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kiss it better - nishimura riki 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁

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“In which reader teaches her dear friend how to treat a woman right. Or in which reader teaches ni-ki how to give head” 

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fem! reader x ni-ki, friends to lovers, usage of riki and ni-ki, oral sex (f. rec), masturbation (f), reader is in charge, fingering, spitting, face riding, needy! ni-ki, pussy drunk! ni-ki (he’s a mess) grinding, coming undone, slight voye.

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Summer trip was always fun with your friend group. But this year was one of your favourites, there was nothing like spending the day on a tanning bed beneath the burning sun, chewing on fresh watermelon after a dive in the beautiful clear waters of the ocean, surrounded by your favorite people in the whole world. 

The hotel pool glowed under the summer night, wrapped in string lights and the kind of drunken laughter that only came when everyone forgot about the world outside vacation. Music pulled from a speaker, bass steady. The air smelled like sunscreen and chlorine and you were tasting something fruity on your tongue from the drink you just finished. 

You had just slid back into the water, the chill clinging to your skin as you moved through the shallow end. Your bikini hugged your body, still damp from earlier, and your hair stuck to your shoulders in soft waves. Most of your friends where on the deck now, draped across pool chairs or sprawled on towels, passing a bottle of tequila back and forth and yelling about nonsense. 

Ni-ki was the only one still on the water. 

He floated on his back with his eyes closed, legs lazily moving to keep him afloat, looking so relaxed like he didn’t have a single care in the world. So him. 

You swam closer, water swirling around your waist, and nudged his side with your hand. 

“You’ll drown” 

“Let me.” He murmured, not even opening his eyes “Feels like a good way to go.” 

A small laugh left your lips. 

“Dramatic.” 

Ni-ki opened one eye then, just enough to flash you a lazy smile 

“Says the girl who almost cried when we splashed on her drink.” 

“That was an expensive drink.” 

“You’re expensive” He shot back, quickly. 

That caught you off guard, and you blinked. 

It wasn’t even that serious, just Ni-ki being Ni-ki. But still, it stuck. Hit something strange and sudden in your chest. Maybe it was the way he said it, or the way his gaze lingered a bit too long before flicking away. You’d always thought he was cute. Objectively, anyways. It wasn’t like you were blind, Ni-ki was tall and lean and had that perfect face that made even simple hoodies and cotton sweatpants look good. He was your friend, sure, you’d known him for years now. The same friend that threw up on your lap in Sunghoon’s backseat last summer, the same friend that stole your notes because he never did his homework on time. But that never stopped the thoughts that stuck in your head sometimes, thoughts you never let stay. 

But for some reason, tonight felt different. 

He ducked under the water suddenly, disappearing from your view. You barely had time to react before strong hands grabbed your waist from behind and lifted you with a splash, so easily. 

You shrieked, laughing, trying to escape. 

“Ni-ki!” 

He just laughed, breathless and smug as you turned and splashed him back, right in the face. You were both soaked now, your bikini clinging tighter to your tanned skin, water streaming down your neck. 

Ni-ki was still close, enough to feel the warmth radiating off him even in the cool water. His hands already dropped from your waist, but you could still feel them. 

You felt your breathing shake as your eyes met his. There was something in his expression you couldn’t quite name. Like heavy and charged. 

Then he blinked, swam backwards, and said casually. 

“Alright. I’m bored.” 

You barely had time to ignore the feeling before Heeseung called out from his chair, arms spread like he was announcing something big. 

“Let’s play a game.” He said “Truth or dare.” 

Jake made a face. 

“We always do that. I’ve lost the count on the amount of times I’ve licked Sunghoon’s neck” 

Your friends laughed at him, and you chuckled under your breath. 

“Never have I ever then. Loser has to buy all our drinks tomorrow.” 

Groans followed, but no one said no. You all gathered near the edge, some wrapped in towels and half-drunk already. 

You ended up sitting next to Ni-ki, still damp, still trying to ignore the echo of his hands on your waist. 

The game started innocent as always. 

“Never have I ever lied to a date.” 

“Never have I ever faked an orgasm”

“Never have I ever cheated” 

The group slowly loosened between sips, laughter and more laughter, getting louder and messier by the second. 

“Okay, I have one.” Heeseung then leaned in, grinning. “Never have I ever gone down on someone” 

A few hands went up, including yours. 

You didn’t look around, didn’t think much of it, but then you noticed that Ni-ki didn’t move. 

He just sat there, calm, fingers tapping slowly on the ground. Then you turned your head. 

“Wait, seriously?” 

He looked at you, then shrugged. 

“Yeah.” 

Heeseung just stared. 

“Wait wait wait - you’ve never gone down on a girl?” 

Ni-ki shook his head. 

“Nope.” 

Sunoo gasped, hand flying to his chest 

“What? Riki, oh my god!” 

Heeseung was already laughing 

“Bro. That’s practically illegal.”

Jake leaned in like he was interrogating him. 

“You scared of it or something?” 

Ni-ki scoffed and pushed him. 

“Shut up.” 

Sunghoon smirked

“So, what’s the reason?” 

Ni-ki leaned back on his elbows, his expression unreadable. He didn’t look embarrassed, but he didn’t look thrilled by their teasing either. You didn’t expect it, to be honest, Ni-ki wasn’t exactly a playboy, but he wasn’t a saint either, you’d seen him a thousand times shoving down his tongue in random girls throats at parties. 

“I just haven’t found the right person yet.” 

That only made the boys laugh louder. Heeseung clutched his chest and someone said something about how he was a “certified mouth virgin”. 

You watched Ni-ki stay still through it all, quiet. 

Something in your chest pulled tight, and you sat up a little straighter. 

“Okay, enough.” You said, cutting through the noise “What are we? Twelve?” 

The group quieted a little, eyes turning to you. 

“He’s just waiting for the right person, that’s not a bad thing.”  You glanced at Ni-ki, met his eyes again. He looked back at you like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or grab your hand. “It’s not that deep. Honestly, most guys think they know how to do it, just doing it doesn’t mean you’re good at it.” 

Ni-ki still hadn’t looked away from you. 

But as the group moved on, laughing at the next prompt, the air between you didn’t shift back. It felt heavier.

The hotel was quiet now, after the chaos of earlier. You could still hear faint laughter from somewhere down the hall, someone’s speaker muffled behind the closed doors, but for the most part, you started to settle. 

Your skin smelled like sunscreen and coconut from your body spray as you stood at the sink in your oversized tee and underwear, hair half-damp and twisted into a towel, the bathroom mirror foggy from your shower. Your limbs ached in a satisfying way that only summer could bring. 

You were just about to crawl into bed when the knock came. 

One, two, three soft raps, hesitant. 

You froze for a second, staring at your reflection wondering who could it be this late at night. Then you padded across the room and peeked through the peephole, opening the door without thinking. 

Ni-ki stood there, hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie, hair damp and curling slightly around his ears. 

“Hey.” He said. 

You blinked, a bit surprised about his visit and the unsettling look on his face. 

“Hey. Everything okay?” 

He nodded, but didn’t move. 

Then you stepped back, opening the door a little wider.

“Wanna come in?” 

He didn’t answer, just walked in, quiet, his presence filling your small hotel room instantly. You shut the door behind him, suddenly too aware of how you were dressed, and the silence between you two. 

He looked around, then sat on the edge of the bed like he’d done it a thousand times before. 

But now it felt different. 

“You good?” You asked again, crossing your arms trying to play it cool. 

He nodded again, slower this time. 

“Yeah. I just… couldn’t sleep.” 

You leaned against the dresser, watching him. He was staring at the carpet, then at his hands. Then up at you. 

“I’ve been thinking about what you said.” He admitted and your heart thudded. 

“What part?” 

“That it’s not about doing it, it’s about knowing how to treat someone.” He paused. “No one’s ever said that to me before.” 

You swallowed, his voice was lower now, like each word was deliberate. 

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you” you said. 

“I wasn’t embarrassed.” He replied “I just… never talked about it out loud.” 

There was a long pause, and you waited, but he didn’t look away. 

“I think that’s why I came here.” 

Your pulse skipped. 

“To talk?” you asked, even thought you were sure that wasn’t what he meant. 

He smiled a little but it didn’t reach his eyes. 

“Kind of.” 

You stepped a little closer before you could overthink it, the soft carpet sinking under your feet. You were standing between his knees now, and he was looking up at you from the edge of the bed. 

“Riki” You said softly “Why did you come here?” 

You knew the answer.

But the silence that followed cracked open something between you, something thick and heavy and real. You felt it settle over your shoulders, wrap around your ribs. Your skin prickled with awareness, his breath, your proximity, the weight of what you weren’t saying.

“Because I want to know what it’s like.”

Your breathed deep. 

“What what’s like?”

His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. 

“To be with someone who actually wants to teach me. Who doesn’t think I’m weird for not knowing. Who… wants me to get it right.”

You stared at him.

He wasn’t smiling now. He wasn’t teasing. He looked serious, vulnerable, even. And it did something to you. Twisted something deep in your stomach. This was your friend, that not only trusted you enough to ask you this but you also thought he was cute and hot and perfect. 

The room felt hot. Too small. Too quiet. His thumbs rubbed slow circles into your thighs now, and you realized he hadn’t looked away from you once.

“Okay,” you breathed. “Then come here.”

Ni-ki shifted before he could even think, his hands sliding up to your hips like instinct. And when he leaned forward, lips brushing yours, it was cautious at first. Feather-light. Testing.

You tilted your head and leaned into it.

The kiss deepened slowly, like water spilling over the edge of a full glass. His mouth was warm, hesitant but eager, lips moving with just enough pressure to make your knees weaken. You could feel the tremble in him, like he was holding back, waiting to be told it was okay to want this. To want you. So you gave it to him. One hand slipped into his hair, anchoring, and the other trailed down his jaw, guiding him as your mouths melted into each other. His breath hitched against your lips when you sucked gently on his bottom one, and he made the softest, most desperate sound, half whimper, half groan. He opened his mouth and his tongue crashed with yours, wet sounds as you tasted his saliva on your own, sighing softly against him feeling how his fingers dig into the bare skin of your thighs. 

You pulled back just enough to whisper against his mouth.

“Get on your knees, Riki.”

He blinked up at you, dazed, lips red, eyes wide.

And then he obeyed.

His hands slid down your thighs as he sank slowly to the floor in front of you. Kneeling. Breath shallow. Waiting.

Completely at your mercy.

He looked up at you, already breathless. You could see it in his face, that eager, desperate curiosity masked by restraint. Like he was doing everything he could not to touch. Not to beg.

You didn’t say anything at first.

Just reached for the hem of your shirt, lifting it slowly, intentionally slow. You felt his gaze drag over every inch of skin as it was revealed, your bare breasts in front of him, nipples hard the second the cold air of the room touched them. His pupils were already blown wide, jaw clenched like he was trying so hard not to react. You dropped the shirt beside you, left in just your panties. 

The overhead light was off, but the warm hotel lamp behind him painted your skin gold, throwing soft shadows along your collarbones, the curve of your stomach, the tops of your thighs.

Ni-ki looked like he’d stopped breathing.

“You okay?” you asked softly.

He nodded too fast. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I just—fuck.”

The sound of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. Rough and a little hoarse, like it had scraped his throat just coming out.

You slipped your thumbs under the waistband of your underwear.

His eyes dropped instantly.

You swore you saw his fingers flex again, digging into his jeans like it physically hurt not to reach for you.

You slid them down slowly, stepping out of them with a grace that felt foreign even to yourself, because god, the way he was looking at you was doing something to your head. Like you were the first naked girl he’d ever seen. Like he didn’t know what to do with the sight of you. Your bare intimacy was in front of him now, and you were dripping, glistening arousal that you hadn’t even noticed until that point, pulsing and needy and wanting him. 

When you stood fully bare in front of him, you saw his throat bob as he swallowed. Hard.

“Still okay?” you asked again, voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up at you like you were unreal. Like you weren’t even part of the same world.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he breathed out, like it slipped from him without warning. “I don’t—what the fuck.”

Heat crawled up your chest. You weren’t used to being looked at like that. Not with that kind of reverence. Not like he was wrecked by just seeing you.

“You wanna learn how to do this right?” you asked, stepping closer until your knees touched the edge of the mattress.

He nodded, already breathless. 

“Yeah. I want to learn everything.”

You smiled, heart pounding, then gently climbed onto the bed.

“Then watch me,” you whispered against his lips, not kissing him yet. “And listen to me. I’ll show you exactly how it’s supposed to feel.”

Settling back against the pillows until you were laying flat, you parted your legs just enough to keep him staring.

His breath audibly caught.

From below, he had the clearest view. Your skin glowing under the dim bedside lamp, the soft rise and fall of your chest, your thighs spread open with nothing hidden. Your dripping, swollen pussy. You watched his eyes flick from your face to between your legs, and stay there.

“You still with me?” you asked, your voice low and teasing.

He nodded slowly. “I’ve never—fuck, I’ve never seen anyone like this. Like you.”

Your core tightened at the way he said it, raw, reverent.

You bent one knee, dragging your heel up onto the mattress, spreading yourself more for him, breathing heavily, your heart pumping against your chest and your pussy pulsing under his gaze.

“Then pay attention,” you murmured, bringing your fingers between your thighs. “I’m gonna show you how I like it.”

Ni-ki looked wrecked already, and you hadn’t even touched yourself yet.

You started slow, fingers gliding down to part yourself gently. Your other hand gripped the sheets beside your ribs as you circled your clit, slow and lazy. Soft breaths fell from your lips.

You let your eyes drift shut for a moment, focusing on the warmth building low in your stomach. But you could feel his eyes on you. Could almost hear the tension in his throat as he swallowed thickly, breathing uneven.

“Can you see?” you asked, voice hazy, cracked at the edges.

“Yeah,” he said, too fast. “Yeah, I can see everything.”

You glanced down at him through your lashes. He looked dazed. Kneeling obediently between your legs, jaw tense, his hands fisted at his sides like touching himself would break whatever spell you’d put him under.

“Does it make sense now?” you breathed, dragging your fingers lower to gather slick and bring it back up, circling with a bit more pressure. “It’s not about being rough. It’s about paying attention.”

Ni-ki exhaled hard. 

“You’re fucking unreal.”

A faint smirk tugged at your lips. You were soaked already, turned on by your own touch—but also by him. The way he looked at you. Like he was watching something sacred. Like he’d get on his knees for you again and again if it meant seeing you like this.

You kept your eyes on him as your fingers moved, lazy, deliberate circles that made your hips twitch every now and then. You weren’t putting on a show. This was real. You wanted him to see what it looked like when it was good. When someone took their time. When someone cared.

And judging by the look on his face, Ni-ki was already on the edge of losing his mind.

Still on his knees, his jaw was tight, lips parted like he kept forgetting how to breathe. His hands had fisted into the hem of his hoodie, knuckles pale from the grip. You could see how tense his thighs were. You could see the bulge against his jeans, hard and throbbing. How his chest rose and fell too fast.

You tilted your head, voice smooth and low. 

“You want to touch me, don’t you?”

His eyes shot up to yours, wide and ruined. 

“So bad.”

You let out a soft hum, letting your fingers slow, just enough to keep the pleasure alive.

“I know,” you said. “You’ve been staring like you’re starving.”

“I am,” he groaned, frustrated. “You’re—fuck, you’re driving me insane.”

You gave him a slow, lazy smile. 

“Good. That means it’s working.”

He let out a strangled breath, his hands twitching again, like he didn’t know whether to beg or fall apart.

“Can I… please?” he tried, his voice rough. “Just a little—let me touch you.”

“You are touching me,” you said sweetly, dragging your fingers through your slick just to show him. You brought them to your mouth, tasting yourself on them before sliding them between your legs again “With your eyes. Can’t you feel it?”

He looked like you’d punched the air out of him.

“Don’t worry,” you added, voice a little lower, “I want you desperate.”

He exhaled shakily, dropping his gaze to your thighs again. His whole body was tense, on edge, like he was fighting every urge in his body to crawl up the bed and ruin the distance between you.

“You said you wanted to learn,” you reminded him. “So listen when I tell you this, Riki.”

He looked up again. Waiting. 

“Pussy isn’t about technique. Not really. You can memorize all the tricks, flick your tongue every direction—but none of it matters if you’re not obsessed with the way she tastes. The way she feels when she’s shaking under you. The way she moans when you find the spot that makes her legs tremble.”

He blinked like he wasn’t breathing again.

“And if you’re not ready to worship her,” you whispered, dragging your fingers slow and deep between your folds, “then you’ve already failed.”

“Holy fuck,” he choked out, his voice barely a sound.

Your smile turned wicked. 

“I haven’t even let you touch me yet and you’re falling apart. What do you think’s gonna happen when I put your mouth here?”

He groaned and tilted forward slightly on his knees, like the weight of your words pushed him closer.

You paused your hand and raised a brow. 

“Getting needy?”

He nodded quickly, voice rough. 

“Please. You’re killing me.”

Your chest rose with slow, smug satisfaction. He was so close—so close to breaking.

“You wanna taste me that bad?” you asked.

He licked his lips. 

“So bad I think I’m gonna fucking lose it.”

You let your hand drop from between your legs and spread your thighs a little wider, baring yourself completely for him, your wetness dripping between your folds until you were soaking the bed beneath you.

“Then come closer,” you said softly.

He crawled forward the second you gave him permission, kneeling between your legs like it was the only thing in the world he wanted to do. His hands hovered just above your thighs, like he still wasn’t sure if he could touch you yet. You reached down and threaded your fingers into his hair, gently tugging until he looked up at you. 

“Slow,” you murmured. “I want you to take your time.” 

He swallowed hard. 

“Okay.”

 “Start soft,” you said. “Don’t rush. Just… taste.”

He nodded, breath catching like he was trying to anchor himself, but his hands were already trembling as they finally landed on your thighs. His touch was reverent, almost like he thought you’d vanish if he wasn’t careful. He leaned in slowly, plump and wet  lips brushing the inside of your thigh first, and you gasped at the contact. Just a kiss. Just barely there. But it lit up your nerves like a fuse.

The warmth of his breath followed, and your skin prickled with goosebumps. His mouth moved again, pressing another kiss, this time closer. He wasn’t rushing. He was listening. To your voice. To your breathing. To the way your thighs tensed when he got nearer to where you really wanted him.

You threaded your fingers tighter into his hair, guiding him, not forcing, just showing him you were there.

He looked up once, like he wanted to be sure, and when you gave the smallest nod, he lowered his head again, mouth finally dragging over your pussy, hot and open.

It was slow.

So slow it burned.

The first lick was cautious, just a flick of his tongue, but you moaned softly anyway, hips twitching up toward him. You could feel how his breath hitched in response, how the small sound you made seemed to fuel him. 

His lips parted again, tongue sliding a little firmer now between your soaked folds, tasting like he’d never tasted anything before. Like he was memorizing every part of you. The way your thighs shook. The way your breath caught. The way your fingers gripped tighter at his scalp when he hit the right spot, tongue licking wet and hot and perfect over your swollen clit. 

“Good,” you whispered. “That’s good… just like that.”

He let out a low sound against you, something desperate, something needy. His hands slid up to your hips like he couldn’t help himself anymore, holding you in place, mouth pressing deeper. The flat of his tongue moved in slow, indulgent strokes, and your stomach clenched, your toes curling against the sheets beneath you.

You exhaled shakily, fingers still buried in his hair, the sight of him between your legs already enough to keep your head spinning. He was trying, so hard, too. Tongue warm, mouth open, but a little unsure still, like he wasn’t convinced he was doing it right even though your thighs kept clenching around his ears.

“Riki,” you murmured, voice a little breathless, “slower—press your tongue flat. Yeah, like that.”

You felt him pause, adjust, and then try again, this time dragging the full weight of his tongue through your folds, slower, deeper, like he was tasting you properly now. Your hips lifted off the bed without meaning to.

“Mhm, fuck—just like that,” you whispered, your voice catching as a sharp pleasure lanced through your core.

You kept your eyes on him, watching the way he reacted to every sound you made. Like he was feeding off them. His lashes fluttered, lips shiny and swollen now, and when he glanced up at you, it was like he needed more. Needed to hear it from you.

“Circle your tongue around,” you whispered, tugging gently at his hair to keep him exactly where you wanted him. “There… slower. Keep it soft. I want to feel everything. Spit on it baby, get me soaked.”

His groan vibrated against you as he obeyed, the wet glide of his tongue sending another wave through your stomach, and then a thick string of saliva fell on your already soaked pussy. His hands clutched your thighs tighter now, nails pressing into your skin just enough to ground himself, like he was getting lost in it. In you.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” you whispered, letting the praise drip from your lips. You saw the way his eyes rolled back slightly when you said it. How his movements got a little more confident, a little messier, but somehow still just right. “Taste me—really taste me. Don’t just lick, use your mouth.”

He obeyed with a quiet desperation, sucking gently on your clit, tongue slipping lower before dragging back up again, slow and thick, like he wanted to devour every inch of you.

You gasped. Moaned. Tugged harder at his hair.

“Fuck, Riki—don’t stop—”

He didn’t. If anything, he got hungrier, greedier. His tongue started moving with more pressure, his lips sucking softly at the spots that made your thighs shake.

You didn’t even have to look down to know he was gone.

You could feel it, in the way his mouth moved, in the way his grip had turned bruising on your thighs, in the low, desperate sounds he kept making every time his tongue dragged through you like he couldn’t help himself.

But when you did look down, your heart almost stopped beating.

Riki’s eyes were barely open, glossy and wild, lips swollen, wet from you. His face was flushed, hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, and he was panting between licks like he physically couldn’t get enough.

And he kept talking.

Mumbling between mouthfuls, between kisses to your soaked skin, between long, obscene licks like he was drunk on the taste of you.

“Fuck—you taste so good…” he breathed, voice hoarse and wrecked. “S’fucking good… I can’t—god, I can’t stop.”

You moaned softly, hips rolling toward his mouth, and he whined into you. Actually whined.

“It’s the best,” he said again, more to himself this time, like he couldn’t believe it. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever had. I swear—fuck, I need—need to keep tasting you.”

His tongue flattened again, dragging up, slower this time, like he wanted to savor it. He licked you like it was holy.

You gasped, gripping his hair, pulling him tighter to you.

And he loved it.

Didn’t even flinch. He moaned loud into your cunt, licking deeper, rougher, sloppy now, his mouth messy and wet and insistent. Every word he slurred out came like a prayer, like he was in some trance.

“I wanna eat you every day,” he groaned. “Fuck, please let me—I’ll be so good for you, I’ll learn everything—just don’t make me stop—”

Your head fell back against the pillows, legs shaking. He wasn’t even listening anymore, just moving off instinct, tongue flicking exactly how you taught him, sucking just enough to make your stomach twist with heat.

“You like it that much?” you teased, your voice barely holding steady, but it was still firm. Still in control.

His eyes fluttered open, unfocused but burning.

“I love it,” he said immediately.

Your legs trembled around his shoulders, and still—still—he didn’t stop. His tongue was relentless now, messy and hot and wet against you, every slow stroke making your stomach twist tighter, your breath hitch faster. But you wanted more. You could feel your body hovering right on the edge, just one touch away from snapping completely.

You slid one hand down, gently brushing your fingers through his hair, guiding him just enough so you could breathe. 

“Riki,” you panted. He blinked up at you, dazed and glassy-eyed, his mouth still open, his chin glistening. “Use your fingers too.”

He nodded without hesitation, licking his lips like he didn’t want to waste a drop.

“I—I don’t wanna mess it up,” he said, breathless, hand twitching at your thigh. “Just tell me what to do.”

You grabbed his wrist gently, brought it between your thighs, your own fingers wrapping around his to help him feel you.

“Start with one,” you whispered. “Slow. Let me open up to you.”

He swallowed hard and did exactly that—one long finger slipping into your heat, careful, reverent. The moment he did, a soft sound escaped your lips, your walls fluttering around him.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, almost choking on the words. “You’re so warm. So—fuck—tight. Is that okay? Is that good?”

“So good,” you gasped, voice trembling. “Now curl it—just a little. Mhm… yeah, right there.”

He groaned at the way you clenched, and then his mouth was on you again—tongue working in tandem with his finger now, stroking inside while he sucked and licked and moaned like he was starving.

You let out a high, breathy moan, your hand still guiding his wrist, helping him learn the rhythm. Your hips rocked up to meet both touches, tongue and finger now perfectly synced, and he responded instantly, desperate to give you exactly what you needed.

“Add another,” you said, your voice shaking but firm. “You can take it.”

He hesitated only a second before easing a second finger in, slowly, and when he felt your body stretch around him, another broken groan left his throat.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice wrecked. “You feel so perfect—I wanna stay here forever.”

Your back arched, thighs trembling around his head, and he fucked you with his fingers just like you taught him, curling them right, keeping his mouth exactly where you needed it, letting you grind against his tongue shamelessly.

“That’s it, baby,” you moaned. “Just like that. Keep going—you’re gonna make me come.”

And the second those words left your lips, Riki lost it again, messy, moaning into you, thrusting his fingers harder, tongue flicking faster. You felt your climax building like a wave you couldn’t stop.

His lips were slick and red, cheeks flushed, hair clinging to his forehead. But it was the way he was moving that really undid you, hips rocking slowly against the mattress beneath him, grinding like he didn’t even notice he was doing it. Like he physically couldn’t stop.

He was moaning into you, low, broken, filthy sounds muffled by your thighs, and every time you tugged his hair or praised him, his hips pushed down harder, desperate for friction.

“Fuck,” you breathed, your whole body twitching under him. “You’re so needy, baby. Can’t even control yourself, can you?”

He moaned again, loud and desperate, and nodded just barely, face still buried in you.

“I—can’t,” he slurred between licks. “You taste too good—I need it—need to make you come—please, I can’t stop—”

The grind of his hips sped up, his fingers curling perfectly inside you while his tongue flicked your clit again and again, completely in rhythm, completely feral. His thighs were trembling from the way he was using the friction beneath him, like he was getting off just from serving you. From the taste. From your voice.

From the fact that he was the one making you fall apart.

“That’s it,” you groaned, hips bucking up toward his mouth. “Keep grinding, baby. Fuck yourself while you eat me. God—look at you…”

But he wasn’t looking anymore.

His eyes were squeezed shut now, brows furrowed in focus, mouth and fingers soaking wet, hips stuttering with every moan. And from the way his body was shaking, you knew, he was so close. Without even being touched.

You were shaking, heart hammering, your breath catching in short, ragged gasps. Every flick of his tongue, every curl of his fingers sent sparks rushing down your spine, your thighs trembling around his head. Ni-ki didn’t slow down, if anything, he was more focused than ever, like every sound you made fueled him. Like he needed to pull you apart, needed to feel you break for him.

You could barely keep your eyes open, barely breathe with how good it felt, how intense it was. His hands gripped your thighs like lifelines, grounding himself there, mouth working like he was starved and you were the only thing he’d ever wanted to taste.

Your hips jerked. You were so close it hurt.

“Riki,” you gasped, your voice cracking. “I’m gonna—”

“Come, please, need to feel you come on my mouth baby” He whispered, breathless, sucking your clit so hard that you cried out.

That did something to him. He moaned again, deep and wrecked, and it vibrated against you, just enough to push you over.

Your back arched off the mattress, your fingers tightening in his hair as the world blurred and broke around you. The orgasm tore through you in waves, sharp, warm, overwhelming. You cried out his name, legs closing around him, but he didn’t move, didn’t stop. He held you through it, mouth still soft, slow, working you gently as you came down. 

 When your muscles finally stopped trembling and your breathing slowed, he looked up at you.His lips were swollen, eyes glassy, flushed and ruined, and he was still panting because he came too, hard and soaked and messy against his jeans from just eating you.

You reached down and stroked your thumb over his cheek.

“You did so good,” you whispered, still breathless. “So, so good.”

And the look in his eyes when you said it? Like it was the only thing he’d ever wanted to hear.

You were sure you created some kind of monster. 

It was like something had snapped open between you and Riki that night, something hungry and undeniable. He hadn’t touched you in front of anyone since, but you could feel it: the way his gaze followed you when you walked past in your bikini, the way he’d bite his lip when he thought no one was looking.

But it was worse when you were alone.

Because now, it wasn’t just once. Now he wanted you constantly.

You hadn’t even made it out of the hotel earlier that morning without him pulling you back into the bathroom, dropping to his knees like it was the only place he belonged. He’d barely said a word, just looked up at you with those dark, desperate eyes and mumbled something about “missing the taste of you.”

It had been messy. Rushed. You had to muffle your moans into your hand and clamp your thighs tight around his head just to keep quiet.

Now, three days later in the afternoon, you were sitting under a beach umbrella with a drink in your hand, pretending like you weren’t still flushed from the memory. Pretending like your legs weren’t shaking.

Ni-ki was stretched out on a towel a few feet away, sunglasses on, the sea breeze lifting his hair. He looked calm to anyone else—maybe a little too calm—but you saw the truth. The tension in his jaw. The slight curve at the corner of his mouth when he caught your eye.

And then he mouthed something at you across the space between your friends.

Please.

You blinked. 

What?

He glanced toward the beach showers. Then back at you. And mouthed it again:

Please. Just five minutes.

Your heart stuttered.

You shook your head. Barely. But your thighs pressed together instinctively, heat blooming low in your belly. He tilted his head, still pleading, like he was barely holding it together.

He wanted it again.

He wanted you again.

And it hit you then, this wasn’t just about curiosity anymore. This wasn’t a one-time thing.

Ni-ki was hooked.

The sun was beginning to dip lower, casting everything in a hazy gold, and the breeze off the ocean carried laughter and music from your friends further down the beach. You were pretending to still be sipping your drink when Ni-ki brushed past you, close enough that your knees touched for a second.

No one noticed. Or so you hoped.

He didn’t say anything, just walked towards the showers without looking back.

But you followed.

Your heart pounded as you crossed the sand, the faint sound of water trickling from a half-open faucet masking your footsteps. The beach shower area was quiet, stone walls, open-air, private enough if you were quick.

You slipped inside, and there he was.

His back was against the tiled wall, hair tousled, lips parted, like he’d barely been breathing since he left you on that beach chair.

“I thought you said five minutes,” you whispered, stepping in closer.

He shook his head, chest rising and falling beneath his shirt. 

“That was a lie.”

You raised a brow, teasing.

“So you dragged me out here to lie to me?”

“No,” he said, voice low, hoarse. “I dragged you out here because I need you.”

And that was all it took.

You kissed him first, quick and hot, stealing his breath. But he dropped to his knees before you could blink, already pushing your swimsuit bottoms down your legs with shaking hands, reverent and hungry.

“Wait,” you breathed, glancing toward the open side of the shower. “Someone could—”

“I don’t care.” His voice was wrecked, hands firm as he pulled your thighs over his shoulders. “I’ll be fast. I promise. I just—fuck, I missed you.”

And then his mouth was on you.

The rush of it stole your breath. The contrast of the cool tile behind you and the burning warmth of his tongue had you clutching the stone wall for balance. He moaned into you, shameless, like the taste of you alone was enough to undo him. You bit your lip, trying not to make a sound, failing as a gasp slipped out when he flattened his tongue and really got into it.

“God, you’re so good,” you whispered, your voice shaking. “So greedy—”

He groaned, grinding against nothing, his fingers digging into your thighs as he pulled you impossibly closer. His mouth was wet, messy, insistent, and every time you tried to look down at him, you saw how gone he was, red cheeks, glassy eyes, flushed and panting like he needed this more than air.

“Riki,” you warned, breath hitching as the pressure built again, sharp and fast. “We don’t have long—”

“I don’t care,” he mumbled against your skin. “Let them see. I’d still stay right here.”

That nearly ended you.

You didn’t even hear the footsteps pass nearby over the sound of the waves and your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. You just held his face, riding the edge, knowing it wouldn’t take long.

By the time you stepped out of the beach showers, your legs were still trembling.

You’d tried to fix your hair in the tiny mirror, smooth out your expression, but your mouth was swollen and your swimsuit still clung awkwardly to your damp skin. Riki walked a few steps behind you, his shirt thrown over one shoulder, cheeks still flushed, his lips a little too red.

And worst of all, he was smiling.

You elbowed him as you walked, muttering under your breath, 

“You’re being obvious.”

“I am obvious,” he said softly, brushing your fingers with his as you passed a stray towel on the sand. “And you liked it.”

You glared at him—only half-serious—and picked up the pace, ignoring the way your thighs still ached.

When you reached your friends, Jake was the first to spot you.

“Well, well, well,” he grinned, raising his sunglasses. “Look who finally decided to rejoin society.”

“We weren’t gone that long,” you said quickly, dropping your towel back down like nothing happened.

Jake squinted. “You guys missed the watermelon. And Sunoo was telling this insane story about—wait.” He paused, eyes narrowing slightly. “Why do you look like that?”

Your stomach flipped. Riki coughed behind you.

Sunghoon glanced up from where he was drying his hair. 

“Yeah. You guys look kinda… flushed.”

“Hot out,” Riki mumbled.

“Hm,” Jake said slowly, like he didn’t quite believe it.

You sat down quickly on your beach chair and took a sip of your drink, trying to will your heart rate back to normal. But Riki flopped down next to you, casually propping his sunglasses on top of his head, lips still a little too pink.

You glanced at him. 

“You’re enjoying this.”

He smirked. 

“A little.”

“Don’t say anything.”

“I won’t.” He leaned closer, voice dropping so only you could hear. “Unless you want me to tell them how good you taste when you—”

“Riki.”

He grinned wider and leaned back like nothing happened.

You tried to look normal. Innocent. Unbothered.

But the looks your friends kept throwing your way said one thing clearly:

They knew something was up.

And if they didn’t know now, they would soon, because Riki’s knee was already brushing yours under the towel, and the second you leaned towards him, he gave you that look again.

Hungry.

Summer trip this year had just started. 

[dannyriccsystem]

ok god i miss writing but imagine spiderman!osc who’s your childhood friend+long time crush and you guys move in together for college or wtv but you don’t know he’s spidey and you both have been yearning for each other and yk. shenanigans ensue… like ik this is the plot of every spider!au ever but imagine it with OSCAR. js. he is also equally downbad (if not more) and js PANICS every time you try and talk to him thinking either a) you’re gonna realise you can’t live with him anymore/leave him or b) you’ve found someone but it NEVER occurs to him you might have the slightest idea he’s LITERALLY SPIDERMAN… yk js. stupid little stuff… (also i js think this should be known ton holland’s spiderman was the first loml like EVER so yeah. peter parker is my BOY.)

ALSO ALSO ALSO. imagine oscar in like a ‘partner gets kidnapped situation’… JUST ABSOLUTELY GOING INSANE AND FERAL AND WILD AND JS GOING TO ALL ENDS TO FIND YOU… god if i had any motivation i would write this myself BUT I DONT AND I HATE WRITERS BLOCK 😐 - 🩷

DOES WHATEVER A SPIDER CAN!

FORMULA ONE DRIVER X READER

SUMMARY: You’ve had a crush on your roommate for awhile! Little did you know he’s actually Spiderman.

WORD COUNT: 1.8K

WARNINGS: Reader is kidnapped, blood and injury, fluff aside from that

FEATURING: Spiderman!Oscar Piastri x Reader

NOTE: You can find my other post about Spidey!Osc here! Also… Tom Holland Spiderman obsession is real. Andrew Garfield is my fav Peter Parker though

MOVING IN WITH OSC WAS A DREAM. I mean, really, you had fantasized about that day since the two of you were little. Your little crush developed early on, which meant you had spent an unhealthy amount of years yearning for a boy who never seemed to show interest in you once. It was absolute torture casted upon your soul like a hex.

But when the two of you finally graduated and moved on to college, it seemed reasonable to room together. It made the rent a bit cheaper, and you already knew each other well. What could possibly go wrong? Well, not much. You just started to notice some of his… Weirder behaviors.

He was paranoid a lot, and super jumpy. I mean, really… One time you snuck up on him and he backhanded you so hard you fell flat on your ass. Oscar immediately crouched down to cradle your growing injury, muttering “Holy shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry!” as fast as physically possible. You laughed it off, but it was… Weird. Weird, weird, weird.

You quietly hoped his inconsistency would deter you away, because then you could finally move on from a lifelong crush that was leading nowhere, but he kept that same irresistible charm that kept pulling you in. Apparently you had a think for shy freaks who couldn’t keep their shit together, because that was Oscar to a T.

Everytime you approached him he acted like a goddamn virgin— He might have been for all you know, but this was unlike the Oscar you knew. Before you moved in together, he was usually quite confident. Now he seemed skittish. One time you walked out into the kitchen late at night to find him standing there just staring out the window. When he quickly realized you were there, he froze up.

You saw his hands get all clammy, and his Adam’s apple bob nervously. Something was up with him and you just couldn’t figure out what. You greeted him shortly, your voice groggy. You just wanted a glass of ice water and to go back to sleep, but after you brushed past him, he was suddenly gone. You turned back around and— Well, Oscar seemed to disappear.

You brushed it off again, but things like that kept happening. He just seemed so… Nervous.

“Osc,” You’d greet as you pushed his door open. It was already slightly cracked, so you assumed it was fine to come in. He shuffled around at his desk, presumably finishing up his chemistry homework. He shoved things aside, laughing nervously as he tried to shake off a pen stuck to his palm.

“Ha…” He trailed off, folding his hands over his lap to hide the mishap. But you already saw. Although it was weird, you gave him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was… Experimenting with some weird chemicals. Or his body. Or… Well, you were hoping for the other two even if the latter was gross, because the third option was that your Oscar was the Spiderman, but that seemed ridiculously outlandish and unbelievable. So, yeah. In your head this guy was either making some weird organic matter out of some lab materials, or touching himself. Because somehow that was better than being a kickass hero. “What’s… What’s up?”

“I was…” You slowly looked down to his lap. Nope. Not masturbating. “I was just wondering if you wanted dinner?”

“Oh, uhm- Yeah. I’ll be out in a sec.” He gave a nervous smile to cover it all up. You nodded, but you were unsure.

That wasn’t the only time it happened, either. One time you were baking together—It was quiet. You just wanted to make some things for your art class, because everyone had been working hard, and it was a small group of people anyway, so you could afford to share some offerings.

You both shuffled around the kitchen, rarely exchanging words that weren’t related to the task at hand. And even when you did that, it was usually just “whisk,” which was your way of telling him you wanted the whisk.

When he handed it to you, though, you basically had to pry it from his grip with all your might. When it finally came loose, you stumbled backwards, blinking with surprise. “Oh, uh… Sorry. I was, you know…” He looked around the room, lips turning up into an awkward grin. “Crafting. Earlier… Yeah. With glue. Super glue.”

“Crafting.” You repeated, not buying it at all.

“Yup.”

But at this point you were still in denial. There was no way your Oscar, the shy, timid boy you grew up with, was Spiderman. Yeah, he carried himself a lot better these days. He had lots of friends and was doing well in his classes and seemed more confident, but he definitely wasn’t… Superhero confident. No way, no chance, not in the slightest. You were more likely to believe his sweat was extremely sticky than you were to assume he was Spiderman.

But it made too much sense. You felt like a high class detective as you set up a cork board with red string and sticky notes. Oscar always happened to disappear, no matter where you were, when some sort of crime came up. He was always checking the news, something he had never done just a few years ago before the sudden appearance of the arachnid hero. His hands. Were sticky. We can’t just ignore that, reader! Super sticky!

It all unfolds on a singular forsaken night. You’re standing out on the balcony, three stories up from the ground. You needed some fresh air after a particularly harrowing exam, and Oscar wasn’t home yet, so you had no one to rant to. He was always your listener. He was your pillar, your main support. But when he was gone, oxygen had to make do.

But it all happened in a blur. You were scooped up, fabric placed over your mouth. The last thing you saw as the world faded from view was the streets of the city below you as you soared through the air.

Your hands are tied above your head. You’re seated against the wall of an abandoned warehouse, the skylights filtering in moonlight from above, and rain pattered against the glass softly. Your arms were screaming, wrists bruised and bloodied from rope burn.

A figure in a mask, sunglasses, and a hood paces a few feet ahead of you, occasionally glancing up at the entrance, and then back to the ground. They haven’t said a word, they’re just acting like they’re expecting someone. Anyone.

You have a feeling you know who.

“What do you want from me?” You ask for about the hundredth time. You expect the same answer: Silence, but you ask again because you need to know. You have to know. “I don’t know anything! Nobody’s coming to save me, alright?!”

“Shut up!” They finally retaliate. You can barely see their eyebrows from beneath their sunglasses, but they’re furrowed with rage. “Just shut the hell up! I hope he’s not coming, so then your sorry ass has to suffer here!”

“Who is he?!” You cry out, thrashing against your restraints.

Perfect timing.

Glass shatters from above in a flash of red and blue. You hold your breath, scrambling away from the shards.

Spiderman. Of course.

But this isn’t the hero you’ve seen before. There’s no witty quips or jokes—He’s full of pure rage. This guy isn’t special. Unlike the various opponents he’s fought before, he’s not exactly well armed. This is where you learn you don’t bring a knife to a web-fight.

His hits are fast in every way. He’s swinging around diligently, the only sounds escaping the hero being grunts of occasional pain. There’s blood, lots of it, but his anger is relentless. It’s not until your kidnapper is knocked out, alive, mind you, that he finally stops.

He takes a step back, his broad back turned to you. You can see his muscles ripple underneath the suit, his hands flex as he clenches them into tight fists. He stares at the unconscious body for what seems like eternity, and then slowly turns towards you.

He’s panting with rage, but upon seeing your helpless figure, he softens up instantly. Spiderman stumbles towards you in a haste, his previous diligence replaced with clumsiness as he crouches down and gently yanks at the rope, releasing your aching arms. “You’re okay,” He breathes out as if he’s reassuring himself more than you. “Y/N, I thought you were dead, I was so-”

You’re pulled into his arms, your brows furrowed in confusion as you slowly return the hug, awkwardly patting his back. “How do you-…” You paused, catching your breath. “How do you know my name?”

Spiderman’s awfully quiet.

He then pulls back, his hands gripping the bottom of his mask and slowly sliding it upwards.

“Oscar,” You breathe out, your delicate palms coming up to hold his face. He nods, lips drawn into a thin line of uncertainty. You laugh under your breath, eyes filled with sudden mirth that makes him perk up. “Oscar!” You repeat, pulling his face close.

He finishes your actions by pressing his lips to yours, large hands holding you by the waist to pull you impossibly close for a definitive kiss.

“I knew it!” You shrieked with laughter, still holding his cheeks. He matches your smile with uncertainty. “Ah, I could kiss you-”

“You already did,” He chuckles.

“Well I could do it again! That was so badass, seriously. You were like ‘BAM’ and he was like ‘ahhh omg Spiderman oh no!’ and then you were like-”

“Hey, let’s save the recap for later.” He pulls you to your feet, yanking his mask back down. “You’re in critical condition still.”

“Oh, right-!” You allow him to scoop you up, your arms slung around his neck as you both swing over the city back to your dorm.

You obviously have lots of questions, and he has lots of answers as he patches you up.

“When did you become Spiderman?”

“A year ago. Beginning of our last year in high school.” He places a bandage around your right wrist after already cleaning it up with wound wash.

“What’s your favorite part?”

“Saving lives.” He starts to work on the other wrist at this point. He has a smile gracing his face, even if his answers are short.

“Hardest part?”

“…” He looks upward in thought, lips pursed before he shrugs. “Saving lives.” You giggle at his repetitive answer.

“How did it happen?”

“Radioactive spider— Look, it’s a long story.”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes- Oh.” He freezes up, and you grin. He looks up at you, cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“Oh?”

“Sorry-”

“Don’t be.” You squished his cheeks, making him grumble and shake his head. “I love you too.”

“Even though I’m secretly a superhero?”

“Especially because you’re secretly a superhero.”

That’s all he needed to hear.

[julielovesstars]

‘A little bit… or a lot’ (Min Ho x Reader)

Summary: K.I.S.S resident Marco will not leave Y/n alone so the night at the club Min Ho comes to her rescue and they set themselves up in fake relationship to make sure the guy gets a hint, but will their friendship survive the blurred lines?

Warnings: kissing, divorce

Word count: 8.7K

(Noy my GIF :))

“Not again,” I say out loud subconsciously, Kitty and I are once again in the boys flat just studying with Q, and I lay my phone face down frustrated.

Q and Kitty turn towards me immediately, annoyance showing in their eyes, but not at me “What did he say this time?” Q asks.

I just pass him my phone; Kitty gets up from lying on her stomach and looks over his shoulder, her face twists and turns as she reads the message.

“I mean it could kind of be kinda… romantic- no?”

“What can be seen as romantic?” Min Ho says walking in through the dorm door and taking off his shoes, looking between the three of us.

I let out a loud sigh and twist to lie on my back laying a pillow over my face, “It’s Marco he keeps message me,” I hug the pillow to my chest.

Q laughs, “He’s pestering her and very clearly not getting a hint,” he says pointing the phone in Min Ho’s direction, he pulls a disgusted face as he reads the message.

“They say you are what you attract,” Min Ho says with a level of sass and walks into his room closing the door behind him.

“No one has ever said that” Kitty exclaimed in a whisper and the three of us burst into a fit of laughter.

Q passed the phone back to me and I immediately threw it to the other side of the sofa, “That guy seriously needs to chill,” Q says turning back to the textbook and question sheet.

“Honestly I’m so tired of it, I’m scared he’s gonna try something in person,” I said, both my friends shoot my empathetic looks, trying to be supportive, but it doesn’t look like Marco is going to leave me alone any time soon.

Kitty started to gather up all her resources, “Okay time to stop this,” she says getting up and putting the stuff in her bag. I try to argue with her that we’ve only done half the homework questions, but she ignores me and keeps packing.

“Look I need time to get ready for this date with Praveena, I really think things could work out between us, so I want to put the effort in,” she explains, Q and I look at each other and identical smiles spread across our faces, “Plus I’m still yet to match make you and I think it’s time you find someone for you, and it might help Marco move on,” I give her the can we not talk about this right now look but then Q agrees.

He stands up to leans against the sofa arm and looks down at me, “We’re gonna have so much fun, come on smileee,” he says reaching out an arm and pulling me up.

We agree to finish the work tomorrow and to meet in two hours to head out to the club. A new DJ was playing and most everyone in the friendship group wanted to go.

When we arrive the atmosphere is perfect, the music is energetic but cool, the lights and decorations are the exact level of out there and complimentary, and everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. Kitty is quickly stolen away by Praveena and taken to the dance floor.

Dae, Q and I make our way to get mocktails before also heading to the dance floor, I watch Q looking around as if he were shopping for guys, which to be fair was exactly his plan for the night- a little distraction from the stress of tomorrow’s race and I was not going to stop him. Dae on the other hand looked stiff and uncomfortable but trying to move around doing something that kind of resembled dance moves.

“Oh my god,” Q says suddenly, and I follow his eyeline only to be met with the one and only, enemy on and off the track: Jin. Q looks… frankly offended at the sight and excuses himself.

When I turn back around to Dae he’s disappeared too, I look around but I can’t see him so go back to the bar to get another mocktail, then I finally find him talking to a group of girls at the back of the club and then I find Q making out with Jin so I went back for another drink and sat at the bar just people watching, all my friends were spread around.

That’s when I heard his voice. “Y/n!” Marco said sitting down next to me, I closed my eyes for a second. Great – now him. I couldn’t have my sad song music video moment, and I had to talk to him.

“Marco,” I say and it accidentally comes out a little too high pitched.

“What is such a pretty girl doing sat at the bar by herself?” he asks shuffling his seat closer and ordering a drink, being a good friend, I wanted to tell him, by not cockblocking any of my friends but I just don’t answer.

I finish the last of my drink and turn around to put it on the counter, in turn he places his hand on the counter almost touching my arm and leans closer to me, “Did you wanna get out of here? We could go grab some food or something,” he asked and I cringed internally.

Opening my mouth to answer he interrupts me, “Come on Y/n, we can go to that barbeque palace you love,”.

I grab my bag and stand as I say, “Marco I don’t-”

“There you are babe,” someone says from behind me, I feel an arm being strung against my shoulder, I turn to see Min Ho just as he presses a kiss to my forehead. He sees the confusion, and maybe a little fear in my eyes and nods subtly to Marco.

“Yep, just been waiting for you,” I reach my arm around his middle, he pulls me closer to him.

“Bye Marco,” Min Ho says simply and turns us away from the brunette walking in the direction of the exit.

What the hell just happened.

“What the hell just happened?” I said out loud this time as the outside breeze soothed me.

Min Ho just sighed taking his arm away, “I just saved your ass, you’re welcome by the way,” he explains.

“Thank you,” I say still in the state of shock.

“He really must not talk to many girls,” he continues, “you looked, repulsed, to say the least,” then one of his brows raised, “I can’t tell who I feel worse for, you, or that poor, helpless guy,”.

I shove my shoulder into his slightly, he swayed to one side by a step, a smile playing on his lips, I shook my head in response.

“What were you doing at the club anyway? I thought you said,” and then I turned on my best Mino Ho accent impression, “The sweat and heat of those places is terrible for my skin,”. The cool January breeze was rustling against my skin, and it was a pleasant contrast to the club which was starting to feel claustrophobic.

“I wanted to hear the DJ live, I’m considering hiring her for my next party,” he says placing his hands into his pockets, I wrapped mine around my jumper.

“So how long has this guy- what’s his name Mark- been bothering you?” Min Ho asked as we walk out towards the dorm buildings.

“Marco,” I say- he knew his name just chose to be petty, then I ran my hand through my hair but didn’t look at him when I answer, “Honestly pretty much since beginning of last semester but the messaging started getting more frequent over the break,”.

“Why haven’t you told anyone about it earlier?” he asked as if I was being an inconvenience to him, I explain to him that it’s never been anything big, he wasn’t being rude or demanding he just didn’t seem to understand that I wasn’t interested and the more I was pushing the more he was latching on.

“No every man can be as good as me, clearly,”

“Clearly,” I join in on his banter, “but seriously, thank you for saving me, I know how much how that must have killed you inside, to have to align yourself with me in such a way,” I said exaggerating, of course he didn’t actually feel this way, we are friends, but it was an inside joke in the friend group that Min Ho was just better than everyone.

Min Ho stopped in his track taking in a deep breath, “Fine, I’ll be your pretend boyfriend,”.

“What?- Min Ho I’m not asking you to-” the words fell out my mouth quickly.

He brushed me off immediately, “Until Marco leaves you alone. You should be thankful that I’m such a good person,” he starts walking again. I take a few quick paced steps to catch up to him.

“Min Ho you really don’t have to, I think he’s got it,” I argued but I  agree with the words coming out of my mouth, if anything a one off like this was likely to propel Marco more, as if this were some kind of challenge for all I knew.

“You’re so ungrateful,”

“Ok fine,” I say defeated, “Thank you,” this time with more emotion.

“It was time to do some charity work anyway,” he said messing up my hair, my face scrunched up in reaction. The rest of the way home in his car was spent arguing about what the best snack for film night was, then what the best film is and soon enough we were back on K.I.S.S grounds.

Min Ho walked me to the door of the girl’s dorm, now that we were alone we discussed what this arrangement meant, and what we were going to tell our friends. The answer was nothing, we were gonna leave them in the dark, one of them was likely to blabber and this needed to seem real. We would act as a couple in front of others but mostly when Marco was around. Not going over the top but just enough to make him believe. When we got to the door we looked at each other.

“What do we tell them when they ask how this happened?”

“We say that you finally fell for my handsome look and irresistible charm,” he says running a hand through his hair, “I mean it was bound to happen, everyone does,”

“Okay Min Ho, whatever,” and then we quickly came up with our cover story.

“Night L/n”

“Goodnight Min Ho,”

Then he was walking in the direction of the boy’s dorm and I look at my phone that was buzzing mercilessly the last few minutes, a bunch of texts were shining brightly back at me.

Kitty: Where are you?

Kitty: Helloooo

Kitty: We want to leave soon

Q: Girl we’re worried answer the phone

Q: missed call (2)

Kitty: missed call (3)

Yuri: Y/n meet us by the front door

Kitty: Swear I’m going to expose all ur secrets if you don’t answer

Shoot.

I was so wrapped up in the Marco situation and then Min Ho that I didn’t even think to text any of them. Not wanting to call any of them right now I text Kitty a quick explanation, that I wasn’t feeling well and Min Ho took us home.

My reply was met with several other messages, but I just got inside our room, got changed and jumped into bed. Twenty minutes later the girls arrived in the dorm but I was  pretending I was asleep, which I almost was, so a little white lie. They would’ve wanted to know what happened and I wasn’t quite ready to fake having a relationship in front of my friends.

<3 <3 <3

Over the next few days all was pretty normal, I didn’t see much of Min Ho outside of lessons, he was busy with avoiding his father and I was busy helping Kitty figure out who this Simon guy we are searching for is. Though on Thursday morning there was some flowers delivered to our door whilst we were having breakfast, I managed to get to the card before the girls thankfully and since then they wouldn’t stop prying.

That was until tonight, our weekly movie nights, I was feelings blessed with the fact that it was finally Friday, but I also didn’t know how to behave.

“I’m dreading whatever we’re gonna watch tonight,” Yuri says as we walk through the boy’s dorm building.

Kitty is flinging her popcorn bag, “I know I hate it when the boys pick, it’s always some kind of action film,” she says.

“They’re not always that bad,” Julianna says bringing Yuri’s hand, which she was holding, up to her lips to give it a kiss.

Even though I didn’t mind the action films or the thrillers it was when they put on horror films that I wanted to run and hide- I don’t judge what people like but it’s lowkey not for me.

“Oh guys remind me to ask Jin for that smoothie recipe before we leave tonight,” Yuri says as we arrive at the door. Kitty reaches for the handle and lets herself right in, we all take our shoes off and say hello to everyone. Giving the boys the benefit of the doubt they did prepare hot drinks and brought some blankets into the living area.

“Are you girls ready to dive into Infested?” Min Ho says coming out his and Dae’s room, the latter following behind him with a closed lipped smile.

“Nooo,” I drag out and look at Q begging him for some support, he just gives me one of those pitying smiles. That night on the way back from the club I told Min Ho that I refused to go watch the film in cinemas or at all.

Dae pats my shoulder as he walks past, “Sorry Y/n it was Min Ho’s turn to pick this time,” he said taking the drinks from the counter and passing them out to those who have already sat down.

Min Ho took a place on the edge of the sofa, I helped Q grab the bowls with snacks and lay them on the table as the others chatted, Jin was using the remote to turn on the film. I look towards Kitty to go join her and sit in front of the sofa when Min Ho catches my eye.

He nods his head ever so subtly, urging me to come sit next to him, I abide with some reluctance.

“L/n” he says lifting the blanket, I sit down with my legs curled up to my body, “I really do think you’re going to hate this movie,” his smile is sadistic, I go to elbow him and he flinches away.

“That’s my opinion,” I say sweetly.

After asking if everyone was ready Jin turned the movie on, and as expected it was creepy and eerie and my mouth was curled up in discomfort within the first 15 minutes. When everyone is deeply focused on the film I turn my head to Min Ho slightly.

“Also- flowers. Really?” I whispered shaking my head.

“Do you want this to be believable or not?” he said back still watching the screen, does he actually send flowers to the girls he was dating, just because?

“Who knew you were such a gentleman,” I teased and I just watched him roll his eyes before turning back to the screen, my distraction did not want to distract me from whatever the hell was happening on the screen.

About half an hour passed before jumpscare scared me so bad that I turned my head to the side covering my eyes and almost hit Min Ho who was sat very close to me. A low chuckle escaped him, then he was laying his arm around me, I felt myself stiffening, it was unexpected, but it only took a second for my body to relax.

After Kitty returned from the toilet later on during the movie she looked at me, her eyes widening as if I’d grown another head, her eyes scanned from me to Min Ho, back to me then to him in a questioning look. After I failed to satisfy her need for answer she sat back down and pulled her phone out, then I felt another two pairs of eyes on me, but I forced myself to keep my eyes on the screen. How long did we have of this film yet?

At some point Min Ho started to brush his fingers back and forth across the skin on arm, it was calming, and if it was anyone else, in any other circumstance I’d find it endearing, romantic.

When the movie was finished, I was half asleep on the sofa, my head on Min Ho’s chest, no one said anything about our position as they started getting up and cleaning, but they did look back once or twice to check if they were seeing things right.

I got up to help washing up, putting my jumper back on after unfurling from the warm blanket.

“So don’t worry guys we’ll be back with a super cheesy romance next week!” Kitty says clapping her hands together and then hugging Q goodbye. I laid the tea towel on counter ready to go get my shoes back on too.

One step into my journey I was stopped, everyone was still chatting and getting ready to leave, as a pair of arms wrapped around me.

“Bye babe,” came Min Ho’s voice, a little louder than usual, just to make sure everyone heard, and before I knew what was happening, he was turning me around slightly, his eyes going to my lips, then to my eyes, and he clearly did not read the panic in my eyes as he leaned down and kissed me briefly.

“Bye,” I said almost breathlessly, turning back to see all our friends trying to hide their shock.

The walk back to our dorm was very quiet, Yuri complained that no one reminded her to get the smoothie recipe from Jin and Kitty was listing rom coms, but what would usually be loud was rather quiet.

That was until we were all within the space of our dorm.

“What the hell was that?!” Yuri exclaimed  

“Yeah, I think you have some explaining to do,” Kitty says fidgeting excitedly

I hang up my jacket before turning back to them, “Guys it’s not a big deal,”

“Not a big deal!” Kitty started, “Is this where you disappeared to last week after ditching us at the club

“Actually, you guys all ditched me…”

Julianna joined in “So not the point, but seriously you can’t say it’s not a big deal,”

“You and Min Ho have been butting heads all of last semester,” Yuri states.

“That’s irrelevant, what happened that night?” Kitty pestered excitedly.

I lifted myself to sit on the island counter, “He ended up coming to the club so he could listen to the DJ, he thought he might hire her for his next party, I bumped into him on my way outside, the hot air was giving me a headache and we just talked, and then came back and talked some more,” I pull my lips into a shy smile.

��Just talked?” Yuri says consciously.

“Okay talked and then, we kissed, it was an in the moment thing but then yeah, we’re just in this kind of middle ground where I don’t really know what’s going on,”

“Oh my God, so the flowers the other day were from him?” Yuri pieces it all together.

“I mean I have literally been telling you guys for moths,” Kitty says turning to the other two girl putting her hand out, palm upwards, “You both owe me,” she says. I shook my head and jumped down from the counter, Kitty had once said as a one off to me that maybe this line of annoyance with each other was more, but I just brushed her off, and now I feel bad tricking her, but it wouldn’t be for long.

<3 <3 <3

We all got stuck into the semester really fast the next few weeks, lessons were harder, and Kitty was actively doing opposite of what her intention was this semester with Praveena and Yuri, but at least we were making progress on her family situation. Min Ho and I were acting like a happy couple every time we all met up or Marco was around, which was decreasing the more times he saw Min Ho with his arm around me or whispering something judgy about someone else in my ear making me laugh.

This meant we started spending more time together and I was learning so much about him, one night when everyone else went out we cooked dinner, well more accurately he cooked dinner whilst I tried helping but he just sent me away to the other side of the kitchen island and I watched him sheepishly.

“Stop looking at me like that L/n” he said not even looking up from the vegetables he was chopping, and I felt a blush rise on my face.

There was also the first time I spent time in his room, we had been texting and I was complaining about homework for one of the classes and he told me to just come over and he would help me. We were doing homework sat on his bed listening to music, his back pressed against the wall, and I was laying on my stomach facing him as we worked out the answers.

The someone creaked open the door slightly, “I want to come in so stop making out!” Dae warned and Min Ho and I looked at each other as if that was the most disgusting thought. He was not a bad kisser, in fact the last few weeks I’ve found out quite the opposite, but I wasn’t about to boost his ego.

We all also ended up going to the Moon’s cabin for the holiday weekend, unfortunately his dad didn’t come up, Min Ho said that there was something more important with his favourite son. He played it off cooly, but I could see the hurt in his eyes but he said he didn’t want to talk about it.

That first night when everyone else had fallen asleep I snuck out to the kitchen to get some water, and there was Min Ho sat on the sofa scrolling through his phone, he looked tired with the light illuminating his face in the dark.

“Can’t sleep?” I asked, but he just murmured a reply. I grabbed a blanket and went to sit down next to him, “maybe you should talk to him Min Ho,” I raised the idea gently.

He shook his head and put his head down, “And say what? Oh by the way dad thanks for not coming to the weekend getaway you wanted and always choosing everything and everyone else over me, I don’t think so” he says sharply but I know it’s directed at me. I turn his face to look at me, the persona falls then.

I put my arms around him and pull him close into a hug, running my hand up and down his back and nape as his head is hidden against my neck.

“Be careful L/n or you’ll actually fall in love with me,” he said turning his head ever so slightly to look at me.

“You wish,”

But he didn’t move away, we sat in silence for a while and when I whispered his name I got no reply, only to notice that he’d fallen asleep.

The Kitty came out the corridor to see us, I was running a hand through his hair as I was also starting to doze off, and Kitty whispered, “Is he okay”.

I nodded, “Yeah he will be,”, and then she was heading back to the bedroom with an I told you smile. Over the last few weeks, I did come to care for Min Ho more, as a friend, I got to know more about him and how he’s actually a human with his own shit going on, but he just doesn’t let people in. The rest if our time was spent, playing games and sitting in the hot tub in the evening, there was minimal drama apart from the whole Yuri, Julianna, Kitty and Praveena love letter, and Min Ho’s dad bailing but we made the most of the trip.

By the time we got back it was only two weeks until the school’s annual ball, this year’s theme was going to be ‘Blossom Ball’. In all honesty I didn’t think Min Ho and I would be keeping this thing up for so long but maybe it was time to end it before the ball, I knew more than a couple girls were hoping for my downfall so they could go with him, and in part I did feel guilty, one of these girls could be someone he could really fall for.

After overhearing another not-so-subtle conversation in one of my extracurricular classes I decided that it was time to put it to an end.

That was until I was walking through the common room area and was bombarded by 5 people with signs, pink glittery writing spread out on them, music was turned on really loud behind me, a well known Korean love song. The signs read:

‘Y/n’ ‘Will you’ ‘go to’ ‘the dance’ ‘with me?’

Then Marco burst through the crowd of guys with a single flower in his hands, dropping down to one knee in front of me.

I could feel the eyes of all the other students, and their whispers, mostly judging Marco, because like come on, from the onlooker of an outsider, who asks out a girl to prom when she’s had a boyfriend for the past two months? I could feel the frustration building up under my skin.

“Marco can you just give it a break! I have a boyfriend, that I really like for gods sake. Leave me alone!” I say with more fire than I had intended

“I guess that’s my cue, excuse me mate,” Min Ho says coming from behind Marco who is stuck with a mortified face looking towards us.

“Now that that joke of a man is out the way, will you go to the Blossom Ball with me L/n” he asked lifting the pink roses he held, for a moment something fluttered in my heart and I reminded myself this is not real, it’s for show. I just needed to get through the ball and then we could go back to the way things were, and my heart would stop doing summersaults every time he touched me or smiled at me.

I pulled the ‘are you joking face’ and a smile, a genuine smile, spreads over my lips, I can almost drown out the pathetic complaints from Marco. A but of guilt was eating away at me but not even those surrounding us were paying him any pity, still those who were looking  were looking at Min Ho and I.

“Yes, of course,” I reply and reaching for the flowers, the second they’re out of his hands both of them are on my face and he kisses me boldly and I can feel myself blush at the reactions of all the students. The thing about Min Ho was that he didn’t need big signs or loudly blaring music to make something grand and meaningful.

“Well, I hope you have a black dress to wear so you can match my suit,”

“And what If I don’t?” I asked in a challenge.

“Then I guess you’ll be going with Mr grand gesture over there,” he points his thumb behind his back and shrugs before walking away. I watch him walk away for a moment, the audacity of this kid.

“You coming?” he asked turning around briefly and I shake my head before catching up with him.

<3 <3 <3

Thankfully the dress that I bought a while back was black and I have to admit I was looking fucking hot, with my hair curled and let down, my makeup and the black and white corsage that Min Ho dropped off earlier.

“Well well well, Min Ho is being treated tonight,” Kitty says coming out from the bathroom, now too in her dress, a satin red gown, she looked absolutely stunning, anyone would be lucky to have her.

“And who are you planning on wooing tonight Miss Covey,” I said pointing up and down her body, “You look stunning Kitty, all eyes will be on you,” I tell her and she comes give me a hug, everything in Kitty’s love life was still a little bit on fire and in chaos but she was dealing with it, I was there for her. She was doing okay and we found her family, who wasn’t exactly talking to her yet but we got the letters from Peter and we would make them listen one way or another.

We finished getting ready and headed out, the ball was on the other side of campus in one of the new buildings, I couldn’t wait to see all the decorations, and the view was said to be absolutely stunning. We met Yuri and Julianna outside the dorm building and made our way over together. The air was a perfect mix of fresh but also pleasantly warm so none of us had to wear jackets.

“You guys all look absolutely fire,” Q states the second he sees us in an exaggerated voice, complimenting little things about our looks and conveying that we may burn the building down with how hot we look.

“Is it time we talk about you now diva? Come on give us a spin,” Kitty exclaims and helps him do a little twirl. Then Jin comes back with 2 drinks and drags Q to the dance floor, Julianna and Yuri follow.

“So,” Kitty says hands behind her back and looking out at the huge room, it truly was stunning, there was petals everywhere and the colour scheme mixed pink and white and black and gold, it looked elegant, and almost too fancy for a school, “Where’s the lucky guy?” she asks.

“His dad needed something from him, but he should be here soon,” I said and spotted Praveena in my eyeline, Kitty’s gaze followed mine, “Maybe now’s the time?” I suggested, Kitty has been trying to work up the courage to talk to her since everything went down at the cabin but she can’t seem to find a way and it’s been eating away at her.

She asked five times if I was okay being left along for a while and I urged her to go, she deserved to be happy, and something was telling me that Praveena might be willing to hear her out. I headed over to the bar to get myself a drink, pulling out my phone to see a message from my mom asking me to call me when I’ve got a quiet minute. A wave of anxiety passes through me.

“Hi, are you okay?” I look up at the unfamiliar voice.

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry, I’m Josh, you just started to look really pale I thought you were about to faint or something,” he stuck his hand out, the boy has dark blonde hair, and he is learning against the bar with a friendly smile.

I shoved my phone back into my little purse, and shook his hand, “No I’m okay, thanks though,”

“Unpleasant message?” he asks and sits down, I take a seat next to him and explain that my family had a poor history of messaging me something really vague things when it was actually something serious and it would make me worry, he then took it upon himself to make me laugh, in his words laugher was one of the best medicines. I found he was from the year above and originally from Canada, and that he wanted my number and to take me out.

The conversation was enjoyable, and he bought me another drink so I gave him my number, he even wanted to dance but I couldn’t not save my first dance for my ‘boyfriend’, Kitty would be devastated. When he left to go to talk to some of his friends, I looked at the time, I hadn’t realised an hour and a half had passed already.

It was then that a figure walking in caught my eye. Min Ho was wearing a stunning black and white suit, his hair in his classic style and yet it looked extra lush right now. Watching him run his hand through it felt as though it was in slow motion. Q who was stood near the entrance caught his searching eyes and pointed in my direction.

“You look… pathetic,” he says in that very Min Ho way of his as he walks over, head turning slightly to the side observing my dress.

I smile subconsciously, “You too,”.

“I’m sorry I’m so late you know how my dad is, when he’s in a good mood it’s one thing after another,” he said earnestly.

I shook my head, brows scrunching, “Oh no don’t worry, I met a new friend, so he kept me company,”

“Who was it?”

“His names Josh, he’s in the year above us,” I say but Min Ho doesn’t seem to look impressed.

He reached his hand forward, a few strands of hair falling forwards, “Come on let’s dance,” he says completely ignoring what I just said, “You think people will believe you’re actually my girlfriend if I don’t even dance with you,”.

A reminder rings in my head, “True, Marco might think it’s his time to swoop in,” I say and something about his facial expression changes ever so slightly, the change so small and sudden that I can’t read it before it’s gone.

He doesn’t say anything just takes a hold of my hand and pulls me towards the dance floor, we stand before each other for less than a second before I reach my hands to rest around his neck, a small awkward chuckle escapes him. This wasn’t new, I have been in very close contact with him, but this felt different.

“Plus, I know this is your favourite song,” he says looking right into my eyes, as if he could see right into my soul.

We talked about Kitty, and Q and Jin, and his dad, and what was going to happen with the big talent competition, and what our plans were for the summer neither of us noting that when these plans were happening this was going to be over. Without either of us realising about three songs had passed, we made each other laugh and then tried to pull serious faces but my attempts were poor in comparison to his.

“This is not fair

“I lo- I really, really like your laugh,” he says correcting himself, I brush him off and move one arm to brush my hair behind my ear. He lifted his hand and tucked the side of my hair behind my ear, then his fingers went to my chin to lift my gaze towards him, his eyes scanning my face.

“L/n” he said, and I could feel my heart rate increase.

“Y/n!” Kitty’s voice shouted out as she approached with our friends, the music turned upbeat and she was pulling my arm to come dance with them, and that’s how the rest of the dance was spent, drinking fancy looking mocktails and running around and dancing with our friends.

It was a few days later when my mom had flown into Seoul and was going to meet me in a restaurant at the edge of town, I told Min Ho that I was more than capable of going by myself, but he insisted that drive and come with me, I only let him when he agreed to stay in the car. In the car he argued at me about not telling him my mom was flying in and that she could have used his family’s private jet rather than coach but I told him he was just being ridiculous.

When we arrived at the restaurant I saw mom through the window, she was wearing bright colours and had a gleaming smile on her lips as she scrolled on her phone. Some of the anxiety that I was feeling the last couple of days started to fizzle away. I pulled the sleeves of the hoodie that I stole from Min Ho in the car up and walked in.

“Y/n honey!” my mom stood up to give me an embrace.

“How are you mom?” I asked, “I’ve missed you, and dad,” I said I took the seat opposite her.

She brushes her hair behind her ear, “Oh it’s been quite chaotic I do have to say,” she starts and grabs a menu, “But let’s order food first then I’ll explain,” she said, I swallowed down and even though I wanted to argue I chose not to, not yet.

The food arrived and it was delicious, mom was talking telling me about some work drama and my aunt’s new baby which was lovely, but she was avoiding whatever she came here to tell me about. After she laid down her cutlery and picked up her phone I spoke up.

“Mom, can you tell me what’s going on?” I asked nervously.

The look in her eyes when she looked up at me had my heart dropping, brows burrowing and worry painting itself over my face.

“Your dad and I are getting a divorce,”

The world stopped. It was like I’d heard her say the words, but they weren’t registering in my head.

“We’ve been separated since you went back to school after the break,”

“What? How long has this been going on?” I asked frantic.

Mom moved her hand over the table and grab mine, they were soft and warm, “About halfway through last semester, we- we’ve been trying to make it work but we’ve decided we’ll be happier this way,” she said, her thumb running over my skin was not comforting. In all truth it was making me feel nauseous.

I didn’t say another word, I grabbed my phone and stood up, putting it in my back pocket and ignoring my mom’s words, her calls out to me. The only thing I could see clearly was the door, I needed fresh air.

When I was outside I couldn’t stop walking, I headed towards the outside area of the restaurant, towards the back of the fenced land.

“L/n!” a voice called but I didn’t turn around.

“Y/n!” they called again, at this point I reached the end of the land looking outward tears rolling down my face.

“Y/n are you okay? What happened?” Min Ho was asking frantically looking me over.

“They’re getting a divorce,” I whispered, the phrase sounded foreign on my lips, “Which means it was all for nothing,”

His brows furrow and he steps closer, “What was for nothing?”

“My whole childhood I spent listening to them argue, being the one in the middle, smoothing out the creases, bring the common ground, it was all for nothing,” I said again and felt the tears doubling.

“It’s going to be okay, it’s going to get better,” he said and reached his arms wide towards me, I took a few deep breaths and let out a sob, before wrapping my arms around him and letting him pull me close as I cried into his chest, shaking my head in denial.

He brushed his fingers over my hair moving it out of my face, holding me tightly.

“You must think I’m such a mess. You definitely did not sign up for this,” I say trying to add a playful tone, but it came out more pathetic than anything.

“Y/n I’d be more worried if you weren’t reacting like this,” he said laying his chin on my head, “You’re” he paused momentarily, “You’re kind and caring and loyal and have had a lot of pressure put on you your whole life, it’s normal for you to feel like this, this panicking need to fix it, even when you know you can’t make everyone happy,” he explained and I could feel my heart start to slow as I followed his breathing subconsciously.

After another few moments I took another deep breath and pulled away, still holding onto the sides of his open denim jacket, and him the sleeves on the hoodie, not much further apart.

“Thank you,” I said, and he wiped the last of my tears off from under my eye.

“That’s what I’m here for,” he said and then his eyes went from my eyes to my lips and back up, I could feel him leaning closer and my body naturally reacted, as if it were a dance it knew well. Then his lips were on mine, and they were soft and warm, and moved at exactly the right pace. I kissed back without a second thought, poured everything I was feeling into it, he pulled me close to his body. That’s when the second thought came and I pulled away.

“Min Ho, stop, what are we doing?” I asked, running my hand over my forehead, everything in my head a big mixture of mixed emotions and I could feel the tears building up again, the pressure in my chest making my shoulders rise, “There’s no one here, no need to pretend,”

“Y/n”

“In fact, I think the mission has ran its course,” I started, “Marco’s not bothering me anymore, so thank you, for everything, really. But we’ve been avoiding this because we don’t want things to be weird, but I think it’s time to come back to reality,” the words felt like sandpaper in my throat, “we should head back,” I said looking at his face, such a mixture of emotions on his face that I couldn’t read them. I forced myself to walk past him, he didn’t follow straight away but then his steps echoed behind mine.

We sat in silence the whole way back to K.I.S.S and I got out the car before he could say anything, I rushed to my dorm only to be met with all three of the girls upon arrival. The second they spotted me, all faces concerned and I started to cry again. Greving my parents divorce and what felt like the loss of a friendship I so desperately didn’t want to end, my words were harsh, and I didn’t want to lose his him, but his face was a clear sign.

They all questioned what happened, Julianna made me a tea, Yuri brought in a blanket and Kitty cooed me in her arms. I didn’t mention Min Ho, I didn’t know how to go about that yet, I didn’t want to make either of us look like dickheads, ending this right after what I found out about my parents.

I managed to give myself a huge migraine, so I went to bed early, and fell asleep after crying for what felt like hours.

When I woke up in the middle of the night I looked at my phone to see the time, and what was a few messages from Min Ho.

(20:30) Posh boy: Are you feeling any better?

(20:58) Posh boy: Do you need anything? I can bring some chocolate or ice cream

(21:25) Posh boy: Please answer I’m worried about you

The last was sent a couple minutes ago,

(02:23) Posh boy: I know you’re asleep, but I’ve ordered your favourite tea and those biscuits that you love to steal from me, they should get here tomorrow

(03:00) Posh boy: Night L/n

I turned my phone back on its other side and turned around to face the other side in my bed, and forced myself to go back to sleep.

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I barley left the dorm for days, at the end of the weekend I sent an email to Alex explain the situation and explaining that I needed a few days, he accepted the request if I kept on top of the work. On Wednesday I went back to lessons, I hadn’t spoken to Min Ho since that day, he was probably avoiding me, just like I was avoiding him.

Josh and I had been texting a load since the night of the ball and I was staring to feel like maybe it could go somewhere, he respected that I needed some space right now but was already planning on some activities for us to do when I was up for it. It was making my heart hurt a little less.

When Friday rolled around, I knew I would have to face him: move night. 

The girls got in their comfies in the evening and were grabbing the snacks we bought earlier in the day, ready to head out to the boy’s room. I was dreading it and if the girls realised, I was being quiet they didn’t say anything.

When we arrived all was pretty normal. We made hot drinks and put out the snacks. Min Ho didn’t say anything to me and I hadn’t engaged either. He was sitting in his usual spot on the side of the sofa but I took a seat on Kitty’s side and laid my head on her shoulder, she quickly laid her arm around me and put her head on mine, rubbing my arm to soothe me, to tell me she’s got me. I think they all knew something was off between Min Ho and I too, that it wasn’t just the divorce I was upset about anymore, but they we’re giving me time.

I paid very little attention to the film and was ready to leave as soon as it was over. When we were back into our room Kitty sighed and turned around to me, “What’s going on with you and Min Ho, you guys seemed off tonight?” she asked.

I turned to her quickly, “We’ve ended things,” I say quickly “I think we’re figuring out how to behave around each other again,” I said earnestly.

Kitty looked both confused and worried, “Did something happen? Don’t get me wrong I love the guy but if he hurt you, I swear,” she started coming over to sit on the edge of my bed.

I gave her a sad smile, “Kitty, we just didn’t work,” I said and everything about the look on her face said she didn’t believe me, but she took the hint when I slid down my pillow and wrapped myself up in my duvet.

On Monday when I was walking to Mr Moon’s class for managers when I overheard Kitty and Min Ho talking inside, I quickly stepped back and listened from outside.

“Min Ho you’re losing her, she was so happy, literally glowed when you guys first got together, what happened?” Kitty demanded, “and don’t tell me things just didn’t work out because I’ve already heard that excuse, be honest with me,”.

I could hear a shuffle, and Min Ho taking a deep breath, “I don’t think she’d want us to be having this conversation right now,” he said.

‘Min Ho whatever you did I can see in your eyes that you care for her, so fix it before it’s too late,” Kitty says softly this time, then there’s a silence, “Oh my god,” she continued, “It wasn’t you, she ended it,” Kitty said.

“No, Kitty come on, it was a mutual decision,” he tried to argue, he tried to put in some conviction into it, but the lie was coming out weak.

“Min Ho,” Kitty said with conviction, “If you care for her you’ve got to fight, one thing I’ve learned from Lara-Jeans is that love isn’t easy and doesn’t always start in the way you expect it to, but it is worth it,” she said.

“Oh, hey Y/n,” Praveena said coming up to me, I could hear shuffles in the classroom “I wonder what Mr Moons has planned for this lesson,” she said completely ordinarily.

“Sorry I’ve got to go,” I said walking away quickly.

Later that afternoon after lessons had finished, I was leaving the main building to head back to the dorm, we were all having dinner in the boy’s dorm tonight and I was already running late because I had to tutor and bless the girl, but she was clueless. I was trying to use my arms to shield my face as much as possible from the rain that chucking down.

Then I heard a voice shout out, I turned around to see Min Ho, waking towards me.

“Y/n!” he called out and I stopped in my tracks, “finally you give me the time of day,” he says sharply, his tone makes me stand up straighter, “firstly so much for staying friends and acting normal,” he said and then ran a hand through his hair, water dripping down his face, “secondly-”

I interrupted him, “I’m sorry,”

“Y/n/”

“Look I’ve been talking to Josh and I-” this time he tried to interrupt me but I prevailed “Min Ho, he’s a good guy and I think,” I sighed, running my tongue over my lips, “I could really like him, and there’s plenty of girls waiting for you to give them a chance, but this thing between us, we blurred the lines and we need to stop” I said with the frustration coming through, rain falling harshly down my face, this is already hard enough, to know this is going to end, so why is he making it harder, giving my heart beats of hope, “We both deserve something real,” I sounded tired, even to my own ears.

“Y/n I don’t want this to end,” his voice came out just above a whisper, and I felt my heartbeat triple.

“What?” I asked, quieter than I expected.

“Look I know this was not the plan, but- I went to the club that night because I saw Marco and his buddies leave and they were teasing him about finally making a move on you, so I followed them, but I didn’t know why yet, then somewhere in this whole situation I realised that I was jealous, then it became real and I realised I didn’t want it to end, and ever time you’d bring up that we we’re doing it because of Marco it crushed me,” he said and I just stated at him.

“I think I fell in love with you,” he said looking at me, the rain pouring down his face, “A little bit… or a lot,”.

My eyes scan his face frantically. Min Ho had fallen for me. Just like I had fallen for him. Before he could move or say anything else, I fling my arms around him and kiss him passionately, holding him as close as I possible could, and that was still not close enough.

“I love you too,” I said after I pulled away, laying my forehead against his, I could see him smile before I closed my eyes again and he pulled me into a tight embrace. It felt like the relief was coursing through both of our bodies.

“It’s good to hear you finally admit it,” he said back to his natural cockiness, “Everyone eventually falls for me, it’s my charm unfortunately,” he said.

“Well stop using it on other girls or I might get jealous,”

“You know what? That does kind of make me feel some sort of way, I quite like my imaginary version of you jealous and it’s quite hot,” he muses, and I just pull him in for another kiss, running my hands through his hair. His hands on my waist pulling me close.

Then when we came back into the building, whilst still soaked, we came clean to our friends, and whilst most of them were shocked Kitty was very offended, but all in all they were glad we worked it out because it was obvious long before this that there was something bubbling under the surface.

“I can’t believe you pulled a Lara-Jean on me! Now I’ve fallen for it twice,” Kitty said running her hand over her forehead.

“I think this means Y/n is taking over the title of chaos queen,” Q said shaking his head, and everyone started laughing, Min Ho had his arm around me, and I naturally leaned into his chest as I giggled, and he kissed my forehead.

[impulseheaven]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ Hatred - Katsuki Bakugo

cw: fem!reader , midoriya!reader , reader is a year below bakugo , cursing , suggestiveness , reader has boobs wc: 4.1k synopsis: Growing up you never liked Bakugo, atleast not until he started helping you train.

Bakugo will never forget the first time you stood up to him, it was his second year of middle school and your first. He had just smacked Deku’s books out of his hands, sending them sliding across the tiled floors. He wasn’t with his usual friends so his back wasn't guarded, he saw how Deku’s eyes looked over his shoulder but he paid it no mind.

Until he felt a hand on his shoulder, forcefully spinning him around. Before he could even grasp what was happening a fist landed on his jaw.

Which is how he landed himself in the emergency room, with his mom scolding him for being a ‘bully’ in her words.

From then on anytime he would pick on Deku you would quickly be there, arguing with the blonde until he left.

Now it was his second year of UA, he and Izuku had grown closer than before. They were friends again, and now you are in UA. You landed in 1-a, but that was a given. You had a good quirk and deserved the spot, but Bakugo would never tell you that.

You and him still didn’t get along, and you made it clear to everyone that you would never forgive him for everything he put your brother through. Although your brother tried to have you forgive him, you never gave in.

It wasn't only for what he did to your brother but also the fact you just didn’t like him, he was too cocky even now after all his ‘development’ as your brother called it.

Although you had friends in your class, you preferred hanging out with your brother and the people in his class. Today classes had just wrapped up, and you were back in your dorm. You had finished up the small amount of homework you had before changing out of uniform, putting on a pair of black sweatpants, your favorite pair of slippers, and a hoodie.

You headed over to the 2-A dorm building, thankfully Kirishima was also heading in so he let you in. You smiled at him, before you could thank him you heard the all too familiar voice. “What’re you doing here?”

Your smile quickly slid off your face and a scowl replaced it, “I'm here to see my brother idiot.” Bakugo scoffed, and Kirishima stirred him away.

You huffed before walking towards the common room where you found your brother, along with Shoto and Ochako. No doubt that Iida was still up in his dorm doing homework.

As you made eye contact with your brother your scowl disappeared and a smile was back on your face, you sat down next to Ochako who was sitting on the ground with her back against the couch.

“Hey guys,” You spoke aloud. You felt the familiar hand of your brother pat your head, “Hey feisty.” You huffed at the nickname that's stuck ever since middle school. You smacked your brother's hand away before he messed up your hair.

“Ochako do you think you could help me practice my quirk this weekend?” She turned her head to you with a smile, “Yea of course, it's always so fun to train with you!” You hummed in agreement as you smiled.

You spent the next couple of hours in their common room until eventually it was just you and your brother, you had moved up to the couch next to him after Shoto left.

You two were both on your own phones but enjoyed just hanging out with each other, eventually he turned off his phone and turned towards you prompting you to do the same.

Your phone was resting in your lap and your arm was propped on the back of the couch, “I heard you and Kacchan arguing whenever you came in.” You huffed already knowing the conversation that was about to begin. “He started it, I mean who else do I come here for?” Izuku frowned a bit. “Cmon yn, would it really be so hard for you to get along with him? You’ve known eachother since you were practically a baby.” You glared at him, “Well maybe if he wasn't such a..” you swung your hands around for a second to find the right word “snob!”

Izuku couldn’t help but sigh, and smile a bit as you struggled to find the right word. “Yes I know but I have forgiven him, can’t you do the same?” You shook your head “Nuh uh, not until he apologizes to me. He just doesn’t like me cause I stood up to him when you couldn’t do it for yourself.” Izuku didn’t argue back because he knew you had a point.

You grabbed your phone and checked the time before standing, “I gotta get back to my dorm, goodnight.” You heard your brother say a soft ‘goodnight’ back as you left the common room.

You had a scowl on your face until the moment you went to sleep.

It was now Saturday, you and Ochako were in one of the training gym’s. Of course Izuku took this opportunity to train with Bakugo on the other side of the gym much to your displeasure.

You could never fully focus on training whenever he could be watching, it made you feel weird and unfocused. Ochako and you were taking a small water break, splitting her chocolate granola bar with you as you both watched your brother and Bakugo fight. It was obvious to everyone that Izuku’s quirk was fading from his body, every time you watched your brother train you felt so bad.

You always felt so bad that you were the one with a quirk. He was always the stronger one at least physically, so you always felt like he deserved a quirk more than you.

Eventually the two boys took a break, “Alright c'mon let's get back to it” Ochako stood up and offered her hand to lift you up. You got up with a sigh, the both of you walking to the center of the gym since the two boys were taking a break now you had the whole space.

You clenched your hands into fists and spread them back out a couple times, feeling the strain in your fingers from overdoing it earlier. This round you realized you would have to rely more on actual fighting and not just your quirk which was a bit annoying but it would be fine.

You got into position, waiting for the go from Ochako. You noticed that Ochako always liked to get the first hit in fights which gave you an advantage.

Bakugo sat on the bench with his water bottle forgotten in his hand as he watched you fight, he couldn't help but focus on the way your chest was rising so rapidly, or the way your face was flushed and has sweat beads falling from your eyebrow and down to the corner of your mouth.

Unbeknownst to him Izuku watched as Bakugo stared at you with a smile, Izuku always grumbled at the idea of you getting with someone. That was his role as your older brother, but then and there is when he realized that if you liked Kacchan it would be fine.

Ochako ended up winning, and you couldn’t help but be angry with yourself. It was so annoying to have to rely on your quirk so much, but also be so weak when it came to hand to hand combat.

You and her walked over to where the boys were, Ochako and Izuku were having a conversation as you chugged a water. Seemingly so you didn’t have to go talk, and you ignored Bakugo’s presence knowing he’d probably jab insults at you for losing.

Once Bakugo was sure the other two were wrapped up in a conversation he nudged your shoe with his, looking up at you from where he was sitting. You looked over at him, taking the bottle away from your lips with a sigh. His eyes flickered down to your lips as you licked them before looking back up at your eyes, “What?”

His eyebrows pinched together at your tone, but he straightened his posture to calm himself down before speaking. “I can help you with hand to hand combat.. if you want or whatever.” He rushed out the last part as he looked away.

You were taken aback for a moment, but you couldn't deny that he was good. You huffed, closing your water bottle. “Yea sure… not like I need your help or anything.” He huffed as a smirk formed on his face, standing up and picking up his bag. “Yea right, keep telling yourself that.” He waved to Izuku and Ochako, but you glared at him once his eyes landed on you. His smirk only widened before he exited the gym.

You walked over to your bag and grabbed the small towel you always bring. Ochako excused herself to go the bathroom and you spoke up, “‘zuku can you help me with my quirk, whenever I use it too much it makes my fuckin’ hands strain and it’s starting to get on my nerves.” He hummed and you could tell his brain was racking for solutions, “Yea sure i’ll try to figure something out, but what were you and Kacchan talking about?”

You scoffed at the mere mention of him as you slid your gym bag onto your shoulder, “Doesn’t matter.” He could only smile at your words, he knew what you two were talking about. It’s easy for him to eavesdrop, from whenever he’d grow bored in middle school and listen in on other conversations.

“If you say so, well me and Ochako are gonna stay behind. You can go ahead and go if you want.” You hummed, “Alright i’ll see you later.”

He watched as you left, sitting in silence with a smile on his face until Ochako came back.

She walked up to him and rested her hands on her hips, “They totally like each other y'know.” He looked up at her with a smile, “Yea, I just don’t think they actually know it themselves.” The two laughed briefly about it before training with each other.

It’s been a week since then, but you still haven’t had the chance to see Bakugo to actually train with him. You have been staring at his contact in your phone for at least five minutes, not wanting to text him first but knowing the training will never happen if you don't.

Eventually you send him a short text ‘when can we train.’ After you press send you toss your phone onto your bed and groan. Turning back to the English homework you’ve been trying to do for the past two hours.

A ding filled the silent room and you looked over at your phone, standing up and walking to your bed. You grabbed your phone and read the text, ‘right now.’ You huffed and looked over at your homework before going back on your phone. ‘can’t, doing homework.’ almost immediately he texts back ‘what for?’ You can’t help but raise your eyebrows as he actually makes conversation with you, you hum before typing back ‘english, it makes no fucking sense.’

You bring your phone with you as you sit back at your desk, watching as the typing bubble appears and reappears a couple times causing you to pinch your brows together. Eventually he texts back, ‘come over and i’ll help.’ At this you eyes widen a bit, a first you thought about telling him to fuck off but then you remembered how high his grades always were. You huffed and stared back at the packet in front of you. Quickly accepting the fact you did need help anyways you texted back a quirk ‘omw.’

You packed up your stuff back in your backpack, you were already in a lounge set so you’d just wear that.

You walked over to the 2-a dorms with your backpack hanging off one shoulder and your phone in your pocket. As you walked past the common room you waved to Shoto who was eating some soba, which he seemed to do a lot more than he used to.

You went up to Bakugo’s door and knocked, and once it opened you were met with the sight of him in gray sweatpants and a black tank top. He huffed once he saw it was you, walking back into his room and leaving the door open for you.

You trailed in behind him, closing the door softly behind you. You stood awkwardly for a moment before moving to sit at his desk, only stopping once he grunted. “Sit on my bed, it's easier for me to help.” You hummed as you went over to the bed, it was all black and had two pillows. As you sat down you could smell his bed, it smelt like him.

You pulled out the homework packet you were given, flopping it down on the bed with your pencil. He was sitting with his back against the headboard, while you sat against the wall with your legs in a criss cross.

You sat silently as he picked up the packet, flipping through it before scoffing. You looked up at him to see a smug expression on his face, “this shit was easy last year.” You rolled your eyes, taking the packet out of his hands. “You said you would help, so either help me or I'll ask Shoto.” You knew you couldn't ask your brother because he lacked in English last year.

He rolled his eyes and eventually he began explaining it to you, helping you work through the packet and almost three hours later it was done.

You huffed and rolled your wrist around a couple times, you noticed as time went on that somewhere during the time of him helping you he moved to sit beside you. He was still a couple inches away but his leg kept brushing against yours.

You leaned against the wall, your back protesting against the way you’ve been hunched over for the past three hours. As you leaned back your shoulder knocked against his, causing him to jab your ribs with his elbow. You winced and looked over at him, “quit it asshole.” He only smirked and did it again.

Your brows furrowed and you elbowed him back, a bit harder than he did to you. He huffed, his face now had an expression much like your own. “Cut it out.” He lifted his hand and pushed you. You scoffed, pushing him back “you started it!” He continued on and pushed you again, and as you lifted your hand and went to push him his hand grabbed your wrist.

He pulled you closer, “Doesn’t matter who started it, I'm ending it.” You huffed, trying to free your hand from his grip. You noticed you could feel his breath against your lips, causing your eyes to flicker down.

Once he saw your eyes on his lips he couldn't help but stick his tongue out and lick over his bottom lip. Your eyes looked back up at him while the room grew quiet. His eyes flickered down to your lips before he let go of your wrist.

You stayed close to him for a moment before snapping out of that weird trance, packing up your stuff back into your bag. You stood off his bed and slung your backpack onto your shoulder, muttering a small “thanks.” Before quickly exiting his room.

You shuffled to the elevator, deciding to go hang out with your brother before heading back to your dorm. As the elevator went up images of Bakugo’s lips flashed in your mind again, causing your face to flush. What the hell was wrong with you?

You ignored it as the elevator opened, walking over to your brother’s door and knocking. As soon as he opened the door you didn't give him time to speak before you went in. You tossed your bag down on the ground before crawling onto his bed with a groan, flopping down.

You heard him close the door and walk over to the bed, laughing at your state “what happened now?” At this you sat up and faced him, “Stupid Bakugo that's what, I went over to his dorm for help on my english homework. He helped I guess..” You looked off to the side with a sigh before getting aggravated again. “Then after he had the audacity to jab me in my ribs, and whenever I did it back it suddenly became a problem!”

As you ranted on, Izuku sat down at his desk. Swinging his desk chair so he was facing you, “what’d he do that made you so pissed off?” You huffed, your face heating up again. Izuku picked up on this, sitting up with raised eyebrows. You muttered quickly “doesn’t matter” before moving topics.

A few days later it was time for Bakugo to help you with hand to hand combat, you were currently walking to the training gym he rented out for the day for you two to use. You had your gym bag and a water bottle in your hand, as you pushed open the gym door you saw him using a punching bag in the corner.

Your eyes shifted to his biceps that were bigger than you last remembered. Your eyes flickered back up to his face whenever you caught sight of him licking a bead of sweat above his lip. You huffed and walked over to the bench, setting your bag down next to his. You put your phone in the side pocket of your bag, taking a sip of water as you heard him walking over to you.

He was already huffing, taking a sip of his own water. You turned to face him with your hands on your hips, “what’re we doing today?” He shrugged and put his water down, “since you fucking suck lets just fight first, so I know what you need help with.” You grunted at his words, ignoring him as you walked to the center of the gym.

He followed after you as you both got into position, “ready?” You nodded once, trying to ignore how his muscles flexed.

Soon you two started, from the start it was clear he was a lot more experienced than you were. At one point he completely swiped your feet out from under you, which you’ll never live down.

As the fight went on, you side stepped to the left and went to kick him in the ribs, but he caught you off guard and grabbed your ankle. Pulling you as you both fell to the ground, him pinning you down.

His hand had your wrists in a grip above you, while he sat just above your lower abdomen not wanting to put all his weight on you. You tried the free yourself, tugging at your hands. He smirked as you struggled, only tightening his grip on you. You huffed and looked up at him.

His eyes drifted down to your chest as you heaved, noticing how much your breasts were on display in the tight gym tank top you were wearing. You watched as his eyes looked down to your breasts, feeling your face heating up. He let out a puff of air as one of his hands moved from your wrists to put a strand of hair that's fallen in your face behind your ear.

It seems after he did that he snapped out of it, immediately retracting his hands and getting off of you. Without a word he walked back over to his gym bag and drank some water, “We can continue tomorrow.” You propped yourself up on your elbows, “We barely even did anything today!” He rolled his eyes and put his bag on his shoulder. “Not my problem.”

As you went to protest he quickly exited the gym, you groaned and layed back down on the floor. You bit your lip as you reminisced about the moment you two had earlier, your eyes widened and you sat up. Holy fucking shit, you like Bakugo.

You huffed out a breath as you looked back at the door where he just exited. Placing your head in your hands, feeling how warm your face was. You hurriedly packed up your bag, walking to your dorm room.

Once you were inside you sat on your bed, staring down at you phone that was in your hands. You were staring at you and Bakugo’s messages, you retyped your message about a hundred times before groaning and tossing your phone away.

Bakugo was pacing in his room, phone in his hand as he watched the bubble pop up on your end. He waited for your text, watching as the bubble appeared and disappeared again and again. Once it didn't come back after a couple seconds he tossed his phone away, not caring where it went.

He huffed as he grabbed his shower caddy with all his bathroom essentials, a towel, and a change of clothes before stomping out his dorm and going to the showers. He made sure no one was coming as he stripped out of his sweaty clothes from earlier and stepped into the shower, yanking the curtain closed behind him.

He let the warm water run down his body and ran his hands through his hair. He opened his eyes and let the water run down his body. “What the hell is wrong with me?” He said aloud to no one in particular.

He raised his hand and placed it on his heart, feeling how fast it was beating. Jesus fucking christ, did he like..you?

Weeks have passed since then, you and him have been training three times a week. You’ve noticed how physically distant he’s been, as soon as one of you wins he's quick to back away. You tried to ignore it but today it bothered you more than usual.

You had him pinned after winning and you could tell he was itching to stand up and move away from you but you didn’t allow it. You tightened your hold on his wrists and looked at him, “why are you being so weird?” He huffed, trying and failing to tug his wrists away. “‘m not being weird.”

You raised your brows, both of you knew he was fibbing. “Yes you are, quit being a liar.” He rolled his eyes, catching his breath as he laid down. “Spit it out,” he glared at you. Your eyes drifted down to his lips, just like that one time. Watching as his tongue stuck out and coated his lips with saliva, and he watched as you stared at him.

A smug smirk etched on his face as your eyes flickered back up to his, you scowling at him. “What?” He stayed silent which only pissed you off more, tightening your grip on his wrists. “You sure do like to stare huh?” You blew some air out of your mouth, “yea only cause you're so ugly.”

It was a weak insult, you both knew it. You were just so caught off guard by being caught, but you quickly snapped back. “You’d only know I was staring if you were too.” You smirked as his disappeared, knowing you had caught him too. He stayed silent, eyes flickering down to your chest as your breathing was still harsh from the practice earlier.

Your face flushed as his eyes drifted to your chest, “perv.” You climbed off of him and walked over to the bench, sitting down as you opened your water bottle. Bakugo stayed laid out on the matt, “the hell did you just call me?”

You shrugged, watching as he sat up from the floor and slowly got up. Your eyes drifted to his arms as his muscles flexed as he stretched, coated in sweat. “Yea and I’m the pervert.”

You rolled your eyes, and looked away. He walked over to the bench and stood way too close as he drank from his water bottle. You had your head down as you caught your breath, only looking up once Bakugo knocked his foot against your leg.

You looked up at him as you kicked him back, “quit.” He rolled his eyes and stuffed his other hand in his pocket, “go out with me.” Your eyes widened a bit, “huh?”

After Bakugo realized he liked you the other week he immediately began planning dates, sure you both didn’t get along great. But he wasn’t a pussy, he wasn’t going to just wait around until you said something. Plus he wanted to beat you at saying anything romantic knowing it’d piss you off.

“Go out on a date with me, fuckin’ idiot.” You furrowed your brows despite the blush that was appearing on your already flushed cheeks. “Fine.” You rolled your eyes as you looked back down, biting your lip to suppress a giddy smile.

Bakugo smirked, scoffing as he took another sip of his water. “Alright let’s run it again.”

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[ccazimi]

Nightingale (pt. 2)

Read pt. 1 and pt. 3

CW: stepcest, period sex (oral, fingering), noncon/dubcon, wounding? (fingering with nails), namecalling (princess, pet, slut, etc.), squirting, fem reader, degradation, modern noncurse au, lmk if i missed anything else WC: 4.5k as usual, 18+, mdni

Morning sunlight streams into the window as you bite into the toast smothered in anko. Both your parents have already left to go to work, leaving just you finishing your meal and Yuuji scarfing down his next to you. Sukuna still hasn’t shown himself, to your relief, but you hasten your chewing to disappear into your room before he possibly decides to make an entrance.

You were almost scared to return home after your date last night, but luckily you didn’t run into Sukuna when you got back around 11 and let yourself in.

The date itself was pretty decent, especially for a first one. He’d taken you to a trendy new conveyor belt sushi restaurant, the night filled with laughter and playful banter that almost made you forget about what had happened right before.

Almost.

Unfortunately the awareness of its proof in your panties ruined your first ever kiss at the end of the night, effectively putting a damper on things when they started to heat up and he’d invited you back to his dorm at uni. You had been preparing for this night, for this moment, but suddenly it felt uncomfortable as you became even more conscious of the urge to peel off your undergarments and scrub your skin.

So instead you politely declined, rambling on about how your parents expected you home or something. If he knew it was an excuse, luckily he didn’t mind and the drive to drop you home was still in good spirits.

If you blocked out all memories of Sukuna from yesterday, it was actually a pretty decent night.

You finish up your toast before moving onto the yogurt with chunks of fruit in it, just about to dive in when you hear his footsteps and make out the silhouette of his frame coming down the hallway.

Though your eyes are steadily trained on mixing the yogurt your body still tenses and the hammering in your chest urges you to leave.

“Good morning, Sukuna!” Yuuji greets his older brother with his usual sunny disposition that does nothing to ease the prickling on your skin.

You can feel Sukuna’s eyes boring into you.

“What’s left to eat?” Sukuna asks lazily, pulling out a chair in front of you and taking a seat.

His voice is the last straw and you keep your eyes cast downward as you slowly stand up, holding the open container of yogurt.

“Eggs, toast, yogurt, coffee, some fruits. You goin’ to work today?” Yuuji replies through a mouth full of food.

“I am.” To your dismay, Sukuna turns his head in your direction before you can sneak away. “And where are you going?”

You swallow. “I’m done with my food and I have some homework to catch up on….” you mumble.

“It's bad manners to get up while we’re still eating,” Sukuna chides you. “Besides aren’t you gonna tell us how your date went last night?”

Just like Sukuna probably intended, Yuuji perks up at the mention and looks curiously at you.

“Date? You went on a date? How’d it go?!” he asks excitedly.

You glare at Sukuna and that stupid smug grin on his face as you sit back down.

His nerve never ceases to astound you.

“It went fine. We got dinner at that new conveyor belt sushi place.” You spoon some of the yogurt into your mouth.

“No one cares about that.” Sukuna reaches over to pluck the yogurt from your hands despite your protests. “So did you fuck or not?”

You turn pink as Yuuji pipes up. “Sukuna, give her yogurt back and stop asking her questions like that.”

The question wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t know as well as Sukuna did that he’d effectively made sure you couldn’t have sex with your date last night even if you wanted to.

“The princess can get a new one.” He finishes your yogurt in about two bites before setting the empty container back in front of you. “Yes or no?”

“We didn’t. Can you leave me alone now?” You snap a bit more sharply than you’d intended, causing Sukuna’s eyes to slant as you stand up to get another yogurt from the fridge.

“Watch your tone.”

“Let it go, Sukuna. Besides you’re being a jerk anyways, what did you expect?” Yuuji defends you with pure intentions but still you feel a bit embarrassed as you remember what Sukuna said last night about his “white-knighting”.

He probably thinks of you as sheltered, soft. Unable to defend yourself.

The thought irritates you more than it should and you promptly dismiss yourself after retrieving the yogurt, making your way past Sukuna and into your room.

The next day your date texts you asking if you want to go out again and while you do, luck just has it that your period starts, so you schedule for next week instead.

Two days pass by and between schoolwork, classes, and staying holed up in your room in pain, you don’t see Sukuna all that much.

That night you’re curled up on your bed in fetal position, unable to fall asleep thanks to the constant pinching in your belly. Not even the hot shower you took seemed to help, neither did the 500 mg of ibuprofen.

You’re considering if you have it in you to get up and make some hot herbal tea when you hear the motorbike pull up to the house before shutting off and the front door unlocking.

Sukuna must be back from his shift.

You check the time on your phone. It’s a bit after 1 am and with the quietness in the house you know both your parents and Yuuji would already be asleep right now, leaving only Sukuna awake and prowling about.

No tea tonight.

You curl up tighter as another especially sharp cramp pierces through your gut and you feel warm blood leak out into your pad, praying sleep will fall over you soon.

A few minutes later your hear footsteps coming up the stairs, your breath involuntarily pausing, waiting for him to walk by your room.

Except he doesn’t.

The doorknob starts to turn and your mind races at what he could possibly want or be doing at this hour. You bury your face into your pillow facing your back towards the door, shutting your eyes as you hear it open.

For a few seconds everything is perfectly still and you think he might have left.

Then, an abrupt peculiar sensation makes you jump- long fingers on your scalp, stroking through the length of your hair. The feeling makes your stomach curl and you snap your head around to tell him to fuck off.

“What do you want?” you hiss, biting your lip to hold in a wince as another brutal cramp rips through you.

The only light in your room is the pale moonlight streaming in, illuminating just the contours of his face, the rest of his figure cloaked in shadows and barely visible where he's standing by your bed.

“I knew you weren’t sleeping.”

“Get out. I don’t want to deal with you right now.” The pain in your abdomen made you more irritable than usual, growling at him as you turn your face back into the covers.

You feel the bed dip under his weight, gasping as your face is grabbed by the chin and twisted back to look at him. “And who do you think you’re talking to? You’re feeling brave tonight, huh?”

Another cramp. You stay silent, hoping he’ll leave if you don’t provoke him further.

Instead, he lets go of your face to swat you lightly. “Move.”

You want to deny him but between the pain and your fear of angering him you do as he says, still facing away as you shift to the other side of the bed. Sukuna crawls in beside you under the sheets, scooting close as he lies down and pulls you in so that he’s spooning you.

Your chest is fluttering at the warmth of his body against yours more than you’d like and you conveniently blame it on the state of your menstrual hormones.

“You know how much I hate that bratty attitude of yours…” he sighs against the back of your neck, rubbing his lips along as the hand on your hip pulls you even tighter.

“How was work?” you ask quietly, shifting tactics and hoping you can loosen the building heat by asking him normal and mundane questions.

“Fine. It’s a nice restaurant, the kind you take a girl to for a first date.” He lifts his head a bit while his fingers begin trailing the length of your body, down over the tops of your thighs and back up to skim across your clothed abdomen. “Not a conveyer sushi belt place.”

“I liked it, okay? It was a good date,” you huff a bit defensively. “Besides I don’t think any college student has the money for kaiseki as a first date.”

Sukuna offers no response apart from a slight chuckle, though his fingers are growing bolder in their exploring in a way that has your breathing quickening slightly.

You tense as another cramp seizes your uterus but the pain is quickly overshadowed by the feeling of his hand abruptly slipping under the hem of your top and reaching up to cup your breast.

“What are you doing?” you whisper as your own hand comes up to pull his off while you shoot a worried glance to the door to your room still ajar behind you. “Wh-what if mom or dad…or Yuuji see-”

“So what if they do?” Sukuna nips playfully at the shell of your ear. “I’m just helping my little sister fall asleep…”

You suppress a shiver down your spine, disgust at his disturbing words settling down into unwanted sparks in your gut. Your hand loosens its grip on his and just as soon he squeezes your sore breast, drawing a sharp gasp from you.

“Could you at least close the door? In case someone walks by?” you plead quietly as another one of his arms slip under you and wrap around to grope your chest with both hands. “Ow, ah-”

“Close the door? Why?” His fingers are kneading the tender tissue of your tits, making you wince. “What do you plan on doing with me?” he teases, pressing his hips up into your ass to make sure you can feel his hardening dick. “Gonna jerk me off with your panties again?”

Heat blooms across your cheek, once again caught between yourself and the repulsion that's slowly morphing into a dark desire, only encouraged by the pads of his fingers tracing your areolas, nipples hardening under the touch.

Its just your hormones you repeatedly try to reason with yourself again and almost on cue, your uterus contracts again. The cramps along with the pain from your aching breasts being massaged and the heat infecting your brain is all too much.

“S-stop, Sukuna…it hurts,” you say hoping it’ll convince him to ease up at the very least as you squirm against his hands groping your chest.

“You’re so fucking fragile. I’m barely even squeezing them.”

“Well they’re already sore because I’m-” You hesitate for some reason. “..on my period.”

His movements pause and relief washes over you.

“I know.”

And just like that your stomach is up in knots again. “Huh?”

Suddenly the heat of his body against yours dissipates as he gets up from the bed before peeling back the layers of your blanket.

You’re about to protest when you catch a look at his expression, a wolfish grin plastered on his face that's visible even in the faint moonlight.

Before you know it his hands are gripping your ankles, pulling you unceremoniously to the edge of the bed where he kneels by it on the ground.

“Sukuna? Stop it, what are you doing?” you whisper frantically trying to keep your voice quiet despite the growing panic at being unable to do anything but flail about helplessly in the sheets.

“Consider this another gift, princess. I’m gonna show you how a real man eats so that my little sis never settles for anything less from another man.”

“Eats? You can’t possibly mean-”

Oh, but clearly that's exactly what he means, judging from how he's gripping the waistband of your pajamas to tug them down.

“Sukuna. I’m on my period, please not now, please can’t we do this after or something?” You realize you’re already crying as you desperately try to reason with him. “You won’t like the taste, that’s just gross-”

More tears well in your eyes as you watch his sinister smile grow wider as he drinks in your disheveled state, begging him not to. “You clearly don’t know my tastes then.”

He yanks down your pajamas, dragging the waistband of your panties with it as you twist to stop him from taking them off.

He growls in agitation. “Stop making this difficult or I swear to god I’ll get scissors and cut these clothes off you.”

You still, meeting his eyes that somehow look redder than ever right now, almost as if they're glowing.

He smiles as he pulls your clothing all the way down your legs, removing them and tossing your pajamas along with your panties and the pad on it to the side. “There you go. Just lay back and let your big brother make you feel good, okay?”

You shiver at his words, aware he's trying -and succeeding- at making you as uncomfortable about this as possible.

Cool air brushes over your wet pussy as he spreads your legs to hook them over his shoulders, drawing your awareness to your vulnerable position. You screw your eyes shut so you don’t have to see his as he drinks in the sight of your bare and bleeding cunt. It's your first time being seen with anyone, the feeling of being so exposed like this making a potent mixture of humiliation and shame burn in you.

And you thought it couldn’t get worse than the last time.

“Open your eyes.”

Your lids flutter open at his voice, unexpectedly soft, though it still holds a firm edge.

“There you go.”

You grip your sheets as you watch him lean in, realizing your clit is already throbbing in anticipation at the feel of his tongue.

The flat of it presses against your clit and you gasp.

The feeling is even better than you’d imagined - soft, wet and hot. Not to mention you'd forgotten entirely about that piercing on his tongue- you'd never really noticed it till now and as the cold metal ball catches against your clit you realize the reason he probably got it.

Your fingers twist the sheets into fists as he licks a long stripe up from your sopping hole back up to your clit, before latching his open mouth all the way on your pussy.

His eyes are piercing through you as you hold your breath when you feel a tongue slithering into your entrance, tasting the mixture of blood and juices. A low groan vibrates from his throat as his lids relax and his tongue slides back out. He pulls away, dark red staining his lips as they curl into a smirk.

“Oh, you taste even better than I expected.” He leans closer, voice dropping with some sinister intent. “So good that I think you deserve to know what your cunt tastes like too.”

Your eyes widen as he bends in over you. “No-”

Wet lips are already crashing onto yours, swallowing your denial as his tongue pries its way through your lips and teeth. The sharp taste of yourself coats your tastebuds all at once - salty, warm, and metallic - making you cringe and try to break the kiss, if you could even call it that.

Sukuna’s tongue is pervasive, exploring the crevices of your mouth with a domineering harshness before finally pulling away, snapping tiny gossamer threads of saliva between the two of you.

“That was ….disgusting. What is wrong with you?!” you pant, trying to scrape off the taste from your tongue against your teeth.

He giggles, a low sound that makes your hairs stand up. “I’m gonna teach you to love ‘disgusting’.”

You look at him in horror before peeling away your eyes to the door frame, listening closely to make sure the house was still quiet.

You would never be able to recover from being caught in this position.

Sukuna lowers himself and grips your hips, latching his mouth back onto your pussy and staring directly up into your eyes as his tongue begins to lap at your damp folds, dragging through them to collect all the juices and swallow. You watch with wide eyes, completely enraptured by this incredible sensation, wondering how you’d gone without it for so long.

You’re already barely holding yourself together when he starts licking your swollen clit, the hard metal of his piercing rubbing over and over against it, blending deliciously with the warmth of his wet tongue.

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to hold in the feverish moans that are rising in your chest. He notices, narrowing his eyes and increasing his pace, sucking and caressing the sensitive bundle of nerves till you’re biting down on your palm, though small whimpers still make their way out.

Every small flick of his tongue feels like jolts of lightning from your most sensitive spot and you don’t even realize you’re lifting your hips up higher, pressing your pussy into his mouth for more.

He stops for a second, removing his mouth to eye the wet mess he’d already made of your cunt. The sudden dissolving of pleasure from his tongue is almost painful, eliciting a frustrated noise from you as you look up at him desperately.

“Feel good?” he asks, obviously taunting you like he didn’t already know the answer and just wanted to hear you say it.

“Fucking— yes, it feels good,” you grit out, impatiently trying to lift your pussy back to his lips. “Keep going.”

“What’s the magic word?”

You clench your jaw, the pure neediness of your cunt straining against the agitation bubbling on your face. "Are you fucking seriou-"

You’re not given a chance to even try and fight back when he parts his lips ever so slightly and breathes out, the tendrils of his breath cool against your wet folds as it almost spells out how swollen your clit is, coated in sticky slick and saliva.

The feather-light sensation is too much, snapping the last threads of control leaving you thinking only through your agonizingly aroused cunt.

“Oh f-fuck, please Sukuna,” you whine. “Please make me c-cum.”

He chuckles and you sigh in relief at the addicting heat of his lips clamping back around your sex, watching intently as you begin to unravel with every careful move of his tongue.

Lewd, sloppy noises fill the room and normally you’d be nervous about someone possibly waking up and hearing him slurping your pussy, but you’re too far gone, squeezing your thighs around his head instead.

You watch him through the tears filling your eyes as you feel your orgasm begin to build up - slowly and heavily. He looks like nothing short of a monster, hungrily devouring you and the fresh blood leaking out, the sight of his head between your thighs and on your cunt only pushing your orgasm towards you with increasing intensity.

And before you know it you’re falling, drowning in the waves of pleasure rippling through you so strongly that your mouth is open in awe, soft moans burying into the flesh of your palm with tears rolling down your cheeks. Sukuna doesn’t let up, leading you through your orgasm with his mouth and even when you feel yourself start to come down, his pace and pressure don’t decrease.

“S-Sukuna, I came.” You try to pull your hips away but he grips you tightly, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

Even with his mouth occupied you can see the glint in his eyes, smirking as his tongue continues its relentless assault on your sensitive clit. He changes up the pace and you whimper as he begins sucking on it, overstimulation drawing fresh tears at your lash line.

“Sukuna, ‘s too much - ah - , s-stop.” You once again reflexively try to draw your hips back from discomfort but he tightens his grip with an almost painful pressure, pulling you closer into his mouth till you feel the bolts of pleasure igniting again at your clit.

His tongue goes back to stimulating it with increasing intensity as you feel your second orgasm begin to build.

“Oh god-” You tilt your pelvis up as the heat grows and grows until your fingers find their way into his hair, gripping the messy strands as you lift your hips and pull his head as tightly as you can into your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, oh my fucking-”

Your second orgasm crashes into you abruptly and without warning, leaving you breathless after it dissipates. His tongue slows down into slow languid strokes before stopping entirely and unlatching his mouth while you catch your breath.

Sukuna’s face is shining, covered in juices and blood that you can feel running down from your entrance to your ass.

Your hole clenches, the need for your g-spot to be stimulated growing imminent now that you were sufficiently prepped from not one but two clitoral orgasms.

His eyes drag down to the movement and he smirks, licking his lips to clean them off. “Need something, pet?”

You try to close your thighs, only making him spread them wider as your post-nut clarity washes over you like a bucket of icy water being dumped on you.

“No. Let me go before I fucking scream for mom and dad.”

You can take care of yourself with your own fingers after he’s gone.

That smug look on his face doesn’t budge at your threat.

“You’re not gonna do that,” he tells you coolly.

“Fucking let me go-”

You’re about to try and kick him in the face when he slides a finger into your dripping entrance, curling it up to massage that spongy area of tissue that makes your mind go blank and all the words melt off of your tongue in favor of an involuntary moan.

You look at him through glazed eyes, mouth parted as he rubs into your flesh, a new type of pleasure blooming and taking hold.

“You’re such a stupid slut,” he sneers, rubbing a finger against your sensitive walls before harshly shoving in another finger. “Don’t ever try those empty threats with me, you dumb little girl.”

“Ahh” You bite down on your lip, ashamed at how you've melted into putty under his touch till the point that even his demeaning words are only fueling the pleasure.

“I bet your fingers never felt as good as mine do, huh?” With the way his fingers are positioned, you can start to feel the edges of his nails scraping against the tender flesh.

“N-no, oh fuck,” you babble mindlessly, all composure falling away with the steady pressure of his fingers against your walls being exacerbated by the stinging of those dark nails inside you. “No they don’t, Sukuna-”

“You like this you sick little slut?” His fingers begin pistoning up into you at a new angle, the sudden change of pace causing fresh moans to spill out of you, the wet sounds of crimson-stained fluids so messy and erratic you already know these sheets will be permanently stained.

“Y-yes, -nhgh- love it, I love it-”

Love it?

You were entirely out of your mind, even Sukuna knew by now if it wasn’t already clear from your watery and dazed eyes, the sweat clinging to your skin, how every muscle in your body was tensed up, the amount of wetness coating his fingers that couldn’t be just blood.

“This is really all it took for you to give in? Fuck, your virgin cunt must’ve been so miserable.” He curves his fingers up even more against your gummy walls now plushy and inflamed from how hard he’s finger fucking you with nails cutting themselves into the flesh. “Say it. Say that you’re pathetic.”

“Ah-” You hold in a yelp, vision blurry and eyes stinging from tears, only able to feel his fingers thrusting aggressively into you, the pleasure threaded with pain and a brand new wave of humiliation at his biting words as if you weren’t already mortified by how much your body apparently loved this. “P-please, Sukuna-”

“Say it.” He spits on your pussy, the wet wad of spit catching on your clit, making you whimper at the visceral sensation. “Say you’re my pathetic little plaything.”

His sadistic gaze burns into you and with the building pressure between your legs you feel like you’re being compelled.

“I’m your p-pathetic, -ah- little plaything S-Sukuna,”

“Yeah? Still wanna call Mom and Dad? Have them see you cumming all over your big brother’s fingers like a filthy bitch?”

The words are like a match striking something in you and you moan so loudly that Sukuna leans over to clamp his other palm over your mouth, so close you can see the faint striated pattern in his blazing irises.

“Go on, then. Show me how much you love this.”

With that, hot liquid rushes out of you as you cum, seeping uncontrollably from your walls and gushing around his fingers, spilling out as he continues to drive them into you, juicing every last drop of your orgasm.

You come down, his hand over the lower half of your face lifting when your muffled moans become pants for air. Every muscle in your body is tired from being tensed and you bite your lip from the sharp pain when he pulls his fingers out from your abused cunt. Your walls are tighter than before, inflamed and puffy from the battering of his fingers. There’s a dull soreness, but at least the pain in your womb has subsided for now.

Sukuna lifts his fingers, admiring the mess of smeared blood, fluids, and tiny stringy bits of soft flesh clinging onto his nails. You gulp as he looks at you, scared he’s going to put them in your mouth to make you taste yourself.

“Please, don’t.”

He flashes you a cocky smile, clearly pleased at the apprehension he’s instilled in you before licking his fingers clean. You watch in repulsion, suddenly aware of the mess that's left on your skin and sheets and slide your legs back down to close yourself up from his view.

And of course with it was a growing disgust with what had just happened and how much you’d liked it.

Loved it.

You cringe, unable to be in Sukuna’s presence after humiliating yourself and coming undone like that in front of him, at his hands.

“I n-need to cleanup…” you mutter, keeping your eyes trained on the dark ceiling above you, voice breaking as the weight of everything begins to come down on you.

“Good luck with that,” he replies indifferently as he stands. “You’re definitely gonna need new sheets.”

Your heart tightens as you feel him moving around the side of the bed to stand beside you and bend down.

“Goodnight, sis.” He presses a mockingly chaste kiss on your forehead with the lips that had just been eating out your pussy, leaving your stomach lurching and wanting to gag as he pulls away and walks out the door, once again leaving you in both physical and mental shambles.

[huntingcupid]

WHAT IF? WITH MERET MANON BANNERMAN

NOW PLAYING : JOPAY BY MAYONNAISE

~ dadalhin kita sa aming bahay 'di tayo mag-aaway aalis tayo sa tunay na mundo sa tunay na mundo 'wag ka nang mawala ('wag ka nang mawala) 'wag ka nang mawala ('wag ka nang mawala) ngayon ....

⌗ MANON — fem!reader, angst, fluff, manon disappears, reader gaslights herself, swearing, mentions of hatred, etc...

⌗ SYPNOSIS — pano kung bumalik ang greatest what if mo?, will you say hi?, or just ignore her — but you can't

college was tolerable, it wasn't memorable whatsoever — all you wanted was to graduate, leave and possibly work a job you didn't like which in today's economy and world is the norm — your days filled with homework and essays with the shortest time to finish

yet it always felt less intimidating when manon helped you — manon's presence saved you from ever dropping out and pursuing your dreams, which was to build a smoothie shop and live by the shore — the ocean always spoke to you, it called your name even, you dreamt of it with her

manon would go over to your dorm and sleepover almost every night claiming her roommate was loud — you never complained since you loved it

you loved her, everything about manon was beautiful

“how about you?, what will you do in the future” manon mumbles as you two lay in your bed listening to laufey songs — for a moment you paused and looked at the woman who seemed so interested in what you will have to say

“i want a smoothie shop, like imagine fresh fruits turned into smoothie, especially when it's near the beach, that's just heaven” you replied, imagining it in your head — the vision was there and it looked amazing, “maybe even running the place with you” you tease smiling

“that sounds amazing — and yes i would love to run it with you” manon replies looking into your eyes, the air is charged with unspoken tension, as manon tilts her head immediately melting you on the spot, she looked so majestic and her eyes, god her eyes they were so doe and perfect

you two were stuck in the moment just admiring each other — enjoying the peaceful silence, manon looked like your future, she was your comfort and home

“it's getting late, we should sleep” you murmur, manon nods and closes the night lamp beside the bed and snuggles up at you, her head buried in your chest, you kiss the top of her head, “goodnight” you whisper — “night night” manon replies softly minutes later you hear her yawn and you knew the girl was down

the next week manon suddenly tells you she wants to stay at her dorm for the night — weird, she hasn't slept there for about 2 weeks now, yet you didn't press further knowing she had her reasons, instead you focused on studying for the meanwhile

you call manon on a friday night hoping she was free, and could stay over — you had planned a movie night and bought snacks you two loved, the phone rung, and rung — until maybe 5 minutes later the girl picks up

“sorry, I was busy — why y/n?” manon's voice was tired and obviously she was hiding some emotion that you couldn't pinpoint — “are you alright, manz?” you ask, a minute passes and you hear the girl shakily exhale from the other end of the line

“I'm okay — j-just tired” she stutter, you didn't want to pry on her anymore so you just humming "i bought snacks, wanna watch twilight?” you follow, smiling ear to ear excitedly

“ i-i- don't think i can come over right now y/n” manon breathes out, her voice cracked and it worried you — “are you sure you're okay?, manz I'm getting worried” you ask your brows furrowed, “yeah” — “you know i love you right?” manon suddenly says which caught you off guard

“i do, why? — i love you too” you replied still a bit worried for the girl, “nothing baby, just reminding you — talk to you tomorrow I'm buried in work” manon quickly reasons before hanging up

confused and somewhat upset you just place down your phone and stare at the snacks you had bought — your bed that you did extra comfy with your laptop ready — you sighed and just laid down, settling on watching some rom-com that miserably failed to make you happy

you open your phone yet again and scroll through social media, yawning you felt bored and most especially confused — you open manon's instagram account only to see it has been wiped — absolutely nothing was on her account besides her bio and profile picture

now you're really worried, what is she hiding? was she getting forced? — questions ran through your mind nonstop, time ticks and you decide to take your bike to manon's shared apartment — she lived closer to campus and so far from your dorm, you text manon telling her your on your way

[you] “bby?, are u still up? I'm on my way there”

[manz 🤍] “y/n, it's late go home”

[you] “too late I'm already here”

[manz🤍] “i love you okay?”

you stare at the message confused, you're gonna see her anyways? what's the point of sending it? — you shrug it off and knock on her door, you wait till you hear footsteps and the door opens — her roommate opens it

“oh hey dani, where's manon?” you ask smiling, daniela frowned biting her lip a bit — she looked behind her and you follow her gaze, the place was empty, only danielas clutter was around, “she left just a few minutes earlier” daniela murmurs

in denial you grab your phone and open your chats, desperately calling manon's number, dani could only look at you guiltily — your eyes formed tears as your call got sent to voicemail for the tenth maybe fifteen time

“manz, answer please..” you plead silently — “where are you?” you murmur, hours passes by and you kept calling and messaging, it was 2:30 am by the time you left daniela's place

you could barely think, where is she?, why did she leave?, why didn't she say anything? — did she plan this?, to leave you and start a new — or did she had to hide it

you coddle yourself in bed, still calling her line, you couldn't text her maybe she blocked you, you were worried and beyond weirded out, “manon please” you plead, the sun starts to rise as you stay restless in your bed the previously bought snacks forgotten

you take a cold shower, and got ready for class, you arrive in the classroom having a glimmer of hope that maybe manon might be there, but she wasn't — the class was eerily silent almost as if they knew

“so class, I'm sure you are all aware that manon has transferred out, we will no longer be seeing her for the rest of this semester” your professor says, everyone looks at you like on cue, you looked around — everyone knew?, is this a sick joke?

“can i go to the restroom please?” you mutter silently your prof only nods seemingly aware of your emotional state — “i'll go with you” lara replies and you nod softly

you two walk to the restroom and you lock the door, letting lara do her thing — “y/n, manon told me that you didn't know, about her leaving” lara starts, she breathes then continues, “she said she loved you, but needed to leave” your heart breaks feeling it fall apart again, your eyes water for the hundredth time just this morning — “w-why? — am i not worth staying for?” you stutter, lara enters the cubicle and hugs you tightly shushing you and comforting you

“trust me y/n, manon did it for the best” lara murmurs, you only nod not knowing why — not understanding, it felt like the world turned on you and everyone was just fine with it

when you got home you melted into your bed, just laying in silence — hugging the teddy manon bought you during your first date — it smelled like her, vanilla and cinnamon, it felt like she was there again hugging you to sleep or laying her head on your chest murmuring her love for you

that week you tried to track her, or possibly find anything about manon — nothing everything led back to her now cleared account, you tried calling everyone, anyone, yet all they told you was manon told them to stay silent

your life barely moved from there, you were stuck, thinking where you went wrong, why she left you without a word — you call her number one last time, it was 2 am, you were sleep deprived and obviously sick

the line rings then clicks, “manon? — my love is that you?” you sob, “please come back, please let me fix what i did, whatever it is” you murmur, manon breathes heavily on the other end of the line — you finally heard her voice for the first time in weeks, “y/n, you have to stop, i-i-” manon hesitates “i found someone new here, you need to move on” she mutters before the line went dead

“new?” you utter to yourself, tears streaming across your face as you try to think, try to make sense of things, you sniffle and drown in your own sorrow

bedrotting and barely going to class to the point that even your classmates got worried you looked sick like truly sick — pale and malnourished, with deep bags under your eyes

“y/n, are you okay?” megan asks — “fine, just you know tired” you respond, you finally chose to focus on school tired of chasing someone who clearly didn't want you anymore

the next months you worked on yourself and focused on studies till you finished your course in business — you work as a business manager for a few years before finally saving enough to move near the shore

you dreams were slowly getting built yet someone was missing, the shop was open, you were comfortable in life — you had everything yet in the late late nights you'd open a familiar box with things manon left and just hug them for hours, letting the idea of her presence wash over you

you manage the shop and hire employees and quickly it grew, selling so much each day, you used your money to adopt animals and buy ex-classmates gifts, yet inside you it felt blank, empty like a void

you'd drown yourself in work but it didn't change the fact that you were alone — you sit in your at home office staring at stocks you had to approve and buy — your coffee long gone cold, “i need to stretch” you hum standing up and wearing a robe, you walk to your terrace, watching as the stars reflect on the sea, the waves providing a calming sound, “hmh” you hum — you take a look around just thinking to yourself, this is your dream right?, enjoy it, why are you busy thinking about her? — live your life a little, but maybe she'd-

“okay enough, i'm going to bed” you cut yourself off walking back inside to your room, laying in your bed as you hug a familiar teddy — snoring softly

the next morning you woke up to the soft chirping of birds as the waves made a soothing music — you stretch away your drowsiness and yawn, “morning” you murmur, you stand up meeting the cold floor which you hiss at, taking a quick shower and wearing something for the beach you walk to your smoothie store — opening it

you check the stocks and if the place was clean like you wanted it to be — your first employee comes in, ezrela she basically did everything and was such a kind soul — “mornin!” ezrela greets, “morning, have you checked if we still have mangoes?” you replied, ezrela checks her phone and furrows her brows, “yup, we have enough till maybe thursday” ezrela estimates you nod, “thanks ezzie, I'll take a quick dip, you get ready here” you replied, ezrela smiles and waves you off

you walk to the shore and dip your feet in the water, the cold water a contrast to the warm sun, you were wearing a white floral maxi dress that you had to hold up careful to not get it wet, “oh it's beautiful today” you murmur to yourself, smiling ear to ear

shortly after you came back to the store seeing the line pile up, you took care of the cashier helping out while ezrela and her co worker made the smoothies — slowly the line was finished and only a few more people to serve, “our tissues are running low” you mutter to the girl behind you, “on it” she replies

“i can take who's next!” you smiled, “really?” you hear an all too familiar voice say, you look up and see her, manon — she looked mature and aged but not in a she looked so old but in a way that she aged like wine

“manon?” you ask, looking up the girl, she smiles softly and for a moment you felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest, “yes, y/n — I'd like a four seasons smoothie” manon replied pulling out her wallet, you blink dumbfounded but put in her order, “that'll be 4$” you replied shortly biting your tongue as you tried not to look at her — “here” she hands the paper bill, your hands brush and a flicker of something tenses up the air

for a moment you two stayed in silence, afraid that one wrong move will set the other off — “i got the tissues miss?” ezrela breaks the contact and you blink just smiling awkwardly, “thanks ezzie” you respond shortly giving manon her change and watching as she sit at the side table

you serve the last few people before serving manons smoothie, “heres, your drink, enjoy your day-” you tried to walk away but manon grips your hands pulling you in a bit “wait, can we talk?” she looked hopefully at you, “yeah, I'm off in a few minutes” you respond despite not wanting to

the clock ticks and just like that you were off, you remove your apron and sat beside manon, she smiled yet again, the same smile you missed and melted for

“I'm sorry” manon starts off, and you already knew it was gonna be bad, just by the look and the sound of her voice — “pfft! it's in the past manz, i don't care anymore” you replied, you're lying, obviously she hurted you more than anyone yet you still loved her more than everyone

“sure?, i didn't mean to leave abruptly, you know” she says, it intruiged you and mildy also upsetted you, so against your better judgement you replied a snarky but soft reply(?), “yeah, you didn't mean to but everyone knew except me, right?” you chuckle, manons eyes draw back sensing your inner turmoil, “it's not like that y/n-” you cut her off yet again

“who's the new girlfriend manz?” you ask, which caugh her off guard, rather than responding directly manon had seemed to short circuit, saying the randomest things ever, “okay….” you awkwardly follow

“where are you staying here?” you ask, “oh I'm actually here to write a article about business near the beaches, im staying at a airbnb near st, dove” she responds casually her hands tapping the table a gesture that you associated with nervousness, you still knew her mannerism woah

“st, dove? — my house is there too!, say wanna have a tour?” you smiled, manon smiles back and nods happily, you two walk out of the store walking back to your street, manon almost tripped with the way she was staring at you like she was memorizing your face

“you look so different, pretty but more youthful” manon compliments, you felt like butterflies roamed your stomach with how happy you were, “thank you ms.meret — here we are” you sigh showing the house manon looked impressed to say the least

you two enter manon dropping her bag at your couch, she looked around often times stopping infront of framed pictures — “this is nice y/n — you really went through with that dream” she hums

you sit at the sofa shortly after her, and nod bringing a glass of water, you take a sip then respond, “worked hard, i got everything i dreamed of, i guess” you murmur — “what about you?, wheres ms.”i found someone new”?” you qoute your last call with manon which tensed the atmosphere yet again — manons shoulder went stiff as she looked at you remorseful

“i-i- lied so you wouldn't wait on me anymore — it hurt hearing you beg every night” manon says, instantly you felt like your gut was wrenched and everything you knew was a lie, manons hands wrap around yours rubbing her thumb across your palm — “but you still didnt tell me anything huh?, i thought i did something” you bite your tongue feeling betrayed yet again, somehow the pain doubled knowing that all she told you was also a lie

manon tears start to form as she frowned knowing her actions made you feel the worst, she felt guilt not telling you anything — “I'm sorry, i was accepted into my dream university and i just had to leave” manon replied explaining where she had gone all that time — “why didn't you just tell me?” you ask looking into her eyes as you tear up too — it felt bitter so bitter, “i couldn't, i had my reasons y/n, but I'm here now, please let me make it up to you” manon replied as she choked over her words, you wanted to scream at her, tell her how much she didn't deserve you anymore yet your body reluctantly hugged her tightly missing her scent, her warmth, and her embrace

manon tightens her arms around you just stringing out apology after apology, as you tried your best to shush her humming a soft tune as she buried her head in your neck

did you forgive her?, no! — she still had to make it up to you and make it up she did

every morning the ghanian would wake you up with flowers and fruits, chocolates and stupidly big teddy bears — visiting you in work everyday just to drop pick up lines that you thought were cheesy

but your favorite was her walking you back home after work — manon would have her hands around your waist and talk about how her life went while she was gone and ask you the randomest of questions

“how did you recover, while i was uhm gone” manon asks as she held your hand warming yours as she felt how cold yours was — “well, i don't know — i just remember finally like locking in, focusing and then i worked loads of part time jobs to somehow get this started” you replied gazing out

“you didn't deserve that — you never did” manon suddenly says, you look at her concerned and saw how she was already biting her lip trying to stop herself from crying out of guilt, “i know manz, but you blaming yourself again won't make me feel better” you murmur, stoping in your tracks to wipe away the womans tears, her eyes were trained on your face as she sniffled

manon looked beautiful, smiling softly as her eyes were shining with tears yet behind that beauty was a fragile girl who still loved you no matter what happened

“i know.. i just can't help it y'know” she chuckles, her hands now on top of yours making your hands stay on her cheeks, and for a moment you two stare at each other, without a second thought you pull in the girl

kissing her softly, her lipgloss now smeared on your lips as you tip-toe to her height, she was sweet and felt so soft, manon grunts and pulls away after a few minutes, her chest heaving as she looked at you adoringly

“let's take this inside yeah?” manon giggles lightly tugging your arm as you two make it inside your home — safe to say it was a long, long night

wc: 3.3k words

a/n: im back with the fourth angst in a row, fluff will be out shortly :)

[sommerbueckers]

paige bueckers x r being drew’s babysitter!!

THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO FKN LONG CUS I WASNT SURE IF I LIKED THE WAY IT FLOWED OR NOT.

Part two here !!

I typed away on my computer as I tried to finish up the last of my homework. Drew was sprawled out beside me on the couch with his eyes glued to the tv, he had been silently watching Avengers: Endgame for the last hour and had promised to be quiet if I let him stay up an extra thirty minutes. I often had a hard time saying no to the kid, who wouldn't after seeing a smile as bright as his?

The ringing from my phone had been drowned out by the noise coming from the tv, and if it hadn't been more the constant vibrating I would've missed it. Answering the call, I told Drew I'd be back shortly before disappearing into the kitchen.

"Hello," I spoke into the phone.

"Hey peach, how's it going over there?" my mom questioned.

"It's going good, he's watching a movie right now," I said.

"How long are you going to be? Your grandmother is here and..." her voice trailed off for a moment and I could hear her shuffling around, "she's driving me crazy."

I snorted, "Maybe around an hour or so, I have to put Drew to bed and then wait for the parents to come back."

"Okay-" her voice was cut off by my grandmother's.

"Hi baby!" she exclaimed.

"Hi Nana," I smiled to myself.

"When are you coming back from that job of yours?" she asked.

"Soon."

"Well hurry, your mother is in a bad mood and it's getting me all frustrated and such," she groaned.

"Yeah, she tends to get like that, always complaining," I laughed.

I narrowed my eyes at the pair of headlights that begun to shine through the house. I poked my head out from the kitchen to see Drew looking at the window from his place on the couch. His parents weren't supposed to be back for another hour and they hadn't called to let me know about an early arrival.

I pulled my phone from my ear to check my notifications, and when I didn't find anything new, I slowly made my way toward the front windows. Exiting the back of a black SUV was Paige, Drew's older sister. She had a wide smile spread across her face as she shut the door, shaking her head. She stood there for a moment as she talked with whoever was sitting in the front seats of the car, and I felt Drew come up beside me to see out as well.

"It's Paigey!" he shouted happily, looking at me.

I nodded my head and watched him walk over to the door to unlock it. My grandma's voice on the other end of the phone pulled me back into conversation.

"You there hon?" she asked quizzically.

"Yeah, i'm here nana but I have to go," I told her.

"Aw, that's alright. I'll see you soon, right?"

"Yeah, i'll be home in a bit."

"Okay then, bye-bye," she said.

"Bye," I responded, slipping the phone into the pocket of my sweats.

Drew stood smiling with the door open as Paige made her way up the stairs and into the house. She picked him up into her arms and shut the door, locking it behind her.

"What's up dude, you miss me?" she asked.

"Yeah," he nodded honestly.

Paige laughed before setting him down, "Whatchu been doin?"

"Me and Bee made cookies and we made tiktoks, and then she let me stay up past my bedtime!" he told her, grinning from ear to ear.

"I see that," she glanced at me for a moment and a wave of nervousness washed over me.

She didn't seem upset at the fact that I had let Drew stay up, but he had a bedtime for a reason and maybe I should've just followed it. This was my third time babysitting for the family and Drew and I had gotten pretty comfortable with each other, I just wanted him to have a little fun.

By now, the credits for the movie had begun to roll and I pretended to be fascinated with all the stars that had been in it. I heard Paige tell Drew to go upstairs and get ready for bed, and when his little figure disappeared on the second floor, she proceeded into the kitchen. I bit my lip as I followed after her, nervously playing with my nails.

"He promised he'd go to bed without a fight if I let him finish the movie, I didn't see the harm in it," I admitted, leaning against the wall.

"Nah you're good, he usually only gets to stay up when he's with me so he definitely didn't mind," she laughed.

I breathed out a sigh of relief, "Good."

She pulled a pack of Oreos out of the cabinet and set them on the counter, ripping them open and eating straight from the pack. Her eyes zeroed in on my shirt and she was silent for a moment before she said, "What position?"

"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows as my mind immediately thought about sex, but that couldn't have been right.

She then smirked and gestured to my shirt, "Your shirt says Wayzata volleyball, what position do you play?"

I peered down at my shirt and mentally slapped myself for being so horny, "Oh, right, uhm i'm a setter."

"That's the one who does the thing with the hands right?" she asked, putting her hands above her head and pushing her fingertips up.

I laughed lightly, "Yeah."

She cockily brushed off her shoulder, "Yeah, I know my stuff."

"I see that."

"I think I've seen you play before, I was only there for like half of a game but it was pretty cool," Paige revealed, shoving another Oreo into her mouth.

"Hm," I hummed, "i saw you play once or twice last year."

Paige smirked and began to make her way to the other side of the counter where I was standing, "You mean the games against your school where we kicked your asses?"

"Well I wouldn't say all that, but yes."

Paige extended the Oreos out to me, "How would you put it?"

I gently took a few and thought about my answer, "You caught them on a bad day."

"Oh yeah?" Paige raised an eyebrow.

"Mhm."

"Both times?"

"Both times."

"Interesting take, I guess we'll have to see Tuesday night," she shrugged, a smirk crossing her face. "You gonna be there?"

"Probably not, I'll just ask somebody how it went," I said.

"Ah nah, you gotta be there," Paige smiled as she shook her head.

"Why?" I frowned, but couldn't stop the smile that broke through.

Paige stepped closer, "Because I wanna point at you when the game ends and we're up twenty."

"You are so cocky," I laughed.

The blonde held her hands up in defense, laughing along with me. A silence washed over us but I could still feel her eyes on me. We stared at each other for a moment, but just as she went to say something, Drew came running into the kitchen. He had changed out of his jeans and long sleeve and now wore a pair of dinosaur pajamas. He looked between the two of us as he said, "I'm ready for bed now."

"Are you sure you're ready?" Paige asked.

"Yeah," Drew responded.

"Hm, are you positive you're ready?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, let's go," Paige said, stooping down so Drew could get on her back.

I followed the two of them upstairs and into Drew's room. Paige set him down and pulled the covers over him, "You got to stay up tonight so you better go to sleep," she gently pushed his forehead back.

He laughed lightly, "I will."

"Mhm, goodnight bro," Paige ruffled the boy's curls before she stood up and looked at me.

I smiled at her and turned to Drew, "Sleep tight dude."

I switched the lamp off and joined Paige in the hallway, softly closing Drew's bedroom door behind me. The lighting in the hallway was dim, the only sources being the lights downstairs and the one coming from Paige's room across the hall. We stood there quietly for a moment, her leaning against the wall with her arms crossed while I awkwardly shoved my hands into my pockets.

The longer I stared at her, the more I began to notice how attractive she was. She was tall and slender and happened to check every box when it came to my physical type in girls. Her head rested back on the wall as she watched me watch her with the cockiest expression on her face. When my eyes finally met hers, I felt embarrassed for how long I had been staring at her, but she didn't seem phased.

Did Paige like girls?

"My dad and stepmom aren't gonna be back for a minute," the blonde stated in a low voice.

I nodded, "I know."

She pushed herself off the wall and gestured to her room, "You can come in here if you want, give you a taste of what i'm bringing to the court Tuesday."

I raised my eyebrows, "Let's see then."

Paige pushed her door open wider and allowed me to step in first. It was pretty plain as far as decoration went, there were purple bedsheets and a few posters on the wall but nothing major. Her playstation sat on the dresser beside her tv and there were a few water bottles scattered around, but nonetheless it was clean.

I sat on the edge of the bed and Paige flipped the light on and grabbed the remote to the tv.

"You play 2k?" she asked.

"No, I don't really play anything other than GTA," I laughed.

"Rookie ass game," she joked, shaking her head.

She turned on the playstation and grabbed two controllers from a drawer, handing me one. "What's this for?"

"I'm in the mood to sweep, what team do you wanna play for?" she asked when the game screen popped up.

I frowned, "That's not fair, I don't even know how to play!"

"Fine," she sighed, "I'll teach you how to play...and then I'll sweep you."

"That was not fun at all," I sighed out, setting the controller down beside me.

Paige and I had been playing for thirty minutes, and out of all the games that we had started and finished, I had won none.

The blonde turned to me with a cheeky smile on her face, simply shrugging her shoulders. She laid back on the bed and put her hands over her face. As hard as I fought myself on not letting my eyes wander, self-restraint was a trait I didn't posses.

Her shirt was pulled up at the bottom, flashing a bit of her stomach. I watched her chest rise and fall under her shirt, and I wondered what color bra she was wearing. I wondered if I had the guts to be as bold as my alter ego was, would she let me find out?

I could feel my face growing hot the longer my mind ran wild, and I quickly turned my attention back to the tv.

"What do you wanna do now?" Paige asked quietly.

"I don't know..." I answered.

After shifting herself so that we were closer, thighs touching and all, Paige sat up.

"Me neither."

She said nothing as she stared at me in the darkness with the light from the recently ended 2k game illuminating our faces. It reminded me of the stare I gave girls across the net when the score was close in the second set, my eyes filled with nothing but determination. Only Paige's stare was filled with something else, something darker.

I could've been psyching myself out, you can only read so much Tumblr before it starts to affect your way of thinking, but my gut told me I wasn't. More rationally, the way her eyes were switching between my eyes and my lips told me I wasn't.

I have so much homework to finish.

Her parents would be home soon.

Drew was sleeping right across the hall.

I don't even know her.

"Do you wanna do something?" Paige asked me.

"Yeah, sure," I nodded, clearing my throat.

I waited for Paige to stand, to turn to another video game or perhaps find a movie that we could both watch. Instead, she stayed seated in her place next to me, eyes fixed on me. It was then and only then that I realized what she meant by 'something.' At least what I hoped thought she meant.

"Are we going to do something or what?" I...challenged?

Paige laughed and leaned closer, "Only if you want to."

"I'm still sitting here aren't I?"

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[daemour]

Pairing: roommate! San x f! yn

Word Count: 10,664

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, smut warnings under cut

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, f2l au, college au, M for mature audiences

Summary: As the resident fuckboy San's best friend, you're legally obligated to be his hype man. It's only fitting as you're one of the few who can resist his boyish charms. But when he's set his sights on someone you cannot stand, perhaps you need to dig a bit deeper into your feelings after all.

Smut Warnings: masturbation (f), voyeurism, sexual fantasies, oral (f), missionary, protected sex, very slight breast play, overstimulation, cowgirl, some cumplay, dirty dirty talk, fingering, slight body worship ig?, praise, I literally have no idea I wrote it at a time when I should've been in bed so lmk if I missed anything

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this is for the jackson wang party fic collab finished with @mingsolo (hella good) @flurrys-creativity (Pygalgia, Effervescent, and Abience) and @sanjoongie (trouble) <3 I still have one more to go but we'll ignore that LMAOOOOO I added too much plot :') flurry was a dear and helped me sort out my thoughts and I managed to write 8k of it in one day lol.

hope u all enjoy and sorry I'm a professional yapper there's no shutting me up

“Going out again?” you ask your best friend and flatmate, San, as he walks past where you’re seated at the kitchen counter, suffering through your essays.

“Yep,” San answers easily, popping the ‘p’ and leaning over to take a peek at your laptop screen. “You misspelt ‘dextrorotatory’, you wrote it as ‘dexrotatory’.”

As your eyes find the typo, you groan and plant your head on the table. “I give up,” you declare dramatically, “I’ll drop out and become a taxi driver.”

San laughs. “First of all, you can’t drive that well. Second of all, you’d make more money as a stripper.” He dodges your smack with ease. “Third, you’re smart and you’ll ace these like always. You’re just a little mentally constipated. Why don’t you join me tonight?”

You think about it for a minute. While you probably do need a break from staring at your laptop, you know how wild the parties San goes to can get from personal experience. And you don’t think it’s a good idea when it's the end of your semester and the final year of your master's program. You just can’t afford to do that. “I’ll pass this time,” you sigh. “Maybe after exam season.”

San hums. “All right. Make sure to take a break, though,” he reminds you, dropping a quick kiss on the top of your head. “See you later.”

He soon disappears out of the door and you turn your focus away from your best friend to your homework. You feel bad for whoever his new conquest will be at the party.

In your opinion, it’s best to keep San at arm’s length when it comes to a romantic relationship. Not that you like him, but you also don’t want to be another notch on his bedpost, and you most certainly do not want to ruin your eight-year-long friendship. It’s not hard to see that San isn’t interested in a long relationship, not right now at least.

You honestly find it amusing that so many girls and guys still throw themselves at him and then get upset when he doesn’t give them a second glance after the initial night. His reputation precedes him, especially in your small town, and yet there will always be a line out the door for him. You don’t even know how he knows so many people.

With a sigh, you clear out your thoughts and refocus on your organic chemistry work. You’re lucky your job offered to pay for your master's classes, but the workload is killing you inside. You’re incredibly happy you’re almost done, and with newfound motivation, you hunker down and start writing out your notes again.

It’s almost two in the morning when you finally yawn and start putting your books away, and it’s almost three when you hear the front door open and the sound of San stumbling into the shoe rack as he always does. “You’re home already, Sanah?”

“YN!” San stumbles his way into the bathroom where you’re combing your hair, wrapping his arms around you and tucking his flushed face into your neck. “You’re still up?”

You laugh, tapping him on the head with your brush. “Yes, but I’m about to go to bed. And you should too, you know.”

San groans, his hold on your waist tightening and his words slurring together. “I don’t wanna,” he whines, “the bed's too cold.”

You sigh fondly. This happens almost every time he drinks, and usually, that’s why he doesn’t drink too much when he’s by himself. He gets too cuddly with people and you’re usually the one to keep him from bedding everyone he sees.  You suppose he somehow didn’t end up with anyone in bed and he’s disappointed now. “Do you think you’ll ever ask to sleep with me nicely, or will you just settle for wrestle-cuddling me into my own bed?” you ask, rolling your eyes as San does not answer, just pulling you towards your room. “There’s my answer.”

You’re too used to his drunk antics and just let him move you around. It’s comforting in a way, that he’s comfortable enough around you to do this with you, and it makes your heart warm whenever he throws his arm around you and presses his face in your neck.

You’d never admit it, but it’s nights like this when you sleep the best. With his warm breath tickling your neck, you let your body relax and your eyes flutter shut.

-

“God, I’ve got a raging headache,” San groans when he sees you enter the kitchen with a mess of bed hair. “I went so crazy with the soju last night, I think I’m going to die.”

You laugh, reaching for the pot to make some oatmeal for him. “Don’t be so dramatic. Why did you even drink so much anyway? No bitches?”

San snorts but immediately whines from the sharp pain that probably shot through his skull. “You’re so mean to me! No, I got no bitches, but that was from my own choice anyway. I don’t want to fuck around anymore.”

Both your eyebrows raise into your hairline. “No? What changed things, hm? Finally decided your one true love is Byeol?” As if on cue, your shared cat meows and curls around your ankles, and you bend down to scratch behind her ears.

“Never had to decide that, we all know she’s the real number one in my life. No, I think I’m interested in someone.” You stop your petting of Byeol, who meows in protest and runs off to pout somewhere. “Come on, don’t act like you just saw a ghost.”

“Who?” is the only question that comes out of your mouth. Of course, San has had a crush before, but he’s never stopped screwing around unless he was actively dating that person. He’s a fuckboy, but he’s not a piece of shit at least. This is new.

“Lee Yeseul. I met her yesterday at the party, and she’s so sweet. She was so out of place at the party, and not in a mean way. She just…has such an aura around her.” San’s voice is soft even just talking about her and you get the feeling he’s being serious. “We’re meeting up for coffee today.”

“That’s…amazing, Sanah. I really hope it goes well for you,” you smile at him, pushing a bowl of oatmeal over to him. “Don’t forget to let me make a speech at your wedding.”

San chuckles, rolling his eyes at your jokes. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t you have study group today? Go there and stop bothering me.”

You ruffle his messy hair before planting a kiss on it and pinching his cheek. He blindly reaches around to smack at you but you dodge him easily, laughing as you head out to grab your keys. “See you later, Sanah. Have a good da-ate.”

San grumbles at you but ultimately returns to his food. You think you can hear him muttering about you being a pain in the ass and you smile to yourself. You don’t have the heart to tell him you know Lee Yeseul…and she’s a major bitch. You sincerely hope she’s sweet to San at least—he deserves the best. But you find her absolutely draining, especially with how often she talks about herself and doesn’t pay attention to anyone else ever. If she cries in your class one more time you think you might smack her yourself.

You still remember the time you had gotten a call that your grandfather had died, and after overhearing your conversation, instead of comforting you, she started talking about how “so many of my family members died in the past ten years.” Sure, maybe she was trying, but you’ve known about her antics enough that it was clear she just wanted to make it about her.

But if San likes her, who are you to interfere? He has a pretty good eye for who has a good personality so maybe Yeseul has changed. You’re not one to stop him. Not that you ever could. When he first started going out to party, you would tag along to make sure he wouldn’t make any bad decisions, but your efforts seldom paid off. You’re pretty sure he must be blessed since he somehow hadn’t pissed off anyone majorly enough to have them call a hit on him.

Shaking your head, you rid yourself of these thoughts and go to the library. There’s no use dwelling on it, the more you think about it, the worse your feeling about his crush on Yeseul gets. He’s a grown man, he doesn’t need you to parent him.

“Woah, who pissed in your cereal?” You should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to hide your bad mood from your study buddy, Hongjoong. Although you only see him for studying, you’re confident enough to call him your closest friend other than San. “Are you okay?”

You sigh, dropping your books on the table. It earns you a harsh ‘shh’ from the librarian which you apologise half-heartedly for. “Do you remember Yeseul? Lee Yeseul?”

Hongjoong’s brows raise high into his hairline. “The professional bitcher? What did she do now?”

“San’s into her, and with her personality, she’s probably loving the attention from the professional heartbreaker.” You groan, glaring at the cover of your organic chemistry textbook. “It’s none of my business if he cares for her, but damn, I wish he could’ve picked anyone else.”

Hongjoong hums, leaning forward and poking at the top of your head. “Look, you’ve been his friend for years. I think you have a bit more of a reason to poke your nose into his business than most. Give it a few weeks, and if it truly bothers you, then you can bring it up to San.”

You sigh. “Maybe.” You say nothing else on the topic and Hongjoong knows not to broach it anymore. Sometimes you wish he wasn’t so smart.

-

“YN, I didn’t know you knew Yeseul!” is the first thing San says to you one week after he returns from one of his many dates with her. “When I mentioned you being my roommate she told me you were in the same class as her.”

You wince to yourself as you take a long swig of your coffee. “Mmh, I didn’t think it was that relevant,” you say. You can practically hear Hongjoong rolling his eyes at your excuse. You know you should tell him your qualms about Yeseul, especially since the gross feeling in your gut has only gotten stronger. But you’re not sure you want to tread those waters. San’s sweet, but he’s loyal to a fault and probably wouldn’t like you talking badly about Yeseul.

San narrows his eyes, clearly suspicious but not willing to pry. “Well, maybe if we ever find you a date, we can go on a double date.” He moves on pretty quickly, though, walking over to lean over your shoulder and look at your laptop. “Still going on that paper?”

You hum, cracking your knuckles. “Yeah, it’s due tomorrow so I need to pump it out today and then get Hongjoong to look it over.” You lean back, letting your head rest on San’s torso as you yawn. “I can’t wait for this to be over so that I can graduate already.”

San laughs, leaning down to rest his chin on your head. “You’re smart. You can do this. And when you’re done, I’ll take you to a party and we can celebrate.”

You groan, shifting forward and putting your hands back on the keyboard. “Well, in that case, I should get back to writing this.” As you start typing again, you hear the buzzer ring and the warmth of San’s body leaves you as he goes to check who it is.

“Oh, hey, Yeseul! Come on up!” Your eyebrows raise into your hairline and your head snaps up. Why would Yeseul go to all this trouble of coming here? Didn’t they just see each other?

You close your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths before facing the dragon herself. You can hear the tell-tale sound of her voice pitched up to sound more sweet, although it’s grown to be grating on your ears. “Hi, Sannie,” she purrs and you have to refrain from retching. “I was on my way home but I realised it went right by your apartment so I figured I could come say hi. It doesn’t look like you’re too busy, right?”

“No, not at all,” San replies, and you hate how sweetly he talks to her. “YN is in too, she’s writing her final paper. Wanna say hi? She could probably use the distraction.”

No, I don’t need the distraction, is what you want to scream out, but your mother did not raise you like that although you wish she did. Instead, you just smile politely at the girl entering your kitchen. “Hello, Yeseul. Good to see you again.”

“Hey, YNie!” Her cheery nickname for you has your eye twitching. “How’s the paper going? I finished mine a few weeks ago so I’m home free. Just need to submit it.”

“That’s great, Yeseul,” you say, tone slightly more monotonous than you wanted it to be and San shoots you a look. “Hopefully you get a good grade on it.”

“Hey, would you want to join us for dinner?” San cuts in and you can already feel a headache starting to pulse behind your eyes. “I was going to order pizza since it’s my turn today and I’m not nearly as good of a cook as YN.”

“Oh, that would be lovely! I don’t mind whatever toppings,” Yeseul claps happily. The urge to punch her in the face increases bit by bit for you. San nods happily, stepping out into the living room to place the call. After a moment, Yeseul turns to you with puppy eyes and you brace yourself for whatever she has up her sleeve. “Could I trouble you for a glass of water, YNie?”

You try your best to keep your composure as you get up to fetch her a glass of water. She takes it without even a thank you and you decide you’d much rather die than deal with her any longer so you close your laptop with a sigh. “I’m actually meeting with a friend for dinner, but you definitely should stay and have fun,” you say, smiling as plausibly as you can. You do not have dinner plans but you’re sure you can figure it out.

When you go into your room, you’re drawing blanks. You’re still going out, but you’ll probably just end up calling a friend to complain. As you leave the room and grab your keys, San meets eyes with you and frowns. “Where are you going?”

“Ah, I promised to have dinner with a friend so I’m heading out. Enjoy your time with Yeseul, though.”

The furrow between San’s brows deepens. “But I already ordered the pizza.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I can bring the leftovers tomorrow for lunch. Sorry, I just forgot to tell you, but I really have to go now. Bye!” Before he can say goodbye as well, you slip out the door. The suffocating feeling that is encompassing you lifts and you sigh in relief, but then you somehow feel worse at the idea of San and Yeseul having fun and giggling and cuddling.

You shake your head again, trying to clear your muddled thoughts before setting down to go find your dinner. Fast food was the easiest option, and you figured you could at least sit in your car and wallow in self-pity.

-

After you receive your order you park and pull out your phone, scrolling through your contacts. You don’t want to call your family because as much as you love them, they can be a bit over-protective and probably will offer to help you find a different apartment and that would be a bit dramatic. In the end, Hongjoong is probably the next best option.

He doesn't pick up immediately, and you’re just about to hang up when the phone crackles and Hongjoong’s voice comes through. “Why are you calling me?”

You can’t help but bark out a laugh at his disgruntled tone. “Hongjoong, it’s a perfectly reasonable hour to call, don’t blame me for your shit sleeping schedule. Are you actually free though?”

Hongjoong sighs and if you focus you can hear the sound of him rolling over in bed. “What’s up?”

“It’s about Yeseul again. She came around today, and it was just…so suffocating. Like, why did San have to pick her? There’s so many girls, and out of them all he picks her? The most bitchy one I know?”

Hongjoong hums. “Why does it annoy you so much?”

You groan, leaning your head back and taking a long sip of your drink. “She’s self-centred, bitchy, and she’s just so fake. I don’t think this relationship will end well, Joong. Clearly he’s just blinded and she’s so manipulative.”

“But why are you so bothered by this specifically? I mean, sure we’ve had bad interactions with Yeseul, but you’re pretty nonchalant about the shit San gets up to and you like to let him deal with the consequences himself.”

You frown glaring at the phone although you know he can’t see it and you pop a fry into your mouth. “I don’t know. It just feels different. I feel like I should interfere this time. I mean, he’s a lot more serious this go around.”

Hongjoong hums, rolling once again as he yawns. “YN, be totally honest with me. This is a shot in the dark, but I think this is pretty important.” You hold your breath in anticipation. “Do you like San?”

“Oh sure, he’s a good friend–”

“You and I both know that’s not what I meant.” You bite your lip, stiffening in your chair. “YN, you need to be honest with yourself. The way you talk about San, you interact with him, it’s not how just roommates, just friends interact. You kiss each other's heads, YN. And it can be platonic, but I’ve rarely seen San do that to his female friends, and I’ve never seen you do that, period. You don’t even kiss me.” His voice turns teasing on the last bit but you’re too shocked to register.

Do you like San? You love him like a friend, of course. But when you think about him being with anyone else, even if it wasn’t Yeseul, something in you aches. When you think about San’s smile being directed to anyone else, you can feel a burning in your gut. The answer is clear, whether you like it or not.

“I…yes. I do.” The confession comes out quietly. “But I don’t want to do anything about it. Like you said, it’s up to San whether he likes Yeseul enough. I can’t interfere.”

You can practically hear the look Hongjoong would be levelling at you. “Why not?”

You shrug. “When San likes someone, nothing can stop him from liking someone unless he wants to. I’ll just let it run its course and hopefully my own feelings will vanish in the process.”

“That doesn’t sound very healthy, YN.”

You let out a despondent laugh. “Sure, probably not. But who knows? Maybe I can find someone else in the process.” You let out a sigh before glancing at your now-cold sandwich. “I gotta head out, but thanks for talking, Joong. I’ll see you in class.”

Hongjoong can barely say goodbye before you hang up the phone and lean back. This is going to be difficult. The more you see Yeseul, the more you know you’ll accidentally slip up and something will tip her and San off. Your headache is pulsing behind your eyes and you take a small bite of your sandwich, your appetite diminishing. You miss being a child and your biggest worry is that San sneezed on your lollipop.

With another groan, you wrap up the sandwich and just go for a late-night drive instead to clear your head. It’s something that has never failed to calm you down and keep your mind level. San always berates you for driving alone at night, but you’d like to say you’re pretty safe. Plus, even he has agreed that it’s pretty calming when—you frown, forcing thoughts of San to leave your brain.

You don’t really know how long you’ve been out, but it’s surely long enough that Yeseul has left. As you carefully open the door, there’s a long silence, and you sigh, happy you made it home free. But as you’re about to call out for San, you hear a high-pitched moan come from his bedroom. And it certainly is not San.

You almost turn tail and head right back out of the apartment when you hear San’s reverberating moans fill the house. Against your better judgment, you take off your shoes and step closer towards his bedroom. His bedroom door is cracked open and curse him for putting his mirror right in view where you can see him leaning back on his bed, his lower half hidden off the edge of it and you can only see Yeseul’s knees.

And in your head, you know it’s wrong. But your heart is beating out of your chest and you can feel heat building in your core. And, well, you’ve always worn your heart on your sleeve. You keep yourself pressed against the wall, staring at the way the muscles in San’s neck strain and the way he moans with every snap of his hips. You’re sure your panties are soaked through by now, and your teeth sink into your lower lip to keep yourself quiet. The taste of copper enters your mouth but you couldn’t care less.

It’s only when San sits up, probably to fuck into Yeseul better and he disappears from the mirror that you rip yourself away and escape into your own room. Not another thought enters your brain as you strip your leggings and underwear off, flopping on your bed and closing your eyes as you let your hand trail down to press against your slick pussy. It doesn’t take long for you to sink your fingers into your sopping cunt, turning your head to bury your face into your pillow.

The guilt in the back of your mind is quickly sent away as you imagine San’s hands fucking you instead. He’s always had well-worn hands, and your brain fogs up as you imagine him leaning forward to mouth at your neck as he fucks you.

Your brain flips back and forth between the idea of him eating you out so well and fucking so many loads into you with his thick cock that your stomach swells and you whimper into your pillow as your core tightens and you come onto your fingers. You feel tears prick your eyes as you get up to wipe your hands of the cream coating your fingers and toss the tissue in the trash. You’re not sure how you’ll be able to face San or Yeseul again after that.

You can feel the shame burning inside of you and you close your eyes and cry yourself to sleep silently.

-

Waking up is disorienting, your eyes red-rimmed and your bottom lip raw and blood dried on it. You feel like death and you’re pretty sure you can’t attend class like this. You lean over and grab your phone, yawning as you send your professor a text with a weak excuse. You don’t really care how plausible it is, Professor Jeong usually is quite understanding so you don’t worry about that for too long. San had texted you an hour ago, asking if you had come home, and you choose not to answer it.

You can hear mumbling in the other room, probably Yeseul and San sharing goodbyes, when you hear the door shut behind her. Unlike you, she’s probably happy to go to class and tell all her friends about her night with the campus fuckboy.

It takes another thirty minutes for you to finally roll out of bed and put some lotion on your face, hoping for the traces of the questionable night you had to erase from your face. Once you’re satisfied with your appearance, you venture out into your living room where San is standing by the door. “When did you get back?” he asks without even turning around. “I texted you like, an hour ago.”

You shrug, avoiding his eyes as you move into the kitchen to find breakfast. “I only just woke up, San.”

Your roommate gives a short huff, following close behind you. “Don’t you have class? Yeseul just left so you could walk with her.”

You try not to roll your eyes at the idea of that. “I’m not feeling well so I don’t think I’ll go.” “You’re not feeling well?” San’s voice deepens in concern and as you grab a yoghurt, he places his hand atop your forehead. “You are feeling pretty warm.”

At his touch, too many memories of last night flood through your brain and you shake away his hand. “Yeah. I’ll just go lie down for a little. Have a good day.”

Before he can say anything else, or realise your suspicious behaviour, you dodge past him and head off back into your room to hide. “I left your pizza in the fridge,” he calls after you and you just grunt in thanks before barricading yourself in your room.

You lean against the door for a minute before you realise you didn’t even grab a spoon. Unwilling to go back out there, you’ve resigned yourself to licking it out of the container like a cat when you hear a gentle knock at the door.

“I got you a spoon,” San’s unsure voice filters through the wooden door, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Thanks, San,” you murmur, turning to open the door a crack and take the proffered utensil. “Sorry for being short with you.”

His lips quirk into a half-smile, a silent acceptance of your apology. “I get it. Just get some rest, YN.”

You close the door again, this time a warm heart in your chest mixing with the guilt you still feel in your gut. You’re not sure how on earth you’re going to get over your feelings for San.

-

Avoiding San goes well for the most part. You are in your finals week anyway, and you’re spending most of your time at the library or in class. Your college’s library stays open for 24 hours during the last week of school anyways so some nights you’ve just been staying there until morning. Hongjoong disapproves heavily but doesn’t say much about it and you appreciate his support either way.

Avoiding Yeseul proves much harder. She seems to always find her way to wherever you happen to be, interrupting you and Hongjoong’s study sessions with a perfect smile and narrowed eyes. You don’t know what she wants from you, and you aren’t pleased with her presence.

But one evening, you’re about to leave the library to have some dinner when she corners you. “YN, let’s talk,” she says in that sickeningly saccharine voice of hers, looping her arm into yours and pulling you down the street. “I have some things to ask you.”

Unwilling, you try to tug your arm out of her grasp, but the girl is stronger than you expected. She pulls you all the way to her dorm on campus, sitting you down on her leather couch. “What is your relationship with Choi San?”

Her question comes so suddenly you need a minute to register. To her credit, Yeseul waits patiently for you to gather your thoughts. “He’s my friend and roommate?” you say as truthfully as you can muster, although you know it’s an absolute lie, and judging from her expression, Yeseul doesn’t believe you either.

“Don’t take me as a fool, YN. The way he talks about you is undeniable.”

“That seems like something you should be talking to him about,” you say, attempting to get up from the couch but Yeseul just pushes you back down.

“I’ve tried. He just tells me there’s nothing to worry about and I don’t believe that,” Yeseul grits through her teeth.

And you have to give it to her. She did try to come to San about her worries. But the way she refuses to trust him grates on your nerves. He stopped his fuckboy activities to be with her, and yet she’s worried about you, one of the few girls who isn’t all over him at any moment. You arch a brow. “Do you not trust him?”

Yseul scoffs. “Of course not. He’s a fuckboy. But I like the status I get with him. I just don’t want to end up embarrassed.”

Well, that will be inevitable, you can’t help but think to yourself. No matter how much your relationship with San is strained, you’re not about to let Yeseul talk shit about him like he isn’t genuinely trying for her.

“That’s where you come into play,” Yeseul’s smirk turns sharp. “I’m going to call San. Ask him to choose between us. If he chooses you, then I want you to stay far, far away from him.”

You shrug. No matter the outcome, it’s not like you’re not already keeping your distance from San. In the end, you’ll just tell him to break up with her and let him deal with the chaos himself. “Go ahead,” bitch.

San picks up on the first ring. “Yeseul?” He’s cheery and your heart aches at the thought of Yeseul breaking his so easily. “What’s the occasion?”

“Hey, babe, I just have a quick question, and I need you to answer truthfully for me, okay?” At his pause, she takes that as a go-ahead. “Who would you pick? Me or YN.”

There’s a long silence on the phone. “Yeseul, we need to break up.”

Only one thing unites you and Yeseul in this moment, and it’s your shared confusion for San’s reaction. “What do you mean?” her voice turns panicked. “Isn’t that a little far?”

“You’ve been stuck on this, and I don’t know how much I have to reassure you, Yeseul. I haven’t even seen YN for the past two weeks. And she’s my closest friend. I’m not dropping her for a two-week relationship. I hope you have a good time, Yeseul.”

Before you can react at all, Yeseul screeches and points an accusing finger at you. “This is all your fault, YN!”

Your jaw drops at her absolute audacity. “My fault? What are you on? I was just trying to live peacefully when you dragged me into this plot ignoring my advice. I told you to talk to him, to just fucking trust him. God, you’re an idiot. And I’m going home.”

Without another word, you leave, still fuming over that interaction. Couldn’t she just have made the call without you? You’re happy you don’t have to do all the convincing for San to leave her, but that just complicates things for you. Would he really so easily drop Yeseul just for you? From what you’ve heard, he was practically head over heels for her.

With another sigh, you head back to the library. You need to finish that exam.

-

“Pens down, and turn in your exams,” you hear the professor call, and you don’t think you’ve ever gotten up so fast. You’re so, so fucking happy that you’ve finished your last year and now you’re free.

As soon as your professor accepts your paper you race out of the lecture hall, only stopped by the cafeteria when you hear someone call your name. Lee Juyeon, someone you’ve started growing closer to, waves you down. “Hey, YN, congrats on finishing!” he smiles at you and you can’t help but smile back, the giddiness contagious.

“Thanks! You too,” you say, pulling him into a hug. “It’s so nice to be done.” Practically nothing could dampen your mood, especially seeing Juyeon. He’s sweet, and you have an inkling he likes you. And you’re not opposed to it.

“It really is,” Juyeon agreed cheerfully. “Look, I have to go celebrate with my family, I just wanted to say hi. But hey…there’s this end of the year party on Saturday, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”

And your suspicions were right. You think about it for a moment. You’re not the biggest party person, anyone knows that, but Juyeon is sweet and just what you need, so you accept eagerly. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to exchange numbers and for him to promise to send you more details before he runs off. And through your excitement, you know you still have to go meet with San who’s probably waiting for you just outside. He wanted to see you as soon as you finish your exams, and you didn’t have the heart to decline.

“Congratulations on finishing your last exam, YN!” San cheers as soon as you exit the college building. “I’m so proud of you!”

You’re too tired to complain when San sweeps you up into a hug, just letting yourself relax in his firm arms. After all this work, you think you’ll let yourself indulge in his affection. “Thanks, Sanah. I appreciate it.” You let your chin rest on his broad shoulder, closing your eyes and letting the exhaustion take over you. “Can I go to bed now?”

You hear him chuckle, the vibrations from his chest comforting you. “Yeah, yeah. We can celebrate later. Come on.”

He tugs you all the way to your apartment, dropping you on the couch and quickly curling right up next to you. You can’t bring yourself to care. “I’m proud of you,” he repeats into your hair as he tucks your head into his neck. Your eyes flutter shut.

When you reopen them, it’s bordering on evening. San is no longer wrapped around you, and you can hear him moving about in the kitchen. “San,” you call out, voice raspy from having just woken up. “What are you doing?”

“Ah, I’m making dinner,” he responds, his voice too warm for your liking, your heart beating just a little faster. “Come and eat.”

With a bit of difficulty, you rise from the couch and move to the kitchen, taking a seat at the counter. “Japchae? When did you learn how to cook this?”

San chuckles. “Wooyoung taught me the other day because he was bored. I figured it’d be a nice surprise for you after all your hard work.”

Your lips twitch, unsure if you should smile or pout. “That’s sweet. Thank you again, San.”

As you start eating the noodles (there’s a little too much sesame but you don’t have the heart to tell San that), San clears his throat. “So…I promised to take you to a party.”

You vaguely remember this conversation. “Ah, yeah. What did you have in mind?”

“There’s this end of the year party, it’s supposed to be the biggest one, hosted by Jackson Wang.”

“Ah–” you shake your head, eyes apologetic. “I promised someone else I’d go with them. I didn’t know that was the party you wanted to take me to. Maybe we can do something else on a different day?”

San’s lips turn downward the slightest bit. “That’s okay. There are other parties. Who invited you, by the way?” His tone is casual, and yet you still feel like you’re walking into the lion’s den.

“Ah, Lee Juyeon from college. I think he’s in Hongjoong’s philosophy department, but he’s a year behind. He’s cute so I figured I’d give it a try.”

“It’s a date?” Your brows furrow at the heaviness in San’s voice but you pay it no mind and nod. “I see. Well, have fun.”

The rest of the dinner is filled with silence, San picking at his food and you in no mood to try and dissect his mood. He takes your empty bowl and starts doing the dishes, and you mumble out a thank you before running back to your room. He’s clearly not willing to talk more and it’s best to give him space.

As you lay in bed, you can’t help but worry about what is so grating on his mind after you mentioned your date. You can’t think of anything that would cause him to be angry—as far as you’re aware he has no grudges against Lee Juyeon, much less met him. Shaking your head, you try and fall asleep. It’s best not to dwell on it, you can just ask him tomorrow.

-

It’s Saturday, and you’re in a foul mood. San hasn’t spoken to you in the four days leading up to the party, avoiding you like there’s no tomorrow. The only saving grace comes in the form of Juyeon’s excited texts, telling you all about his outfit for the party, and you respond with matching enthusiasm. When you meet with Juyeon in front of the large house where the party is held, the thought of San isn’t even on your mind. Instead, you just take Juyeon’s offered hand and follow him into the party.

You weave through the bodies, reaching the counter where shots are being passed around. “Want vodka or tequila?” Juyeon asks, his voice pitching higher to be heard over the bass. Without answering him, you just reach for the bottle of tequila, pouring the two of you shots. “Good choice,” Juyeon laughs, throwing his head back as he downs the alcohol, you following suit shortly.

“You know, I never pegged you for a college party fan,” you lean in, laughing. “Maybe I should hang out with you more.”

Juyeon chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Maybe you should. I know great party-throwers. Although I’ve heard you’ve been to your fair share, what being San’s friend and all.”

You shake your head, a smile on your face. “Maybe at first, but you know, organic chemistry isn’t an easy major to balance with a party life.”

Juyeon laughs loudly, bumping you with his hip. “I understand the pain. Philosophy falls into that category of majors too. Another shot?”

You take the second shot happily, letting the alcohol burn through your veins as you stumble alongside Juyeon’s wandering through the crowd. Whatever you’re doing is a blur, all you can focus on is Juyeon’s smile and his warm hand holding yours.

It feels like barely a moment has passed when Juyeon pulls you into a nearly empty room of couches, only a few other couples lingering in the corners. “I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself,” Juyeon starts, his eyes sparkling as he takes in your appearance. “It’s been fun hanging out.”

“I did too,” you agree with a small smile, looking up at him through your lashes.

He leans in, and you lean in, and your lips brush. It’s a sweet kiss, one that you lean into as Juyeon wraps his arms around your waist. It’s warm and you smile into it. And then a familiar face pops into your head. You wonder to yourself how San would kiss you, if he would do it as sweetly as Juyeon or if he would devour your lips like it was his last meal.

When Juyeon pulls away for air, you feel guilt burning in your stomach again. Why would you think of other men when Juyeon’s right here in front of you? As Juyeon leans in to kiss you again, you almost move back before a hand grips your shoulder and pulls you into a broad chest.

“Hey, man, I’m going to have to talk to YN if you don’t mind.” You’d recognise your best friend’s voice anywhere, and it only serves to fill you with annoyance. Sure, you weren’t as into Juyeon’s kisses as you expected, but it doesn’t mean you’re thrilled to be interrupted by the man who’s been ignoring you.

Juyeon takes one look at San, and something changes in his eyes. A mix of reluctance and acceptance, and with a short nod and smile towards you, he slips away from you. You turn to San, frowning at the sharpness in his narrowed eyes, not one you’re used to seeing or enjoy seeing. “Why would you kiss him?” he spits, and your annoyance grows with confusion being added to the mix.

“What do you mean, ‘why kiss him’? I told you, San, I was on a date. Why the fuck did you interrupt us?”

“I like you.” Those three words would be a dream for you to hear from his mouth…if you weren’t so pissed.

“No, fuck that. I do not need to hear that from you right now. Not when I was enjoying my night with Juyeon. What was confessing supposed to do for you, San? It’s too late now. I wanted to enjoy this party, and now I have to go apologise to Juyeon for you.” San opens his mouth to speak, but you shake your head, pushing him away from you.

You leave San standing by himself as you search for Juyeon, your mood immediately souring. Why would he fucking do this to you? You can feel tears burning your eyelids and you abandon your search for Juyeon, searching instead for some liquor to take away your embarrassment.

As you pour yourself another shot of tequila, you notice a familiar face, Hongjoong talking to a girl you recognise as someone he hangs out with sometimes. They look like they’re getting it on and you feel a little bad, but you need his advice. “Hey, Kim Hongjoong!” you call out to him, waving him over. Hongjoong’s eyes brighten and he makes his way over, leaving the girl staring after him longingly, but her attention is soon taken away by two other guys. You recognise one of them from the cafeteria but you don’t remember his name.

“Hey, YN, what’s up? I didn’t expect to see you here, did San take you?” Your face falls and Hongjoong realises he stepped into dangerous territory. “Okay, what happened?”

-

“I can’t believe San is mad at me for kissing someone at the party,” you groan after explaining to Hongjoong the events leading up to now. “Sure, maybe it wasn’t the best move on my part but he’s had like, twenty million one-night stands, and yet I can’t kiss someone else? He hasn’t even talked to me after I mentioned going on a date. And yet he looked positively murderous after he saw me kissing that other guy.”

Hongjoong tilts his head, confused. “Isn’t that what you wanted, though? You like him.”

“I did! I do! But I’m so sick of waiting around for him, and I could’ve had a chance at liking someone else. He’s all over the place, and I don’t know if that’s what I want in a man.” You’re lying to both Hongjoong and yourself, and Hongjoong knows it, raising an eyebrow.

“Honestly, YN, it just sounds like you need to talk to him.” Hongjoong crosses his arms, tapping his foot and eager to back to the girl was with, but also not wanting to ditch you in your time of need. You feel a little bad for pulling him away, but your mind is swirling with so many thoughts, you don’t know if you can sort them out by yourself and drinking to erase those thoughts is not something you like to do. You’re not San.

And speak of the devil, you smell his familiar cologne before his hand lands on your shoulder and pulls you into his chest. You whirl around out of his grip and glare at him. “Get off me,” you snap. “I’m in the middle of a conversation right now, Choi San.”

With one glance at Hongjoong, he raises his hands and winks at you. “Have that talk, YN. It’ll do you more good than harm.”

Oh, you’re going to kill that traitor after the party. You turn your attention back to San, your mouth twisted into a frown. “You make this quick or else.”

San has the decency to look a little ashamed as his eyes shake. “Can we talk on the patio? It’s too loud in here.”

With a dramatic sigh, you grab his wrist and pull him through the crowd to the back door, practically slamming it behind you. You can see the eyes of people interested in the drama through the windows but you pay it no mind. “Speak. You get five minutes before I go back in and you don’t talk to me again for the rest of the night.”

San’s face falls and his lips pull into a pout. But no matter how subconsciously adorable he is, you refuse to fall for his charms this time. The heat of anger is still curling in your gut when you think about the argument from earlier. “YN, come on, I had a good reason.”

You shake your head, ignoring the strands of hair that fall into your eyes. “No, San. Confessing to me is not a good reason to fuck up my night. You didn’t even apologise. You’ve been ignoring me for days after I mentioned my date, and the moment I kiss Juyeon you get all angry and jealous? Be for real.” You pause for breath, glaring daggers into his eyes. “You are not owed my time, especially after that shit you pulled. Yeseul’s jealousy is why you broke up with her, so why are you like this to me?”

San’s gaze intensifies and you can see him actively trying to reign in his temper. Although he does his best to remain calm, if tempers are rising, he can be intense. “YN, what was I supposed to do? Watch you go out with him? Watch you slip from my fingers just like that?”

“Yes!” you all but scream at him. “If I could sit by and let Yeseul take each little bit of your heart, you could’ve done the same! I was going to be happy, San! I wouldn’t have to sit behind and watch you from the sidelines with my heart slowly cracking. But I don’t get that same courtesy.”

You step forward, poking his chest with a finger as you let loose your storm of thoughts. In your anger, you don’t even notice San’s arm moving until it wraps around your waist and pulls you into him. The action shocks you enough that you stop mid-sentence, your finger still pressing into San’s flesh. “You love me?” San leans in, his nose brushing against yours.

You can feel heat flare up in your face as you stare wide-eyed at him. It takes you a moment to register your compromising position and you stumble back, pushing at his chest. “Don’t do that,” you hiss, turning your eyes away. “I don’t like you, San. Not anymore.”

“You’re lying.” San’s voice is firm. “Look at me in the eyes and tell me you don’t like me anymore.”

You don’t know where you got it from. You’ve never been good at lying, not to San. Maybe it was the alcohol burning through your system, mixing with the shame and anger you feel. But this time, you stare him directly in the eye and say the four words that might’ve been the biggest lie in your life. “I don’t like you.” San’s brows furrow and he shakes his head.

“No–”

“Yes, San. You cannot just waltz around and expect me to keep the patience I had for you. I’m sick of being pulled around like a puppet. Maybe at first you didn’t know. But refusing to give me space when I asked for it?” You shake your head, glancing back at the party. “I’m going back in. We can talk about the apartment lease later.”

Without glancing back, you re-enter the house. And maybe it hurts a little that he doesn’t go after you, but at this point, you’re too numb and all you want to do is go home and cry. But home is not an option, not when it would probably be the first place he would look for you. Fighting back the tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you slide into your car, staring blankly at the wheel for a long moment until you feel composed and sober enough to drive.

And drive you certainly do. You’re not quite sure where you’re going, and you’re plenty aware that this is a bad idea, but you just let yourself go around and calm yourself down first. The crisp breeze paired with the warm spring air does wonders to clear your head and paired with the late times, there are not too many cars out. It’s peaceful.

You’re not too sure how long you were out, but it’s long enough for the blurry memory of the argument to clear and you groan, pulling over to park by the side of the road and let your head hit the steering wheel. You went too far. San had always been the more emotional of you two, always wearing his heart on his sleeve. He must’ve had a hard time with Yeseul, and although it doesn’t excuse him, you never gave him a chance to properly apologise.

With a sigh, you check your phone to see five missed calls and twenty texts from San asking where you are. He somehow even got your neighbours (a sweet couple in their twenties who babysit Byeol sometimes) to ask you if you’re okay. As your finger hovers over the call button, debating whether to call him back, bright headlights shine behind your car and you stiffen. Your hand hovers over the pepper spray you keep in the dash as you press the call button in a panic. No matter what the disagreement was about, you know San would still come to your aid if you needed it.

“YN, open the door. I’ve been worried sick!” San’s voice crackles through the receiver and you spin around in your seat, squinting at the figure standing behind your car and your shoulders sag in relief.

“God, San, you scared the shit out of me!” you scold, leaning over to unlock the passenger seat and push the door open while hanging up the call. “Get in here.”

A haggard-looking San slides in, his eyes red-rimmed and mouth pressed into a thin line. The car that drove him turns and you look back in confusion before San starts explaining. “I wanted to give you space so I stayed at the party,” he starts explaining after a moment. “But I got worried and went to the apartment to find you. But you weren’t there, and I asked all your friends. I’m lucky you left your location on, and my friend gave me a ride.”

You wince. You forgot about turning off your location, although you’re glad you didn’t as it would’ve been more dangerous otherwise. “I’m sorry,” you mumble, turning your eyes to look out the windshield. “I just needed to clear my head so I went for a drive.”

There’s a long period of suffocating silence between the two of you when San finally speaks, his voice quiet. “I’m sorry,” he starts and your head snaps towards him, eyes wide. Of all the things you expected to fall from his lips, an apology is not one of those things. Not tonight, at least. “I was too pushy. I shouldn’t have ignored you, or interrupted your time with Juyeon. I should’ve talked to you like an adult.”

You laugh, resting your head on the steering wheel. “What an astute observation, San. However did you come to that conclusion?” Your exasperation is evident in your tone and San sucks in a breath at how done you seem. “Look, San. I’m sure you didn’t mean it to be that bad. But I’m just…tired. I’m tired of always wondering what is running through your mind, where I am in your list of importance. You date Yeseul, but break up with her over me. You give me the cold shoulder when I go on a date, but suddenly me being on a date is unacceptable. I just don’t know how to take anything.”

Against your will, tears start to drop onto your thighs, streaking down the skin and you sniff. “Shit,” San panics beside you. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He hands you a tissue and you take it with shaking hands, pressing your face into it as San tugs you closer, guiding you to lean against him.

He repeats soft little ‘sorry’s and leans his head atop yours, his tears falling onto your hair. The two of you stay in this position for a long while, no words are needed to understand the emotional moment.

“Let’s go home, YN,” San mumbles, his voice vibrating deep in your heart. “Let’s go home and we can talk tomorrow.”

You sniff again, tears run dry as you sit up and wipe your eyes. “Okay,” you whisper out. “Let’s go home.”

San stays attached to you throughout the drive home, his hand gripping onto your own hand whenever he can, and quickly wrapping you into a back hug as you walk up to the apartment. “I…cuddle with me tonight?” you ask, eyes flitting away from his face, missing the brilliant smile that spreads across it.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he hums, walking with you to his room, and he lets you slide in first, the smell of his detergent filling your mind and your eyelids flutter shut already. San crawls in next to you, pulling you close.

“Good night, YN,” San mumbles as your breathing evens out. As you drift off into sleep, you swear you feel his soft lips on your forehead but you dismiss it as wishful thinking.

-

When you reawaken, San’s still curled up, your body covered by his, his breathing slow and gentle. You can’t help but blink a couple of times to make sure it isn’t a dream when his arms tighten around your waist and he shifts. “YN?” His morning voice is as rough as always, rumbling low in his chest.

“Hey, Sanah,” you greet him quietly, leaning up to meet his eyes blinking slowly at you like a cat’s. “Good morning.”

“Hi.” He dips his head to nuzzle into your neck, breathing in your scent. “I should probably explain myself.” His voice vibrates against your neck and you giggle softly at the ticklish feeling.

“That would be nice.”

San huffs, but he can’t complain about your snark. “I like you, YN. I don’t know when I started to, and I definitely didn’t realise I did until I started dating Yeseul. I did like her, but not as deeply as I thought I did. It was so easy to break up with her as soon as she made me pick between you and her. The answer came to me without a doubt in my mind as soon as the question left her lips, and yet I still didn’t realise my true feelings.” He laughs self-deprecatingly, and you stroke his hair comfortingly. “I didn’t realise why I was so pissed about you going out with Juyeon, and that’s why I was avoiding you. It’s a stupid reason, I know. But I just didn’t know why, not until I saw you at the party kissing him. I just wanted to be there instead of you. And I’m sorry, and I understand if you don’t like me anymore, but–”

“I love you.”

His head snaps up to stare at you after your sudden declaration, and after he registers your words a smile spreads across his face. He puffs out a breathy chuckle and you know his answer before he even says it. “I love you too.”

His eyes shine like you’ve hung the stars in the skies, and when they flit down to your lips, you know an unspoken question when you see it. You lean forward slowly, letting your eyes close once more when your lips meet his.

And damn, you were right about how San kisses. In a second, he deepens the kiss, bringing his hands up to cup your face while his tongue swipes at your lips. Shyly, you part your lips and he dives right in, licking into your mouth and biting at your lips.

“Sanah,” you gasp into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his plush lips. “Sanah–”

You repeat his name like a prayer as his lips travel down to your neck, littering wet kisses and bite marks all over your sensitive skin. “Fuck, baby, you’re so sweet to me,” San moans against your body. “Please, please, let me treat you right, make it up to you. Let me worship you.”

You whine as he laves his tongue over your breasts spilling out of the crop top you had worn last night. Any other time you would’ve stressed at how gross the clothes were but right now you could hardly even think about it. “Fuck, yes, please,” you beg when San nips at your cleavage, leaving a mark.

“Ah, already begging for me,” San groans, his hips pressing into your legs. “You’re so perfect.” His voice grows whiney as his sucks on your nipples, making your back arch.

His kisses move down your body until his breath is ghosting over your stomach and his hands are pawing at your pants, shoving them down as quickly as he can. He doesn’t have the same amount of minimal patience for your panties, and before you can react, he’s ripped them off your legs. “Choi San!” you scold, shifting to try and sit up but his grip on your hips stops you from moving too far.

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” San promises before diving right in and sucking at your clit without another moment’s hesitation. Your hips jerk and your core tightens at the sudden feeling as you throw your head back and moan so loudly it’s bordering on a scream

His ministrations on your dripping cunt have you wordless. His fingers are pressing into your hip bones, the sensation making you squirm. As soon as his tongue breaches your clenching hole your hands fly down to grasp at his hair. “Fuck–” you squeal, your legs attempting to close but San just pushes them apart again, busying himself in your folds.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” San groans, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine as he lets his teeth scrape against your clit. You can hardly focus on anything at the barrage of sensations filling you up, San fucking his tongue into you so well. Your thighs are shaking as you can feel yourself grow wetter and wetter against his face.

When you tilt your head down, he meets your eyes as he moves one of his hands to push a finger into your hole. “Shit–” your grip on his hair tightens impossibly. “Sanah–”

“Come for me, love,” San groans, and you let the dam break, screaming out his name until your voice is hoarse, and San licks up your release through it all.

When he finally pulls away from your twitching and sensitive core, his lips are covered in your glistening slick, thick globs of it sitting pretty on his chin. Without thinking, you pull him down and crash your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue. San groans as you lick his face clean, shoving your tongue deep into his mouth.

“Fuck, I need to fuck you right now or else I think I might go insane,” San growls, blindly fumbling in his nightstand to pull out a condom as he shoves down his sweats to reveal his hard, red cock. Without another thought, he opens the pack with his teeth, rolling the latex down his length with ease thanks to the precum dribbling down it.

He lines up, the tip of it kissing your hole, when you groan. You’re much too impatient for this, reaching down and holding him steady as you shift your body to sink onto his thick cock. “Shit, YN,” San grits out as you take him deeper and deeper until your cunt kisses his crotch. “You’re too much.”

You pant, shifting on his cock as you try to get used to the stretch. He’s not the longest you’ve had, but he’s thick and the stretch is almost too much. “You’re fucking talking, you fill me up so fucking well, Sanah.” You hiss as you throw your head back, the stinging melting into pleasure. “Fuck me already, San. Or should I go and find Juyeon to–”

You’re cut off by San thrusting into you so violently that you swear the bed shakes. “I don’t want to hear that fucking name out of your mouth anymore,” San commands, leaning forward until his body weight pins you down and your eyes roll back as he starts fucking into you with short, quick thrusts.

With every movement, you feel like you may break apart. You can hear every slick sound, the sound of it obscene, and yet all you want is more. Your previous release coats his cock so well, thick strings of it attaching to his hips.

His arms wrap around your waist, and before you can protest or do anything, he hoists you up until you’re sitting in his lap. You swear this angle makes him impale you even deeper, his cockhead kissing the perfect spot deep inside you. Your head drops to San’s shoulder, moaning against the fabric of his shirt. “Fuck, San, you’re so deep,” you moan high-pitched. “You’re so fucking good for me.”

San growls, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “You’re so tight for me, so much better than Yeseul. I saw you in the mirror, you know,” he whispers conspiratorially and you gasp and clench, snapping your head to look at him. “You’re not as sneaky as you thought, love. Did you touch yourself to the thought of me fucking you so well?”

You whine, words failing you, and San’s hips slow to a stop. You try your best to grind against him but his hands grip your waist, keeping you still. “Please–” you try to beg but San chuckles and nips at your earlobe.

“Answer me, YN.”

“Fuck– Yes!” you cry out, so eager for him to start moving again. “Wanted you to fill me with your cum so well until it was spilling out of me. Please, please, please, fuck me.”

“Hm.” And without any warning, San jerks his hips up into you, biting into your neck like a fucking vampire and you scream, hips stuttering as you come on his cock. You don’t think you’re making any coherent noises, just babbling into his neck as your bones become jelly from the overstimulation.

If you thought the sounds were obscene before, you swear they’ve become ten times worse as you lay limp against San’s body. He’s moving you up and down his cock like a doll and you pant, squeezing your eyes shut as you still feel aftershocks from your orgasm.

“Shit, you’re so warm around me, I’m gonna come,” San moans in your ear, his rhythm breaking as he drops your weight on his cock. You can feel him twitching inside you as his teeth sink into your neck once more. “God, I want to fill you up so badly, but that’s just going to have to wait, my love.”

After a long moment, he pulls out, groaning at your come coating the condom and his thighs. Without thinking, he dips his fingers in the mess and brings it to his mouth, licking it off like it’s the most delicious thing in the world to him. “Come here, baby,” he says in that beautifully raspy voice, and you lean forward, meeting his lips in another kiss.

This kiss is sweet and soft, but the lingering taste of your shared releases still permeates your taste buds. You sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder as he lays against the wall with you in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he apologises again, pressing another kiss to the top of your head and it’s almost like he hadn’t fucked you like it was your last day on earth. “I won’t ever leave you again.”

You hum, turning your head to pepper kisses over his neck freckles. “I should be the one saying that. I love you, San. And I’ll always run to you with no hesitation.”

[strawberrystepmom]

cw children, cw families. gojo x f!reader. they are married and have a 5 year old. | divider thanks to cafekitsune, wc 1k.

Kneeling with your daughter in the living room of your home, you sigh and brush her tear wet hair off of her round cheek, white strands sticking up on end thanks to being mussed up by your loving hands. She raises a fist and rubs her nose with it, dropping it at her side defeatedly when she finishes.

“Hey, it’s okay, alright? Let’s dry those tears, he won’t be mad at you.” 

She sniffles, shaking her head and bunching her little fists to shove beneath her armpits when she folds her arms over her chest. The little girl is far too much like her father Satoru when her cheeks are rosy and her pout is defiant, blue eyes scanning the rug beneath her feet and the walls for something interesting rather than meeting your glance. 

The sound of the keyless lock’s buttons being pressed alerts the usually excitable five year old that her father is home. Generally she’d leap up and run to the door and into his arms, helping him take off his shoes or carry his bag in, but today she stays firmly in place by your side. Gojo enters your home with a grin, lifting his blindfold and looking at the two of you with uncertainty. The grin dims, a brow is raised, and he approaches the living room with caution. Standing near the two of you, he tilts his head and looks downward. You mouth the word “trouble” and he nods his understanding.

“Alright baby, can you tell papa what happened today?”

Eyes wide with concern, the five year old turns her face upward to look at her father in his now uncovered eyes with a pout. A little sniffle bubbles out of her. You rub her back soothingly, kissing her temple while remaining kneeling at her side, wiping little tears away with your free hand. 

“I…I…,” she starts between sobs. “I got in trouble for letting Yukio eat from my chopsticks.”

Satoru stifles a laugh and you shoot him a withering glance from where you kneel next to your child, still rubbing her back through the half hearted sobs that wrack her body. He kneels down in front of her with arms extended, an invitation she accepts without much thought. Running face first into his chest, your husband lets out a dramatic “oof” and pets the back of her head.

“I don’t see why you should get in trouble for that.”

You agree although you decide to keep that information to yourself pending the rest of the story being told. Remaining kneeling, you comb the ends of her hair with your fingers while he pets her head and her sobbing begins to subside. 

“It’s okay. I’m not mad and neither is mama but tell me, where did you learn to do that?”

Little shoulders shake and the two of you exchange a knowing glance over the top of her head, grateful that she cannot see it bearing in mind how astute she is. Too much like both of you for her own good.

“I learned from mama.”

She learned how to feed another person straight from her utensil from the two of you. You raise your brows defeatedly and Satoru stifles another laugh, holding his daughter against his chest and pouting at you over her head.

“Oh did you?”

Whatever sorrow remained in your child has clearly disappeared thanks to the audible smile in her father’s question. She giggles against his chest, unburying her face just enough to reach upward and poke him in his chin.

“Yeah because she feeds you, papa. You don’t know how to eat on your own!”

It is now your turn to stifle a giggle, turning your head into your shoulder to pretend that you don’t find the drama of being five years old and witnessing your parents love each other hilarious. Your husband gasps at the accusation. There is no wondering where she gets it from. She pokes his chin again and wiggles out of his grasp, running toward you and looking over her shoulder.

“I’m not in trouble, right?”

The two of you shake your heads when she looks between you. 

“Nope. Go wash up and we’ll work on homework in a little bit, alright?” 

Smiling, she accepts kisses on her head as she walks toward the opposite end of your house. You watch her and shake your head with a sigh, finally giggling at your husband who holds his hand out to help you up.

“You’re a terrible influence. First, you give her that personality and now you’re teaching her how to make everyone think she’s the most adorable thing in the world, too. Do you have any shame Mrs. Gojo?”

Rolling your eyes, it’s hard not to bat at Satoru who chuckles in response to the playful touch. He captures your hand in his and lifts it to his mouth, pressing your knuckles against his lips. 

“I think that’s all her actually.” He beams down at you, lips curving against your knuckles as you speak. You remain humble despite being the home where the crown jewel of sorcery resides but that’s always what he’s liked about you, his eyes softening the longer they rest on your face. “You may have to learn how to eat by yourself though instead of stealing bites from me all the time, at least until she forgets she has only seen her father eat on his own probably three times in her entire life.”

He groans, theatrically tilting his head backward and sighing at the ceiling. Your hand is still pressed to his lips and he lifts his other hand to hold it against his face.

“How could you do this to me?”

Laughing, you lean in and rise to your tiptoes to kiss his chin. 

“Easily. Now let’s go see if I’m any better at math than I was when you were still doing my homework for me.”

He drops your hand but quickly collects it in his free one, tipping his head down toward you to capture your lips, effectively getting the last word while twining your fingers together.

[rafessweetgirl]

back to you ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ rafe cameron

pairing: exbf!rafe cameron x college!reader

summary: you’re living out your college dreams in miami when your past lover appears out of the blue. part 2 to everything you wanted.

warnings: none tbh

a/n: hey beautiful people i got part 2 right here for you. this isn’t the end, cs imma make a part 3. i just stopped writing and it felt right. this one’s for @sweetstrawberrianne who basically wrote it too <3

rafe was cool, calm, and calculated. always. a simple business trip never made him nervous. in recent years his business, cameron development, had gained nationwide outreach, managing properties across the country. rafe had met plenty of powerful people who didn’t intimidate him one bit. so why was he anxious?

because of you. 

this particular trip brought him right to you. moving to Miami was so like you. you always loved the beach back home in Kildare.

you were living the dream life. you attended the University of Miami, one of the best schools in the country, academically and party wise. you were well on your way to becoming a lawyer, your last year of undergrad almost through with. you absolutely adored your roommates and friends and could barely remember your life before them. but you were about to get a reminder.

———

lucky’s was your favorite coffee shop on campus. you went there whenever you could. homework? lucky’s. project? lucky’s. just needed some time alone? that was the spot. how rafe figured that out was a mystery. (he still stalked your insta) but he knew, and now he was sitting right across the cafe, trying to be discreet about staring at you. it was hard for him to keep his eyes off you. rafe felt like you’d disappear if his eyes even flickered elsewhere.

he knew you didn’t know he was coming. why would he tell you? the two of you hadn’t spoken in years. rafe can’t even remember the last time he actually liked one of your posts.

“can i get you anything else sir?” the server asked. 

rafe had ordered himself your favorite, an iced cherry chai latte. 

“yeah actually, could you get this for her?” rafe pointed towards you, sitting by the window, your body illuminated by the sun. you were literally glowing like the angel rafe saw you as. “i’ll pay but don’t let her know who it’s from.”

the server looked confused but she nodded and went to make your order. he watched as she finished preparing your drink and brought it over to you. you looked up and smiled at her, though you were puzzled when she set it in front of you. “oh, i didn’t order anything."

“i know, but it’s on the house."

"oh um....what?"

she just returned your smile and walked away. you scanned the cafe, trying to spot anything that could hint to who bought you the drink. and picked your favorite out of all of them.

just as you were about to get back to studying your eyes landed on him. rafe? no fucking way. there was no way that the hard blue eyed, soft blonde haired man staring back at you was rafe cameron. the love of your life.

you stood up quickly and gathered your things. you fumbled for your pencils and pens as they dropped the floor. as soon as you picked them up, you sped out the cafe. you couldn’t breathe. as you stepped outside, the sun hit your face, and a wave of calmness washed over you.

you had to be seeing things. it wasn’t exactly hard for you to see him after all this time, but him popping up unexpectedly threw you off. you’d forgiven yourself for leaving him a long time ago. it was difficult at first. for the first month you’d think about going back everytime your mind got a moment to rest. sometimes you’d open rafes contact, his name still ending in a heart emoji. your finger would hover over the call button, contemplating. should i call him?

but you couldn’t. the whole point of leaving was to start a new future. and you couldn’t do that if you let your past back in your life.

———

it had been two days since race’s ambush on you. to be honest, the whole thing had been at the back of your mind. it was almost finals week and the last thing you needed was an unwarranted distraction. you had to be one hundred percent focused on studying.

you decided today was probably a good day to go back to the cafe. rafe couldn’t still be in miami. you still wondered what rafe was doing here all these miles from kildare. the first reason that came to mind was you. rafe couldn’t stand to be without you so he just had to come and find you but that was a long shot and you didn’t want to be cocky. you walked up to the counter to order the usual.

“hi, what can i get you?”

“a medium iced cherry chai latte, please.” you smiled.

“okay, that’ll be three ninety-five.”

just as you looked down and reached in your purse to grab your wallet, a man popped up next to you, seemingly out of the blue. you looked up and time froze.

“i can pay for that.” rafe offered as he handed the barista a five dollar bill. to the outside world, some stranger had swooped in, offering his help. but to you time slowed and so did your heart. if seeing him across the cafe the first time was hard for you to handle, being this close to him was downright unbearable.

the barista took his money. she probably was the only one who assumed you knew rafe. she assumed correctly.

she quickly came back with the drink and you grabbed it and turned away from rafe, rushing over to your corner of the cafe. he followed suit of course.

he continued to stand as you sat down in the booth. “hi..” he started uncertainly.

“you didn’t have to do that rafe.” your tone was short. he didn’t necessarily deserve that, but you couldn’t afford to show emotion right now.

“what pay for your drink? of course i did, i always used to.” it was true. he provided for you in any way you could think of. even something as simple as buying you food.

“but i could’ve done it myself.”

rafe chuckled. “hah, okay, i know that but a thank you would be nice.”

you relaxed a bit. “i’m sorry, thank you for that.”

“of course.” he replied.

“what are you doing here?” he took that as an invitation to sit and pulled out a chair across the table from you.

“what anybody else is here for, coffee.” he grinned. it made your heart melt, only a little. you still missed him deep down inside.

you rolled your eyes. “okay, smartass, you know what i meant.”

“i know, i know.” he grabbed your drink and took a sip for himself. you watched him attentively. “just working with your school to develop some new housing.”

you had to admit it stung a little that he didn’t come just for you. but he was still here, sitting right in front of you. “oh, a business trip. of course.”

“yeah, but i’m not too worried about that right now. how have you been?”

“great.”

“just great?”

“i don’t know what else you want me to say, rafe. i really am doing great.” you sighed.

“no no that’s great.” he said, realizing that wasn’t the answer he was searching for. part of him wanted you to admit how hard it was for you to live without him.

“how about you?” you asked. “how have you been? i’m assuming business is good.”

“i’ve been doing great too. business is great, it lead me here to you. so i’m pretty content.” he smiled.

you warmed. you were glad he was good but you didn’t miss that comment. “well, um, that’s good.”

“yeah…..” he trailed off. the two of you sit in silence for a minute. you took turns taking sips of your drink until the ice sat in the cup by itself. rafe was the first to pop the silent bubble.

“i miss you. a lot.”

now you sweated internally. you missed him too, almost everyday, even though you were truly healed from the breakup. “i- i miss you too rafe.”

“for real?” he’d thought you’d moved on from him. gotten rid of any feelings for him.

you looked down at your drink and fiddled with your ring, one he’d gifted you. it didn’t have any special meaning, just a silver band with stars imprinted on it. you’d seen it in a small boutique and told rafe how it just spoke to you. he immediately dragged you in the store and bought it for you. your heart fluttered at the memory.

you looked up, your eyes met his blue ones. your favorite color. your lips formed into a small smile. “i never stopped.”

hope y’all loved it, stay tuned for part 3. stay blessed also <3 send in any thought asks etc related to the series!! added the cherry chai latte cs i just tried it at starbucks last weekend, i loved it.

taglist: @sweetstrawberrianne

[ofstoriesandstardust]

i just want your love (twisters - boone)

a/n: whatever, you can pry this from my cold dead heads.

summary: You've been a bit busy with the start of your master's program and Boone is feeling just the teeny tiniest bit left out.

warnings: fluff, alcohol mentions, swearing, insecurities, i hate you theory, when i catch you theory, unedited i wrote this in like an hour and a half

word count: 1.8k

Now, despite popular opinion, Boone was actually smart. 

While most people would’ve written him off as an uneducated, thoughtless hillbilly, Boone actually had a decent head on his shoulders. Reckless, yeah, loud and chaotic, sure. But he was the best editor the team had, swiftly cutting through b-roll and different angles, always putting on the best show for their viewers. 

But academia was not and never had been and probably never would be Boone’s strong suit. He hadn’t even finished high school. 

And when you had made the decision to go back to school for your Master’s you had warned him that it would be a huge time commitment on your end, that you wouldn’t be able to put as much effort or attention into your relationship as you had before. 

Your first semester would be the Fall semester, right at the heart of the off-season. He had pledged to you that he would be the best partner to you as you made the adjustment and he had pledged to himself that he would do his very best to stay out of your way. 

And yeah, sure, it was an adjustment for you. The long days were killer on you but he always made sure you had a lunch packed and a decent dinner to come home to (and if Cathy and Tyler were giving him tips and tricks and recipes on the side, no one needed to know). He had made sure to make himself scarce or at the very least quiet on weekends, hanging out more with Javi or Tyler and Kate, putting together more footage for compilation videos, and even picking up a new video game Javi had recommended to him. He was pretty sure even Dani and Lilly were sick of him hanging around their place, always bugging Lilly about Cairo and upgrades they could make, even though none of his friends ever had the heart to tell him to go away.

But this was killing him. He had been doing okay, because you usually spent time with him after dinner on the weekends or made breakfast with him and on Friday nights he could coerce you to curl up on the couch with a beer and takeout and watch a movie before you inevitably fell asleep with a piece of pizza in hand, forty five minutes into the movie. 

But last night, a Saturday, you hadn’t left the office for dinner until an hour and a half after he had finished it and had stood in the kitchen only long enough to scarf down two helpings before disappearing to finish your homework. And dammit, he missed you. He wanted to curl up with you, you tugging your fingers through his hair, as he laid his head on your stomach and you told him about your day. He wanted to be able to finish editing a video and get your feedback on it before sending it over to the rest of the group. He wanted to tell you about the improvements he and Javi and Lilly were making to Cairo to get better footage and data from the drone. 

So today, as you’re blinking yourself awake through your third sip of coffee, Boone declares he’s going to help you with your homework. 

You raise an eyebrow at him, silent question in your look. He chooses to ignore it, silently proud of himself, thinking about all the time you’ll get to share with him if he finds a way to help you. Maybe he can read your readings to you as you take notes, or help you come up with questions for discussion, or edit through your reflection assignments for class. 

A stack of paper lands in front of him and he glances up at you. You gesture to it silently as you take your seat, clearly waiting for him to “help”. 

He gingerly picks up the packet, flipping over to the first page and is instantly overwhelmed by the words “empiricism” and “epistemology” and “temporal” and “postulates” and “discursive constitutions”. 

“What in the fresh hell does any of this mean?” He mutters as he flips through it, confusion and embarrassment blurring the foreign words together in the face of the truth: He couldn’t help you with this. He wasn’t smart enough. 

You snort into your coffee. “You tell me. You’re the one who said you could help.” 

He lets the papers fall to the table, cheeks burning in shame. You falter, setting your cup down before standing up, wrapping your arms around him from behind. One of your hands combs itself through his curls, working out the knots that had formed while he was asleep last night. 

“Baby, if I can’t figure it out, I don’t know how you expect to figure it out.”

“Hey.” He protests weakly, face growing even hotter in shame at the callout, twisting to pull away from you but your grip tightens. 

“Easy, that’s not what I’m saying.” You say with a tug on his hair. “‘M saying it’s hard all-around and I’m familiar with this field. No wonder it don’t make sense to you. And maybe I shouldn’t have given you the theory, that shit’s meant to be hard, but I wanted to make a point.” He sighs, knowing you’re telling the truth. “Baby, tell me what’s going on.”

“I just-” He sighs, feeling like an idiot for even saying it. “I just miss you.” 

Your hand pauses in his hair. “Boone, we talked about this.” 

And you had. You had made it so clear to him that you would be busy, maybe too busy, and you’d understand if he wanted to break it off. But he hadn’t wanted to lose you and that fear had made him panic, promising things he wasn’t sure he could sustain. 

And Javi and Kate had both warned him separately, the sacrifices grad school required, and even Tyler and Lilly had warned him that the crap he had put up with while they had been in school would be nothing compared to the long work and internship hours, class blocks, and homework loads of grad school. 

But he wanted to be with you more than he cared about a couple of road bumps for a few years while you got a degree that would ultimately, hopefully, let you make a little bit more money to create a better life for the two of you. Not that he thought the life you guys had had before was bad, but if another degree and a bit more money in the bank made you happy, he’d back you in that effort, a hundred and ten percent. 

And yet, he was starting to get the feeling that he was going to get left behind. You had complained to him that there were primarily men in your program, and while he had laughed with you at the idiot comments they’d make in class, he was starting to wonder if it would just take one connection with any of them for you to realize you could be with someone more your speed. Someone smart and someone who understands whatever fancy-pants words this author was using and someone whose schedules matched yours and would just be a better fit all around. 

“Baby, you’re crying.” You whisper and to his horror, he realizes he is, face suddenly wet. 

Before he can even do anything about it, your face swims into view as you sit on his lap. His hands immediately find your waist, the need to have you close persisting past the urge to pretend like nothing is wrong. 

Your thumbs wipe away his tears. “What’s wrong, my love?” You whisper softly, concern etched into the lines of your face. He gives a pitiful shrug. 

“I just think that- that maybe you need to be with someone better. Someone smarter, I guess. Someone who understands what the word postulates means.” 

“I think if anyone who understands theory should legally be considered a psychopath.” Your face falls when he doesn’t laugh at the joke and you sigh. “Baby, you are plenty smart, even if it isn’t with this shit.” 

“But what if you meet someone better there? Someone who can understand you?” 

You give a sad smile. “Baby, you do understand me. And all those men are old or married or gay or extremely annoying. Or E, all of the above. I don’t want them.” 

“But you want me?” 

It doesn’t make sense to him. It has never made sense to him, but it especially doesn’t make sense to him now. 

“Booney, of course I want you. How could I not?” 

And well, he could think of one or two reasons. Or twenty. 

“Booney, this has been one of the hardest adjustments in my life. But you’ve been so great through it, always making sure I eat and go to bed at a decent hour and do all my homework so I’m not waking up at odd hours of the night, stressed out of my mind. And it’s been really fucking lonely, being at a school where I can’t along with any of my classmates and I don’t know anyone else, but you’re always making sure I’m seeing the Wranglers for barbecue at least once a week, or catching up with Kate over coffee or going riding with Tyler. You’re making sure my head stays on, making sure I’m taking care of myself. And I’m sorry I haven’t been taking care of you in return. 

“No,” He protests. “No, this is dumb shit, it ain’t-”

“It ain’t dumb shit, it’s your feelings, and I’m sorry I haven’t been paying attention. I’m gonna make more of an effort to try.” Once he nods, and you see the confirmation you’re looking for, you sigh, hands leaving his face. “Listen, I only got one chapter to read today, so let me finish eating and go do that, and then I’m yours the rest of the day. You can have me all day, although I should maybe shower at some point, cause I can’t remember the last time I took one.” 

He offers you a watery smile. “You mean it? I’m not gonna be a major distraction? If you got shit to do, I- I understand. I can go over to T’s or something.”

You shake your head. “No, no. I mean it.” 

“Can we just- just stay in bed the whole day? Watch movies or something?” He asks shyly. You nod, a grin growing. 

“Sounds heavenly baby.” 

He lets you go, maybe a bit reluctantly, as you finish your eggs before disappearing into the office, and then to the shower an hour later. He can’t help but join you, almost too pleased to have your undivided attention. 

Later that night, as both of your phones are set on the nightstand on do not disturb, takeout containers strewn across the room, the Harry Potter films flickering on a forgotten screen, he nudges your cheek with his nose. “I fucking love you baby.” He whispers. “You’re- the whole world to me.” 

You hum, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you too, baby. I ain’t going nowhere, nowhere in the whole world I’d wanna be then right here.”

[buccini555]

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

★ You and Hanma would have to do some school activities at your home, but while you tried to stay focused on your studies, Hanma preferred to be there to tease you and take your concentration off your math tasks.

★ I m a g i n e s.ᐟ

★ 𝑭𝒕. Hanma Shuji

Homework is definitely not something that Hanma would do, despite that, unlike him, you maintained your academic life in an exemplary way and so in front of your study table you had been completing your homework for some time now, sitting in the chair below you, Hanma certainly wouldn't be there to help you study even if you were sitting on his lap at the moment while maintaining your concentration on studying mathematics, on the contrary, Shuji just watched you in total silence with a completely bored look while you were doing it some exercises and calculations, but at the same time, holding your waist firmly with his hands, he forced your hips against his lap at the same time you were still trying to concentrate on solving some mathematical problems, so all your concentration went to few disappearing as Hanma made your body shiver with gentle but firm touches in your belly, under the thin fabric of your skirt, you could feel how "focused" he was at the moment when he at least tried to relieve all that tension by holding you against him.

"Oh? I don't have much patience to wait, in fact, I didn't even want to be waiting." He smirked, shaking his head impatiently, sliding his hands down, holding your thighs and subtly caressing them from bottom to top, eager to see your finish the tasks he was trying to complete.

☆ extreme sexual tension, fem! masturbation mention, fingering, petnames (princess, baby, babygirl), unprotected sex, strong words, submission (reader) not mentioned directly, mention of creampie and pregnancy at the end and I think that's it...

"I won't take long to finish the activities, Hanma, in fact, you should do yours, don't you think about this?" As you "adjusted" yourself on the boy's lap to tease him even more, you said, as you spoke, Hanma's breathing became more deep, making you sure that he would no longer have so much patience in waiting for you to finish studying to start telling you what he was feeling at the moment.

"You're so impatient, Hanma..." You continued studying, ignoring him for a moment, however, not for long, as he made you distracted as his hand traveled down the entire part of your thigh, approaching your crotch and giving you a shiver.

"I'm being patient with you now, if I was that impatient, I'd already be doing what I want to do, baby." Squeezing your leg, he laughed, saying shortly afterwards with the intention of teasing you even more.

"H-hanma... What do you want?" You I questioned in a whisper accompanied by a long sigh, feeling him get closer to your pussy little by little, you moved slowly, staying closer to him while going through the pages of your notebook to solve the next activity.

"Hmm? What's up, princess? I just want to play with you." Hanma stated right after while keeping his hands on you.

"I need to study, baby." Flipping the page of your notebook again, you made your speech, trying to dedicate yourself to studying again even though you were completely excited and felt pressure in your cunt with each of Hanma's touches.

"You can continue studying, I don't want to disturb you, I just... I just want to have some fun with you on my lap, babygirl." He responded in a serious tone, squeezing the inner part of your thigh again and making your breathing begin to become a bit deep.

"God, H-hanma! You always get what you want..." In a low tone, you delivered your line, scolding him.

"Oh, yeah? You know I'm really into you now, don't you? So let me fuck it." Hanma slowly began to touch you while you still remained determined to stay focused on your studies, first, the touches started over your school skirt, then your underwear, at that point concentrating was practically impossible since everything you could feel the same pressure becoming more intense in your pussy, which was already wet, so he held you again, lifting your hips enough to remove your panties, underneath your skirt, Hanma used his fingers on your intimacy masturbating you while you closed your legs.

"Hanma! S-stop... You've already enjoyed it enough." You scolded him again, even though all you wanted at that moment was for him to continue.

"Who let you close your legs for me? Have you lost fucking respect for me, girl?" He spoke without seeming to be joking, making you open your legs again, already impatient, he touched you again, this time more aggressively, Hanma didn't mind using his fingers on your clit and he did so, he liked it, stick their fingers in you, already who was practically addicted to how tight you could be. "Y-yes, cum for me, be a good girl and obey me, babe. Forget those stupid math exercises right now." By going even deeper into your cunt and making you moan. "I want to hear you moan for me, c'mon, baby." He said even more excited by your sweet moans.

"I-I'm almost done, Hanma! Can't you go some time without thinking about sex?" Trying to hold back your own moans by placing your hand under your mouth, you said, panting at the same time asand Hanma continued to masturbate you. "Mmmm... I'm not, let me continue, please, my princess, I'm being good with you." In a low tone, he spoke with a trembling voice, making you start to feel sorry for leaving him waiting as you could feel his dick becoming more and more hard between your legs.

You ignored him again, knowing that it would only make him more determined to fuck you at that moment. "Mm, fuck it, d-damn, H-hanma... D-don't stop." You exclaimed, he didn't stop touching your pussy and with the other hand squeezing your tits, making you no longer able to hide how pleasurable it had become.

"Y-yeah, baby, you look so fucking hot in that short skirt, your body... Y-you... fuck babe, you drive me crazy." He kissed your neck from behind, still intensifying the touch in the way he continued masturbating you until you wet his fingers enough for your liquid to flow, which wouldn't take long to happen. "K-keep it going, please, I-I won't to hold on much longer like this, H-hanma... P-please don't stop." The taller one definitely knew what he was doing, making you moan more and more loudly. "That's it, c'mon, I'm not even starting yet." He responded, feeling the pleasure in your breathless voice at the same time you fell apart in his hand.

"Argh, you're not going to leave me alone until I let you fuck me, is not it, Hanma?" Holding his hand close to you, you questioned him in a teasing tone.

"Ah..." Hanma smiled again when he saw that you wouldn't resist for long. "...I won't leave you alone until I see you begging me to stop fucking you." He responded right away.

"C-continue." You dropped the pen with your shaking hands, leaving your activities aside for a moment.

"I will." Hanma made you face down under the table, lifting your skirt while unzipping your own pants, leaving his dick visible.

"Be a good girl for me, okay? I don't want to have to punish you..." The boy said again, running his dick through your wet cunt making you feel how excited he was before placing it in you.

"...I-I'll be a good girl, P-please, Hanma." His words made you even more needy in the moment and he truly wasn’t going to stop until you couldn’t take it anymore. "P-please, Hanma, be kind to me?" You asked, looking back with a shy smile as you showed off to the boy.

"Beg me, c'mon, my beautiful princess." Hanma isn't very delicate in these situations, so he didn't wait long to start fucking you as he wanted, thrusting into you fast and hard. "Fuck, B-baby, you're so fucking tight." Shuji pulled your hair back with one hand while he held your wrists with the other, the thrusts became increasingly stronger making your legs tremble and lose strength as you felt how pleasurable it was to be fucked by him. "I-I'm yours, fuck it, y-yeah!" As your pussy was fucked with more and more strength, amidst your insistent moans you stated. "Y-you're mine, you're so hot.. Damn, I love fucking you." He stated right away while biting his own lip.

"Look at me, now." After a while, he made you turn around, Hanma picked you up again and put you on the table again. "I told you to fucking look at me!" He kissed you with the tongue right after while holding your neck and continuing to thrust into you."Y-you're being a great girl, lil bitch, ask me to fuck you more, go, right now." He kissed you and pulled your hair again, making sure to hear you moaning his name and continuing to fuck you until you had an orgasm. "H-hanma, I-I can't... I can't take it anymore, I-" Hanma placed his hand over your mouth, making you shut up immediately. "I told you I wouldn't stop anytime soon, you better obey me and let me finish." He said immediately, looking at you with a serious look, paying attention to your flushed face. "This tight pussy is killing me, damn it..." Your cunt leaked as he put more pressure on it, the boy didn't mind going deeper every time he felt your body tremble.

"If you keep going like this I'm going to end up filling you up... Mmm." He wasn't far from reaching his peak, for that reason, he continued increasing the speed of his thrusts while making you tremble, he went deeper and deeper while enjoying your hot and wet intimacy squeezing his fat cock. "S-stop, stop being stupid, Hanma." You exclaimed immediately. "What's up, babygirl? Don't you want to have a baby with me?" He laughed mockingly, still doing everything he could to provoke you and you remained silent trying to look at him with a disapproving look at the same time that you couldn't take it anymore how pleasurable it was to enjoy every inch of him inside you since he was going faster and faster and finally, before finally reaching your limit, he withdrew from inside you, pouring all that cum onto your thigh at the same time as he pulled you into a kiss again.

"Now you can go back to studying." In a brief pause while you sealed your lips, he said maintaining the same mocking tone, then Hanma cleaned up all the mess he made and even organized your materials, still trying hard to help you solve the exercises that remained to be solved.

[widowmaxff]

the magic of christmas

pairings: natasha romanoff × daughter!reader | aunt!wanda maximoff × fem!reader (all platonic)

warnings: angst, happy ending?, natasha being a really bad mother, reader sees wanda as a mother figure, really mom issues!

a/n: this was supposed to came out on christmas lmao sorry

You hated Christmas. But not just it, you hated all the celebrations that reminded you that you had no one to spend it with. You hated seeing all those kids opening presents, hugging their parents and believing in the magic of Christmas. Maybe you just wanted that too. Maybe you just wanted a normal family. If you had a father would things be normal? Or maybe if it weren't you who came out of your mother's womb, maybe if it were someone else the family would be normal.

When you discovered that all that magic didn't exist, you were a kid, around seven years old. At that time you were at the Avengers Compound, the place was completely decorated while you stared open-mouthed at all those decorations. In the small apartment where you and your mother lived, it was not decorated like the big Tower. Natasha didn't care about that. So, you ran to every room in that big place to admire every bit of it. Soon, you arrived at the kitchen with your light steps and noticed your mother and uncle Steve talking with their backs to you.

“What did Y/n ask for for Christmas this year?” Rogers asks making you stop on your feet as you listened to their conversation.

"I don't know." your mother says. "Wanda always comes to my apartment a few days before to read the letter and buy her what she asked for." Your Auntie Wanda was your favorite person. She seemed to be the only one who cared about you. She was the one who helped you with your homework, who asked if you were okay, who knew your favorite food, color, movie, book and song. She knew everything a mother should know, that Natasha didn't know.

You never asked Natasha to help you with your homework, you never asked her if she would like to play with you or just watch a movie, because you knew she would say no. Since you gained awareness of your own mind and memories, you cannot remember any time when Natasha wished she was your mother.

"You should care about her a little more, you know." Your mother just takes a deep breath, she was starting to get annoyed talking about you.

"I didn't want a kid in the first place."

And it was on that day that you realized that this magic never existed, but Wanda did everything she could to make it exist in you. May you have a normal childhood that your mother would never give you.

That Christmas morning, all the Avengers were gathered around the Christmas tree, including you, who was sitting next to Wanda of course. Each of them opened some of the gifts scattered around while you just watched, quieter than usual. "Now it's your turn, my love." Your Auntie mutters to you, while all eyes were fixed on you. Walking to the tree and picking up your gift, you notice a letter attached to it that a little later that day you would read.

'From: Santa Claus

To: The Brilliant Y/n Romanoff'

It said on the package. You laugh for a second, knowing at that moment and from then on that the one who really would have given that to you was your Auntie Wanda. You delicately open the paper, trying to surprise it even though you knew what was underneath. Your eyes lit up when you saw the large plush of a white bunny with pink details. You never asked for expensive toys and things for Christmas, because you knew there were children in the world who deserved much more than you.

"He's so beautiful, I loved it." You spoke almost like a whisper, but the people around you could still hear you. You stroke the rabbit's soft white fur while smiling broadly. Your eyes stop on Wanda for a moment, who appreciated you with bright and affectionate eyes, happy to also make you happy. "Thank you so much, Auntie Wanda. I really love him."

The smile on Wanda's face disappears when you finish your speech. How did you know she was the one who bought you the gift? Was it that age when children stopped believing in Santa Claus? "Oh." Someone murmurs among the circle of people, falling into total silence as you get to your feet and return to your starting place. Laying your head on her shoulder, still stroking the bunny that became yout best companion on your days alone.

At that moment even your mother was silent, but her eyes never met you. But it doesn't change the fact that Natasha has a great eye, of course, she was once a assassin. You just wished that one time, she would use it to look at you.

You remember arriving at your apartment that same evening with your new stuffed animal clutched to your chest. You enter your room and sit on your bed. The letter that Wanda wrote - or that Santa wrote - was in your hands as you adjusted yourself into a more comfortable position. You open the envelope and notice the handwriting, with perfect letters.

'Dear Y/n Romanoff,

Over the year, I have observed your good behavior and the wonderful things you have done. Your kindness, generosity and efforts to be a better person did not go unnoticed. It fills me with joy to know that there are children as special and unique as you in the world.

I came here through this letter to tell you how important and special you are! Never forget that every day you bring great pride to everyone in your family, especially your mother. They are extremely grateful to have you by their side. They love you very much. Remember to always be that sweet and understanding girl that you are. Your smile and your laugh are bright and you should never stop showing them.

I hope you like your gift which I and someone who loves you dearly, chose from our hearts!

Lots of love, Santa.'

You read those words as if it were Wanda who had write, and it was really her. So the comfort of the lyrics made that magic of Christmas still be in your head, even if it was in the deep layers of your mind. You loved your Autie so much, and the way she wrote about you made you think that maybe some day Natasha would see you the way Wanda does. Your Auntie would always say that you were the most understanding girl in the world. You weren't sure about that, you just knew your mother couldn't take one more burden thing in her life.

And the next year, there was no letter for Santa on the table beside your bed.

Now you were 16, almost ten years since that magic ended for you. It was Christmas Eve again and you just wanted this season to pass. Your room was dark and you really thought about just spending the day lying in bed like some other days. But still, you got up.

You knew you wouldn't find your mother somewhere in the apartment, she was never here. It had been almost a week since you knew anything about her or had seen her. Natasha was probably on some mission or maybe she just didn't want to be breathing the same air as you, why would she want to? And it wasn't like you wanted to see her either. Every time you looked at or remembered her, your eyes begged to release tears.

It had been a few years since you really gave up trying to have her as a mother and having any hope that one day she would treat you like a daughter. So even if you met in some room in the apartment, no words were exchanged between you two, and that was okay with you. Natasha always kept food in the apartment and left you an 'allowance' at the end of the month, maybe this was her way of showing you that she still cared, or maybe she was just doing the minimum.

The ringing of your cell phone in the almost empty kitchen takes you out of your thoughts. You place the coffee mug on the table and reach for the device. 'Auntie Wanda' said the name on the screen and a smile appears on your face automatically. "Hi, dear." It's the first thing you hear when you answer the call, making some of your frustration go away.

"Good morning, Auntie Wanda." You respond, trying not to seem discouraged so that you wouldn't be another burden on Maximoff's life, but it seemed like she always knew when something was wrong with you. "I called you to see if you wanted to spend Christmas with us?" She asks. You really have nothing against Wanda's family - now made up of Vision and their twins, Billy and Tommy -, you just felt that being around them during that festive season that was supposed to be spent among families was like you were an intruder at the moment.

"Oh." You stop for a moment. It was obvious that you wanted to, but the guilt grew even more in you for invading that family. "I don't- I think I'll just stay here today."

"I'm not taking that for an answer!" She laughs, making you roll your eyes but with a smile on your face. "The kids miss you and I even bought matching pajamas for us!"

"Right, right! I want to spend Christmas with you, Auntie Wanda." You speak, hearing your aunt's excited screams on the other end of the call. "Vision will pick you up in... one hour. Okay?" You hummed for her quickly saying goodbye to go pack your things before your Uncle Vision shows up at the door to get you.

After hearing Wanda say that they really wanted you that holiday season, something in you lit up. Maybe Christmas isn't that bad, you just haven't experienced the good part of it. The part where you feel loved by the people around you and who really care about you.

You put your backpack on your back with some things you would probably need if you wanted to spend Christmas away from home. You put on your headphones, stopping for a few seconds to choose a song, but the sound of keys in the front door made you completely stop what you were doing. Natasha was finally home. A part of you thought that maybe she would be back to spend Christmas with you, but you knew deep down that it was impossible.

She enters the living room and looks at you, who was still looking at your phone choosing some music. Your mother looks at the backpack and the shoes next to you that you were still putting on, making her tilt her head. "Where are you going?"

You frown. "Auntie Wanda invited me to spend Christmas at her house." Why? Why do you care? - you almost asked, but decided to just keep your head down, not laying your eyes on her.

"Are you going to walk there?" You see from the corner of your eyes Natasha crossing her arms.

"No. Uncle Vision will come get me in a bit." You reach for your shoes next to you and start putting them on a little faster than usual, perhaps trying to escape that uncomfortable moment where you and your mother finally exchange a few words after more than two weeks.

She nods. "Um... do you want me to pick you up tomorrow?" Natasha murmurs, making you finally lay your eyes on her.

"Why do you care now?"

“... Because you’re my daughter, Y/n.”

"Daughter? You know you've done really good ignoring me my whole life." You remain calm and with a low voice, getting up from the sofa and collecting your things.

Natasha takes a deep breath. "Okay, then you can come back with Vision or something." She uncrosses her arms and leaves the living room, heading towards the kitchen. Excellent. When your mother finally gives you some attention, you ruin everything, as always. You roll your eyes and head out of the apartment. The quicker you get away from her, the less guilty you feel.

[...]

"I missed you so much!" Wanda hugged you tightly as you hugged back, making you laugh.

"I saw you last week, Auntie Wanda." You say. She rolls her eyes before running the palm of her hand through your hair and ruffling it.

"Yes, and it's a long time!" She kisses your forehead and holds your hand, pulling you through the large house towards the living room, where the twins were. "Come on, the boys missed you." You laugh at her enthusiasm, feeling loved by that family.

"Y/n!" The boys shout your name when they see you. They quickly get up from the sofa and throw themselves on top of you, hugging you.

You mess up their hair, imitating your Auntie Wanda's action from earlier. They lead you towards their toys, making you sit on the floor and play with them. You did this without any complaints, because you adored the twins and deep down, you considered them your little brothers, consequently considering Wanda as your mother too - but you would never tell any of them that.

"I'm so excited for Santa to bring our presents!" Billy says as he moves one of his toys through the air. “What did you ask for Christmas this year, Y/n?”

You didn't know what to answer: the truth ruining their Christmas or lying? You obviously chose the second option. "I didn't ask for anything. We don't have a Christmas tree at home, so Santa can't bring me what I ask for." You make up anything, trying not to talk about how the old man hadn't been in your life for a long time.

"Do you think if we put a letter from you here at home he would bring your gift tonight?" Tommy asks. You place one of their toy characters next to another, as if they were fighting.

"I don't think so. Santa Claus has probably already seen all the things the kids want. But it's okay, you two don't need to worry about that," You speak to them. "you guys need to worry about... the tickle monster!" You 'attack' the two boys with tickles, making them laugh until they can't take it anymore. Billy and Tommy get up and start running around the house, screaming at you.

Wanda and Vision, who were hugging each other sitting on the sofa, laugh at the three of you. You get up from the floor and fix your clothes. "I'll find you two! Don't hesitate to run!" You speak loudly to them as they continue to run around. Wanda looks at you lovingly, making you feel at home.

That Christmas Eve was incredible. You watched a lot of Christmas movies and it seemed like every time someone did something affectionate towards you, all your problems would go away and that parental void would gradually be filled. "Come on, Y/n! We have to go to sleep or Santa won't show up with our presents!" Billy says as he jumps on his bed excited to wake up in the morning and see all his orders under the Christmas tree.

You were ready to go to bed in the guest room, which for years could be considered your own room in the Maximoff's house. "Okay, I'm leaving!" You laugh at the boy, leaving a kiss on his forehead and saying goodnight. The other boy, on the contrary, had already been under the covers for a few minutes, probably dreaming about the next morning.

You walk towards the door seeing your Auntie Wanda looking at you affectionately as she waited for you to say goodnight to the boys. You close the door and walk with her to the guest room - or yours. "I'm glad you agreed to spend Christmas here." She says, sitting next to you on the bed.

"Me too. You guys make me like this kind of festive season."

"You know you're always welcome here, right? The twins even see you as a big sister." Wanda tilts her head, looking at you deeply.

"Really?"

"Yeah. And I feel like I raised you all your life for them to feel this way." You lower your head looking at your sock covered feet with Santa. "You did and I'm glad you did it. I can't imagine myself without at least a little affection from someone older."

"I will always take care of you, my love." She leans in and leaves a kiss on your head, stroking your hair subtly. "Now, go to sleep or Santa Claus won't show up!" You laugh, rolling your eyes at her before getting under the covers.

[...]

"Y/n wake up!" The door is opened brutally as the boys run towards him on the bed. You grunt as they start jumping on your bed and screaming your name. "We need to see if Santa brought our presents!" Billy shakes your body making you laugh briefly.

"So, let's go!" You get out of bed, pushing the two screaming boys towards the door again. Wanda and Vision were outside laughing at the three of you again.

The boys run towards the stairs, almost falling on the way. You follow the twins to the living room and when they get there, Tommy and Billy's eyes light up when they see the Christmas tree filled with gifts with different colored wrappers underneath it. They run towards the presents before looking with lost puppy eyes at their parents. "Can we open them now? Please!" Tommy asks Vision and Wanda who were walking towards their children.

"Of course you can."

The boys' parents and you sit on the big sofa in the living room, watching Billy and Tommy open their toys. With each gift opened, they ran in front of you to show you each present - with you having reactions of interest to the objects. At the end of that mess of gift wrappers and toys thrown around the living room there were still two big presents under the Christmas tree, but you were too distracted by the boys showing you the toys to notice.

"Oh, I think there are still two gifts missing." Wanda says, making you smile at the boys knowing how excited they are to open more presents. "But you've already opened all yours, haven't you?" She says to the twins, who smile widely at her, nodding in agreement. "I think it's for the other child here."

They all look at you, making you frown. "For me...? But I-"

"Open your presents, Y/n!" Billy rushes you, making you shrug and walk towards the gifts with a little nervousness. You hadn't done this in so long, you didn't even know how to react to this kind of thing. You place the smallest of them on your lap, looking at the small tag written in pretty handwriting glued to the wrapping paper.

'From: Mom Wanda, Dad Vision

and your two little brothers,

Tommy and Billy

To: The Brilliant and Lovable Y/n'

Y/n looked around the room, her eyes settling on the smiling figures that now filled the space. For the first time, you felt the comforting warmth of belonging.

You turn to the first gift, delicately opening the light blue wrapping. You gasp when you see three vinyl records of your favorite albums. Recently, Vision had given you the record player that he kept but was barely used along with an album by The Beatles. You spent hours and hours listening to the same album that Vision gave you, since you didn't have much money saved to buy others. But now, you could listen to three more full albums.

"Oh- my God!" You shake your head. You look down at the vinyl records on your lap, looking like you've seen something magical. "This is- thank you so, so much! I can't believe it!"

"You're welcome, dear." Wanda says with a large smile on her face. "Now open the other one."

You had a gigantic smile on your face, delicately placing your three new vinyl records on the floor, immediately picking up your other gift. "I didn't need any of this, really." You murmur to the elders in the living room. Wanda shakes her head and moves her hands for you to open your last gift.

You again gently remove the purple wrapping from a slightly heavier box. When you open the lid your eyes widen at the things inside. You start to take out canvases, brushes, paints and many other drawing things from the box. Your eyes sparkled with your new materials. You loved drawing and painting in your daily life, you usually spent drawing and listening to vinyl music, that helped you concentrate on what you were doing and not think abou your life too much.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" You were almost crying with happiness when you received all those things.

The family setting was new, but the feeling of safety and love was overwhelming. You realized that you were no longer alone, that now there was someone to share your joys and sadness. The emotion showed in your smile and teary eyes, because you had finally found an emotional home and people who loved you. You wanted to cry because when you received those things, you finally realized that those people cared about you.

You didn't hate Christmas. You didn't hate all the celebrations. You didn't hate seeing the twins opening presents, hugging their parents and believing in the magic of Christmas. Now you had that too. Maybe now you just had a normal family. Or maybe it didn't matter who gave birth to you. Who really mattered were the people who care about you, who really love you. And the magic of Christmas really was inside you somewhere, and that family managed to bring it back.

[juniperss]

Can you do headcanons for the gang with a reader that bakes and she always has something for them?

okay so it's really funny that you sent this request, anon, because I was talking with my bestie @a-libra-writes and she pitched this idea:

"a tiny old diner on the rough part of town that no makes trouble at because the grandma there has known and taken care of the neighbor kids for years and her daughter and granddaughter work there too".

Which led to us brainstorming and then I saw your request and it fits in so well, so I went ahead and kinda combined the two. I present to you all; the gang with a s/o who who works at the local diner and bakes them treats all the time!

song inspo

(she/her pronouns used for reader)

Darry:

The diner has been a staple in his life for as long as he can remember. He has a lot of memories of coming here after school to do homework or after games to celebrate a win. But after his parents passed away he didn't have time to stop by as much and he became more of a passerby.

He mostly swings by when the rest of the gang is already there and if they need a ride or if he had time after work and didn't feel like collapsing into bed. He feels a bit uncomfortable there now....so much has changed in his life and he knows that the grandmother who runs the diner has been giving extra food to his brothers without so much as charging them a dime. There's a vulnerability that comes with being at the receiving end of so much generosity

Darry remembered the granddaughter worked there part time, but walking into the diner one night and sees her sliding plates of pie across the counter to Sodapop and Ponyboy with a big smile on her face, he can't help but inhale sharply. Had she always been that pretty?

He hadn't planned on staying for food but she's quick to invite him in with a, "Oh I have somethin' for you!" and disappearing into the back before Darry can reply. Ponyboy has already finished his slice of pie and was leaning forward to swipe another when she came back holding a box.

"You still like chocolate cake, right?"

Okay he might have fallen hard for her right then and there, not gonna lie to you.

And that's really the start of your relationship and I don't mean romantic (at least not right away). He's touched that you remembered what he likes to eat, that you went out of your way to make something just for him despite the fact that the two of you aren't really friends, and you did it for free???

Swears its the best chocolate cake he's ever had and your baking has ruined all other desserts for him for life.

He starts coming by more even when he's tired because there's something in the way that you speak to him that warms him from the inside out. The way you talk about baking when he asks and how you don't pressure him into conversation but don't shy away from including him.

He doesn't really know how to repay you for the kindness and the free food, so he stays after you close to help clean up (and forces the others to help too). When he sees you around town he goes out of his way to offer you a ride home, he offers to patch up things around the diner. And you repay him with pie and cookies despite his adamant refusals that this is defeating the purpose of his acts of service LOL

"But how else are you supposed to keep him coming back", you tease, "if not with baked goods?"

He doesn't really ask you out, you two just kinda...end up dating?? Your relationship just evolves into something romantic over time.

Two Bit:

This clown is a regular at the diner (and a regular pain in the ass, yes). He comes in all the time with the rest of the gang and with his sisters. He’s his usual loud mouth, sharp tongued and quick witted self but for some reason it absolutely won over the grandma who runs the diner. She sees through his occasional foul mouthed quips and knows that he’s a good kid who loves his friends and his sisters deeply. And that makes him alright in her book

Two Bit has a bit of a crush on you right away and he’s not sure if it’s because you can hold your own with his banter or if it’s because you’re actually really kind (it’s both). He really likes to watch you interact with his younger sisters who are equally as fond of you as he is and declare that you’re the best baker in the entire world each time they stop by. 

When he swings by with the Gang, Two Bit is a little more of a flirt, and his sure fire way of getting you to notice him is by eating anything you put in front of him regardless of how full he is. He hears that you’ve been experimenting with different kinds of pie and he’s having you roll it out for him to taste test. He’ll be your knight in shining armor and then be puking in the bushes on the way home much to the entertainment of the rest of the group. 

He’s actually one of the most interested in your hobby and listens to you talk about baking with a dopey ass grin on his face the entire time. Asks questions just to hear you talk, but still remembers just about everything you were saying. He may not be book smart, but like Ponyboy says, he knows how to make things easy to understand and people are easy to understand. 

He’s volunteered to “help” you bake countless times and it always results in a mess. He really is trying…..kinda. Look, he wants to help but then you’re being really cute and you’ve got flour on your face and he can’t help himself. 

He asked you out by baking you some chocolate brownies which were completely inedible (how do you burn brownies but also leave it under baked??). The gesture was damn sweet though. 

Definitely kissed you for the first time with the excuse that you had frosting on your lips. He’s such an idiot (I love him).

Sodapop:

Ponyboy said it best when he said everyone loves Soda. It’s impossible to not like the middle Curtis brother, not when he’s got such a nice smile and a sweet soul. Your grandma absolutely adored him the moment she set eyes on him years ago and was always sending extra food to his table for the group. He’s the perfect customer; always respectful, usually clean and well mannered, goes out of his way to say hello to everyone working. Somehow knows everyone’s name too. 

And you kinda adored him from the beginning too….he’s just charming, okay? He makes it easy to talk to him and when he and the gang hang out in the evenings after seeing a movie at the drive in, he’s always asking you about what you’ve baked this time. That’s his opening to start talking to you while the others stuff their faces with your latest invention. 

That’s not to say that he doesn’t devour anything you put in front of him, but he eats around the conversation that he pulls out of you. He waits until you’re talking about school or the events of the day before taking a bite of the chocolate pie on his plate, watching your face intently. He swears that listening to you while he eats makes the dessert even sweeter. 

Goes out of his way to help after the diner closes and more than once he’s stayed to help put chairs up so your grandma can sweep. Even though he’s been working all day, he’ll peer through the window on his way home to see if y’all need help. He always comes back home afterward with an armful of leftover boxes. 

But two can play at that game and you’ve surprised him at the DX more than once. You bring a sample of whatever new thing you baked  for him to try. Sometimes you hang around even after he’s finished and you two talk while he works. Sodapop loves those days. 

He begins to notice that each dessert you’ve baked is more catered to him than the last. He doesn’t bring it up until one evening he catches you walking home and falls into step with you. It’s a bit embarrassing having been caught but he’s grinning his classic Sodapop Curtis grin and soon you’re smiling back. He kisses you outside your house that night. 

Dally:

LOCAL MENACE SPOTTED

Grandma surprisingly doesn’t hate Dallas Winston and that is about as shocking to you as it is to everyone else. Out of the entire Gang, Dally is probably the one who has caused the most trouble at the diner and has been swiftly reprimanded for it by your grandmother. But each reprimand is followed with a plate of free food for him and slowly over time he was won over. 

Dally kinda acts like your grandma’s personal bodyguard now. The few times the Socs have broken windows or tried causing problems, Dally has been one of the first to seek out revenge while the rest of the Gang helps to repair the windows. 

When it comes to you, there’s a sort of respect that Dallas gives you that’s usually reserved for the Gang’s sisters or cousins, a line that isn’t crossed because of who you are and who you’re related to. It starts off as a way that he shows your grandmother that he respects her, but turned into real respect when he saw you stand up to the Socs and to him on a few occasions when he was harassing some other Greaser Girls. Dally knows he’s intimidating and for you to call him out on his bullshit takes guts. 

It helps that he thinks you’re a good baker and doesn’t wanna risk being on your bad side. Definitely still makes quips and flirtatious comments towards you, but they’re ones you find yourself enjoying. 

Dally eats the most of your desserts next to Two Bit and he can hide behind his tough guy appearance as he wants, but you see the way he genuinely enjoys himself. It’s endearing actually to see him look his age. 

He also makes the most requests of you out of the entire gang. He started doing it as a joke but then you began taking his requests seriously and he was floored. What do you mean you actually baked an apple pie specifically for him? What do you mean you remembered his favorite kind of cake and baked it for him as a birthday gift? Stop being nice to him, you’re gonna make him fall in love with you!

Too late though, he’s already found himself crushing hard. 

He starts lingering later and later each night. Stays long after the diner has closed. He claims it’s to make sure that no one tries anything and that you get home safe, but you both know it’s because he wants to spend time alone with you and this is a sure fire way to make that happen. 

He kisses you for the first time by leaning over the counter, saying there’s something on your uniform before pulling you over to him. Like I said, he’s a menace.

[js-a-writer]

If you're still doing requests, could you do a smut with randy meeks please? But in the middle of it Billy or stu walk in? I feel like it would be funny. This is if you are comfortable with that. 😁😊

Interuption in Paradise

Randy Meeks x Reader

Warnings: ⚠️Smut🔞 (idk what else to put)

Sumary: You and Randy are finally getting a night to yoursleves, when Billy and Stu have to ruin for you.

You and Randy haven't had time together in a while now. You always either had school, work, or family stuff. But tonight you were finally going to have a night to yourselves; no homework, no big tests to study for, no late shifts at work, and best of all, Randy's parents were out of town and his sister was at a sleepover.

You guys went to his house and made dinner. You started a movie; one you've seen a million times; knowing that you wouldn't finish it.

You were about 25 minutes in when you started moving closer, and you kissed that spot right below his ear. He turns to you and from that moment you know that there WAS NO MOVIE ANYMORE (all caps means italisized) The two of you started to make out as he starts kissing down your neck to your collar bone. He looked to you for permission before taking off your shirt to start sucking the tops of your breasts that were peaking out of your bra.

He picks you up and you wrap your legs around waist, still kissing and sucking on his neck as he carried you up the stairs to his room. You both started stripping, getting completely naked, as Randy kisses down your body to your thighs. He looks up to make eye contact with you. You nod your head and his head disappears between your thighs.

The next thing you know you feel a harsh suck on your clit as you let out a pornographic moan. "Oh, Randy!!" He keeps sucking as he teases your entrance with his fingr tips. "Don't be a tease!" you whine as he smirks as he enters two fingers harshly into your dripping hole.

You gasp as you feel the pleasure consume you and then it all suddenly comes to a stop. "What?!" He sits up on his knees as he's stroking his cock. "Why would you stop? I was so clo-" you stopped speaking as he thrusted his cock inside your hole. You've done this many times before but every time it feels like his cock gets bigger and your hole gets tighter.

He's above average, 6 or 7 inches. But ohhh, did he fill you up soooo goooood.He started thrusting faster as you let out the most pleasurable moans.

Downstairs Billy and Stu had just walked in to come get Randy to do their homework, when they heard muffled moans coming from upstaurs. "Do you hear that?" Stu asked chuckling at it. "Oh, I hear it alright. Let's go see what the geek is up to." Billy exclaims as he makes his way up the stairs. As they got closer your moans got louder.

You and Randy were so consumed in your own pleasures that you din't hear the door open, nor did you see Billy and Stu walk in. "Woah, would you look at what we have here!" Stu exclaims as he starts growing hard at the sight of you naked. You squealed and rushed to put a sheet over the both of you. "Woah! Woah! Nothing to be afraid of Doll." Billy semi-creepily states with a sex-hungry look on his face.

Randy began to grow shy, cheeks flushing and hiding his face in your neck. This was an unusual sight for you, because, contrary to belief, Randy was always quite confident in bed. "Well don't be shy now Randy boy!" Stu states giggling like a school girl and palming himself through his pants. "What could you guys possibly want right now!" Randy exclaims, growing increasingly annoyed that they interupted his time with his girl.

"Well, we wanted for you to do our homework, but now I'm thinking I want a little something else from this sweet thing." Stu grins staring holes into the sheets. "Randyyy..." you whisper in his ear. He could tell you were growing increasingly uncomfortable and didn't like one bit the way Stu was looking at you. "Can you please leave, I'll do your homework on Monday." Randy says, trying to get them to go way.

"Hey, not so fast Rand. Maybe we get something in return." Stu satates slyly. "For what, I'm already doing your homework." "For keeping quiet of course. We keep this a secret and we get something in return." Billy states with a harsh smirk. "And what exactly does that... entail.?" Randy gulps knowing it's going to have something to do with you.

"Maybe a little something special from this pretty little thing." Stu says slyly, nodding towards you, and groping his dick harshly through his jeans. "Randy please don't let them do this. I don't want to." You pleaded with Randy, scared of what's to come. Randy, knowing that you were way more important than any rumors they would spread about him, decided to gain a bit of confidence.

"No." "No?" Billy says stunned at Randy's new found confidence. "No. You will not lay a finger on her." he states boldly. "Now get out of my house." Stu and Billy decide that it was not worth fighting Randy over and left, probably going off to terrorize someone else. You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding and Randy looks over at you (he had moved in front of you to block you from THEIR eyes).

"You okay, princess?" he asks honestly. "yeah," you quietly respond. "I think the MOOD is officially over for tnight. I"m sorry." Randy looks at you with the softest eyes and says, "There is nothing to appologise for. Now let's go draw you a bath, yeah." "Yeah, that sounds nice."

The rest of your night was spent relaxing in the tub with Randy and laying on his chest while he rubbed your back and played with your hsir until you fell alseep, him falling alseep soon after.

I hope you enjoyed. I'm sorry it took my so long to make this but I think it is my longest one yet. I have been working on it for a bit and finished it last night. I will be taking requests but don't expect them to be done immediately, as I am a pretty busy person and get writers block easily. I am getting to my other requests so for those of you who requested something I am getting to them! Hope you enjoyed the imagine and I will try and post more frequently.

[diaboliklove]

an appreciation for the kindest soul of the world,

　　 　　 　　 　komori yui

sweet smelling candles that linger on her soft fabrics she adorns her body with, old romance books battered by years of loving use, rosaries in her favorite colors, spending her saturday nights to clean and polish her nails in that pretty muted pink she loves, tying ribbons to her hair, wearing soft silks while lounging in her room, pretty accessories and books littered around her room, decorating her body in frilly girly clothes and even girlier jewelry, baking sweets at the break of dawn for others, long curled lashes that flutter as she speaks

DAILY LIFE · . 𓂃 ㅤ ୨୧ HEADCANONS

♡ིྀ wakes up the third earliest in the house

♡ིྀ needs to splash water in her face to fully wake up

♡ིྀ looks so cute all sleepy and eyes watery, part of the reason the boys always bother her right after waking up

♡ིྀ naturally blessed with clear skin

♡ིྀ only skincare she uses is a toner and moisturizer for the day

♡ིྀ hardly wears makeup

♡ིྀ has tried to wear a full face of makeup like the girls she sees at school, but thought she looked silly so she never does

♡ིྀ so, she just wears a bit of blush and a tinted lip balm

♡ིྀ doesn’t thinks she’s all that pretty, but she’s actually eye catching — the type of beauty that makes you take a double take and appreciate more and more overtime

♡ིྀ really proportionate body too, she’s thin but pear shaped with fat in just the right places

♡ིྀ the boys keep humbling her for what reason fr

♡ིྀ actually loves school and learning, really good at subjects like literature, home economics and arts

♡ིྀ would do better if like, idk she wasn’t bleeding out daily

♡ིྀ people do try to be friends with her, but yui thinks they’re just being kind and taking pity on her

♡ིྀ math and english are her downfall, she’s not bad but definitely needs to study

♡ིྀ still gets sleepy during school time, especially at 1AM, her circadian rhythm never really caught up

♡ིྀ actually makes her really happy so many of her classes are with ayato and kanato — makes her feel less lonely

♡ིྀ yui does want to join the afternoon cooking club at ryoutei, just too afraid to ask

♡ིྀ after school, she unwinds by walking in the garden or reading a book she found in the libraries inside their home

♡ིྀ can’t unwind for long since she’s bothered by one of the brothers 6/7 days of the week

♡ིྀ but actually enjoys all the time she spends with the boys when they’re not draining her dry

♡ིྀ a really active member in the sakamaki household. looks for shu for dinner and has conversations with her while walking to the dining room, helps reiji clean in his lab (she’s hoping she can graduate to washing dishes soon), hypes up ayato to finish his homework, keeps laito company in the game room, listens to kanato talk about the process of making dolls, walks silently with subaru in the garden at night

♡ིྀ it’s starting to scare some of the brothers how she’s becoming a daily part of their day now.

♡ིྀ really takes care of her body. washes daily, body scrubs and body butters almost nightly or when she has the energy

♡ིྀ boys really can’t get enough of that whiff of strawberries and vanilla thats rubbed into her skin

♡ིྀ and definitely can’t get enough of how soft her skin is, girl gets manhandled nightly

♡ིྀ since laito dropped the bomb of, “yeah your father sold you here lol” she’s stopped looking to deep into her father’s disappearance

♡ིྀ doesn’t stop her from wondering if one day, he’ll change his mind and come save her. sometimes thinks she sees him from the corner of her eye and will just whip her head around in hopes of seeing him

♡ིྀ her dreams consist of their reunion again. maybe its why its so hard for her to wake up some days. and maybe its why her eyes look especially watery in the morning.