness.

The thing that you never would have expected was his “obsession” with you. It had started when you had actually acknowledged his work for the paper and even credited him while so many others would take the chance to claim all credit for it. For Clark he saw you from then on as a saint, and maybe it was also because he could hear what you were thinking but that was beside the point.

From then on he would start to try and work with you more just to see you, he started having lunch with you even going so far as to invite you over to his place to have dinner. This continued for months, you grew closer to him and would go out of your way to see him as well, of course you never saw any ulterior motives behind it, I mean who would from the shy, timid man known as Clark Kent.

All of this led to one night when he invited you over to his for drinks and dinner that he confessed to you he already knew you were into him now, he has planned it all. You were of course shocked but pleased, you answered by reciprocating his feelings and you thought that was that, have the rest of the time having dinner and talking about where you would go with this new relationship.

Clark had other ideas, you see under all of the shy, awkward and timid shell he was an unpredictably horny man. Of course that was probably due to his Kryptonian genes but that wasn’t the point. The point was that he had set a trap, lured you and waited for the time to strike like a skilled hunter would just to get you in his grasp and make you his.

He talked to you about experimenting that night, as new romantic partners why not have a night to explore each other and get to know each other more intimately. He led you to his bedroom and undressed before you, he was gorgeous and not to mention the fact that he was absolutely ripped.

You weren’t sure how but the night led to the moment where you learned he had a bit of a thing with you staring into his eyes as he jerks off as well as one hell of a stamina. Which led to the intense moment where you were sitting against his headboard making sure that you didn’t have any important meetings in the morning to attend to when all of the sudden Clark had sat himself back into your lap begging for your attention as he jacked off. He was begging for you to look at him, touch him, just anything.

He had grabbed your hand to bring it to his face so that he could kiss it and rub down his chest as he kept working to his release. He was so close but the moment he was almost done you checked one more thing and for him it was like he couldn’t cum anymore. “Please please look at me, look at me while I cum for you please please please…. Please!”

All you could think was “oh boy what have I gotten myself into.” Glad that you didn’t have anything in the morning, and even if you did you probably would’ve skipped it just to satisfy him.

Again so sorry this took me so long to publish!

[prettynice8]

My Bodyguard Part 1

Jeon Jungkook x male reader, haters to lovers?

This wonderful man

Stuff: fluff, angst, this whole thing is just a buildup to Part 2.

Word Count: 1,501

Notes: I was inspired by ai. Fun fact, Jungkook is by bias so that's fun.

Fucking great, Jungkook has to guard another prissy little girl who has never faced any kind of troubles in her entire life. Some rich bitch who doesn't even need a bodyguard and yet here he is, practically wasting his time.

This wasn't his first rodeo, though he was at the young age of 26, he's seen a lot of shit. A lot of annoying, prissy, useless, and rage inducing girls who always try to have their way with him. He's never given in though, not very hard to do when they're all, well, girls.

Jungkook nearly dreaded when your father finally led him to your room. He desperately wanted to leave and quit this job forever, but it would be a waste of all the training he has had to endure over the years, so he stayed his ground, expecting the worst.

As the door opened, Jungkook was greeted by an enormous room full of personality. The walls were covered in various posters, stuffed animals and dolls littered the room. It was a little different than the rooms he'd been in before, but that doesn't mean anything. You're probably just as spoiled as all the other girls he's had to guard.

"She's just another spoiled rich girl." He whispered under his breath.

"Well for starters, she's a he." You stated, Jungkook was incredibly surprised, he did not expect you to actually hear him, most of the others don't give a shit about what he has to say.

"O-oh dear I'm so sorry." He apologized, trying to cover up his mistake. He looked at you, and you were in fact a boy, a pretty cute one at that.

Your father was long gone by now, leaving just you and Jungkook to awkwardly talk.

"So, what's your name?" He asked, trying to be friendly.

"You're supposed to be my bodyguard and you don't even know my name." You said, sass apparent in your voice. "Well, I feel like I'm in safe care."

He completely forgot what your name was, the person whose life is technically supposed to be in his hands, and he was so caught up in dreading seeing you that he didn't take the time to see what your name even was. Fuck did he hate this job.

"It's y/n." You stated coldly, already questioning this man's competence. "And yours?"

"My what?" He questioned back.

"Your name dip shit." You answered, not having it right now.

Jungkook was taken back, people never ask what his name is, though you could've been a little nicer about it.

"It's Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook." He replied, a smile making its way on his face.

"You also didn't even know my gender, god you suck at this." You stated flatly, not impressed by whatsoever.

His smile was crushed, your words feeling like poison each time you talk.

"You really are like all the other rich bitches I've had to deal with." Jungkook complained, growing tired of your behavior.

"You don't even know me." You exclaimed, growing equally tired of him.

"I know enough." He stated coldly before leaving your room, leaving you to stare daggers at the door.

That was your guy's impression of each other, minor disdain. He hated how you seemed like every other shit head he's had to deal with, and you hated him because he just assumes shit about you, he also kind of sucks at his job, where did your dad even find this guy.

Though you both kind of hated each other, he had to be around you. All. The. Time. No matter where you were, eating, in the bathroom, even sleeping, he was right there or just right outside the door. You both haven't said a word to each other since your first meeting, and you both hope to keep it that way.

"Why do you hate me?" You asked flatly while eating your dinner, finally breaking the weeks-long silence between the two of you. Also no one else was there so this seemed like the best moment.

"Why does it matter to you?" He questioned right back, hoping to prolong the silence.

"Because I don't want the person who's supposed to save my life to dislike me, but more importantly I feel like you have no reason to dislike me the way you do." You responded, arms crossed over your chest.

"No reason! I have every reason to hate you! The moment I got here you greeted me with disrespect! Your so fucking stand offish and it's clear that you have no idea what the real world is like, able to be in your fucking mansion and eat your fucking food while I'm in a job that I hate, having to be around clueless people I hate, like you!" He shouted at you, every word hitting like a bullet.

You just stood there in silence watching each other, tears daring to come out of your eyes. He stares at you heavily breathing, too angry to realize your sad state.

"You don't know anything about me." Was all you said before the tears fell down your face like a waterfall. You stormed out of the dining hall and into your room, leaving Jungkook standing there alone, feeling like an idiot, which he was.

He finally got the courage to walk up to your room. Knocking on the door to see if you're okay. Hearing nothing but your sobs, he took the liberty of opening the door. He was greeted with the sight of you sitting on your bed, curled up and crying into your legs.

"Go away, it's not like you actually care about me." You ordered, not wanting to see the face of the man that made you an emotional wreck.

Jungkook just stood there, so he just sat next to you and awkwardly patted your back.

"I-i'm sorry I said those things, it wasn't fair, I really don't know anything about you, except that you're pretty when you cry." He said with that charming smile, causing you to laugh.

"I'm always pretty." You replied, wiping the tears from your face.

"Can't argue with that." He said, causing you to laugh more.

Since that interaction, things between the two of you have been lovely. There was no ill will anymore and you might even say the two of you were friends.

"Why do you always just stand there and watch me eat, sit down, there's plenty." You ordered, Jungkook was taken back by this act of kindness, though it wasn't a big deal, it surely felt like it was. He took the seat right next to you and started to dig in.

"When do you eat anyways?" You asked.

"When you go to your room, or when there's off time." He answered.

"Well, you're always welcome to eat here with me." You stated. "Do you have any hobbies; it seems like you're always just around me?" You asked another question. Finally wondering what he does when not around you.

"Mostly work out." He answered quickly, enamored by the taste of the food.

"I can see that." You said, but then suddenly stunned with your own words. Jungkook almost chokes on his food, also surprised by your flattery.

"I-i mean y-you're like objectively built." You stuttered, digging your own grave deeper and deeper. He starts laughing at your nervousness.

"Thank you. I try." He said, the rest of the dinner goes smoothly, though your words still hang in the air.

Once you both finish the meal, you two walk to your room, talking along the way.

"Wanna come in?" You offered when you got to the door of your bedroom.

"I'd love to." He eagerly answered, a little too eager.

You both take a seat on your large bed. You lay on the pillows while Jungkook awkwardly sits on the edge. He looks around the room, never actually getting a very detailed look. It's incredibly big, almost the size of an apartment. There's even a balcony that leads to a gorgeous view of the ocean, looking especially incredible because of the sunset.

He gets up to get a closer look at it, making his way to the balcony. You realize this and get up to chase after him.

"Pretty great huh?" You ask rhetorically, already knowing the answer. He just nods in agreement, totally dumbfounded by the amazing view. The way the water reflects all of the colors makes it all the more vibrant. The pinks, reds, oranges, and yellows mix together beautifully. This has to be the most wonderful sight of his life, almost magical. Though he's pulled away by the sight of you.

Your equal fascination with the view that you've had to have seen so many times before is enchanting. The way your face lights up and how your hair is carried in the wind is to the sunset like the Mona Lisa to a child's macaroni art. Finally, he realizes that all other beauty in the world is utterly and totally dwarfed by yours.

wait for part 2.