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everytime i read this series i feel like im entering the battlefield đŹđŽâđ¨my annotations below hehe âŹď¸
It was unthinkable to be contemplating about gravestones. How could you sum up your family in limited words or dates, let alone choose a font for it?
ur writing has such PERSONALITY in it, i swear to god when i read this in beta, i was so in awe
Your first thought had been telling Topper, your only real family left, but he was as much Rafeâs as he was yours, and when it came down to it, he was still his best friend. Loyal to him since they were five, and jesus knows how heâd react if he found out about this. Heâd most likely freak the fuck out and tell Rafe everything, thinking he was doing the right thing, or worse, letting it slip to Ruthie.
this parallels perfectly to the first chapter where topper called rafe when reader was leaving, so not only is this paragraph giving us an at-point breakdown, but it's referring evidence that topper would slip and tell rafe
Itâs then you recognized how small your world was. How few people were truly yours.
their lives are so intertwined that reader doesn't know who to turn to when she needs independence đ oh curse rafe and his big dick
Today, it was just you, a few kids and teens dotted along the beach with oversized trash bags. It wasnât even noon, but the sun felt like it was scorching you alive. It was laughable, really, standing under this blistering sun with a cheap trash bag and an endless stretch of sand to clean.Â
this specific paragraph i wanted to highlight because i thought it was so descriptive and imaginative, but simplistic in a way that didn't feel like it was purple prose.
The kids were watching you again, with that look of curiosity. You couldnât look them in the eye. It wasnât their fault. They just didnât understand that sometimes the grown-ups didnât know what they were doing either.Â
the last line EATS BITCH IT EATS
 âYou should sit down.â
oh suck a dick
It was hard to believe the two of you had once burned hotter than any bonfire, two people who got under each otherâs skin, in love, and in hate.
in love to hate omg
Instead, he narrowed his eyes, âYou think I donât know what fine looks like? I was there.â
THIS IS SO COLD BUT IT SHOWED HOW THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS SO WELL, HOW INTERTWINED THEY ARE WITH ONE ANOTHER
And the worst part? You could see that frustration in his eyes, the same look he used to give you when heâd reached his limit with you.You wondered if he ever got to that point with Sofia.
i would crashout
Sofiaâthe one who looked like she'd been ripped off from some perfect postcard, all wide-eyed sweetness and gentle smiles. She probably never challenged him, snapped back, or made him want to pull his hair out.
hm.
This was a version of you only Rafe could bring out.
they're so toxic and dynamic and i love them
Your chest hurt like youâd been run over a hundred timesâit felt suffocating. âI hate you.âFor the first time, you thought he might actually leave you here.Â
that stopped me cold i had to write something in my diary
His fingers stopped as if your words had made an impact, his lips pressed into a thin line. Your vision blurred as he leaned in, his touch hovering as if to wipe away the tear running down your cheek, but he didnât, instead, he closed his hand into a fist and drew back, his face just inches from yours. A faint, humorless smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he clicked the seatbelt into place. He made a low humming noise, that thing he did when he was getting ready to make someone feel two inches tall.  "Yeah? Get in line."
LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN I'M LISTENING TO BAD OMENS BY 5SOS AND IT'S AT THE BEATS AND WHILE I READ THIS, IT FITTED PERFECTLY OHMYGOD
Rafe drove fast, every rev of the engine matching the churning in your stomach perfectly. You sat there, trembling, the dread building with every mile that passed. You gripped the seatbelt so hard it felt like your entire body might go numb, and stared straight ahead, breathing shallow, trying to ignore the sting in your eyes.
i wanted to highlight this specific paragraph because i adore the writing, something about it made me feel every single atom of the scene
âWould you stop?â His voice softened for the first time, as if he was trying to reach some part of you that he thought still cared. âYou look like you havenât slept in days, like you havenât eaten anything that wasnât out of a vending machine. I know you donât want my help, but can you just stop for a second andâââAnd what?â you interrupted.âAnd think! If you donât get in there, Iâll drag you in myself.âYour heart raced, âYou wouldnât dare.âRafe stepped closer; his jaw set in determination. âTry me.ââYouâre not coming in."He blinked like the idea hadnât even occurred to him. âWhat?â
HE DIDN'T EXPECT THAT SHIT NO NO
âYeah, I got someone.â
that's right baby tell em
đ â ugh, something about this part has been so dynamic, in the way it's constructed, the way it flows so naturally, the way the dialogues are so emotionally-charged but bounces off one another seamlessly. it was like i was watching a perfectly-curated film, where the dialogues were performed by seasoned actors. i love love their arguments. i love how intense it always gets, how they have this push-pull against each other, this hate-love, this line they can't even comprehend nor define. and i love how you written it so beautifully, that you communicate the intensity and depth of this relationship but aggression, tension, and hurt.
LOVED YOU AT YOUR WORST - r.c series - FIVE
pairings: ex!sweethearts; rafe x thornton!reader; rafe x sofia. chapter warnings: mention of pregnancy; abortion; lack of self-care
Youâve had to make a lot of unfortunate decisions in your life.
Choosing a place for your entire family to rest for eternity, picking the caskets, the headstonesâit felt like deciding which curtains to buy for the house, except you were burying your entire close family.
After the crash, your parents were gone instantly, just like thatâno goodbyes, no warning, just there one moment and gone the next.
But your sister survived. Three days. You thought maybe that was a sign, sheâd live despite everything, and you wouldnât be left alone.
Two weeks later, the doctors told you it was time, but you couldnât accept it. You held her hand, begging her to stay, telling her every promise you could think of if she opened her eyes.
When the monitors finally went flat, you couldnât feel anything but desperation. Rafe had to pull you out of there, his arms locked around you while you kicked and screamed, sobbing and begging your sister not to go, not to leave you here.
You fought him with everything you had left, clawing, crying, pleading for just one more second. You were screaming so loud you didnât even recognize your voice. Everything good had been ripped away from your hands, there was nothing left of the world youâd known.
After that, you remember sitting in some stuffy funeral home office, skimming through catalogs and hardly seeing the pages through your tears. The caskets all looked the same, the types of wood made no difference to you, fabric linings, all of it felt so wrong.Â
None of it was a choice you should have to make.Â
It was unthinkable to be contemplating about gravestones. How could you sum up your family in limited words or dates, let alone choose a font for it?
You just picked something neutral and blank, something that didnât require thought or emotion because, by then, you had nothing left to give.Â
Now you were trapped again, caught between a rock and a hard place.
Your first thought had been telling Topper, your only real family left, but he was as much Rafeâs as he was yours, and when it came down to it, he was still his best friend. Loyal to him since they were five, and jesus knows how heâd react if he found out about this. Heâd most likely freak the fuck out and tell Rafe everything, thinking he was doing the right thing, or worse, letting it slip to Ruthie.
Ruthieâno chance youâd involve her. Sheâd just see this as another fucked up piece of gossip she could hold over your head, another way to judge or control you. She was âfriendâ only in the loosest sense of the word.
Kelce was the last person youâd consider turning to for something this serious. He has always been there, but you never got close. He was too much of an instigator, always pushing Rafe to do reckless things heâd regret later, peer pressuring him in ways that made you wonder if he even knew what loyalty meant. He had this weird loyalty to Ruthie, defending her comments as if she was some misunderstood angel when really, she was just⌠mean.
So that left Sarah.Â
It felt weird, thinking of her as the person youâd call on for something so serious, she was the only one who felt⌠safe. She wouldnât judge, wouldnât pry, sheâd seen what the worst kind of family conflict could do, and sheâd keep this private, just for you.
Itâs then you recognized how small your world was. How few people were truly yours.
You were pretty sure no one in this town would fully understand, theyâd just offer their "advice," as if they knew you, seen what youâd been through.Â
The truth was, they didnât know shit. They hadn't seen you holding your sisterâs hand, begging her to stay alive. They didnât know what it was like to bury everything that made you feel like a person, like you belonged somewhere, and have to get up the next day like nothing happened.
Nine days, you would be halfway across the country, and you needed someone. You pictured saying it out loud: âIâm pregnant", just those two words, to someoneâs face, you had no idea what to say next.
Maybe youâd tell them that it wasnât about wanting it gone out of spite or shame, but because you couldnât bring a child into a world where you felt this alone.
Earlier that morning, youâd stared down at your phone, thumb itching to click on Sarahâs name, like just pressing "call" could fix everything. You despised how needy it made you feelâreaching out, when youâd prided yourself on surviving alone.Â
You didnât have much time to ponder about it, because you were stuck at the beach cleanup.
Just like every other summer, another "social responsibility" event that your late fatherâs foundation insisted you smile through. Even back then, when they were alive, your summers were a carousel of charity galas, fundraisers, endless hours of small talk, and impeccably arranged seating charts.
The board members of the foundation probably thought it would âgroundâ youâremind you of your privilege, of your âresponsibilityâ to give back. As if a couple of hours and a few bags of garbage would somehow balance the scales. They never seemed to understand how much of it was all for show, this shallow idea that if you looked the part, no one would care to learn more.
But, still, youâd show up. You always did. Smile, make just enough small talk to appease the right people.Â
Today, it was just you, a few kids and teens dotted along the beach with oversized trash bags. It wasnât even noon, but the sun felt like it was scorching you alive. It was laughable, really, standing under this blistering sun with a cheap trash bag and an endless stretch of sand to clean.Â
Kie, who was so genuinely invested in this whole âsave the planetâ thing it was almost enviable was there too with JJ, who was running around her as usual, wearing his âIâm just here for the rideâ expression but enjoying himself. The love between them made you miss having someone who cared in ways that werenât just calculated moves.
She waved at you from the shoreline, her eyes moving to the trash bag you were barely half-filling.
You werenât friends, but if Sarah liked her, you did too.
You offered a faint smile back, tired, because between all the shit youâd been thinking about, you'd forgotten to eat, to drink anything, and every time you leaned down to grab another crumpled plastic bottle or a bit of seaweed-laden garbage, you felt like your legs were about to give out on you.Â
Every now and then, she would throw a quick, appraising glance your way, like she was expecting you to miraculously become invested in the beachâs ecosystem.
You didnât have it in you to pretend this was enjoyable today. The âeffortlessâ philanthropy your family loved was a lifestyle youâd never bought into. It didnât matter how many smiling photos of you had ended up on some charityâs social mediaâyou knew youâd rather be anywhere else.
You had to take a break every few minutes, leaning against a pier post, trying to get yourself together as a few of the younger kids gave you wary glances. You could have leftâprobably should have.
You managed a tight-lipped smile, giving a thumbs-up that said, Just doing great over here, guys!
You were in a long t-shirt, which hung over your bikini and shorts, the fabric slightly oversized, to help hide what was still a small change in your body. Paranoia was your new best friend, always worrying that someone would notice something different, even if you didnât have a noticeable bump yet.
Bending down to grab another plastic bottle, you felt a stab of nausea hit you hard, rolling up from your stomach, thick and sour, but you ignored it. Not here. Not now.
You straightened up too fast, and your vision blurred slightly, that familiar sense of vertigo hitting you. You took a shallow breath, ignoring the burn at the back of your throat, your hands shaking slightly as you adjusted the bag slung over your shoulder.
One girl looked up at you with these wide eyes kids like to pull, âAre you okay?âÂ
You smiled, brushing it off as if you werenât about two seconds away from collapsing. âOf course. Just... need a second.âÂ
The kids were watching you again, with that look of curiosity. You couldnât look them in the eye. It wasnât their fault. They just didnât understand that sometimes the grown-ups didnât know what they were doing either.Â
Just a few more bags of trash and youâd be able to get back to your car, maybe grab some water from the cooler in the trunk, sit down, and think about it.
This used to be easy, you got a weird kind of enjoyment from these cleanups, running around with your sister, making it a competition to see who could pick up the most trash, laughing until your stomachs hurt over stupid jokes about jellyfish and sunscreen. Back then, this was just one of a thousand little family traditions, one of those things that felt effortless.
Now, sweat dripped down the back of your neck, making your skin prickle uncomfortably.
Youâd long given up wiping it away, knowing that it would only come back thicker and hotter the next second. Every instinct told you to run off to the parking lot, and sit in the car with the AC blasting until your body remembered it didnât hate you.
Leaning down for one last bottle wedged in the sand, your legs wobbled and gave way beneath you. Just like that, your vision was spotty, as if someone had turned down the brightness on the entire beach, and you pitched forward.
Just as you felt yourself going down, a hand caught your arm, pulling you back up.
"Whoa, whoa, you okay?" A teenage boy, maybe sixteen, gripped your arm firmly, keeping you upright.
How much longer could they realistically expect you to go on, plastering on that sweet, dutiful smile? How much âgroundingâ could one person take?
You blinked, trying to clear the haze in your eyes, "Iâm fine. Just a little lightheaded, really, itâs fine,â you insisted, but then a shadow loomed beside you.Â
Your vision was so foggy that it took seconds for you to register it.
You looked up slowly, feeling a familiar drop in your stomach as you realized who it was.
The last time youâd been this close to him, the two of you had been screaming insults across the room, Lily having to physically step in. Sheâd forced him to leave before you two killed each other. It was a miracle you hadnât punched him then and there.
 âYou should sit down.â
It felt like a sidekick to your chest.
The sound of his voice was grinding on your nerves, and just like that you were stuck back in your dream, a real memory, leaning against him, his hand playing with a strand of your hair as he laughed at something youâd said, the two of you carefree under a golden sunset.Â
Except this was real.
Rafe was shirtless, with his board tucked under one arm, surf wax staining his fingers, and the sun glinting off his damp skin, like he was Godâs gift to the Outer Banks. His buzzed hair was dark and wet, droplets trailing down his temples and catching along his jawline. His cheeks were flushed, a little red from the heat.
You looked away, somewhere over his shoulder, anywhere but at him, refusing to let him see you in this fragile state.
âGo away. Iâm fine.â
But he didnât move.
Heâd been summoned from your absolute worst memories, catching you at your lowest when you least wanted his help. Typical.Â
âNo,â he refused firmly, with that stupid, stubborn look that made you want to throw something at his head. âIâve seen you almost fall three times now.â
âMaybe if you stopped looking at me like a creep, you wouldnât have to see me âalmost fall.â
âI wasnâtâ"
You grounded your teeth, âJust go back to surfing.â
Rafe let out a dry laugh, shaking his head as if you were the one acting crazy. âYeah, 'cause you look perfectly stable right now.â
He'd always been a master of the passive-aggressive half-sneer, the art of making you feel like everyone else was imposing on his day, no matter the situation.
âDonât act like you care.â you snapped, voice carrying over the sand, earning a few glances from nearby kids.
He ran a hand over his face, looking around as if he didnât want to be there any more than you did, mouth pressed into a tight line. You wanted to scream that this was his fault too, that every choice heâd made led to you standing here alone, exhausted, and terrified.
âWater would help, yâknowâ, his tone just shy of patronizing âYou canât go around dehydrating yourself just to make a point.â
âWhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?â
Your fingers twitched with the urge to send him stumbling to the other side of the beach, you knew that any sudden movement would make you light-headed again, and the last thing you wanted was to give him more proof of your weakness.
The kidâstill standing there, eyes wide and darting between you bothâlooked like he was watching a reality TV show when Kiara appeared at your side.
âLetâs not do this here,â she begged under her breath, handing you a bottle of water sheâd brought over, a kindness you didnât want but couldnât reject. âJust sit down for a second, please?â
JJ followed, always with that air of easygoing nonchalance, but his eyes were serious as he glanced from you to Rafe.
âSheâs right. Just take a second, yeah?â He looked over at Rafe, âMaybe you should leave,â he said pointedly.
âMaybe you should mind your fuckinâ business Maybank.â
âLook, uh,â the kid stammered, knowing he could get caught in the crossfire. âIâll⌠Iâll go see if anyone needs help further down the beachâŚâ
You waved him off, your focus still locked on Rafe as the kid all but bolted away, you didnât want anyone to think they had to ârescueâ you.
You tried to take a step back, but the little strength you had in you disappeared as you felt your knees wobble.
"Jesus," you heard him groan, and then his hands were on your arms, board on the sand, holding you as you stumbled. "I told you to sit down."
You shook his hands off, "Donât tell me what to do.â
It was hard to believe the two of you had once burned hotter than any bonfire, two people who got under each otherâs skin, in love, and in hate.
He let out an exasperated sigh while you took a sip from the water Kiara handed you, ignoring how your hands were still shaking around the bottle.Â
She spoke again, trying to be the voice of reason, "Weâre here to help the community, remember?"
JJ smirked, "Yeah, think the sea turtles are rooting for yâall to work out your issues somewhere else.â
You ignored his joke, keeping your eyes on Rafe, your pride and stubbornness refusing to let him win, âIâm fine.â
âYeah?â
He looked you over, his gaze fixed to your warm cheeks and the dewy sheen across your temple, âYou look real fine, donât you?â He didnât even try to cloak his sarcasm.
God, he could be so exasperating.
He couldnât understand. How could he even think he could look at you now and know anything about who you were? Standing there, with that stupid board and that look, like he couldnât imagine anything bothering him as much as this seemed to be bothering you.
As if he hadnât already ruined you in so many ways that felt impossible to get over.Â
âDonât you have something better to do?âÂ
âOh, believe me, I do,â he drawled, his eyes trailing from the waves back to you.Â
You were tired of this game, of fighting him every time he showed up only to leave you feeling even emptier than before.
Your fists clenched, and you opened your mouth to hurl something back, but the dizziness hit you again. Before you could compose yourself, Rafeâs arm wrapped around your waist, strong and frustratingly secure, holding you upright with an ease that made your skin crawl.
He had seen you at your weakest, had been there at the hospital after the accident, keeping you together when you were certain youâd break.Â
Yet, here you were, in a sick way, back in his arms, all broken apart.
âThatâs it. Iâm taking you to the hospital.â
âI hate to say it, but heâs right,â JJ chimed in, hand shielding his eyes from the sun.
The world alone had all kinds of alarms going off in your brain. You fought back instinctively, your hands pushing at his chest, freeing your arm.Â
âI told you, Iâm fine.â
He let go, but he didnât back away.
Instead, he narrowed his eyes, âYou think I donât know what fine looks like? I was there.â
He was there. And you didnât want to be reminded of it, not in front of other people.Â
He meant the exhaustion and hunger pains youâd welcomed after your family was gone, embraced even, because it meant you wouldnât have to feel anything else.
Youâd wanted to disappear, and heâd been thereâdragging you back, forcing you to drink water and swallow bites of food, even when you pushed him away. Heâd seen you at your absolute lowest, where you didnât care if you made it through the day.Â
The thought of the hospital, tests, questions, you fought it, but your vision was already blurring.
You couldnât let him find out about the baby.Â
Your breathing felt tighter, each shallow breath only making the spinning worse, you could sense your body giving in to the exhaustion
âShit,â you heard him curse, sounding distant now like he was farther away.Â
You felt yourself sway as if the ground was opening beneath you, there was a ringing in your ears that made his voice sound muffled but you still felt his arms catching you again, holding you upright before you fell.
Waking up in a moving vehicle was like emerging from a nightmare, except somehow, this was worse, because you were no longer at the beach.Â
You blinked hard, desperate to wipe the fogginess in your eyes and when it did go away, you realized who was behind the wheel.Â
Rafe.Â
Your heart poundedâyour desperation to keep the baby a secret, how you almost passed out at the beach, and the fact that now he was most likely driving you to the hospital.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â you practically screamed, your voice hoarse from the lack of water.
He didnât spare you a glance, âYou passed out, genius. Iâm taking you to the hospital.â
Your whole body went rigid. âAre you insane?â
âMe?â He scoffed, as he kept his focus on the road. âYou practically ate sand back there. Youâre not fine.â
âTurn the car around. Iâll call my driver and be fine.â You huffed like he was too dumb to understand. âI donât need your help.â
He let out a dry laugh, still not looking at you.Â
âYeah. Youâre out of your mind if you think Iâm letting you out of this car right now.â
âRafe, Iâm not kidding,â you warned, louder this time. âStop. The. Car.â
He gave you a sideways glance, his grip on the wheel tightening.
âNot happening.â
Your heart hammered as you realized he wasnât going to back down, you were driven by sheer desperation.
âFine, then Iâll do it myself." you muttered, reaching for the door handle.Â
Anything to get out of this suffocating car before he dragged you all the way to the ER and they found out you were pregnantâwith his baby, no less.
His eyes widened, finally snapping from the road to your hand on the handle.
âAre you crazy? Get your hand off that, Iâm fuckin' serious.â
You yanked at it anyway, twisting the handle and pulling with spiteful defiance, and Rafeâs expression went from annoyed to full-on rage. He swerved the car to the side of the road, tires skidding as he slammed the brakes and practically threw the car into park.
Before he could even stop fully, you flung the door open and stumbled out, sandals sinking into the gravel as you stalked away.
You didnât get more than a few feet, he was already bolting after you.
âOh, for fuckâs sake,â you muttered, digging your nails into your palms.Â
How the hell had it come to this? You were stuck here, pregnant with his child, and he played the reluctant hero like you needed him swooping in to save you.
Rafe reached you in two strides, his fingers were digging into his forehead, pointing at it with exasperation imprinted into every corner of his face.Â
âAre you out of your fuckin' mind?â He sounded like he was talking to some unruly child.
And the worst part? You could see that frustration in his eyes, the same look he used to give you when heâd reached his limit with you.
You wondered if he ever got to that point with Sofia.
What would he do if she was the one almost fainting? Would he still look like she was some colossal burden, or would he soften, maybe even smile as he fussed over her, acting like he wanted to help?
You hated yourself for caring at all.
Sofiaâthe one who looked like she'd been ripped off from some perfect postcard, all wide-eyed sweetness and gentle smiles. She probably never challenged him, snapped back, or made him want to pull his hair out.
There was no way heâd look at her like she was a mess, someone he just had to âdeal with.â He likely saw her as easy, perfect, all soft and sweet words, everything you werenât.
This wasnât who you wanted to be, and yet here you were, stumbling around half-dead and pregnant with his child.
âIâm sorry, am I bothering you?â You spat the words, watching his jaw clench tighter.Â
He exhaled sharply, rolling his eyes.Â
âUnbelievable. Only you could take me trying to help and turn it into this.â
You were done. You were done with the memories, with the torment of seeing him be something better for someone else.Â
âHelp?â You laughed bitterly, the anger engulfing you so hard it felt as if it choking you. âYou think this is help? That I need you, of all people?â
He took a step back, holding up his hands in mock surrender. âI'm trying to help."
You hated how calm he was, how rational he sounded.
It was maddening when all you wanted was for him to get angry, to let that icy surface crack, to give you even a glimpse of something real, something that wasnât just irritation or sarcasm.
You wanted proof that he still was affected by you, that this was the same guy who used to be everything, whoâd promised you everything.
But you swallowed it down, straightening up, because there was no way in hell, youâd let him see even a hint of weakness.
âTrust me,â you shot back, âIâll be just fine without you.â
He raised an eyebrow, a bitter smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, âGet in the car.â
âNo,â you said, firm and unyielding, every inch of you screaming that you wouldnât let him decide anything for you ever again.
âFine. Have it your way.â
In one swift move, he reached out, his hands gripping your arms with enough pressure to pull you forward, lifting you clean off your feet. Your breath caught in a furious gasp as he practically dragged you back to the car, his fingers warm against your skin, like you were just a mild convenience.Â
âPut me down!âÂ
You struggled against his hold, jabbing at his chest with what little strength you could muster, but he didnât even flinch, didnât so much as hesitate.Â
âRafe, I swearââ
He opened the passenger door with one hand, keeping a firm grip on you with the other, before finally setting you downânot gentlyâonto the seat. Without meaning to, tears began falling as you struggled against his hands. You could feel them wetting your cheeks, your voice was breaking, jumping to distress as you tried to twist out of his hold, feeling so small under his unrelenting strength.
He almost knelt in front of you, reaching for the seat belt with one hand, while his other remained firmly on your shoulder, holding you still. You felt trapped, impresioned as you tried to turn in every direction, hands weakly pushing him back, but he caught them effortlessly.
âStop!â you meekly choked out, failing to shove him, the words coming out shameful.
You could feel your heart breaking all over again.
You hated that he was seeing you like this, how he dared to act like you needed himâit made your skin crawl. You hated that he could do this, like he had any right like youâd ever wanted him involved in this part of your life, let alone now.
This was a version of you only Rafe could bring out.
You glared up at him, practically shaking with rage as Rafe ignored your protests like you were nothing more than a child throwing a fit.Â
âGet your hands off me.â
His jaw tightened, ignoring the flailing punches and slaps grazing him, and you couldnât stop the sob that escaped, loud and ugly.
âIâm not letting you kill yourself out of spite.â
Your chest hurt like youâd been run over a hundred timesâit felt suffocating. âI hate you.â
For the first time, you thought he might actually leave you here.Â
His fingers stopped as if your words had made an impact, his lips pressed into a thin line. Your vision blurred as he leaned in, his touch hovering as if to wipe away the tear running down your cheek, but he didnât, instead, he closed his hand into a fist and drew back, his face just inches from yours.Â
A faint, humorless smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he clicked the seatbelt into place. He made a low humming noise, that thing he did when he was getting ready to make someone feel two inches tall.Â
 "Yeah? Get in line."
Without another word, he pulled back, slamming the door shut, and walking around to the driverâs side.
You wiped at your cheeks, furious that heâd seen you like this, that he had the power to break you down. It was humiliating, sitting here in his car, every part of your body screaming to escape.Â
He got in, started the engine, neither of you spoke.
Rafe drove fast, every rev of the engine matching the churning in your stomach perfectly. You sat there, trembling, the dread building with every mile that passed. You gripped the seatbelt so hard it felt like your entire body might go numb, and stared straight ahead, breathing shallow, trying to ignore the sting in your eyes.
You bit back another wave of nausea. Weakness.
Youâd already shown him too much.Â
You didnât need a lecture from some doctor on how you âshouldâve taken better care of yourself", let alone with Rafe there, watching, scrutinizing, acting like this was his business when heâd made it clear long ago that it wasnât. He was in your space in the worst way, reopening all the wounds.
You were seething. He had no right to do this.
The thought made you want to drop deadâdoctor would walk in, casually drop the news about the baby, and you'd be left watching his reaction in real time.
You looked at the entrance to the ER. The vision of anyone running tests, of some well-meaning nurse, coming in and spilling everything about the baby in front of himâno way. You wouldnât let that happen.
He wasted no time getting out, moving around to your side, while you sat rigidly, staring straight ahead. His hand was already on the door, yanking it open, looking down at you like he was ready to drag you inside if he had to.
You werenât moving. You knew the second you stepped inside, it would be over.Â
âCâmon,â Rafe pressed, his hand outstretched, hovering there like he thought he could compel you to listen. âStop being so stubborn.â
You crossed your arms over your stomach, refusing to meet his eyes.
âIâm not going in.â
Rafe let out a sigh, nearing his limit, and knelt down to your level.
âLook, you passed out. Iâm not leaving until you get checked out.â
âYouâre gonna be here for a while then.â
âWould you stop?â His voice softened for the first time, as if he was trying to reach some part of you that he thought still cared. âYou look like you havenât slept in days, like you havenât eaten anything that wasnât out of a vending machine. I know you donât want my help, but can you just stop for a second andââ
âAnd what?â you interrupted.
âAnd think! If you donât get in there, Iâll drag you in myself.â
Your heart raced, âYou wouldnât dare.â
Rafe stepped closer; his jaw set in determination. âTry me.â
âYouâre not coming in."
He blinked like the idea hadnât even occurred to him. âWhat?â
Maybe he was seeing the protection youâd built up around yourself since he left, how there was no longer any crack left open for him to slip through.
âI donât need you. I donât want you in there.â
âFine.â His tone was clipped, restrained. âBut Iâll be right here.â
You slammed the door shut behind you, not letting him your legs still shaking. Youâd rather collapse face-first into the concrete than give him the satisfaction of listening to him.Â
âYeah, you do that,â you replied, turning and walking toward the entrance, refusing to look back.
Stepping inside, you felt a slight tremor run through youâpart relief, part panic. The lights were too bright, almost white. Your heart wobbled, replaying how heâd been such a fucking asshole to you.
Youâd forgotten how mean he could be, how easily he could go from angry to something so frigid it made you want to cry yourself to sleep.
âHi there,â The receptionist greeted, her eyes moving over you with a professional once-over, âWhat brings you in today?â
You forced a small smile, knowing she wouldnât buy it.
âJustâŚgot a little dehydrated, thatâs all.â
âOkayâŚletâs just get some basic information.â She clicked into her computer, her fingers poised over the keyboard. âName?â
You cleared your throat, rattling off your full name, she nodded, typing it in.
âHave you experienced any other symptoms besides dizziness?â
âNothing serious,â you replied, dismissively. âItâs just the heat, like I said. I just need some water and Iâll be good as new.â
This had to be a fucking nightmare you got sucked in, you could sense your blood pressure spike.
She tapped her screen and glanced back at you.
âAlright, Miss Thornton, it looks like weâll just need a few quick details here to get you all checked in. Can I start with your insurance provider?â
A chuckle almost slipped out of you. InsuranceâGod, you were fine with insurance. What you werenât okay with was everything else. You answered, âBlue Cross.â
She asked for your birthdate, which you gave on autopilot, hoping sheâd skip any weird or invasive questions. âAny allergies?â
You shook your head. Please, just let this be over.Â
âItâs really not a big deal,â You blurted out, giving her a thin smile and forcing calm into your voice. âI just need the IV. You know, standard stuff.â
âOf course, dear. Weâll get things started, it will include routine tests, like bloodwork, just to be safe.â
Bloodwork. Perfect. You were doing everything you could to keep from falling into that spiraling panic mode.Â
Please, just get me in, get me out, and donât find anything.
âJust head down to Room 12.â
All you could think was that you wanted this to be overâbefore the whole town, or worse, he, found out. It made you want to scream. He was the last person who should be outside.
This was his fault. Youâd never be here if he hadnât shown up.
The next hour passed in secondsâquestions, forms, an IV drip.
Theyâd done blood work, too, but youâd sighed in relief when theyâd told you the results wouldnât be ready immediately. As far as they knew, youâd just overdone it, and now, as you lay on a cot in a room that reeked of sick people, all theyâd prescribed was rest, hydration, and food.
When the nurse asked if anyone could pick you up, the thought of calling someone, asking them to see you like this, made you delirious. You didnât need anyone; you were perfectly fine on your own.
But you also didnât want Rafe and his delusional ass to barge through the doors.
The nurse moved around you awkwardly, eyes still expectant, as if you were just a button away from a reliable âsomeoneâ to come running.
You looked at her, controlling the compulsion to yell. Little people ever bothered to check on you, to show up for more than just the drama or gossip.
Out of them, only one face bounced around in your head.
âYeah, I got someone.â
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After a very long week of diving headfirst into this fandom I think itâs only right that the champagne bottle we smash into this here ship is a four thousand word Chuuya x reader. Hereâs to what Iâm sure will be another few years of this, everyone; hope everyone is down.
Candies
He was glaring at you.
You had no idea when he got on the train. You did not care enough to wonder. What you knew was that heâ the man in the hat on the opposite side of the train carâ had been looking at you for the past three stops, and while you were fairly certain that you had no idea who he was, you were almost as certain that whoever he thought you were had another thing coming from how intensely he was watching you. Sure, he had the decency to look embarrassed by his staring, but that in no way stopped him from looking at you like you had something to apologize for. It was disconcerting. It was borderline creepy. But neither of you moved, because it was a train, and the two of you would not see each other again anyway.
The train slowed to a stop. Most people filed off. You did not. Neither did the man. You checked your watch, head falling back as you considered the pros and cons of waiting for the next train. You would have to eat dinner late, but you would not have to wonder why exactly he seemed to hate you this much for nothing.
You heard the rustling of clothing next to you. âExcuse me.â
You opened your eyes to the man. You took him in, identified any features that might be helpful for a police report: cold eyes, reddish hair, too many layers. Pretty, but not reassuring. You pulled your headphones off, fearing the worst. âMay I help you?â
A pause.
You smiled tentatively. âIs something wrong?â
âIâll give you five hundred thousand yen if youâll go out with me.â
You blinked. âExcuse me?â
Reality seemed to catch up with him. âShit. Uh.â He pulled his hat off, fiddling with the brim as he lowered his eyes. âIs that too little? I can go higher.â
âDo you think Iâm a hooker?â
âHuh?â
You leaned away from him a bit. âWhat kind of thing is that to ask someone? âWhatâs your price?â Seriously?â
The realization seemed to strike him like a baseball bat to the head. He immediately backpedaled. âThatâs notâ shit, I mean, thatâs not what I meant toââ he stammered. âIâ no, I didnât mean anything like that!â
âYeah?â You raised your eyebrows. âThat work for most people, asking them what they charge for a night? For fuckâs sake, man.â
âHey!â He sat up, defensive. âI never said I wanted to take you home!â
You crossed your arms. âThen what exactly are you trying to do?â
âAsk you on a date!â
âYou sure have a funny way of doing it.â
He huffed, face red. âLook,â he grumbled, âI donât ask many people on dates; Iâm trying my best here.â
âYou could just ask me,â you pointed out. âYou could ask me in a way that doesnât involve offering me money.â
He rolled his eyes, seeminglyâ and audaciouslyâ annoyed. âI canât just walk up to a stranger and ask them on a date. Why would you go? You donât know me; what if Iâm a creep? How do you know if Iâm worth the time?â
An incredulous smile crept onto your lips. âAnd you thought that offering me money would make you seem less creepy?â
âAt least then you have a reason to show up! At least then I have a financial interest in showing you a good time!â He buried his face in his hands. âIt took me a while to get this far and my stop is next and I do not have the time nor ability to actually woo you.â
The absurdity of this whole situationâ the sight of an extravagantly dressed pretty boy bemoaning his romantic failingsâ was starting to get to you. âThis all seems like a lot for someone you just met.â
He sat up quickly, steam practically pouring from his ears. âWell,â he explained seemingly in an attempt to regain some composure, âI may not know you yet, but I know that Iâve never seen anyone who looks as good as you do, and weâre on a train; I may never get the chance to see you again if I donât do something right this second.â
You grinned. âReally?â
âReally. I am fucking this up.â
âA bit,â you agreed. âBut youâre bringing it back around, calling me hot.â
He brightened. âI am?â
You shrugged. âMore or less, yeah.â
His hands were shaking. You wondered how long they had been doing that. âWell,â he mumbled, âdoes that mean your answer isnât a hard no?â
You leaned back in your seat. âI can be convinced,â you said. âTry again.â
He cleared his throat. âHello.â He made eye contact with you again, the sharpness you had assumed was being weaponized against you seemingly inherent in his gaze. You tried, for a moment, to make out what color his eyes were, but the answer seemed to elude you. âMy name is Nakahara Chuuya.â
âHello, Nakahara Chuuya.â You crossed your legs. âSee, this is better. Keep going.â
He gave you a confused look. You liked him, you decided. âWell,â he continued, disgruntled, âI couldnât help but notice you. Youâre easy to see.â
âInteresting word choice, but alright.â
He shot you a look. âYouâre nice to look at. Is that better?â
Your smile softened. âMuch. Keep going.â
He looked down at his hat. âI was wondering,â he continued, âif you were already spoken for.â
You snorted. âSpoken for?â
âSingle,â he amended, irritated. âDo you have a boyfriend?â
You stretched out your legs in front of you, thoroughly enjoying this. âI am both single and without boyfriend,â you assured him.
He nodded sternly. âThen, can I take you out? On a date?â
You considered it for a moment. âYeah, sure.â
He blinked. âReally?â
âReally.â You leaned back in your seat. âYouâre cute, and I donât think youâll murder me, and those are my two big requirements, so.â
He chuckled. âHigh bars. No wonder youâre single.â
âWhat can I say? Iâm hard to please.â You dug around in your coat for a pen, holding your palm up towards you. âWhatâs your number?â
The redhead paused. âI donât have a number right now,â he said. âIâm having trouble with my provider. I can give you a time and place, though.â He held out a gloved hand. âMay I?â
You gave him the pen and your bare hand. Quickly, he scribbled down an address (someplace in Yokohama), a date (the next Saturday) and a time (six oâclock). As he finished, the train came to a halt at the platform, doors opening with a quiet hiss.
Nakahara Chuuya stood up, fixing his pork pie hat securely atop his head before straightening out his clothes and giving you a stiff nod. âI will see you then,â he promised. âIf youâre late by more than fifteen minutes, Iâll assume you stood me up.â
You gave the strange man a smile. âIâll come early, then.â
He averted his eyes. âThank you.â And with that, he left you on the train with a date, a time, and a great deal of confusion.
Foolishly, you showed up. You lived neither in nor near Yokohama. Getting to the address the man had given youâ which he wrote with poor penmanshipâ took you some time too. You went through the trouble of dressing as well as he had been the day you met himâ which was more formal than you would typically be for a first date with a stranger you met on a trainâ and went so far as to plan to be there fifteen minutes early. You had no idea why you were so interested in the man. You had no inclination as to what possessed you to show up to meet a stranger in the first place; after all, his assumption that you might think of him as some sort of predator would have been a reasonable one to make. But you had an inarticulable feeling that told you that this meeting would be worth your time.
Or you just thought he was pretty. You werenât sure which it was.
The address he had given you brought you to a small restaurant close to the Tsurumi river which, if its sign was to be believed, primarily dealt in soba. Despite your planning, you arrived a mere five minutes early instead of fifteen which, in your defense, was still early, but apparently not so early that your date did not beat you there. As you approached him, a look of bewilderment briefly crossed his face.
âDamn,â you joked. âI thought Iâd get here first.â
He looked over your shoulder. âYou came,â he said, sounding surprised.
âI did,â you confirmed.
âAlone.â
âI was unaware I was meant to bring a plus one on a date.â
âNo, I just meanââ He stopped himself. âWhatever. Iâm glad you came.â
You held your hands behind your back. âSo am I, though Iâm feeling a bit self conscious now.â You looked down at your clothes, then back to his. He had dressed much more casually than you in a loose, short sleeve button up, loose pants and a large dark jacket. He had kept the hat and the chokerâ which you had not until that moment realized you rememberedâ but you looked too formal next to him. âI thought you would dress the way you did on the train.â
He gave you a once over. âYou look fine,â he said. âYou look great, actually. Donât worry about it.â
A smile spread across your face. âYou've gotten more confident since then, too. I just wanted to make sure I didnât look totally plain next to you is all; you look so stylish.â
He paused, eyes cast down towards his feet. âThank you. I drank before I came.â He opened the door to the restaurant for you.
You walked past him. âThank you. Did you drive?â
âNah.â He shut the door behind the two of you. âThis place is out of the way enough to make it not worth the trouble to park. I walked.â He nodded to the hostess, who sat the two of you in a corner away from the door.
The restaurant was a hole-in-the-wall: exposed crossbeams, warmly lit, nearly empty despite it being a Saturday. You took your seat across from him as the woman set a cup of water in front of each of you, leaving you to your conversation. She made no eye contact with either of you before she left. You picked up your cup, taking a sip as he draped his coat over the back of the seat and set his hat beneath his chair. The gloves, however, stayed on. âHow long was the walk?â you asked.
âNot far. A couple minutes.â His elbows came to rest on the table. âI can walk you back to your car if you drove, or to the train station if you need. Just let me know.â
âThank you.â You took a menu from the center of the table, scanning it absently. âTo be honest, Iâm glad you asked me to do something earlier in the evening; Iâm not super interested in being on my own in the dark.â
He hummed in agreement. âNobody does. I have work to take care of later, but I canât imagine wanting to stay out past twelve alone otherwise.â
You groaned sympathetically. âTerrible. What do you do?â
He paused. âI⌠itâs complicated.â He laced his fingers together. âI operate a shipping company under a parent organization operating out of Yokohama. I technically and practically own the shipping company, but I canât legally operate it unless itâs under the parent organization, so I have all the stress of a business owner with none of the freedom.â
Your lips twitched nervously. âAre you on a list or something? Why canât you operate a business?â
âWhat do youâ oh.â The brief look of confusion left his face. âIâm a skill user.â
âA what?â
âYou know,â he repeated, âa skill user?â
You stared at him blankly.
âI have a gift?â
âIsnât that a dog whistle?â
âWhat? No!â He crossed his arms. âI have supernatural abilities.â
You considered it. âYou know,â you mused, âIâve never been on a date with a guy who came out as being possessed to me.â
He opened his mouth to protest, blinked. âWell,â he conceded, âI guess thatâs what Iâm saying, but that would be a bad assumption most of the time; most gifted users arenât possessed.â
âWait, seriously?â Skepticism and deep curiosity battled for supremacy in your mind. âBy what?â
He shrugged. âA god, I guess?â
âYou guess?â
âItâs complicated.â To yourâ and hisâ surprise, he laughed. âItâs funny; I canât think of the last time I had to actually explain what my deal was.â
You cocked your head to the side. âDo most people just know?â
âMore or less.â He shrugged again, looking towards the door. âItâs practical. I use it a lot.â
âI see.â You sat up, taking your cup and turning it over in your hands. âWhat does it do?â
He did not say anything for a second, brow furrowing. He looked back in your direction, holding out his hand. âGive me your cup.â
You did.
He set the cup down on the table. Slowly, as though it had been set in a pool of water, the cup began to float upwards. âMy ability,â he explained simply, clearly taking pride in the way your eyes lit up in excitement and awe, âallows me to manipulate gravity for any object I touch.â
You reached out towards the cup, moving your hand above and below it. If there was a trick to what he was doing, you had no idea what it was. âThat is so freakinâ cool,â you gushed softly. âHow can you keep it from flying away?â
He was practically glowing. âBasically, Iâm counteracting the force of Earthâs gravity for just this object by creating a second center of gravity that only affects the cup.â He pointed to a spot near the center of cup. âItâs around here. So long as the force of the gravitational field I'm creating is greater than Earthâs, the cup will naturally try and be as close to the center as possible. If the gravitational pull were too strong, the cup would go through that pointââ he pointed towards the ceiling, â-- and through the roof before coming back down. But if the force is weak, itâll stay right around the center.â
You took the cup, moving it towards you before letting go. As if attached to a string, the cup moved back to its place, the water inside is sloshing.
The pure, childlike joy on your face was enough for the man across from you to forget, for a moment, the price of his gift.
The date continued on. The two of you went back and forth on a variety of simple, surface level topics. You learned that Chuuya was a dog person and that he enjoyed fashion. He said he had been in Yokohama practically all his life. He told you about his coworkersâ no details, but enough to get a sense for the type of Motley Crew they wereâ and how that day was an anniversary for something, though he never got around to telling you what it was an anniversary of. At one point, before your food had gotten to the table, you asked about his gloves, which he had apparently not realized he was still wearing. He explained that he wore them all the timeâ he said it made work easierâ but that he did have the good sense to take them off.
âIâm not a monster,â he had insisted. âI donât want to get food on them.â
The conversation was surprisingly easy. He was nervous at first and clearly inexperiencedâ an observation that you chose to keep to yourselfâ but funny and over dramatic in a way that made the discussions flow jovially between the two of you. He was a sailor-mouthed, irreverent, sensitive man, you found, and he seemed to take great pleasure in your company and a surprising interest in the more tedious parts of your life: your occupation, your friends, your earlier life, all of which he found strangely fascinating. Though you knew little of substance about him by the end of the meal you shared, you could not shake the feeling that the sort of things you learnedâ the simple, stupid things most people gave out as icebreakersâ held more weight than you could understand.
But you were grateful, nonetheless. You enjoyed talking to him.
Despite your protests, he paid for the both of you, and the two of you left the restaurant cracking up over some embarrassing story about school.
âThree days straight?â
You waved him off, laughter still bubbling from your throat. âI know; it was stupid!â you cried. âI swear I was possessed; by the end of it I thought there was a chanceâ assuming I didnât have heart attack firstâ that I was immortal.â You sighed, trying to regain composure; you were gigglier than normal. âBut I passed the class, so fuck that guy.â
He set his hat back on his head, pushing it down to rest snugly. âFuck that guy,â he agreed, having about as much success as you did in wiping the stupid smile off his face. âGodâ being a teenager fucking sucked.â
âDude, amen to that.â You looked in his direction, tears from the cold and from excessive laughter in your eyes. âChuuya,â you sighed happily, âI am having an excellent time.â
âWhat a coincidence,â he grinned. âSo am I.â
You looked up at the sky, which was significantly darker than you thought it would be; you supposed that you had spent more time in the restaurant than you thought. âI shouldnât walk back to the station any later on my own, though.â You slipped your hands into your own pockets. âSoââ
âCan you stand to be out later if I can get you back to the train?â He cleared his throat, apparently hearing the eagerness in his voice as clearly as you did. It was the same eagerness he had when he first asked you here. âWhat time is it?â
You took your phone from your coat, flipping it open. âNine-ish.â
âNine?â He pursed his lips. âShit, Iâ no, I can make that work.â He leaned his weight onto one side. âI have to get somewhere at eleven, but itâs not a formal thing.â He looked away, swallowing. âIf you want to, I mean.â
You held out your hand to him. âNothing in this moment would make me happier than spending more of my time with you, Chuuya.â You wiggled your fingers in invitation. âWhere should we go?â
He was staring at you, at your body bathed in the warm light streaming from the restaurantâs windows, at your face which betrayed nothing but pure intentions, to your hand which you offered him freely. He wondered if you knew how easy it would be to kill you if he touched you. He wondered if that was something someone like you considered at all.
âChuuya?â
He blinked, clearing his throat. It did not matter. He took your hand. âSorry.â He was breathless. âLost in thought.â
You let him pull you closer, nudging him playfully with your side. âYouâll end up swallowing a fly if you keep your mouth open like that,â you teased. âDo you really like looking at me that much?â
He straightened up, heat flushing his cheeks. âSo what if I do?â
âWell, I donât imagine itâd taste very good.â
He snorted. âShut up.â He nudged you back, looking forward. âWe can sit by the river for a while if youâd like; the streets will be sketchy here pretty soon but nobody goes by the part of the river weâre by.â
âReally? How come?â
He shrugged. âItâs impractical. Nobody important goes to the river, anyway.â
âNobody important?â
âHuh? Oh, right; youâre not from around here.â He looked back in the direction of the river, starting to lead the two of you there. âThe Port Mafia doesnât dump bodies into the rivers; they throw them out by the dock.â
âThe mafia?â You started. âWhat, like La Cosa Nostra?â
âWhat you do and donât know is really confusing.â He rolled his eyes. âThe Port Mafia is a smuggling ring operating primarily out of the city; it has nothing to do with the Italian mob.â
âOh.â You squeezed his hand, following close behind. âThatâs terrifying.â
âIt is?â
âTo know that people are just chucking bodies frequently enough that you know about it? And that thereâs more than one group doing it?â You tittered nervously. âI mean, Iâd heard a little about Yokohama, but I didnât know it was that bad.â
He squeezed your hand back, looking over his shoulder in your direction. A wry smile crossed his face. âHuh. Thatâs funny.â
You walked a bit faster to stay beside him. âWhatâs funny?â
âThat you think itâs weird. I guess it never occurred to me that it was strange.â He tugged you to his side. âYou donât need to be scared, though; Iâll protect you.â
âOh, will you?â
He shot you a look. âWhat,â he challenged, âyou donât think I can?â
âI never said that,â you protested. âIt was just a very old-fashioned thing to say.â You lowered your voice to a growl. ââDonât worry, dollface; Iâll protect you.â It sounds like something youâd hear in a noir.â
He opened his mouth to argue, considered it. âI guess if you found that weird, that would be an odd thing to say, wouldnât it?â
âA little, yeah.â
âBecause what would you need protecting from?â
âExactly.â
A funny look came onto his face. âThatâs funny,â he repeated. âThatâsâŚâ He trailed off, slowing to a stop on the road.
You looked back at him. âIs something wrong?â
âNothing,â he mumbled. âJust thatâŚâ Startling eyesâ they seemed to shine under the streetlampsâ met yours. âYou said you stayed up for three days straight,â he said. âDo you sleep well now?â
You looked away. âI donât know if I sleep well, exactly; I donât sleep as much as I should, at least.â
âBut it feels normal, doesnât it? To not sleep much?â
âI suppose.â You turned to face him properly.
His gaze shifted from you to the sky. âYou know, I just remembered something.â He started to walk again, pulling you behind. âWhen I was little, none of usâ none of the people I hung out withâ had much pocket money, so we made a game out of stealing from the convenience stores in town. The competition was to see who could pay for as little as possible without getting banned from the store. I was never really good at it because I was an easy to read kid, but I remember always going for those⌠what do you call them? Bonbons?â He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger. âThe little wrapped chocolates. Iâd always shove one into my pocket because they were always left out and whoâs going to give a kid shit for taking a piece of candy?â
You followed beside him quietly, watching him.
He continued. âThe other day,â he said, âI went into a convenience store for the ATM, and I must have withdrawn twenty thousand yen or something like thatâ a good amount. I bought a pack of gum before I left because I didnât want to be the asshole that just uses an ATM and leaves, and I realizedâ I think Iâd walked a block away when I didâ that I had one of those candies in my pocket.â He led you off the path. âI guess I mustâve picked it up while I was paying for the gum. They werenât even the good chocolates; they were the hundred yen ones, and I knew why Iâd grabbed that pieceâ because nobodyâs going to lose their mind over a hundred whatever yenâ but I couldnât for the life of me remember why Iâd grabbed it.â
The two of you came to a stop by the riverbed. It was quiet for a Saturday. The water shone under the moonlight, and the man beside youâ whose gaze was now transfixed by the reflectionâ stood next to you, seemingly lost in thought.
You never let go of his hand. âBeing a kid kinda sucks,â you said, running your thumb over his clothed knuckles. âYou usually donât have many responsibilities, but you donât know enough to know what you should and shouldnât get involved with.â
He looked to you.
âAnd you get so jealous of the Huck Finn kidsâ you know the type: no responsibilities, nobody to tell them noâ until you get older and realizeâ too lateâ that the habits you picked up when you were left to your own devices probably werenât the healthiest, but by the time you put that together theyâre so deeply encoded in your being that theyâre a part of who you are and part of how you got this far, so even if theyâre unhealthy itâs not like you can give them up now.â You shivered. âItâs frustrating, looking back and thinking about what you couldâve been.â
The two of you stood there, staring at the water. Chuuya wrapped an arm around your shoulders, trying, in vain, to keep you from the cold.
Finally, he spoke. âI donât think Iâve ever had this kind of conversation with anyone before.â
You closed your eyes, leaning against him. âItâs funny,â you said. âI donât think I have either.â
His voice was soft. âI want to see you again.â
âSo do I.â
âThen we should.â
âWe should.â
You did.
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Moon, a hole of light | JB22 x SV5
summary . . . Jenson Button and Sebastian Vettel, one of the most esteemed names in Formula 1. Well, their names held a different story than their behaviour. Mischief, troublemaking and much more came with these two. Will the grid be able to survive?
request . . . yes!
word count . . . 1.6k
warnings . . . cursing
alexavia yaps . . . idk if this is good or not bc i literally just put a bunch of ideas together and hoped it was good </3 i accidentaly deleted the first draft so i lost the authors note and summary dni
2010, it was a year to be in F1. Many legends were on the grid, aswell as new rookies striving for greatness. But there was one pair that stood out more than the others, Jenny and Sebby, as they called themselves.
Jen and Seb, another name for them, were the troublemakers and pranksters of the grid. They were either driving or causing trouble, no in between. They made sure their PR Managers lived in misery and vain, but at least they had fun, right?
"SEBASTIAN VETTEL! COME RIGHT HERE!" Jenson's shout came from his driver's room in Mclaren. Seb, who was waiting around the corner grinned and tried to stifle his laugh as he walked over to the driver's room.
Seb slowly opened the door, trying to hold his laughter at the sight in front of him, but then failing. There stood a red-face Jenson Button, but quite literally. His face and body were stained a bright red, his fists clenched and shaking.
It took all his will to not punch Sebastian right then and there.
You'd think that a 30 year old man and a 23 year old would be mature, and have some common sense, right? Well, if you ever met Seb and Jen, you'd instantly know you were wrong. They were even more immature than a pair of 5 year olds, which was a bit surprising.
"I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons, babe" Sang Sebastian to Jenson, who rolled his eyes and shook his head disappointingly.
"I regret teaching you that this song even existed." He muttered, eyes closed and head in his hands.
"Well, too bad. I've already memorised all of it." Laughed Seb, pointing his finger at Jenson in a taunting manner.
"You did not!" Exclaimed Jenson, his eyes comically wide.
"Yes IÂ did!"
"God, what am I going to do with you?" Jenson sighed, his shoulders deflating.
"Nothing, because you're never getting rid of me!" Seb started skipping around him in circles, singing the lyrics to Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls.
"God please help me."Â
"A beekeeper?!"Jenson shouted, his jaw almost on the floor.
"What's wrong with being a beekeeper?" Seb shouted back, his arms going across his chest defensively.
"That's so...adorable and cutesy! It does not fit you!"
"Yes it does!" Seb argued, his voice slightly cracking.
"Does not!"
"Does"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Nuh uh!"
"Shut up!"
"Jeez, way to stop an argument." Jenson laughed, blowing air out of his mouth.
"Fuck off, Jen. You want to be a DILF."
"Whyâs my entire table filled with⌠carrots?" Seb stared at the small mountain of carrots spilling out as he opened his locker.
Jenson strolled into the room, arms crossed, leaning casually against the doorframe with a smirk. "Just making sure youâre eating healthy. Thought you could use a bit of beta-carotene, mate."
Seb rolled his eyes, grabbing a handful of carrots and shoving them into Jensonâs arms. "Fine, but youâre eating them with me. Enjoy your five-a-day."
"Why is there glitter⌠everywhere?" Jenson asked, his voice barely holding back a mix of rage and laughter as he opened his driverâs bag to find every item coated in a thick layer of sparkles.
Seb was practically bent over in silent laughter, barely able to breathe. "Itâs called adding flair, Jen. A little sparkle in your life never hurt."
Jenson held up his helmet, which was covered in glitter, and just shook his head. "You're dead, Vettel. You better start running now."
During one race weekend, Jenson was doing a live interview, being the picture of professionalism, answering questions and playing the PR game as usual. But right on the edge of the frame, Seb popped up wearing a pair of sunglasses and holding a cardboard sign that said, 'Free Hugs from Jenson.'
Without any hint of annoyance or surprise, Jenson smirked at the camera and pointed behind him. "Alright, guys, you heard him. Go find Seb if you want hugs. Might be the only time heâs offering them to the public."
During a fan Q&A, a young fan asked Jenson how he would describe Seb in three words.
Jenson looked at Seb, pretending to be in deep thought. "Hmm⌠a bee loving menace."
Seb grinned, crossing his arms. "Best description Iâve ever had. What would you be?"
"Easy," Jenson replied with a grin. "Sebâs number one fan."
The audience burst into laughter, and Seb dramatically placed a hand over his heart. âAww, Jen, you shouldnât have!"
"Sebastian, whatâs your proudest achievement in F1 so far?" a journalist asked during a media day.
Seb was mid-sentence, talking about his wins, when Jenson appeared out of nowhere, a huge smirk on his face. "Oh, I can tell you. Itâs definitely pranking me with a cardboard cutout of myself in my hotel room at 3 a.m. Nearly gave me a heart attack."
Seb burst out laughing. "It was life-sized! I figured youâd love the surprise!"
"Oh, I loved it," Jenson replied sarcastically. "Especially when I walked in and saw myself staring back at me. Almost had to call security."
Then there was the time when Seb was asked if he ever got nervous before races.
"No, not really," Seb replied calmly, then paused as Jenson slid into the shot behind him, eyebrows raised.
"Are we forgetting Singapore? 2009? Because I remember somebody pacing around like a madman that morning, muttering something about needing more breakfast."
Seb glared at him, trying to stifle his grin. "I wasnât nervous! I was⌠focused."
"Right, focused on finding an extra croissant," Jenson said, leaning into the mic. "He was unstoppable once he got it."
In a rare joint interview, Jenson and Seb sat down with a reporter, who knew that having these two together would be nothing short of entertaining chaos. The interviewer barely got to her first question before things went to chaos.
"So, Jenson," she began with a smile, "how do you and Seb keep such a good dynamic? I mean, you're known as one of the most iconic duos in the paddock, but there's clearly some⌠competitive spirit there."
Jenson gave a small chuckle, glancing over at Seb, who already had a smug grin. "Well, I think itâs because weâve both come to terms with the fact that we'll never stop pranking each other."
Seb scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "Me? Iâm the one whoâs just a tiny bit competitive? Remember Monaco, Jen? You may as well have had steam coming out of your ears by the end of that one."
"Donât act innocent, Seb," Jenson shot back, eyebrows raised. "Who was the one who replaced my carâs steering wheel with a pink one with âPrincessâ written on it?"
Seb laughed, clearly proud of his prank. "Oh, come on! You did look quite royal with it."
The interviewer was grinning ear to ear, clearly loving their dynamic. "Okay, okay, letâs settle this! Whatâs the biggest prank you two have pulled on each other?"
Sebâs eyes sparkled, leaning forward like heâd been waiting for this question."Thatâs easy. Spain, last season. He had this brand new helmet design heâd been bragging about for weeks. It had all these fancy graphics, and he wouldnât stop talking about it."
Jensonâs eyes widened as he realized what Seb was about to reveal. "Donât you dare, Seb!"
"Oh, Iâm telling them," Seb said, grinning. "So, I may have⌠slightly changed his helmet."
"Slightly?" Jenson cut in, exasperated. "You replaced my name with a cartoon donkey and slapped a rainbow on it!"
Seb was barely able to keep a straight face. "And it looked amazing. He didnât realize it until he was already at the track, visor down, ready for the press photos."
Jenson shook his head, grinning despite himself. "Every photographer at the track got a picture of that disaster. You know how hard it was to live that down?"
The interviewer was in stitches, barely able to get her next question out. "Alright, Jenson, whatâs the biggest prank youâve pulled on Seb?"
"Oh, this one was good," Jenson said, rubbing his hands together like he was planning a grand scheme. "It was right before Silverstone, and Seb had just gotten this new superstitious thing about his driverâs suit. Something about âneeding it perfectly creasedâ for luck."
Seb rolled his eyes. "Donât remind me."
"So, I⌠may have swapped his suit with one that was three sizes too small and had bright neon green stitching." Jenson shrugged, feigning innocence. "I figured if he really needed luck, heâd work with whatever he had."
Seb slapped his forehead, laughing. "I couldnât even breathe in that thing! I walked around like a robot all morning until someone finally told me where heâd put my actual suit."
The interviewer chuckled, leaning in. "Do you two ever get tired of the pranks? I mean, donât they ever just get exhausting?"
Seb and Jenson exchanged a look, then shook their heads in unison.
"Itâs like an unspoken rule at this point," Jenson explained. "He pranks me, I prank him back. Keeps things interesting. And the paddock seems to find it entertaining."Â (he push me i push him back)
Seb nodded, adding, "And, hey, it makes those PR events a little less boring. Like that one event in Monaco where he wouldnât stop complaining about the heat, so I âhelpedâ by swapping his water bottle with sparkling lemonade. Thought heâd appreciate the upgrade."
Jenson shot Seb a look. "Upgrade? Seb, it was carbonated. I sprayed half of it all over my suit before I realized it."
"Good times," Seb said, smiling like it was a fond memory.
The interviewerâs eyes twinkled with excitement as she moved on to her next question. "Alright, last one! If you could describe each other in one sentence, what would it be?"
Seb tapped his chin, pretending to think deeply. "Oh, thatâs easy. Jenson is the most patient man on the planetâŚÂ for putting up with me."
Jenson laughed, leaning back in his chair. "You got that right."
"And what about you, Jenson?" the interviewer asked, curious.
Jenson looked at Seb with a playful glint in his eye. "Sebastian Vettel⌠the gridâs biggest headache, but somehow my best friend."
Seb looked mock offended. "Hey, I prefer âlegendary troublemaker.â"
They both burst out laughing, and the interviewer shook her head, thoroughly entertained. "Alright, I think weâve got enough stories to keep F1 fans laughing for weeks!"
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J POV
"I found my soulmate Jo!", Elena gushes
"Oh yeah? That's great!", I answer, getting jealous and disappointed
I'm glad I'm on the phone with her instead of in person. That's way she can't see my face
"Yeah! He just came into the Starbucks and when I asked his name he said Stefan. I was so excited and I asked him his last name. He said Salvatore. It's the name that's been in my head since I was born! I had a feeling when I first saw him"
"Did you tell him your name?"
"No he asked if I was Elena Gilbert before I could tell him! It was him!"
"That's crazy. And so out of nowhere", I reply
I'm trying so hard to stay cheerful for her
"It's just like they say Jo. You can feel that they're yours. You just know. The love is there and it's like everything wakes up in you."
Sounds amazing. Too bad I'll never find mine
"I'm happy for you Elena. You're so lucky"
"Don't worry Jo. You'll find yours"
I hold back a snort. Yeah right. Not with the name I'm stuck with
"Yeah I hope so."
"I gotta go. Stefan is coming over and he'll be here soon"
Already? That's quick. I mean I know he's her soulmate but she doesn't know him like that. What if he's a serial killer? But it's her life
"Ok Elena. I'll see you soon"
"Yeah Jo. Ok. Bye!"
"Bye", I answer and hang up
I sigh. It's so not fair
"Urgggg", I whine
That's my last friend who didn't have a soulmate. Now they all have one and Elena's gone. Once they get their soulmate, my friends all drop off the face of the earth. They're with their soulmates 24/7. So now I'm alone
I haven't found my soulmate. I don't think I ever will. The name in my head is not something that anyone would name their kid
The name of my soulmate is "V"
One letter. One fucking letter. Never going to happen. I've had people contact me because they had my name in their head
Joanne Summers
Easy. But when they tell me their name, it's never V. Never. And I've given up
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I close the door to my apartment, sighing. I just got off of work and I'm dead tired from the commute. I just want to eat, watch TV and then sleep. After showering and getting into my pjs, I flop on my couch, turning the TV on. Opening the Uber eats app, I order some food, then watch TV
Looking up I see I'm watching Jimmy Fallon. Eh he's ok and I'm too tired to care what I watch. I'm just waiting for food. I scroll through Twitter, glancing at the tv now and then. Screaming comes from the tv and I look up. What the hell?
A group of Asian men come onto the stage and the crowd gets louder. A group of very handsome Asian men. Who are these people?
"We have the biggest kpop boy band here tonight. BTS!"
BTS?
Who the hell is that? And what is kpop? Jimmy asks the guys to introduce themselves and I grab the remote to change the channel. I don't know who they are and I don't care
Pointing to the tv, I'm about to change the channel when I hear, "Hi guys, I'm V"
I stop dead in my tracks and look up at the tv
Did he say...V?
Which one said it? I don't know. The last one speaks and says his name is J-Hope. Which one is V?
I sit on my couch, my mouth hanging open and eyes glued to the TV. Jimmy is asking them questions and one of them keeps answering and talking. Is he the front man? Is he V?
Five minutes later, Jimmy asks another question and the one who keeps answering hands the mic to the one next to him saying, "Suga, answer"
Suga? What are these names? I'm guessing their stage names like Avenged Sevenfold has. Suga answers and hands back the mic. I find out the one who talks a lot is RM and that they other ones aren't that great in English. Some are better than others. Jimmy asks certain members something and they answers. There's three that haven't spoken yet
"V, what do you think?", Jimmy asks
RM hands the microphone to V. And I see him for the first time. And hear his voice. He's fucking beautiful. More beautiful than I am, hands down. And his voice is so deep. Can the name in my head be his stage name? He's the only person I've ever heard call themselves V. His English is alright.
During the commercial, I Google BTS and find out kpop is Korean pop music. So he's Korean. I don't speak Korean. I don't live in Korea. He does. Because of course he does
When Jimmy Fallon comes back, BTS performs a song, it's called "Butter". It's in English. I watch V and he has a beautiful singing voice. And he can dance. All seven of them are amazing
When the show ends, I grab my laptop and go back to Google
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I've been up for hours. I'm going to have to call in sick tomorrow. It's almost four a.m.
I've fallen into a BTS hole
I really like their music. They're videos are amazing and their dancing is incredible. I read all about them and I found out their real names
What V's real name is
It's Kim, Taehyung
The members call him Tae, Tae Tae and Tayhungie
Adorable
All the members seem like kind, generous and honest people. They care and love their fans who are called ARMY. They're really all just big goofballs having fun
V is a year younger than me. He's twenty six and I'm twenty seven. BTS is huge, bigger than the Beatles used to be. And I instantly know, there is no way I can ever get in contact with V. Not unless I go to Korea and basically go broke buying albums for the chance to get a ticket for a fan meet. So I found my soulmate, maybe, but I'll never be with him. He'll never know me
I can't even guess how many fangirls tell him they're his soulmate. He's one of the maknaes, the younger members and he is the bias of so many girls. He's voted the most handsome man and he's the most popular member. Why would he believe me?
And how many Joanne Summers are in the world who are his fan? My name is common. My chance is zero . Still I have to try
I'm in the middle of writing a message to him. I'm going to send it through Weverse. I read that the members answer their fans more on there. And my post will be public but I don't care. If he sees it, then I don't care what anyone says. I can't think of anything else to do
So I post a simple message and hope he reads it
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Tae POV
I'm eating breakfast with the guys. We came back to Seoul after the Jimmy Fallon show. I crashed on the plane and all day yesterday
Thank god we have today off
I check my phone while I eat. Instagram, Twitter, Weverse. So many people messaging us. I scroll through the "to V", messages on Weverse. Some are in English, Korean and other languages. I try to answer as many as I can
I see a long message from someone and it catches my eye because her name is Joanne
The first name of my soulmate
I basically have given up on finding my soulmate. There are so many girls messaging me that they're my soulmate but it's never true. I don't know how I will ever find her or how I'll know it's the right girl. But I can't just not read her message especially since she has my soulmate's first name
She wrote the message in English. I can read and understand English but I rather read it in Korean. Taking a bite of my sandwich, I hit the translate button and start reading-
"Hi. My name is Joanne Summers and I think you might be my soulmate. I just saw you on Jimmy Fallon tonight and heard you call yourself V. The name of my soulmate is V. I know you may not believe me and have lots of girls say they're your soulmate but I swear I didn't even know who you were until tonight. I basically have given up finding a V, and I'd like to meet you to be sure if you are my soulmate or not. I know I sound insane and I'm sorry. I understand if you never answer me. I don't even know if you'll see this. But if you do thanks for reading.
-Joanne
I gasp and drop my sandwhich
"Tae what's wrong?", Jimin asks
I hear him but I can't answer him
I can only stare at the message. And I know it's real. I know it's her. Because she said that the name of her soulmate is V. Every other girl whose ever messaged me says my real name is in their head
Kim, Taehyung
But this girl....she said V
And her name is my soulmate
Joanne Summers
"TAE!", Namjoon yells
I look up to see the guys looking at me
"I...I found her", I whisper
Yoongi raises his eyebrow, "Found who?"
"My soulmate"
"Uh ok, how?", Hobi asks skeptically
"She messaged me on Weverse"
"Seriously Tae? You can't believe that", Jin answers
"It's true.", I insist
"C'mon Tae, we all get so many messages from girls and guys saying that they're our soulmate but they're really not.", Jungkook scoffs
"She said the name in her head is V", I blurt
They all stop and look at me
"V. Not Kim, Taehyung. V. No one ever said the name of their soulmate is V. They always use my name."
"That's different. I don't think anyone has ever used our stage names before.", Jimin muses
"What's her name?", Hobi asks
"Joanne Summers"
"The name of your soulmate", Namjoon realizes, "Maybe it is real."
I nod. I think it is. I have to meet her to see
"Be careful Tae. I see that look on your face. You want to meet her. Just be careful", Jimin warns
I just nod. I'm not dumb, of course I'll be careful. Now I have to think of a way to contact her. I can't do it on Weverse. Everything there is public. I have to use Twitter or Instagram and message her privately. But how am I supposed to know which Joanne Summers is her?. I log onto Instagram and search her name . So many profiles come up
I sigh and click on the first profile
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Oh my god I found her. I've been on this goddamn app for over an hour, looking at every profile with her name. I know this is her because in her small profile description the only thing there is V. And a link to her Twitter
I take a few minutes to look at her pictures since her profile is public. She doesn't have that many. I click on a picture of her. And my breath catches in my throat
She's gorgeous
Beautiful deep eyes, stunning smile and long hair dyed pink
Going back to her profile I click on her Twitter. I decide to follow her. But first I change my private Twitter bio to include, "It's me. V", in English. Then I click follow on her profile and wait
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J POV
My alarm clock goes off and I want to die. I want to sleep more. But I have to go to work. I called out yesterday but I can't today. It's just the commute to the city that kills me. Over an hour going and coming back. It's exhausting but there's nowhere else I can do my job in New York. And I don't want to move. Not yet anyway
I sigh, forcing myself up and into the bathroom I get dressed quickly and grab my phone, throwing it in my bag without looking at it. I'll get some tea and food on the way to the train
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I hate being on the subway. Weird fucking things happen on the subway. I avoid eye contact as much as I can. Which means I look at my phone. Which I'm going to do now
Taking out my phone, I look at it for the first time today. Nothing much.nBut I assumed as much. Like I said all my friends are with their soulmates so no messages for me. The only thing I have is a Twitter notification. Someone followed me. I click on the notification. I want to see who's following me, hoping it's not a weirdo
The name is in Asian characters. I have no clue which language, so I can't read the name. And the picture is of a painting. I scan the bio and my heart stops
There in English, it says, "It's me. V"
Is it really him? I have no idea. But I need to take the chance. So I follow him back. I know that if he's in Korea it's a twelve hour time difference. It's 9:30 am here, so there it's 9:30 pm there. Hopefully he's still up
So I send a message
"Hi. Is this V? For real?"
Hopefully he'll answer. Maybe I found my soulmate
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My phone buzzes as soon as I get into work. It's a Twitter notification for a message
"Hi. Yes this is V. I saw your message on Weverse. I think you're my soulmate too. The name of my soulmate is Joanne Summers. You're right that many girls tell me they're my soulmate. But you are the first one to tell me the name in your head is V. That's why I think this is real."
As I'm reading, another message appears, with a phone number
"This is my cell number. Can I have yours?"
I'd usually say no but he spoke about the message I sent on Weverse. And said my name is the one in his head. And that he thinks this is real. I hope I don't regret it and I send my phone number
I'm about to send another message when my phone starts ringing. A video call. From the number V sent me. I rush into my office and sit down, picking up the phone
The guy on my phone is the guy I saw on the tv the other day
And my god he's gorgeous. He's staring back at me and I'm aware that I have to talk
"Hi"
"Hi", he answers
Fucking hell, his voice
"Are you V?", I ask
He nods, "You are Joanne Summers?"
I nod
"I uh sorry. I no speak English well", he says
"Oh, that's ok. I don't speak Korean"
Then I think of something
"How did you write the message to me in English?"
"Oh. Uh I write in Korean. Namjoon uh write what I write in English"
Ok, he got RM to translate. I don't have anyone to translate what I write into Korean except Google translate. And that is known for being wrong a lot
"I'm sorry I don't have anyone to translate things to Korean", I tell him
"It's ok. I can uh read and uh... understand English. But writing and uh talking no much"
He makes a writing gesture to show me what he means
"I uh want talk to you more. Are you work or school?"
I want to talk to him too. Get to know him and see if this is real
"Yeah I'm at work now. I just got here."
"Ok where you live?"
"New York"
He nods, "Twelve uh hour time, not same"
I get what he means. He's talking about the time difference. I nod
"When work done?"
"Five", I say, holding up my hand with five fingers up
"Oh. I sleep then"
"Yes ok. When do you wake up?"
"Different times. Sometimes six, but a lot eight or nine"
I nod, "It's night time here then. I can talk to you then"
"Ok. And I can talk to you when night here"
That sounds great
"Ok", I agree
"I come to uh U.S. in May. For Billboard awards and tour. I have uh show in New Jersey. I want to see you", he tells me
He wants to meet me? I want too as well.
"Yeah that sounds good", I answer
"I uh want to message too. Is that ok?"
I nod, "Yeah"
He smiles and shit it's beautiful
"Ok. I go now and you can work"
"Yeah ok V."
He shakes his head, "Tae. Call me Tae"
His real name. He wants me to call him by his real name. I feel so fucking giddy
"Ok. Tae", I agree
"Bye Joanne. We talk later"
"Ok Tae. Bye"
He smiles at me, waves and I wave back. Then he hangs up. And I sit stunned
He got back to me. He actually called me. And he wants to keep talking to me. And meet me
This idol, this famous singer, wants to meet me. And he thinks I'm right, that we are soulmates. He's coming in May. In two months. It seems so far away
But I've waited for him for years, I can wait two months
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2 months later
Tae POV
"So I can see you tomorrow?", I ask her
She nods, "Yeah. Just tell me where you want to meet and I'll be there"
"Oh, I come to your job? I like museums"
"You wanna come here?", she asks
I nod
"Well ok. I can meet you here.", she agrees
"Good. At one?"
"Yeah that's good for me", she answers
I smile, "Ok. I see you tomorrow"
"Ok. Bye Tae", she says
I love the way she says my name
"Bye Jo"
She smiles, then hangs up. I'm so excited to finally meet her. After the first day I spoke to her, she's never left my mind. I think about her all the time. We text all day and night. We video call twice a day. We talk about everything. I've been practicing English and having Namjoon teach me more so I can speak to her. I've gotten better over the last two months. I still have a lot more to learn but at least I can talk to her. And I've fallen in love with her. She's an amazing person, she's beautiful and she's everything I want. And I know that even if she's not my soulmate, I'm going to ask her to be mine
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I scan the area as I walk to the New York Museum of Natural History. She works here but took today off so we could meet. I hope she's not annoyed that she had to come back to where she works. She's told me she's a paleontologist
I didn't know what that was and she explained she works with and studies prehistoric life, mostly dinosaur bones in the museum. That's amazing. I never heard of someone doing that. I'm hoping maybe she can take me to the back where she works and show me some cool stuff
I get to the stairs and look for her. She said she'd be by the stairs, behind the statue. Scanning the area, my eyes land on a girl with light purple hair. She changed her hair since I first spoke to her. To light purple. I did too
Mine is black now
The girl has her back to me but her head is moving like she's looking around. Maybe looking for me. I pull down my mask, take off my sunglasses and cap, so she can see that it's me
The girl turns around and I see that it's her
The second our eyes meet, something wakes up inside me and I know. She's mine. I found her. I feel unconditional love for her and the need to be with her. Everything around me fades away until I'm just focused on her
"It's you", she says, "I found you"
I nod and walk straight to her. I need to be near her.When I get to her, I pull her to me, my lips on hers in a second
Fireworks blast in my body and I feel like I'm complete
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J POV
I see Tae standing in front of me and I know. Everything that all my friends told me happens when you see your soulmate in person for the first time is true. I know he's my soulmate. I don't know how I know but I do. Honestly I fell for Tae these past two months
I love him
But the love for him that bursts in my body now is more powerful than what I felt before. He's mine. I belong with him
"It's you", I say, "I found you"
I can't believe I found him. He walks straight to me, pulls me in his arms and kisses me
The second his lips touch mine, fire races through me
I slide my arms around his neck, getting as close to him as I possibly can. He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue in my mouth. Oh my god. His kiss is fucking incredible
When it ends, he pulls back and looks down at me. He's everything
He moves hair from my face and tells me, "I love you"
Complete happiness bursts in my body from hearing him say that
"I love you", I tell him
He smiles and I find his ARMYS are right. He has a boxy smile and it's stunning . He leans down again and kisses me. I know he's going to have to keep kissing me all the time because I'm addicted
He pulls away and asks, "Want to go inside?"
I nod and he takes my hand, lacing our fingers together and we start walking to the entrance
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Tae is so much fun. He loves taking pictures and is constantly snapping pictures with a camera he brought. He keeps his hat, mask and sunglasses off, telling me he doesn't care if people recognize him
"Jo", he calls and I turn around
He holds up his phone this time and I smile. He's been taking so many pictures of me with both his phone and his camera. I didn't want him to at first but then he told me that he wants pictures of his beautiful soulmate on his phone so he can look at them anytime he wants. And I couldn't say no after that. But I know what he means, I'm taking a lot of pictures of him too
"Come Jo, selfie", he says
"Ok Tae", I answer
I go next to him and he holds out his phone. We smile for the first, make silly faces for the second and then he kisses me for the last one. Turning to me, he runs his fingers in my hair
"You so beautiful baby. I so lucky", he murmurs
I'm completely floored. He's lucky?Yeah right. I'm lucky
"No, Tae I'm lucky to have you. You're the best man I could ever ask for"
He smiles so widely, "Thank you Jo. You the best girl. I was scared I don't find my soulmate ever. Because I am idol. I'm so happy I found you. You make me happy"
I can't, he's the best guy ever. The things he's saying to me, it makes me happy that I can make him happy
I touch his cheek gently, "You make me happy Tae"
Smiling, he leans down, his lips against mine in another sweet kiss. God I love his kisses. I want them all the time. I'd be happy just sitting together and kissing all day
He takes my hand again as we walk around. He always wants to be touching me somehow. Holding my hand, having his arm around me, moving my hair. And I fucking love it
We walk around the dinosaur exhibit. He was so excited to come here since he knows what my job is
"Wow", he says, looking up at the T- Rex skeleton
He takes a picture, then holds my hand again, walking to the next dinosaur. He lifts my hand and kisses the back of it. I blush and smile. He's been doing that also. Just kissing my hand. He's so romantic
"Jo, can you uh show me where you work?", he asks
"You want to see that?"
He nods, "Yes"
I shrug, "Ok. Come on"
I lead him to an elevator and we go to the floor where I work
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"This is a what?", Tae asks confused
"A Utah raptor claw", I repeat
I find the picture of the dinosaur online and show him
"This uh claw from that?"
I nod and point to the claw on the picture
"Can I hold?"
"Sure. Just be careful."
He slowly lifts it up, his eyebrows raising
"Heavy"
"Yeah. The bones are a lot more heavy than you'd think"
He places it back down
"More?", he asks excitedly
I just smile at how cute he is. We've been here for about half an hour. He wants to see everything and honestly I don't mind at all. No one really cares about what I do so it's nice to have someone interested. I close the drawer with the raptor claws and open the one under it
"Teeth?", he questions
"T-Rex teeth", I correct
"T-Rex?", he gasps, "Dinosaur king? Big one yes?"
God he's so fucking cute. His English has gotten better but sometimes he still speaks in broken sentences. I think it's fucking adorable. I can't speak Korean for the life of me so I have no place to judge his English
"Yeah Tae. The big one we took a picture by"
He nods, picking up one tooth and looking closely at it, "Have you uh dig up dinosaur too?"
"Once. I had to take a class that sent me to Colorado to help dig up a dinosaur that was found"
"Was fun?"
I nod. It was but it was also nerve wracking. I had to make sure I didn't break any of the bones while digging
"What dinosaur you dig?"
"Uh it was a triceratops"
He just looks at me, "I uh don't know name, just what look like"
"Hold on", I say going back on my phone and finding a picture
"This one", I say, showing him the picture
"Oh yeah. Three horns. We see that too in museum"
We did, he took a selfie in front of it
"What is your favorite dinosaur?"
"That's easy", I answer, pulling up a picture of the dinosaur, "Velociraptor"
"Ooo like the movie? Jurassic world?"
"Yeah like the movie. But they weren't that big"
"No?", he asks, confused
"No Velociraptors were the size of a chicken"
His eyes widen, "That little?"
I nod, "Utah raptors were the size of the ones in the movie"
"Oh. That the claw in the drawer yes?"
"Yeah baby"
He nods, putting the tooth down and I open the last drawer in this cabinet
"What is that? Not bone"
This drawer has small to large lumps in it
"Uh no. That's dinosaur poop"
Shock fills his face and he looks over at me
"Poop?"
I laugh at his expression
"Yeah Tae. Dinosaur poop"
"Why poop?", he asks disgusted
"Because Tae, the poop tells us what the dinosaurs ate"
"Oh I see. But still, yuck"
"You don't want to touch it?", I tease
"Ah no thank you", he day, shaking his head
"Ok baby", I giggle, closing the drawer
I turn back to him, "What do you want to do now? See more back here or go back to the museum?"
He doesn't answer, instead he comes closer and kisses me. My whole body is shocked as soon as his lips touch mine. I love how my body reacts to this kiss. I just get so happy
"I don't care. I want to be with you. Whatever you want, I go", he whispers to me
Pulling him back for a kiss, he puts his arms around me, holding me against him. God, I love being in his arms
"Do you want to go somewhere else?", I ask
"Yes. I go with you"
Should we go somewhere else in the city? Or should we go back around my apartment? There are parks there but it's not central park
"Do you want to stay in the city?"
He shakes his head, "You no like city. I know you come to work. We go somewhere else"
"No Tae. We can stay. I don't want to ruin anything for you. Whatever you want we'll do baby"
I don't want to take him away if he wants to be here. He doesn't come here often and it's not fair for me to be selfish
"I want you. I see New York before. I want see where you live"
"You want to go to my apartment?", I ask surprised
I'm worried that'd be boring for him
He nods, "I want"
Well if he wants to, I guess it's fine
"Ok. We can get a Uber or take the train"
"Can....can we take train? I already drive everywhere. I never go on train"
Right, of course he can't, he's an idol
He'd get swarmed on trains or buses
"We can go on the train baby but aren't you worried people will recognize you?", I ask
He shakes his head, "I have hat, glasses and mask. I'm ok"
"Ok", I answer and wait for him to put everything on. He's right, all the stuff hides who he is. As long as he's safe, I'm good. I take his hand and we leave the office
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Tae POV
The New York subway is.... interesting
So far, there have been people asking for money and a group of people dancing and performing in the train car. Joanne told me not to look because they'll expect me to give them money. I kept switching my gaze between her and the performers
It's crazy that they do this in the subway
Once it was done, they did ask for money. Some people gave them some but most didn't. I don't care about giving them money but Joanne told me not to. I don't know how things are done here so I'm going to listen to her. After awhile, the train stops and everyone gets off
"Uh"
"It's the last stop baby", she says, taking my hand and leading me out of the train
"Ok pumpkin. We go to your apartment now?", I ask
"Yeah. We're going to my car and I'm gonna drive home"
I nod. I know she has a car. She told me she drives to the train station, parks her car, then takes the train. It's a lot just go get to work. I don't know if I could ever do that every single day. We get to her car, get in and she starts driving
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"So this is my apartment", she says
She showed me all of her apartment and we're back in her living room, sitting on the couch
"I like it", I answer
"Yeah? It's probably kinda smaller than you're use to"
"Oh no. It's great. I share with seven people. You get all space by yourself"
She smiles at me, "Yeah but sometimes it gets lonely. You have the rest of the members with you if you need to be around someone"
She's not wrong. I do have my own room when I want to be alone and I can go into the living room when I want to be around people. Everyone is always there
"What about you family?"
"Oh uh yeah I don't talk to them. I don't have any brothers or sisters. Just my parents and they're not nice people"
That upsets me. I can't imagine being without my family. They're one of the most important things in my life. But she had no one for so long
"You have me now", I answer
Her smile widens, "Yeah I do. And you have me"
God, I love hearing that. I do have her. And I'm never letting her go.
Moving closer to her, I crash my lips to hers. She throws her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. I can't stop kissing her. It's like after the first one, I just can't stop. And I love the feeling I get from her kisses. I pull her on my lap and she comes, still kissing. Her hands go in my hair and it feels good
I cautiously run my hands up and down her body. I want to do more but I don't know if she wants to. If it's too soon. Keeping my hands by the hem of her shirt, I play with it, lifting it a little but not too much. She moves her hands from my hair to my shirt and she pulls it up and off
Leaning back, her mouth drops open as she looks at me, "Fuck Tae, you're perfect"
The look on her face tells me she's telling the truth. I'm so happy she thinks that about me. I don't have abs like Jungkook or Jimin. I actually have a little tummy and I was self conscious about it around her. She touches my chest and runs her hands all over me
I close my eyes against her touch and just enjoy it. Her hands are soft and warm against my skin. She slides her hands up my chest, up my neck, touching my face as she leans to me and kisses me softly
When she pulls away, I open my eyes and just tell her, "I want you. So much"
She smirks, "Yeah baby?"
I nod rapidly
She kisses my cheek, then whispers, "Well you're in luck baby because I want you so much too"
"Yeah?", I ask
She nods, "Don't stop"
I pull her to me in a kiss, sliding my hands up her shirt and finally touching her skin. Fuck, she's so soft and smooth, I absolutely love it. Pulling her shirt up, I take it off and throw it somewhere, her lips back on mine in a second. I unclasp her bra taking it off as well
Touching her boobs, I moan against her lips. Kissing down her neck, she leans back as I get to her boobs, holding them up. Putting her nipple in my mouth I suck on it, feeling it get hard right instant. And her nipple isn't the only thing that gets hard
She moans, gripping my upper arms tightly. Going to the other nipple, I lick it over and over, it getting hard against my tongue. Fuck I'm so turned on. When I move back, she stands up, grabs my hand and pulls me with her
I follow her and we go in her room. She leads me to her bed and she sits on it, moving me in front of her. Her hands move fast on my jeans getting them undone and pulling them and my boxers down right away. I watch her lick up and down my hard cock, pleasure slamming my body
"Fuck", I whisper
She takes me in her mouth, sucking right away
"Oh my god!", I yell
I can't, it feels so good
And watching her turns me on so much more. I feel her tongue licking me all over as she sucks harder
"Baby oh god", I moan
She sucks on my head while jerking me off. I don't know which feels better, all I know is that I'm in so much pleasure. She takes her hand away and moves down my cock more, putting all of me inside
When she starts sucking, my body shivers from the pleasure. She nods her head, up and down, burying me in her tight throat each time. My god, it's amazing. Each thrust into her throat brings me closer and closer until I snap
"Joanne oh fuck, baby, baby!", I shout, coming, bliss crashing over me. I feel her swallow on my cock over and over making the pleasure last longer
"Mmmm", she groans, "So good"
My mouth drops open
"Ggg..good?", I stammer
She moves off me, looking up and smiling, "Yeah Tae. Good. You taste good"
Jesus Christ, I can't wrap my head around that. Instead of thinking about it, I gently push her back on the bed and pull off her pants and panties slowly. I take a second to look at her naked body. Oh my god, I can't fucking breathe. She's fucking so beautiful, so hot, so perfect
Running my hands up her body, I lean over her, kissing her again. I love how her arms immediately go around my neck, holding me close to her. Getting on the bed, I lay on my back and pull her to me
"Up", I tell her, moving her on top of me until she's right over my mouth
I can't wait to eat her out. Pulling her down more, I lift my head up and lick her
"Ttt... Tae", she whimpers
I keep going, licking all over, just feeling her on my tongue. And she feels good. She's already so wet and it tastes good. I move my hands on her ass and squeeze
"Mmmm", she moans
Stopping for a second, I look at her pretty pussy, her clit throbbing hard. I want it in my mouth so badly, so I wrap my lips around it and start sucking hard and fast
"Oh my god Tae!", she screams
I can't help but smile at her scream. I'm so glad I can make her feel so good. Still sucking on her, she moans, grabbing my arms tightly. Her clit throbs against lips, sending pleasure down to my hardening cock. I groan, slurping on her clit, her moans getting louder and louder
"Taehyung!", she screams, coming and shaking above me
I lick her cum and I'm so surprised at how good she tastes. I've gone down on girls before but I never really liked the way they taste. But her....I love it. And I know I'm always going to want it. When she finishes I keep licking her to get her to cum again. I swipe my tongue on her over and over, feeling her get more wet. Sliding down to her hole, I push my tongue inside, feeling her pussy squeezing, making both of us moan
I move my tongue in and out of her hole, fucking into her, her sweet juice drowning me. After another minute, she yells my name as she orgasms again and I lick up all her cum
"Mmm so good baby", I murmur
When I finish, I grab her hips, I move her down my body until she's right over my cock
"Please baby", I beg
She bites her lip, nodding at me. Pushing her down on me, my cock gets so wet and warm from her, her pussy the tightest I've ever felt
"Oh shit", I moan as pleasure slams right into me
"Are you ok?", she asks worriedly
I nod rapidly, "You just....fuck...so tight....feel so good"
Jesus I just went in and I already can't talk
"You...you like it?", she asks
"I love it", I gasp
She leans over me, kissing my lips softly. God her kisses are everything. I bury my hands in her hair, sliding my tongue in her mouth. Hers touches mine, sending chills down my spine. I feel her hands slide in my hair and touch my face. Goddamnit I love her so much
She moves back and smiles at me, giving me a quick kiss. Then she sits up and starts moving up and down my cock slowly
"Oh god", I moan
The pleasure is so intense and I've never felt this good before. Moving quicker, she bounces on me and takes my hands, putting them on her body
"Touch me Tae"
Hell yes. My hands slide up and down her body touching her everywhere I can
"You're hands feel so good baby", she whimpers
God she's everything. And she loves me. That's the best part. She loves just me. She just wants me. I'm so fucking happy
"Tae", she moans
She's going to cum. I can feel her throbbing hard. And I've never been more excited for a girl to cum on me
"Tae"
She's right there, so I thrust up into her
"Oh fuck", she cries
"Come on baby", I whisper, moving up into her again
"Taehyung oh fuck", she cries, getting so tight on me as she orgasms
Pure fucking pleasure washes over me as she cums on me. Oh my god, it feels amazing. But I knew it would. I knew being with her would be the best. I had no doubt
The pleasure on her face makes me happy and makes me want to give her more. Holding her hips, I thrust into her while she orgasms, making her scream louder
"Baby-"
"It's ok baby. Again"
She starts moving slamming down as I thrust up. I hit inside so much deeper and I love the feeling, the fast pulsing her cunt is doing around me
"There Tae. Oh shit right there", she moans
I slam up and she shouts
"There?", I ask
"Yes!"
She likes it there, in that spot and I'm going to give it to her. I move faster, making sure I slam into where she wants, her pussy covering my cock in so much cream, making a huge pretty mess
"Fuck!", she cries, orgasming again and holding onto my cock so tightly
"Fuck", I gasp from the pleasure
She shakes on top of me so I just hold her until she finishes. I sit up, holding her to me and rolling her over so she's under me. Kissing her lips hard, I push back inside and start moving slowly. Her hands are on my hips and she slides them up my back slowly, touching everywhere and her fingers leaving fire all along my back. I shiver from her touch and I feel her smile against my lips. I pull away from her, touching her face softly
"I love you"
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J POV
Looking up at Tae, he tells me, "I love you"
Happiness explodes in my heart. I can never stop hearing him say that
"I love you", I tell him
The smile he gives me is so stunning, it takes my breath away. I'm so lucky I have him. I'm extremely lucky I found him. I would never have expected my soulmate to be famous. And everything that led to me finding him was pure luck. I know this . But I'm glad luck was on my side
He kisses me again, still moving slowly
I can feel every move, every thrust, every touch and I absolutely love it. He kisses down my neck, whispering to me as he does
"My baby."
He kisses another spot on my neck
"My Joanne"
Another kiss
"My soulmate"
I can't, he's everything
"My Tae", I whisper to him
He looks at me and smiles before pressing his lips to mine. He moves a little bit harder and it feels so good, his cock going so deep, hitting my spot every thrust. His cock is huge, spreading me wide open, the drag of his cock sending bliss through every inch of my body . He's getting me right there, just a few more thrusts
"Tttt.....Tae baby", I whimper
"Yeah baby", he answers, kissing me more
He thrusts again and I snap, ecstacy washing over me as I orgasm
"Oh god Tae!", I moan, clinging onto him, my body pressing into his
"Joanne, oh fuck, baby", he groans, coming inside
I feel his cock move and throb as he cums, his warm cum filling me so perfectly, feeling so fucking pleasurable it prolongs the bliss
"Fuck Tae!", I cry, shaking in his arms
"Jo, oh, so good", he moans, burying his face in my neck
Wrapping my arms around him, I keep him on top of me, running my fingers up and down his back and playing with his hair. Turning my head, I kiss the side of his face and his shoulder
"I love you", I tell him and keep kissing him
He lifts his head, looking at me, "Marry me"
I blink in shock. What? Which is what I say
"What?"
He kisses me, then gets up and leans over the bed to the floor. What is he doing? Did he really just ask me to marry him?. Is he being serious?
He comes back, laying down next to me and I move so we're facing each other. He holds up a ring to me. Oh my god he's serious
"I love you. You are mine. I am yours. I don't want to wait anymore. I come and know if you are my soulmate, I want to marry you. And you are. I don't want to be without you", he says softly, moving hair from my face
I take in his words and I already know my answer
"Marry me?", he asks again
"Yes", I answer with no hesitation
"Yes?"
"Yes", I confirm, nodding, "I love you Tae. I don't want to be without you either"
I don't. I already loved him before I met him today. And the love I feel for him now that he's my soulmate is so much more than before. I don't want to be away from him
It's going to kill me when he has to leave tonight to go back to the hotel. And he has a whole tour to go on. But I want to marry him. He's my everything
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Tae POV
She said yes. I'm going to marry my soulmate. I'm so elated. I came here knowing I was going to propose to her if she was my soulmate. I didn't want to be apart from her if she was. And she is
I don't care about being too young or being famous for marriage. I'm ready as long as it's her. I was scared to ask, worrying about when the right time would be. But it came so easily. I just asked. And she said yes
I kiss her softly, just feeling her lips on mine. She cups my face, deepening the kiss. I love when she touches me. Her hands are so soft against my skin
When we pull away, I take her hand and slide the ring on it. She looks at it, smiling so widely
"Do you like it?", I ask
She nods, "I love it. It's beautiful Tae. Thank you"
There's more I want to ask her but this I'm scared about. But I have to
"Uh Jo. Can we uh talk?", I ask
She lifts her gaze from the ring to me
"Sure Tae"
"Uh Jo, I want to ask if you uh come with me. To Korea?"
"You want me to move to Korea? Don't you live in the dorm with the members?", she asks
"Uh yes but if you come, I move. I live with you"
"And you want to get married in Korea too?"
That I don't care about. We can get married here or there. Wherever she wants
"Whatever you want Jo. That does not matter. But I have uh stay in Korea. Because BTS is there. If I'm not in BTS, I move here with you. But I cannot now. Maybe later but not now"
"I get it Tae. I know you can't leave Korea", she answers
I'm worried she's not going to come. I know I'm asking a lot in a short period of time. She takes my hand, lacing our fingers and kisses the back of mine
"I'll go with you to Korea Tae."
"Yes? You will?"
"Of course Tae. I love you and we're going to get married. I'm not going to stay here when you're in Korea. Wherever you go, I go", she says softly
I can't hold the smile that bursts on my face
"Thank you baby", I thank her
"There's nothing to thank Tae. I'd do anything for you"
"Me too. I do anything for you", I repeat
"Uh I guess this is happening after your tour?"
"Yes we move after tour. I come help you", I confirm
She's moving for me, the least I could do is help her pack and ship everything
She nods, "I'm going to miss you when you're on tour"
I've thought about that too. I knew if she was my soulmate, I wouldn't want to be away from her so quickly
"You uh can come with me", I say lowly
Surprise falls on her face, "I can?"
I nod, "Yes. Before I leave Korea, I tell manager um about..you. I told them you maybe come with me. I told my members the same. They ok. Manager no ok but I don't care."
"Oh, Tae I don't want to get you in trouble if your managers said no"
I'm not explaining this right. I take a few seconds to think
"Uh they no say no. They say it's not a good idea. But not say no. And anyway, I don't care. You come. Please?"
I hope she understands
"Oh, uh but my job Tae."
Oh right. I forgot. She may not be able to get off
"I forgot", I answer
Then I get an idea, "Uh Jo. When you move to Korea, you quit job here, yes?"
She nods
"So uh, you quit now and come with me", I suggest
"I mean I guess I could but I kinda need to make money Tae. I'm going to have to spend a lot of money to ship my stuff to Korea."
I shake my head, "No think about money. I have money. I pay for everything"
"What?", she exclaims, "No way Tae. No"
"Yes", I insist, "I don't care, I pay for you. I take care of you. I want you to come with me. You don't need a job."
"Tae-"
"Jo, only for a little time. When we go to Korea, you find a job if you want. If you don't want work, it's ok. I pay"
She hesitates
"Please baby", I beg
I want her with me. I'll be able to relax on the tour if she's there instead of thinking and worrying about her. I'll perform better if I know she's backstage, watching and waiting for me .And I tell her this, her face softening
She nods, "Yeah Tae ok fine. But, you do not spend a lot of money on me. And I will get a job in Korea. I'm not a moocher"
Moocher? What's that?
"What is moocher?", I ask
"It's a person who just takes people's money, spends it and doesn't work or do anything to help the person who's giving them money"
There is no way I'd ever think she's like that. I know she's not. I know she loves her job and I know she doesn't like just taking things from people
"I know you're not like that baby. Don't worry."
She just nods
"So you come?"
"Yes Tae, I'll come"
Relief floods my body and I pull her to me, her lips on mine
"Time to sleep baby?", I ask after the kiss ends
"Yeah Tae if you're sleepy"
"I am", I nod
"You don't have to go back to the hotel?"
I shake my head
"No, I stay with you. We pack your suitcase in the morning and go to my hotel. I have a show tomorrow"
"Ok baby. Whatever you want"
"You, I want you"
"You have me Tae. Always"
She kisses me again, then lays in my arms, holding me tightly. Playing with her hair, I put my baby to sleep, then I close my eyes
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J POV
"C'mon aegi", Tae says, pulling me behind him, "Don't be uh...nervous"
Of course I'm nervous. I'm meeting his group members. We had to wake up early today because he has to go to sound check and practice for the concert tonight. He asked me to come with him. While I agreed, I'm still nervous. I'm meeting the people who have been his family for the last seven years. What if they think I'm not good enough?
Tae leads me backstage into a room. There are six guys sitting around on their cell phones. Tae starts talking in Korean, making the guys look up. I hear my name in there somewhere
"Hi Joanne", one says to me and I wave, smiling
Tae introduces me to each guy, telling me their real name and stage name. He brings me to a couch where we sit down and I end up sitting next to Jimin on one side
He smiles at me, "You love him?"
I nod and I feel Tae put his arm around my waist
"Yeah a lot"
"Nice but he is a pain in ass", Jimin jokes
I burst out laughing as Tae says, "Hey!"
"Yes big pain and very silly", Jungkook adds
Tae glares at him
"It's ok. I'm a pain in the ass too"
I glance at Tae, smiling and a huge smile bursts on his face
"And anyway he's not a pain."
"Thanks pumpkin"
"Pumpkin? Oh boy he's whipped", Namjoon laughs
"Shush!", Tae growls making me giggle
"It's ok baby", I tell him and kiss his cheek
We stay in the room for awhile while the guys hang out and eat
"Here pumpkin", Tae says, handing me a breakfast sandwich and some juice
"Oh no baby, that's for you guys"
"No Jo, eat it. It's for whoever wants it", Namjoon tells me
"Eat. It's fine", Hoseok says
Tae smiles at me encouragingly and I take the food from him
"Thank you", I say to all of them
Most of them nod, some smile. As I eat Tae is constantly giving me little kisses, little touches and I fucking love it. When we're done eating, Tae tells me that they have to rehearse
"You come baby"
"But your fans"
He shakes his head, "Not yet baby. They come for soundcheck later. Now just us and staff. You can come. Please"
I nod. I want to go with him, see what he does. He takes my hand and leads me down a hallway. The guys are staring out a window and Tae brings me to it. I look outside to see a huge line of people waiting outside
"Is that ARMYS?", I gasp
Tae nods. There are so many people just waiting for them. It's 10 a.m. The concert is at 6. These people are going to be here all day. Just for them. That's amazing
"Wow that's incredible. They love you guys so much"
"Yes. We love them too", Yoongi says
"If not for them, we wouldn't be here", Namjoon replies
I can get that. I think it's so sweet how much they love their ARMYS and everything they do is for them
"Come pumpkin", Tae says, leading me outside to the stage
Tae is handed a green mic and some ear things that he puts in. He takes my hand again and leads me on to the big stage. Music starts and the guys start rapping and singing. Tae leads me down the catwalk while he sings. His voice is so fucking amazing. Both his speaking voice and singing voice is so deep and it turns me on
I move away and watch him during certain songs when they have to dance their choreography. Tae moves gracefully and he's fucking sexy as hell. He's always licking his lips, biting his lip, smirking, acting sexy . And it turns me on so much.
When they finish, Tae comes over to me, "Come Jo. Last song. Then we relax then soundcheck"
"Ok Tae", I answer, taking his hand
We walk to the middle of the stage and he pulls me close to him. He kisses my forehead while the other guys are rapping and singing their part. He smiles at me, then when his part comes, he moves his arm around my shoulder and starts singing
I put my arms around him, looking up at this beautiful man that's mine. When he finishes singing, he smiles down at me, kissing me softly. My heart pounds harder with absolute love I have for him
After the kiss, I hug him, putting my head against his chest. He moves his arm around my waist, keeping me against him. When he sings, I can hear his voice reverberate in his chest. I smile and kiss his chest. I feel him kiss the top of my head when his part is over
When the song ends, he just hugs me while we stand on the stage
"I love you Jo. I'm so happy I found you"
I nod, "I love you Tae and I'm so happy too"
I look up at him and see him moving towards me. I meet him in the middle, our lips meeting in a kiss
Three months later
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J POV
I step out of the plane and into the airport, Tae holding my hand as we walk
"Welcome to Korea", he smiles
I smile back. I'm excited to be here but I'm also so nervous. I don't know Korean that well. I've been practicing Korean more and I'm getting better by talking to Tae. While I can speak it a little, I still can't read it. So I have no idea what's around me, what the signs mean, what the stores are
Tae promises to help me and be with me but I also know he always has a packed schedule. I saw that from spending three months with him and BTS while they were on tour
Constant travelling, constant practicing and concerts. Tae was always tired and I did whatever I could to help him. I'd give him massages, lay with him, hold him, play with his hair. Whatever he wanted, I did
He of course wanted to have sex all the time and of course I wanted to too. I love him and he's sexy as fuck, no way I'm going to say no. And he wants me. He loves me. That still blows my mind
After the tour was over, he came back to New York with me and helped me pack up my apartment. Like he told me, he paid for everything- boxes, tape, shipping costs, even though I yelled at him for it. He'd just smile and kiss me. He's the sweetest thing ever. After everything was sent here, he got on a plane with me and here we are
"You ok pumpkin?", he asks
I nod, "Yeah Tae. I'm good"
"Ok. I call BigHit to get us and we go to our apartment"
"Our apartment", I repeat, smiling at him
He told me he got an apartment last year when the rest of the BTS members were buying apartments but he still lives in the dorm with them. But now that he has me, he wants to live with me. Tomorrow we're going to the dorm to start moving Tae's stuff too
The guys are really nice and they understand that Tae would want to move in with me. They're ok with it. I'm glad. Even though Tae is my soulmate, I don't want to get in the way of his friendships. But everything is going great
"Pumpkin! Car is outside"
He leads me out of the airport right into a car
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"No way Tae!", I gasp as he opens the door to the apartment
The apartment is huge. Well what I've seen so far. Which is the huge living room. With the flat screen tv, game systems, couches and table
"What? Is it not good?", he asks confused
I turn to him
"What? Are you kidding me? I love it", I exclaim, hugging him so tightly, "Thank you baby"
"No thank aegi. I love you. Everything is for you"
"I love you Tae"
Standing on my toes, I press my lips to his. He wraps his arms around me, kissing me back
"Come baby. I show you apartment"
Tae leads me around, showing me the large kitchen, dining room, and bathroom. There's five bedrooms- Tae said one is for me for my books, one is for his art studio he wants to set and the other is for a baby.
"Baby?", I ask laughing
"Uh yes. No now. Baby later. After marry. Few years", he answers, turning red
We're planning to have our wedding for next November and Tae is already thinking and planning things. He's already going all out. It's adorable. I'm glad I found someone who wants to get married and have kids
"Ok Tae. Babies later", I nod
"Babies?", he asks
I nod. I know he wants lot of kids. That's general info on BTS' V. I'm not opposed to it. I like kids and I always wanted my own
"Yeah Tae. Babies. We're having more than one right?"
"I...I want more but I don't know if you-"
"I do Tae. With you, I do"
The smile that bursts on his face is so beautiful. He takes my hand again and leads me into the last room
"Our room", he says
I move into the room looking around. There's a huge bed, dressers, tv, huge walk in closet and a door that leads to a huge bathroom
"Wow Tae"
"You like?", he asks
I look at him, "I love, baby"
He comes over to me, pulling me into his arms. Laying my head on his chest, I just stand with him with our arms around each other, in our room
"Are you tired? It late. You didn't sleep much on the plane"
I didn't. I can't sleep on planes. It's so uncomfortable
"Yeah ok. Are you going to stay with me?"
I want him to but I'm not going to force him
"Of course. I'll always stay with you", he tells me
I kiss his cheek and then we both change. I get into the bed and wait for him to come. As soon as he gets in, he automatically comes closer to me, wrapping me up in his arms
Snuggling into each other, I give him a kiss and tell him, "I love you Tae"
"I love you Jo", he answers, kissing my forehead
I close my eyes, laying in Tae's arms
I'm happy I'm in Korea with him. It's a huge move but as long as I have him I'll be ok and we'll get through anything together
I finally found my soulmate and I get my happily ever after with the best guy I could ask for
#kim taehyung fanfic#taehyung fanfic#bts taehyung fanfic#bts v fanfic#v fanfic#bts fanfic#bts smut#tae smut#kim taehyung smut#bts taehyung smut#taehyung smut#bts v smut#v smut
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this dialogue is interesting....
now that we're finished (most likely) with kunigami's time in NEL, its got me thinking about the purpose of his character and honestly..
it makes sense why his arc hasnt happened yet.
it feels like this is something theyre trying to build up, and i feel like kunigami's story with the wc will tie in with the meta of both blue lock and its ideology. after all, his existence in itself was now and then a direct contradiction to it. i can even see further depth on ego's character, his ideals, and his backstory being built from it.
ive seen people criticize kaneshiro for the writing of kunigami thus far and while i understand them to an extent, its not like kaneshiro abandoned kunigami completely. he's left hints and pieces for what his arc may entail to: lines that seem off, moments where the old kunigami shines through, panels that raise questions. all while kunigami disappears into the background, always overshadowed by the other characters whose egos are being put on full display. who have had their 'protagonist' moment. meanwhile, kunigami is being told to put his away. to 'abandon' his ego.
and yet, there are moments where it feels like kunigami is trying to fight that. when he tries to make a goal on his own, tries to steal the ball, after being gone for chapters on end. like the story is trying to sideline him, but kunigami keeps pushing his way to the front.
its not that his arc has been neglected; it just that it hasn't happened yet. or rather.. this neglect is part of his arc.
i have a feeling that when kunigami finally gets the focus, its going to be something incredible.
#or i could eat my words who fucking knows at this point#blue lock#bllk#bllk manga#but i do wholeheartedly stand by this kaneshiro would not do all this if it werent for some big pay-off#yet some people are really expecting his arc conclude during NEL when this is literally a training/set-up arc#and serves as a bridge to the u20 world cup like of course we're not gonna fix kunigami this soon--just be patient damn#i do agree though that we shouldve gotten just a LITTLE more than what we got.. just to drive home this idea.. but i digress..
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a quick reminder to everyone
I have SEVERE LEARNING DISABILITIES
I am literally disabled because of my learning disabilities, I have faced literal descrimnation because of it.
everytime you call us retarded or a retard you are ACTIVLY upholding the systems in which I am trapped in.
I take more offence in being called a retard than anything due to the literal DECADES of systematic abuse and descrimnation from the medical system, every single government resource, and almost all school alternatives.
fuck you greatly if you use these words against us, I have to live in a country where they hate people like me and would rather us dead than to do literally anything to help people like us.
call us what you will, but I will never call anyone retarded because itâs a basic decency reserved for everyone.
Iâm a very happy retard, fuck your ableism!
I will happily live and love and learn even if THE LITERAL GOVERNMENT doesnât want me too.
(yeah being a mid supports autistic with other learning disabilities and disabilities in general that made me unable to attend a school just means I deserve to die. 100% legit I deal with this literally all the time always fuck the Australian government)
so again fuck you all greatly, for using a literal slur against me one that has been used against me since I was a baby.
fuck you all, genuinely.
did I forfeit my rights to be treated as a human being the moment I had a bit of trouble learning things? Because if I did Iâd like to break someoneâs teeth with a brick.
Edit: the language and lines between what the fuck developmental disabilities and intellectual disability are is confusing as fuck.
I have gotten very confused between the 2 because they are grouped together half the time.
My apologies to everyone for being utterly confused where I fall because it is extremely confusing to figure out, and internationally it varies wildly according to my brief reading.
I did not mean to be mean or anything I just was genuinely going off what Iâve been told most my life lol.
Shout out to my developmentally disabled brethren you are loved
#-pop#activism stuff#disability#Learning disabilities#learning disability#dyslexia#anticapitalism stuff#anarchism stuff#mental health stuff#dysgraphia#adhd#autism#Iâm actually somewhat on the intellectually disabled spectrum lol. Not that itâs changed my tune (I got other severe devoplmental disorders#I still had to experience insane ableism my entire life and like continue to into my adulthood with no sign of it stopping soon#like genuinely fuck some people. Those are not your words to use#r slur mention#r slur tw#(idk what even counts but man I have so much wrong with me. and like it's not like this shit does not run in my family LOL my bisnonna was-#actually illiterate and had severe learning disabilities lol she was awesome and made a life for herself so again this shit does not stop-#anyone it just sucks because the education system is fucked screw that shit. idk :shrug: I've never actually looked at my medical record-#I actually should because I have a strong feeling I'm diagnosed with some crazy shit that none of my family remembers bc we just have shit-#memory (for my parents it's the trauma ngl. for me it's also the trauma and the ADHD LOL)#so at this point I just have been disabled by fuck do I know there's literally more maladies that run in my family than I can describe. lik#it's not that weird for me specifically to have severe learning disablities and also devoplmental ones it makes sense with what I know.#I was literally a tinny tiny failure to thrive child actually. who could barely eat anything due to severe allergies and more shit!
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omw to play emotional support for my mom disguised as â¨fun family bonding time⨠for the rest of the week <3333 there's something so deeply wrong with me uwu teehee
#and i still havent texted my friend back even tho she texted me a week ago and i told her ill text her back this week when i have the time#and i DO have the time. im just fucked in the head and the prospect of having a conversation with another person where i again#have to pretend im not at the very brink of a serious mental and emotional breakdown. is making me lose my fucking mind#ik she's having a bad time rn and she needs the reassurance and jesus fucking christ i tried i had two long conversations with her#that were allllll about her. only her. not a single word about me. that's fine. this is what people need in such moments right#to just get patted on the head and hugged and told their suffering is real and what happened to them is unfair and just made to feel#that for a moment they're the centre of attention and it is all about them. this is normal. this is why therapy exists.#so i try to give this to her but it is fucking draining. and i NEVER get the same treatment back. like she caught me crying at uni last week#and like yes she'll say some nice things but she'll always find a way to turn the conversation back on the topic of â¨herâ¨#like we started talking about my therapy and i finally got to actually say a word or two about what im dealing with. but then she goes#'yeah im just trying to figure out what's wrong with me when i listen to you haha like i could never cut myself cause it looks ugly.#ofc it doesnt look ugly on you haha but i could never lol'#like thanks haha good to know ill just shut up then and steer the conversation back onto you why dont i. i mean its not like#i spent over an hour a few days back sitting with you and listening to your talk about your childhood and validating you and not saying#a word a single fucking word about myself even tho i was also going through it myself but who cares right. and now im the bad guy again#because im not texting back.#i feel like im finally fucking snapping cause at this point im properly fucking angry. IM having a bad time too. IM going through it too.#I have bad coping skills and had a fucked up childhood and traumas in my life TOO and im allowed to just not be able to handle it#i really wanna break something lol maybe therapy's working after all lmao#oh also this is why i dont eat breakfast. i do it once and then feel guilty and suicidal lol normal behaviour#pojebie mnie zaraz przysiÄgam na boga mam doĹÄ kurwa BASTA
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I wished for a Bioshock movie for Y E A R S
but now that we're finally getting one I don't want it
I do not have faith this is going to be a good adaption, I'm sorry, maybe 10 years ago this could have been a great passion project (especially if Gore Verbinski had been involved like originally planned) but I just know it's going to be an over-actioned, improperly funded (since it's a Netflix production they're absolutely going to either dump too much or not enough money in it then write it off as a failure if it doesn't 'perform' well enough), CGI-laden slop fest that doesn't even acknowledge or properly handle half the themes present in the series.
#Bioshock#Bioshock Movie#bonus points if it only focuses on the first game and doesn't include ANYTHING from the tie-in novel or BS2#they're going to cut Sophia Lamb's role from the plot I just fucking KNOW IT#like she was fucking important! she was the one who actually STARTED the class war! Fontaine literally just took advantage of it!#hell half the problems with BURIAL AT FUCKING SEA could have been fixed if Levine wasn't a shit and hadn't refused to use ANYTHING from BS2#like is BS2 as good as the first? no but it's still fucking better than that shitshow you call Infinite!#and the tie-in novel actually quite skillfully blended both games together to help account for certain plot errors between the two#(a novel that Levine also REFUSED TO READ)#like you could tell it was written by someone who wanted to do the series justice which is more than I can say for most tie-ins#if this movie ends up actually being good I'll fucking eat my words but considering this director's body of work includes#the Will Smith I AM LEGEND and the last three* Hunger Games films#we are not batting 1000 for quality here#I say this as someone who likes the Hunger Games movies#but they are not really the best adaptions of the novels and really downplay a lot of the more horrifying aspects for action scenes#and I fear the same will be true for Bioshock's film as well.#like the Little Sisters alone should elicit nothing short of visceral disgust and pity but I just know they're going to be so boring#they're just going to be like pale girls with glowing eyes instead of proper blood-guzzling corpse-looting parasite hosts calling it now#croak.txt#reblog.wank
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going to a party and length entirely depends on this guy i was cool with but now annoys the fuck out of me
#personal#last time we hung out together he would not let me even get an inch of space whole fucking party#i couldnât talk to anyone couldnât sit down could walk around without him barely a step away and fucking leaning on me and like okay you#havenât seen me for a while so has everyone at this party bc itâs was my first outing since the whole situation dude let me say hi to other#people#like could not talk to anyone else bc he was always just there!!!!!!#and iâm gonna be so honest#i cannot bring myself to care like#heâs being stand offish now after inviting me to the party#bc i was like oh hey donât know if i can stop firestar or for how long bc i work today and tomorrow etc#and now heâs giving one word replies and itâs like dude what do you want me from me#we were work friends i got a different job my dad died and the last time we hung you either ask my best friend to make out#or hang off of me all night to the point i RAN out while you were pissing#like not even oh we flirted or oh situationship or whatever we were literally just work friends i donât know where heâs banking all of this#shit but anyway if heâs clingy or weird or just gives me any shit baby iâm going home#but also excited itâs pink themed so hannibal eat me shirt >:) and also old coworkers AND people from my weed shop#when worlds collide#anyway wonder if itâs one of the workers who flirt with me wednmdmdnfjdnbcncjenfndnfnfnf g fjfnnfnfne#anyway if that one guy asks why iâm like so stand off ish or busy or whatever iâm gonna be honest ish and be dude i have a full time job and#my dad died 3 months ago. i got my own shit to deal with and i can barely care about anyone elseâs stuff#like obviously i care wirh mh family and like. 3 best friends but everyone else im like if u catch me at a good time no worries but#iâm not gonna go out of my way for a lot of things emotionally or literally
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you noticed me âžď¸
{mlb!megumi fushiguro x f!reader}
summary: megumi fushiguro is one of the best players on the major league baseball team, and when you finally spot him on the big screen after practically dozing off at every game you went to with your girl friend? you were absolutely IN LOVE, but IN DENIAL that he could ever like you back⌠but he does, and bad.
warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, NASTY NASTY MEGUMI, oral sex, SMUT, pussy eating in locker rooms HEH, mentions of drinking but like tiny just once, reader is oblivious to the way megumi wants her, DOMINANT AF MEGUMI PHEWW, cursing, flufffff!!, barely any angst, DIRTY TALK, pet names, aged up characters.
word count: 12.1k (IK IM SORRY ITS A CUTE ONE THO)
authors note: you GUYSSSS i love megumi fushiguro i want him so bad and i LOOVEEE this fic!! i worked like a little worker bee for days and i really hope it makes you guys happy :] MWAH!!
want more? you can find my mlb!megumi fushiguro masterlist here!
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megumi fushiguro was the hottest baseball player you had ever seen in your life.
and you didnât even like baseball to begin with, dozing off at every game your girl friend dragged you to because her boyfriend was on the major league teamâ but the one time you decided to open your eyes and pay attention to the big giant screen in front of you?
there he was in all of his emo glory.
number eighteen.
focused, half lidded eyes resembling borderline boredom as he waited for the pitcher to throw, his forehead glistening with sweat, flushed red cheeks, and his jet black hair slightly peeking over his forehead from underneath his baseball cap.
âmy godââ your hand flew and you gripped your girl friends arm tightly, your jaw to the fucking floor as your eyes were gorilla glued to the screen, her quirking a curious eyebrow at you as she matched your frantic nature.
âwhat? what is it? who did you see? whats happââ
you pointed your finger up at the screen, him swinging and hitting a fucking grand slam as he proceeded to get four runs with one hit, the one thing you knew about baseball besides a home run.
âthatâs aâ thatâs a grand slam!â you pointed frantically, probably looking absolutely insane as you stood and screamed your fucking head off.
your girl friend laughed loudly, âyou like fushiguro? megumi fushiguro?â
you jumped up and down, your girlfriend astonished and laughing as this was the first time sheâd ever seen you energetic at a baseball game.
âheâs friends with yuji!â she yelled over the hollering of the crowd. âwe can go to their locker room after and you can say hi! i heard heâs kind of mean thoughââ
âno!â you spun around, eyes wide and terrified. âi already know heâll eat me alive then! iâm a loser, i canât talk to him i donât have game iââ
she rolled her eyes. âyouâll be fineââ
âno i canât!â you shook your head frantically. âplease he looks like the type to love bomb me and then leave me i donât think i can handle thatââ
she snorted. âare you sure?!â
you hesitated for a moment, biting your bottom lip as your eyes trailed back over to the screen, seeing megumi breathing a little heavy from running the field, his hands on his hips as he scanned the arena.
you sighed through your nose. âyeah iâm sure!â
âsuit yourself!â
a year. a year you spent continuing to tag along with your girl friend to their games, staring lovesick and sad at the big screen over megumi, and standing outside far far away from the locker room once they scored another big win and not going in like you used to, waiting for your girl friend to finish up speaking to her boyfriend as you tried your best to avoid the chance of running into megumi.
she finally emerged from the locker rooms one day, a knowing smirk on her face.
âi told yuji.â
you blinked. âtold him what?â
âthat you like fushiguro.â
âno!â you gasped, a hand flying and smacking over your mouth. âplease no im about to experience the biggest heartbreak of my lifeââ
âoh relax!â she grabbed your arm and practically dragged you towards the locker room doors. âheâs not even here megumi already left, but yuji wants to talk to you.â
âwhy?!â you exclaimed. âto let me down easy? to tell me heâs sorry on his behalfââ
your girl friend just about threw you in and went in after you as you stumbled, eyes blown wide as the air became humid and heavy, several of the players lounging about and refreshing themselves as the sound of lockers slamming shut echoed through the spaceâ deep, broad voices laughing filling the room as yuji spotted you, his eyes friendly and polite. ây/n!â
you relaxed and smiled, âhi! you guys played really well today!â
âmegumi also played really well today.â
âoh my godââ you groaned, throwing your head back as you spun around, heading straight for the exit.
âwait wait!â he laughed loudly, jogging up to you. âsorry sorry.â
âwhat do you want with me..â you mumbled.
he gave you a half smile. âi wanted to tell you that megumiâs weird.â
you snorted, âelaborate please.â
yuji threw an arm around your girl friend before continuing.
âyou know we support your feelings and what you wantâŚâ he began.
your eyes narrowed. âwhy are you guys talking to me like youâre my parentsââ
âbutââ yuji cut you off. âiâm just gonna be straight with you. iâve never ever seen megumi interact with anyone, let alone another woman, besides the team.â
âi donât think iâve ever seen him have a proper conversation with anyone on the team besides you actuallyâŚâ your girl friend muttered to yuji.
yuji winced. âyeahâŚâ he turned back to you. âback when megumi and i first got signed, he was really popular and a lot of girls would come up to him after games for his number or just to talk to him.â
âwell obviously heâs a greek god,â you grumbled. âthis is hurting me man get to the point.â
he sighed. âhe basically scared all of them off. didnât give a single one a chance and was kinda mean... he would either ignore them or straight up just tell them he wasnât interested without them even being able to get a word in.â
you stared blankly.
âi tried to tell him that he needs to be nicer but heâs just not interested.â
you kept staring.
âthatâs why iâm telling you this because we donât want you to get hurt and i feel like if you try and talk to him heâs gonna be a dick and it mightâŚâ yuji looked at you sadly. âit might be a lost cause.â
you blinked.
ây/n?â
âthatâs fine!â you squeaked, hands tight at your sides. âa part of me already knew. i read about it in an article, and iâve seen his interviews.â
your girl friend looked at you with concern filled eyes. âare you okay?â
âyeah!â you waved them off. âwhy wouldnât i be?â
âbecause your eyes are red.â
âppffttt!â you blew out. âiâm fine! seriously. i never intended to talk to him anyways, iâm too much of a scaredy cat.â
you extended your arms out and engulfed the both of them, squeezing tight. âthank you guys for telling me though, i appreciate it.â
ây/nâŚâ yuji trailed off.
âiâm gonna take off though, iâll see you guys later, okay?â you waved and opened the door. âlove you!â
and you scrammed, your heart in a million pieces.
itâs not like you didnât already know. you knew, so why were you sad? why did you feel like you just got ran over by a double decker bus? why did you pathetically feel so sad?
this was the reality. you never stood a chance.
so why were you crying?
you continued walking down the hall and towards the main exit, utterly embarrassed at your sobbing and trying your best to hide it as you navigated through several groups of people, your vision entirely blurry as you were basically drowning in your tears.
you had barely escaped the crowd when you spotted a little secluded area in the lobby, trudging over pathetically and plopping down on the coushy seat as you wiped your cheeks, staring at the wall in front of youâ a huge glass casing proudly decorated with the teams trophies and awards, gigantic portraits of the players on the team adorning the walls with megumiâs serious beautiful framed face right in front of you just making you feel worse.
you already knew, but regardless of megumiâs stand off ish personality, you liked it. you had curiously browsed his interviews and quotes in articles, and you always laughed at his responses, him almost every time offending the staff without even trying or knowing, and you found it so so funny, it only making you admire him and want to get to know him even more, even if it was just a friendship.
megumi fushiguro was one of the best players on the team in history, and as you closed your eyes, silent pathetic tears still slipping down your cheeks?
he never felt so out of reach.
âhere.â
your eyes opened, but you literally could not see jack shit as your tears were still blurring your line of sight, you completely and utterly mortified that a stranger caught you sobbing as you wiped your face quickly in response.
âput on my sunglasses if you donât want people to see you crying.â
the voice was gruff and lazy, but you could not care less as you took the sunglasses and settled them over your eyes, the lenses so freaking dark that you couldnât see a single thingâ your sight worse than before.
but it relieved you, as you figured no one could see your bloodshot eyes and therefore thankfully not notice you losing your mind over something so stupid.
âthank you,â you mumbled. âsorry.â
âfor what.â
you felt the plush of the bench shift next to you, figuring that the stranger man sat beside you as you refused to look in their direction out of embarrassment.
not that you could even see in the first place.
âfor looking like a loser.â
the stranger man snorted. âsâfine.â
you wiped your nose with your sleeve, sniffling.
âhow do you see in these?â you muttered softly. âtheyâre making me claustrophobic i canât see a thing.â
âthatâs the point,â he hums.
âhow come?â
âi get migraines everyday. they help.â
âoh i see.â you responded softly. âhave you ever run into a wall because of them?â
you hear him huff out through his nose. âi did once, when i first got them.â
you giggled gently. âdid you bleed?â
âno,â he spoke calmly. âi got a bump on my forehead.â
you snickered, âwhat? loserrr.â
you stood up and carefully tried to walk around a little, testing out how to guide yourself through the dark lenses and trying to be careful and not bump into a wall (which was literally impossible), your hands out, feeling around.
âjesus christ iâm just kidding now i feel bad. i think im gonna bump myself into a wall too so we can call it even.â
you couldnât see, but the stranger manâs lips twitched at your comment.
âdonât do that.â he murmured. âsit back down.â
you listened and started making your way over, feeling him reach out and wrap his fingers around your wrist carefully and guide you to the bench, you plopping down on it once you felt it.
âthank you!â you responded sweetly. ââŚiâm actually glad i canât see a thing right now.â you perked up, pushing the sunglasses back up over the bridge of your nose.
âwhy is that.â
âso i donât have to look at megumi fushiguroâs big portrait in front of my face.â
the stranger man stopped.
ââŚwhy?â
âbecause he indirectly broke my heart.â
you heard a little audible laugh, and you smiled to yourself.
at least someone is having fun right now.
âhow did he indirectly break your heart?â
âmy girl friendâs boyfriend is yuji itadori. she spilled the beans against my will about how i have a crush on him, and yuji told me that heâs mean and heâll basically bite my head off and tell me to scram.â
âdid he?â
âuh huh,â you nodded. âthey were trying to let me down easy, but itâs not like i was gonna try and talk to him anyways. iâve gone a year without saying anything i can go on and on and on.â
the stranger man hummed.
âheâs so cool thoughâŚâ you murmured, dazed. âheâs gonna be a hard one to forget about.â
âwhy do you like him?â
âi feel like im being interrogated,â you giggled.
you felt the stranger man lean back against the wall. âsorry, just curious.â
you copied him and crossed your arms, âmmm⌠because heâs really good at what he does. i admire that most of all.â
you tilted your head. âeveryone berates him for being mean but i like that heâs supposedly mean for some reasonâŚ. heâs just serious about his profession and he doesnât want to waste time. heâs also the hottest man iâve ever seen so that definitely helps.â
the stranger man laughed a little.
âi donât know,â you sighed sadly. âmaybe iâm just demented. i am demented.â
âif yuji itadori told you the exact opposite about him, would that have encouraged you to go up to him?â
you sat in thought for a moment, but ultimately shook your head. âno. itâs too embarrassing for me and iâm also a big fat wuss soâŚâ
you slid your fingers underneath the lenses and rubbed your stinging sore eyes. âmaybe in the next life if iâm lucky, ill be reincarnated as a cool baseball man too and i wonât have to deal with this shit.â
âcool baseball man.â he repeated, tone seemingly amused.
âyup.â
the stranger man sighed. âis this why i found you crying?â
âmaayybeee?â you dragged out shyly, your cheeks flushing.
it was silent for a moment, your vision completely black but his on your rosy cheeks, oddly staring that if you could see right now, youâd probably call him a creep.
âiâm sorry i made you cry.â
you jumped back.
âno not you!â you huffed. âhave you not been paying attention? catch up manââ
you felt a shadow reach up and tug the sunglasses slightly away from your face, your eyes constricting against the bright lights of the hall as they tried to adjust.
and when they did?
megumi fushiguro was sitting right next to you, a tiny smile on his face dressed in all black with his teams baseball cap on.
your eyes widened dramatically and you slapped both hands over your mouth, beyond horrified as everything you had thought you were telling a stranger about him, you were telling him directly, your brain short circuiting and your body heating up like a fucking hot flash.
âoh my god iâm so sorry!â your voice was muffled, you shaking your head in absolute denial.
you immediately sprung up and grabbed your purse, slowly backing up further and further away from him.
his smile widened.
oh my god.
megumi fushiguro was smiling, a sight youâve never ever seen during his games, practices, interviews, articles, or magazines as your cheeks increased in shadeâ wanting to mentally take a picture and remember forever as you knew youâd probably never see him smile like that again.
but he was smiling.
âpretend i donât exist!â you stammered, âpretend this never happened iâm sorry this is so embarrassing keep winning your games okay and iâll keep being an idiot far far away from youââ
âwhere are you going?â he chuckled lowly.
ââyouâll never see me again iâm going home and iâm going on lockdownââ
he laughed through his nose, his lips in an amused smile.
âyou donât have to do that.â
âyes i doââ
âyou donât have to forget me either.â
âthat i definitely doââ
you were halfway out of the main entrance doors.
âhold on y/nââ
megumi stood, his long legs walking over to you and you froze.
y/n?
you slowly turned around, your face pale and afraid.
âhow do you know my name?â you asked softly.
âyour best friend is dating yuji, is she not.â
you nodded, eyes blank.
âiâve been seeing you inside the locker room after our games for like⌠two years.â megumi mumbled.
oh.
oh thatâs right.
you didnât actually notice megumi until last year, when you decided to finally open your eyes for once during a game and thatâs how you spotted him for the first time on the big screen in front of you, in all of his gorgeous handsome entity.
âoh.â
he raised a hand and pressed his index finger to your forehead, nudging you softly.
âdummy.â
âs-sorry..â you gave him a wobbly bashful smile, your cheeks pinky as you rubbed your red eyes.
his eyes slightly softened and he shook his head. âsâfine.â
megumi continued to stare at you, a stone cold face that always seemed to scare off the teams entire fan base, but only made you feel numb and giddy all over every single time.
you smiled wider then, and megumiâs lips twitched.
cute.
âiâmâ iâm gonna go now.â
âdo you have a ride home?â
you stopped. âno i was just gonna call an uberââ
he shook his head and walked past you, his shoulder brushing gently with yours with his hands stuffed in his pockets as you turned and stared at him.
he paused and looked over his shoulder.
âyou coming?â
your eyes widened. âcoming? wâwhere?â
he rolled his eyes. âiâm taking you home.â
âno!â you shot your hands out. âitâs okay! really! thank you thank you i appreciate it butââ
he stared lazily.
âcome.â
you pressed your lips into a thin line and tipped your head down, taking tiny painful steps as you followed after him to the parking lot.
megumi led you from the public parking area to a secluded section around the back of the arena, one you assumed was for players and crew members only as you nervously gnawed on your bottom lip, feeling absolutely sick.
you both continued to walk down until you arrived to a private parking garage, megumi slipping out his keys from the pocket of his hoodie as you approached a shiny black luxurious car sitting neatly in a spot.
his car was really fucking nice, and you figured so being as he was one of the most popular players and probably had more than enough money in the bankâ your fingers trembling as you gripped the passenger side door, settling yourself inside his plush cool leather seats and all black interior.
megumi pressed the âstartâ button and his engine roared to life, the motor echoing through the structure as you clumsily tried to put on your seatbelt, your cheeks growing pinker with each passing second that you just couldnât get the stupid damn thing toâ clickâ
he reached over across the console and took the seatbelt from you, pulling it over your body and clicking it secure without a word.
âthank you.â you said softly, eyes trained to your lap.
megumi gave you a small nod and backed out of his parking space, driving around a couple of rows before making his way out with the night air softly breezing through your hair as he drove, his dash illuminated with blue lines that ran smoothly across.
âcan you put your address inââ
âoh yeah!â you jumped. âsorryââ
you reached over and tapped in your address on his big touch screen, watching the way the gps registered the location and gave him the estimated time of arrival.
forty fucking minutes.
âmegumi..â
his eyes looked over at you for a second before turning back to the road.
âhm?â
âi live kinda far from here and i donât want you to drive the opposite way from where you live.â
you leaned a little, eyebrows pinched. âi can take an uber seriously, this is too much trouble iââ
âyouâre already in my car.â he deadpanned.
âiâll jump out.â
he pursed his lips, trying to suppress a smile.
âi have child lock on.â
âchild lock?!â you gawked. âis this what you think of me?â
âyouâre a little helpless⌠and youâre a crybaby.â he mumbled. âchild lock stays on.â
you giggled after, your eyes shining and filled with mushy feelings for him as you nodded. âyouâre probably right.â
he looked over at you then, and he smiled, softly.
âwhat do you do?â
you fidgeted. âhâhuh?â
âdo you umâŚâ he ran his thumb over the top of his gear shift. âdo you work? do you go to school?â
heâs asking you?
âi go to school!â you responded shyly but kind. âi go to a college thatâs about fifteen minutes from your stadium. i usually go and meet up with my best friend after class if thereâs a game.â
he hummed. âare you a big baseball person?â
you grimaced.
do you lie? do you tell the truth? do you roll down his window and attempt to jump out of the car that way?
you played with a strand of your hair. âiâ i umââ
he raised an eyebrow.
âiâ donât?â
he cocked his head. âyou donât?â
you shook your head no, completely ashamed of who you are as a person as you covered your eyes.
âi knoww i suuucckkk,â you whined. âthe only things i know about baseball are home runs and grand slamsâ which you did!â
you pointed at him excitedly. âlast year! i remember you hit a grand slam! i got so excited that for once i knew what the fuck was going on and why everyone was going crazyâŚâ
you fiddled with your fingers nervously, your eyes trained to the road. âi felt so included.â
he chuckled, and unexpectedly, reached over and gently ruffled your hair.
you then stared at him as he did so, doe eyes wide and cheeks pink.
megumi was truly just beautifulâ his smooth face that didnât have a single blemish on his skin shining under the moonlight, his black spiky hair peeking from under his cap that you had no doubt in your mind was soft and velvety.
you hated that youâd probably do anything for that man.
âiâm sorry i made you cry,â he repeated, you recognizing his words from before.
your eyebrows furrowed.
he was still thinking about that?
you shook your head furiously, âyou didnât! i swear itâs okay. iâm just crazy.â
he huffed out a laugh.
megumi thought you were odd, but in a good way. he thought everything you did was a little funny, as you were jumpy and clumsy and a crybaby and helpless, but he also took note of how polite you were. he noticed how considerate you were of him even though you were really upset, and you were kind of sweet⌠really sweet actually, your personality something that was totally different from the usual girls that came up to him.
well, the usual girls that used to come up to him back when he first started.
megumi pulled into your driveway and shifted the gear into park, the doors automatically unlocking.
you opened the door and stepped out before leaning down and peeking your head in.
âthank you for the ride!â you said sweetly, a cute smile on your face. âiâm sorry you had to listen to my confession against your will.â
he shook his head. âitâs alright.â
you went in to close the door.
ây/n.â
you leaned back down, âyeah?â
âare you gonna stop coming to our games?â
you gnawed at the inside of your cheek, your eyes darting around the interior of his car nervously.
âiâ i donât think so.â
âgood.â
megumi watched you close his door and walk back a bit, him shifting his gear into reverse as the corners of his lips turned a tiny bit upwards.
âiâll see you then.â
as you watched him pull out and drive away, his engine roaring down the street, you could not stop or simmer down the way your heart raced against your chest, so much so that you were afraid it was going to burst through your chest and literally kill you.
the next time you went to a game, you hadnât told your close girl friend yet as she led you through the crowd and down to the v.i.p. lower level seats like always, a kind courtesy of yujiâs that he did whenever he could.
as you watched, you embarrassingly spotted megumi almost the minute you arrived, stars and hearts in your eyes as you watched him do his thing and work magic through the field with his absolutely insane batting, strong and purposeful as he barked orders or observed the opposing team for leads.
once his and the opposing team switched sides, megumi looked up as he jogged, his eyes seemingly scanning the v.i.p. front sections until he spotted you.
he raised a hand and gave you a little wave, and your eyes widened as you timidly, hesitantly, gave him one in returnâ your cheeks turning pink.
âwho are you waving at?â
your girl friend pressed a cheek against yours and looked.
âwho is- fushiguro?!â
you looked at her sheepishly.
as you recounted the story to her, her eyes bulging out of her sockets and screaming her head off every two seconds, her head snapped to the field.
âi have to tell yujiââ
âno!â you gripped her shoulders. âitâs literally nothing! he drove me home and he probably just feels bad for me.â
âmegumi isnât the type to make a crying girl feel better or drive her home.â
âitâs because he knows that we know yuji.â
âmm i donât think so..â she scowled, crossing her arms in eventual defeat as she stared straight ahead.
thatâs how it went for about a month.
you would come to their games, megumi would wave at you from the field or you would catch his attention and wave at him, and you would briefly speak to him casually just after his games, your conversations with him usually lasting no more than three minutes as he was often pulled by his coach or a crew member.
but even though the conversations were short, they were really nice, and the both of you never seemed to notice the people around you wanting his attention until he physically had to get pulled away.
but you still refused to go inside the locker room, knowing that was surely the place where you had to talk to him for longer than three minutes. you were too scared, embarrassingly so as you bid your girl friend and yuji goodbye from just outside the door before leaving every time, completely unaware of the way megumi would stare expressionless at you from inside.
when your girl friend invited you to the teamâs yearly banquet, you flat out said no, decision firm and unmoving as she begged you over and over and over again.
âplease please you have to go! you canât avoid megumi forever!â
âwhat is the purpose of me going though?â you sighed, shaking your head with a smile at the sight of her dramatically on her knees over you. âfor you it makes sense because youâre with yuji but whatâs the excuse for me? iâm not anybodyâs plus one.â
âyes you are,â she got back up on her feet and wiggled her eyebrows, âyouâre megumiâs plus one.â
âbye i wish,â you mumbled, plopping down on your bed.
âokay youâre my plus one, or yujiâs! so he has two plus ones!â
she walked over and sat down next to you, resting her head against your shoulder as she sighed. âplease come. you donât have to talk to megumi okay? fine. but just come with me, iâll have a better time if you do.â
you gave her a silly smile and thought for a moment, her sad tone swaying you as you finally gave in.
âonly if you swear you wonât force me to talk to him.â
she nodded eagerly.
âi swear!â
so you stood there, nervous and biting your thumb as you frantically looked around, dressed in a pretty black off the shoulder mermaid style gown with a high slit exposing your legâ fiddling with your styled hair as you waited and waited and waited for your girl friend to come back from the dessert table with yuji.
you hadnât seen megumi yet as you were trying to keep on a look out, because the moment you did see him all dressed up? you were sure you were going to start pathetically bowing for him on your knees in front of all these people and end your social life forever.
finally, she came back and handed you a little pastry, you thanking her kindly and taking a small bite.
âwait no!â she gasped, turning her pastry around. âfuck, i got the wrong one. i meant to get the vanilla one this is coconut.â
âi can get it for you this time.â you smiled kindly, her looking at you gratefully as you patted her shoulder, making your way over to the dessert table.
your eyes lit up like stars at the sight of it, grand and luxurious as any kind of pastry you could ever possibly think of was presentâ neat and gourmet-like, each adorned with elegant toppings as multiple huge chocolate fountain stations ran from the sides.
âhi.â
you jumped and looked to your right, megumi standing there beside you with a bored expression, clad in a polished black button up and slacks, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
you gulped.
âhâhi.â
âi didnât think youâd come.â
he lazily picked up a tiny slice of chocolate mousse cake and looked at it.
âi was dragged by my best friend,â you puffed out a laugh. âshe said i was her and yujiâs plus one or something like that.â
he nodded, biting his cake slice and swallowing.
âyou stopped coming inside the locker rooms.â
you faltered.
he noticed that?
âoh yeah! i justââ you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. âiâve been really busy with school so i study right afterâŚâ
for some reason megumi eyed you carefully, and your cheeks grew pinker the more he blatantly stared at you as you fidgeted.
âare youââ
âfushiguro!â
you both turned your heads to the source, and you spotted an unfamiliar guy, one who you assumed was on the team with them, smiling enthusiastically and throwing a heavy arm around megumiâs shoulder.
âwhoâs this? iâve never seen you talk to anyone besides us!â
megumi only spared him a nonchalant glance before he looked back over at the dessert table.
the unknown man extended a hand out to you, and megumiâs eyes snapped to it.
âhi! iâm takuma!â
you cheerfully took his hand. ây/n!â
âare you megumiâs girlfriend?â
you gawked, guilt and embarrassment already filling your body at the thought of megumi finding that comment uncomfortable and being uncomfortable because of you.
at his own banquet.
ânâno!â you shook your head, eyebrows pinched. âi came with my best friend and yuji.â
takuma unhooked his arm and let it rest beside him. âoh nice! you know yuji as well?â
you nodded, âmhm!â
the rest of the crowd began to take their seats for the awards ceremony segment, and the three of you walked over to your designated table by yuji and your best friend, whoâs eyes widened at the sight of you next to megumi.
you all sat, and takuma pointed to the empty seat next to you.
âis anyone sitting here?â
âoh no!â you smiled politely. âitâs empty you canââ
âtake mine ino.â
megumi pulled out the chair next to you and plopped down on it, scooting up. âitâs closer to the front.â
huh?
âoâoh!â takuma scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. âokay! thanks fushiguro.â
he only nodded in response and stuck his face in his champagne glass, sipping.
and he was right. you watched as takuma navigated through the circular tables before sitting in a seat that was right smack dab in the front.
âthatâs really nice of you megumi!â you chirped. âhe has such a good view now!â
âmhm.â
your best friend smacked a hand to her forehead with a shake of her head, and you looked at her quizzically.
the awards ceremony was the most fun youâve ever had, as you were over the moon for all of the players that were awarded prestigious titles and recognitions, and even more excited for yuji and megumi, the both of them combined taking award after award that by the time the event was done, your table was filled to the brim with frames, medals, and trophies.
your doe eyes glowed over megumiâs earnings, pride and admiration bubbling in your chest as you took in the result of his hard work, feeling like he was the most talented person you ever had the privilege of knowing.
he stared at your enamored look.
âyouâre so cool, gumi..â you gushed, not even noticing the little nickname you gave him.
but he did.
âcool baseball man?â he responded softly, referencing your words from when you first met.
your eyes snapped to his and you gave him the shiniest smile, nodding quickly. âyeah! cool baseball man.â
megumi looked down at his awards, and after a couple of seconds, picked up a shiny gold medal hung on a baby blue striped lanyard, holding it out for you.
âhere.â
your eyes traveled down.
âwhat?â
âfor you.â he pushed the medal forward.
shock crossed your face, and you frantically shook your head, pushing the medal back to him. âno! no megumi thatâs yours you earned itââ
megumi rolled his eyes and held on to the edges of the lanyard, effortlessly setting it over your head and around your neck, the medal clinking and twinkling against your chest.
âi have four others. itâs fine.â
âno butââ
he carded his thumbs underneath your hair and gently slid your hair out from beneath the lanyard, setting it delicately over your bare shoulders.
yuji and your best friends jaws were on the floor, but you didnât notice, too busy ogling over the fact that megumi fushiguro was the kindest person you had ever met, utterly amazed that he selflessly gave you something so precious. you.
your gaze trailed down to the medal, and you softly touched it with the pads of your fingers.
âtâthank you gumiâŚâ
his lips twitched.
you realized then that the music had started and the crowd had already dispersed to celebrate, some dancing in the center while others mingled on the sidelines or hogged the dessert table.
and you spotted your best friend with yuji, the both of them smiling adoringly at each other, laughing and dancingâ something bashfully wished for yourself as you grinned softly at them.
megumi followed your gaze, and he huffed an amused small laugh through his nose.
âthey met at a party didnât they?â
you looked to him and nodded, âuh huh! i was with her. she was so scared to talk to him and i literally had to throw her in.â
he scratched his cheek. âi remember. i was there.â
your jaw dropped. âyou were?!â
he nodded. âand i remember you too.â
you sat there in silence.
how long had megumi been around in your life without you knowing? how didnât you ever freaking notice?
before you could press any further, megumi squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his fingers to his forehead in pain, groaning softly.
you jumped, âare you okay? whatâs wrong?â
he shook his head. âmigraine. the lights are fucking with me a little.â
âoh!â you frantically looked around the table and around him. âwhere are your sunglasses? the dark ones the ones you ran into a wall with!â
megumi snorted and shook his head again, eyes peeking at you a bit. âitâs fine. i left them at home.â
your eyebrows rose, âyou left them?â
he nodded and dropped his hand, sitting up straight and trying to open his eyes fully to seem normal, but his lids only dropped again and his forehead fell to rest against the table.
âiâm sorry,â he mumbled. âjust give me a minute.â
âdonât be sorry gumiâŚâ
you figured the rest of the night was going to be like this, and if megumi stayed, he was going to end up dealing with the dull ache in his head for hours on end and not enjoy his banquet.
but you wanted him to enjoy it. this was his night, and you didnât want him to spend it pissed off and writhing in pain.
âdo you want to leave?â
he turned his head to the side and looked at you.
âwe can umââ you fiddled with the medal around your neck. âwe can go outside? or we can go for ice creamâŚâ
you tilted your head to the side cutely, and you were oblivious to the way megumiâs cheeks went a little pink at the sight.
âill pay though!â you smiled sweetly. âitâs the least i can do for the medal you gave me.â
he gave you an endearing half smile and nodded.
your eyes lit up. âreally?! okay!â wait let me just say bye to my best friend and let her knowââ
you quickly stood and walked over to the dance floor, megumi watching after you before picking up his black blazer and holding it underneath an arm, wondering how the fuck he was gonna pick up all of his awards himself.
ây/n!â your best friend gushed. âyouâve been talking to megumi for hours what the fuck is going onââ
you laughed. ânothing! it was nothing but iâm gonna go get ice cream with him!â
âwhat?!â her and yuji said in unison.
âdid he ask you?â yuji pushed.
âno!â your eyes narrowed. âof course not iâm a big fat loser why would he? i invited him because he has a migraine soââ
your best friend hummed, a smirk on her face. âoh i see... use protection.â
âhuh?!â your jaw dropped. âno! thatâs notââ
ây/n!â
you turned and saw takuma walk over to you, a big smile on his face. âyou enjoying the banquet?â
âoh yes! itâs really great!â you smiled kindly. âthe dessert table is absolutely insane.â
âright?!â takuma stepped closer to you. âthey go all out every year, itâs what everyone looks forward to.â
âi can definitely see why!â
he chuckled and nodded but then turned to you, speaking quieter. âlisten um⌠i was wondering if you were uhâ well if you wanted to dance? with me? yâknow⌠maybe get to know each other better and thenââ
yuji shoved his lips to your best friends ear.
âheâs stealing megumiâs girl.â
âi know!â she whispered harshly. âwhat the fuck do we doââ
âi donât know!â
âwell call megumi overââ
suddenly, a tall broad figure walked in between you and takuma, your vision blocked by his back.
âsorry ino,â megumi stepped to the side a little and placed a hand on the small of your back, ushering you towards the exit. âwe were just leaving.â
yuji and your best friend gave each other a low high five before their eyes darted around, putting on false ignorance.
âsorry!â it was nice meeting you takuma!â you called from over your shoulder before the both of you stepped out of the venue and into the cool night air.
megumiâs car was parked right out front, him unlocking the doors with a button just like he had done the last time, you noticing how all of his awards were set neatly in the back seat.
âoh iâm sorry gumi! did you carry these over by yourself? i was gonna help youââ
you sat yourself on his passenger side seat, the leather creaking with every movement you made.
he shook his head. âi had my publicist team do it. itâs fine.â
âoh okayâŚâ you mumbled, still feeling a little guilty that you didnât help him.
you went to reach for your seatbelt when megumiâs arm flew in front of you and grabbed the strap, pulling it over your frame and clicking it securely before his hands wrapped back around the steering wheel, just like he had done a month prior.
you couldnât make out his expression, as it was blank and stone-like and not a word was coming out of his mouth as he backed out from the parking space, but you smiled at him cutely nonetheless and thanked him.
the nearest ice cream shop was literally down the road from the venue, and the drive took less than three minutes before megumi pulled in and parallel parked on the side of the street.
you both stepped out and walked inside, the shop colorful and vibrant as what looked like twenty different assortments of ice cream were on display, your eyes launching across each flavor excitedly.
âi havenât had ice cream in a fat minuteâŚâ you murmured as you pressed your hands against the glass.
âme neither.â
âwhich flavor do you want megumi?â you asked him sweetly, your eyes still glued to the flavors that it made him chuckle.
âumâŚâ he stepped forward and scanned the different colors. âiâll take whatever you get.â
you looked at him and your eyebrows softened, âare you sure? what if you donât like it?â
the cornerâs of his lips turned upward, the sight making your heart skip a beat.
âitâs okay. i trust you.â
you ended up getting your all time favorite flavor that you never skipâ cake batter, one that tastes different depending on whoâs palette it is, and something you anxiously thought over as you gnawed on your bottom lip and stared, waiting for him to try it as you both sat on a park bench not too far from the shop.
âwhy do you look like youâre about to cry.â he snickered lowly.
your eyes snapped to his and you giggled. âi might if you donât like what i picked out.â you plopped a little spoonful in your mouth, the cold ice cream melting and spreading over your tongue as you swallowed. âcake batter is a hit or miss for different peopleâŚâ
he hummed, âhow come?â
âitâs either too sweet or just nasty.â
âi have a sweet tooth.â
your eyes lit up, âso do i! iâm a big sweets person. i love love desserts and chocolate and ice cream⌠but iâm not the biggest fan of candy.â
âyouâre not?â
âi love candy but not how i love sweets⌠and i wouldnât randomly pick it out like at the store because i wanted to. most likely i would get a cookie.â
megumi liked how much you talked.
âhave you always had a sweet tooth?â he pressed on, looking at his ice cream cup.
you nodded. âhave you?â
ânot really,â he shook his head. âi didnât pick it up until i metââ he stopped. ââŚmy dad.â
met his dad?
megumi spotted your confusion and continued.
âmy actual dad disappeared. dunno where heâs at. all iâve heard is that he had a bad gambling addiction so iâm guessing it had something to do with that.â
your eyes softened.
âgojo is kind of like my dadâŚâ he mumbled. âheâs supported my sister and i financially ever since i was maybe five or six.â
âyou have a sister?â you murmured, eyes big.
he nodded. âi do.â
he scooped a bit of cake batter ice cream up with his spoon and plopped it into his mouth, smiling softly. âgojo gave me a sweet tooth. he canât go a day without it.â
youâd never heard megumi open up so much before, and you felt incredibly lucky and special to be the one to hear about his family and share a precious moment with him over eating ice cream, something you wanted to treat delicately and remember for as long as you lived.
âdo you like it?â you asked softly, gesturing to his cup.
âi love it.â
you beamed, and he took in your cute smile for a minute as you ate some more on your end.
âiâm sorry about your actual dad⌠but iâm glad you and your sister got the support you needed when you were young.â
he nodded.
âdid he encourage you to do baseball? or was it you?â
âhe did initially.â he shook his head. âhe was annoying at first, was a cheerleader at every game and was so loud.â
you giggled.
âbut i grew to like it⌠and thatâs what i wanted to do for a career. if it wasnât for gojoâs funding i wouldnât have been able to.â
you hummed, savoring the ice cream a bit before swallowing. âthatâs really nice, gumi. iâm really happy you got the opportunity to grow your skill out like thatâŚâ you swirled the ice cream around your cup with your spoon. âwhat you have is a solid gift, and i would hate to see it not get the recognition it deserves when youâve worked so hard to make it what it is now.â
you looked at him. âso iâm really, really glad that it does get it.â
megumi stared at you, face blank and a scoop of yet to be eaten ice cream on his spoon, his cheeks growing hot.
âi donât know why you think so highly of me.â he murmured.
everyone thinks heâs rude.
your eyebrows furrowed. âi donât think megumi, i know. youâre not a mean person, youâre honest and serious about the important things in your life. and if the medal around my neck that you gave me selflessly doesnât tell you otherwise? i might have to kill you.â
he laughed, loud, his eyes sparkling. âyou might?â
you bit your lip to refrain yourself from freaking out over his smooth laughter. âi might.â
you subconsciously rubbed your hands over your chilling arms then and megumi eyed it before he put his cup down, reaching next to him for his blazer and opening it up as he gently placed it over your shoulders.
you looked at him like he was the world then, doe eyes big and round and shimmering, and megumi felt like he could do anything with that look as long as it came from youâ a permanent red tint on his cheeks that was entirely your doing.
âthank you..â you mumbled shyly, your eyes glued to your now empty cup of ice cream on the bench as you clutched the sides of his blazer, the smell of him wafting in your nose that made you absolutely weak.
megumi timidly, slowly, reached up and moved a strand of hair from your eyes then, and you looked up.
âprettyâŚâ he murmured, dazed even.
his hand fell and landed gently on your exposed thigh from the slit of your dress, but instead of moving it, he let it stay there, his hand smoothing over your plush soft skin as he was completely entranced by your heavenly face, his body pulling his lips closer to yours as megumiâs breath quickened with absolute need the higher up his hand trailed up your yummy thigh.
you couldnât say a word, he practically didnât let you as his lips pressed delicately and timidly against your plush ones, his mouth moving so slowly and his tongue parting your wet lips for the purpose of devouring more of you, all while his fingertips reached and felt the side straps of your pantiesâ the material alone making him erratic and desperate while his other hand gripped your waist tightly.
your mouths moved faster now, the sounds of wet smacking and lips separating to reconnect with more greed than before muffling your ears as he breathed heavily through his nose, his eyebrows pinched together in pent up everything as he finally had you with him after months of you avoiding him.
and then you pulled away with a wet pop.
âiâiâm sorry!â you covered your mouth. âi didnât mean to kiss you!ââ
what?
megumiâs eyebrows furrowed, both of your chests heaving as his cheeks and lips were blushed red.
he shook his head, âno i kissed youââ
âdonât cover for me gumiii,â your shoulders slumped, your brain so in denial that he could ever like you back that it tricked you into thinking you were the one kissing and all over him. âfuck iâm sorry⌠that was so disrespectful andâ and weird of me and iââ
megumiâs hands slipped away from your body and he shook his head, his eyes dead locked on yours with his eyebrows pinched together. ây/n no youâre not understandingââ
âiâm the biggest creep on the planet man i understand if you donât ever want to speak to me againââ you covered your face and leaned forward.
megumi stared at you astonishingly as he listened to you ramble apologies and dramatic insults for yourself continuously, his shoulders slowly relaxing and his lips turning into a soft knowing smile, your random speech starting to make absolutely no sense at all and his heart aching at the fact of how naive you were.
ây/n.â
you stopped. âwhat.â
he reached over and pulled your hands away from your face. âyouâre helpless, you know that?â
âhelpless and a creep.â
he laughed and shook his head. âstop it.â
he stood and offered his hand out for you.
âitâs getting late, iâm driving you home.â
megumi decided he would properly speak to you about it the next time he saw you⌠except he didnât.
you started avoiding him like the plague again, horrendously horrified about what you believed you had done, thinking that it was better if you stayed away from him and fulfilled your initial task of forgetting him, no matter how much it hurt you.
you didnât want megumi to ever be uncomfortable or experience what you believed he experienced with you. he didnât deserve that. he didnât deserve a pathetic little fan girl that never left him alone and hindered his work on the field, even though you wished so badly you could see him again, as the taste of his lips and mouth never left your fuzzy mind.
you kissed megumi fushiguro.
âoh my god y/n, youâre so stupid.â
âno iâm not! do you really believe megumi could ever like me back? no! absolutely not. i kissed him and i fucked up and thatâs it. iâm staying away from him.â
your best friend ran her fingers through her hair and almost tore a chunk out in frustration. âit sounds like he kissed you! he had his hand on your thighââ
âthat was for stability! he��â
âno it was to feel you up!â
you shook your head side to side with your arms crossed. ânope nope nope nopeââ
ây/nnnn!â
as for megumi, the next game he had he looked for you while on the field like he always did, looking forward to seeing your precious face and giving you a little wave⌠except he couldnât find you. after the game, he went around the stadium and towards the locker room, inside and back out, the parking lot, his parking lotâ
and he couldnât find you.
this went on for a full three weeks of game after game nearly every day him doing the same exact thingâ him getting increasingly more confused and a bit upset at your disappearance, going as far as to staying hours after his games still in his sweaty baseball uniform and cap with hopes that youâll turn up.
except you never did.
and at the end of the third week, he had had enough.
âoh hey megumi!â your best friend greeted him, her hand fixing around yujiâs hair in the locker room after a game.
âhi.â
he stood there and said nothing, and your best friend eyed him skeptically. ââŚyes?â
megumi shifted awkwardly. âhave you um⌠have you seen y/n?â
she sucked in a breath. âuh yeah. i saw her this morning.â
âthis morning?â his eyes narrowed. âis she okay? why hasnât she been coming to our games with you?â
âbecauseââ she stammered. âwell becauseââ
âis it our place to say?â yuji muttered.
âis it our place to know?â she whispered back harshly.
âi donât know!â
âletâs just tell him!â
âbut what if!ââ
megumi rolled his eyes and huffed. ânevermind. please tell her to come tomorrow, i need to talk to her.â
your best friend gulped and nodded, both her and yuji watching the way he walked away and snatched his cap off, throwing it inside his locker and slamming it shut with his foot before picking up his duffel bag and leaving, not even bothering to change out of his dirt covered uniform.
âiâve never seen him so stressed,â yuji commented.
âitâs because he likes her and sheâs being an idiotâŚâ your best friend sighed sadly.
so when she came to you the next day and told you megumi needed to speak to you, she amplified how upset he was to get you to feel bad and feel the urgent need to come to the game tonight, which you of course did.
and you were worried. so so worried and scared that he was finally going to tell you off for kissing him, to tell you that you sucked and that he never ever wanted to see you again in his life and that you were a disgusting human beingâ
but the roar of the crowd pulled you from your thoughts, the team winning once again as many began to pack their things and take their leave. you were completely and utterly shitting yourself, petrified and already heartbroken over the fact that megumi was officially going to cut you off as a friend when you hadnât even had the chance to try and win him over yet.
and the way he played on the field tonight was way more aggressive than normal. he was louder, meaner, and didnât take his eyes away from the ball or his opponents as he nearly got into a fight with another player, yuji and a few others needing to pull megumi apart and set him aside to cool offâ the cameras and reporters having a field day in regards to him.
and that bothered you like nothing else. why the hell were they so excited over him getting angry? to amplify the brand that he upholds as the teams meanest player? as if theyâve never had a bad day a day in their lives? what was the point?
and it was all because of you, you realized.
you made him upset.
you covered your face with your hands and groaned, feeling like you wanted to cry.
ây/nâŚâ your best friend patted your back. âitâll be fine⌠he just needs to talk to you! you donât even know what itâs about.â
âi can take a wild guess.â
she looked at you worriedly before picking up her things. âwhenever youâre ready babe⌠i think heâs in the locker rooms by now.â
she left you there to gather yourself, and you sat there for a couple of more minutes before finally getting up and making your way to the locker rooms.
most of the fans had cleared out by now, and the sun was beginning to set as you passed and squeezed through crew members and news reporters, gnawing at your bottom lip as you turned a corner and spotted the locker room, many of the players already leaving.
just as you had reached your hand up to open the door, a firm voice called out to you.
ây/n.â
you froze, retracting your hand as you turned to look.
megumi stood there at the end of the hall, his baseball uniform still on and his cap dangling from his belt loop, hands in tight fists with his chest rising and falling, an agitated look on his face that you had never seen before.
âhâhi-â
âare you trying to forget me? is that whatâs going on?â
your eyebrows furrowed.
âwhat?â
megumi took stride full steps towards you. âyou finally talk to me, you confess to me, you disappear for a month, i wait for you, you finally show up at the banquet looking like the most beautiful woman iâve ever seen in my fucking lifeââ
he stopped in front of you. âtakuma tries to steal you from me, i get pissed off, i fall for you at the park, i kiss youââ he threw his arms up. âand you disappear again!â
your eyes bulge out of their sockets.
fall?
âyou what?ââ
âso iâm asking you again,â megumi bent his knees to look at you at eye level, his hands coming up to cup your pink cheeks and his face so close to yours you can make out the exact color of his eyes.
âare you trying to forget me? like you said you would?â
you fidgeted.
âiâ i was doing it for youââ
âwhy for me? i never saidââ
the feeling of his big hands on your cheeks was making your heart do backflips and trick shots as your wide doe eyes looked at him.
âbecause when i kissed you i made you uncomfortable and i donât ever want you to be so i thought itâd be best if i left you aloneââ
âokay letâs fix that right now,â his hands tightened slightly around your cheeks and he readjusted his footing, knees still bent. âi kissed you. if anything i should be the one worried if i made you uncomfortable because i put my hand on your thigh like that and for that iâm sorry.â
âno butââ
âyes y/n. i kissed you because youâre polite and youâre sweet and youâre funny, and you donât see me as rude like everybody else does. and even though youâre naive and helpless sometimes, i like that you are. i like you.â
âbut youâre megumi fushiguroâŚâ you squeaked.
âso?â
âand iâm a loser.â
he laughed so cutely and shook his head, his pearly whites fully shining at you so big that it took you back to the first time he smiled in front of you.
âno youâre not you big dummy.â
he let go of your cheeks and placed his palms flat against the brick wall behind you, cornering you in as he let his head hang low, the top of his spiky black hair the only thing in your line of vision.
âi donât know how else i can make you seeâŚâ
he sounded so exhausted, and your heart clenched.
âwas itââ you timidly placed your hands on his shoulders. âwas it actually you that kissed me?â
he nodded, head still hung.
âand do you actually like me? likeâ like more than a friendâŚâ
âway fucking more,â he mumbled.
you bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to contain yourself from screaming.
you couldnât believe it. the megumi fushiguro, number eighteen, the most handsome man youâve ever seen and the kindest one youâve ever met⌠liked you.
âi couldâve sworn i kissed you..â you spoke softly, trailing off.
âyou didnât.â his voice was firm. âi kissed you and i put my hand up your thighâŚâ his forehead lifted to rest on the crook of your neck as he sighed a deep breath.
âi toldâ i told takuma to scram at the banquet because i got jealous that you were talking to him more than me. i saw you crying in the hall that first time we spoke and i recognized you and i went up to you because finallyââ
he picked his head up slowly, eyes serious. âfinally, you noticed me.â
he was so close that your nose brushed gently with his.
âyouâre so dense y/nâŚâ
megumiâs eyes flickered to your lips, âiâve wanted you since the party.â
âthe party?â you murmured.
he nodded. âthe party where your friend first met yuji.â
your breath hitched as you felt his hands slide down the wall and snake over your hips, holding you tightly against him as the shock of his words made your body numb and tingly.
since the party?
it all seemed to click into place then, every single moment megumi tried to get you to look at him, to talk to him, in his own discreet way that you were completely oblivious to. and you were so fucking caught up in this fog of denial, that a person like megumi could never be interested in a person like you, that it made you push him away for the longest time without even giving yourself a chance.
you were so fucking stupid.
your arms slowly wrapped around his broad shoulders, the rough feeling of his baseball uniform underneath your fingertips and arms as you pressed your nose up against his shoulder shyly, feeling so incredibly bad for avoiding megumi for so long.
âiâm sorryâŚâ you mumbled. âiâm sorry i was so oblivious gumi.â
you felt him shake his head from the crook of your neck silently, the vibration of his heart beating rapidly against you making you sweat and melt at the same time.
âdonât be.â
âi justââ you struggled. âi just thought you didnât like me like i liked you and i wanted to respect your spaceâŚâ
âi understand,â he muttered. âbut i donât want you to respect my space anymore.â
you held him tighter.
âandââ your voice was slightly muffled by his shoulder.
âhm?â
âi liked it when you put your hand on my thighâŚâ
megumi stilled, you playing the night he kissed you over and over in your head again like youâve done since it happenedâ the thought making you nervous and timid.
he gripped you tighter.
âdid you?â
you nodded, âmhm.â
megumi without parting from you, slipped a hand under your shirt and soothed his fingers over the bare skin of your torso, your breathing stuttering, his rough hand radiating warmth.
âwhat else do you like.â
you gripped the fabric of his uniform.
âi like⌠i like the way you kissed me. and how you touch me⌠like right now.â
your voice was so so soft, practically a whisper as he seemed to shiver under your words, wanting more.
âwhat else.â
âyou,â you mumbled. âyour body⌠your hair⌠your face⌠your hands⌠the way you talk to people.â
âyou want me?â he murmured breathlessly.
âmore than anything.â
âwhat else do you like?â
you leaned your head back a little and pressed your lips to his ear. âthe way you play ball.â
he hummed, âyou like the way i play baby?â
you nodded, your heart hammering.
he lifted his face from the crook of your neck and shamelessly pressed his lips to your cheek, murmuring.
âyou wanna see what else i can do?â
âwhatâ what else?â
megumiâs face remained pressed against your cheek as he let both of his hands now snake underneath your shirt and upwards, slowly but roughly groping the cup of your tits over your bra, feeling you up as you gasped.
âuh huh..â he pressed an open mouthed wet kiss to your pink fuzzy cheek. ââcause i can do a lot more than just be your cool baseball man.â
he roughly spun you around and pushed you up against the wall, his hands coming back up to your breasts to grope you as he shoved and rubbed his hardened clothed dick against your perky ass, your tiny skirt riding up and revealing your pretty pink panties that made him absolutely feral.
âgumi!â you gasped. âsâsomeone could seeââ
âi donât fucking care.â
megumi buried his nose further into the back of your neck and your hair, him being a little pervert in the most delicious and intoxicating way possible.
he dragged his mouth up against your skin and latched on to the nape of your neck, sucking and biting sloppily against it as he marked you aggressively, no doubt in your mind that a purple bruise would follow soon after as his hands slipped under your bra now, pinching your hard nipples meanly and laughing when you jumped.
you moaned and whined against the wall, your body trembling as you felt your slick arousal slip from your hole and dampen your panties, choked up embarrassment coating your face as he shoved his fingers down your skirt without warning.
âyouâre soaked babyâŚâ he whispered. âand all because i grabbed your tits?â
âmegumiiiâŚâ you whined, and you squeaked as he quickly slipped his fingers in between your pussy lips and pinched your clit.
âgumi,â he corrected. âfix it.â
âgâgumiââ
âgood, pretty baby...â he praised, his dick rock fucking solid against your ass at the way his fingers slipped and slid in between your lower lips without much effort, both of your chests heaving and panting as your brains frazzled erotically.
the sounds of footsteps echoed from the end of the hall and you both immediately froze, a gasp slipping past your lips before megumi quickly covered your mouth with the same hand that was just fingering you.
âshh.â he kissed the back of your head.
if anyone were to walk in and see the sight before themâ megumi with his crotch pressed up against your ass, a hand pushing your top and bra up, squeezing your bare puffy tit and the other covering your mouth?
theyâd drop dead.
without another moment wasted, megumi uncovered your mouth and turned you around, his tongue darting out and licking the patch of wet on your cheek from his fingers before shoving them in his mouth, sucking up your left over juice as he bent down and wrapped his arms around your legs, lifting and throwing you over his shoulder.
megumi was freaky.
your eyes widened as he walked to the double doors of the locker room and kicked it open with his foot, turning around to lock them shut before walking to a corner and setting you down gently on a bench, his palms flat beside you on the smooth wood as he towered over you.
âisâ is everybody gone?â
âlong gone.â he nibbled at your cheek.
âbutâ but what if someone wants to come in?ââ
he pulled away and got down on his knees. âiâll tell them to fuck off.â
you panted as he pressed his hands against your thighs and squeezed, spreading them apart slowly with his eyes trained to your drenched cute pink panties.
he slid his hands underneath your thighs and lifted, bending you and pressing your knees closer to you as your back hit the lockers behind you, your hands gripping the bench for dear life.
âhas anyone ever seen your pussy?â he gruffed, licking his lips.
you shook your head, embarrassed. ânâno.â
âhas any other man touched you the way iâve touched you?â
âmâmaybe in high school?ââ
megumi sunk his teeth into your inner thigh and bit you as you yelped.
âthought you liked me.â
âi do!â you sputtered.
âclearly not if youâre being a little whore and letting other filthy men on you.â
your hole clenched.
âthatâ that was before you!â
he stuck his tongue out and pressed it flat against your pussy covered panties, dragging it slowly and agonizingly up until the tip of his tongue passed and flicked up against your clit, the tip moving around and around your little nub as your thighs shook.
âdoesnât matter.â he let a string of drool fall from the corner of his lips and over your ruined underwear, your eyes fluttering as you felt his warm saliva ooze in between your lips.
âand what about takuma, hm?â
you tried to open your eyes. âtaâtakuma?â
âmhm. he was all over you.â
you hiccuped as he wrapped his fingers around the straps of your panties and pulled them down.
âiââ
âbet he wanted to do to you what iâm doing right nowâŚâ he hummed. âwould you have let him?â
he stuffed his nose into your bare pussy and inhaled deeply, your jaw dropping as you squeezed your eyes shut.
your lack of response caused him to pull away and bite your thigh again, harder.
âwould you?â
ânâno!â you shook your head quickly, strands of your hair lightly grazing your face. âi wouldnâtââ
âso who then?â he licked over his bite mark. âwho would you spread your legs open for like this and let them see what a nasty fucking girl you areâŚâ
âyou gumi!â you hiccuped. âjust youââ
âjust me?â
megumi finally let his tongue slither itself in between your folds, slowly running over your flaps and clit as your hole continued to squelch out your arousal, pooling on the bench beneath you.
âyâyes!â
he slobbered and spit over your pussy like a starved dog, his face glistening like sugary glazed sweets.
âthatâs what i fucking thought,â he hummed. âyou gonna try and forget me again?â
âno!â you shook your head. ânever! i canât!â
he gripped your thighs tighter as he absolutely violated your folds then, wet sloshing and slurpings filling the air as he spat and shook his head side to side rapidly on your clit, you squealing and attempting to snap your thighs shut in response, his strong grip not letting you even if you tried.
âiâi canât!â you cried. âgumi slow please itâs too muchââ
âbe a pretty baby and stop complaining.â he ran his slimy tongue over your pussy entirely before shoving it inside your hole.
you choked and clasped a trembling hand over your mouth, tears of ecstasy spilling from the corners of your eyes as you squeezed them shut.
you whimpered and moaned and cried so pathetically, so cutely in his ears that he grinned as he pumped his tongue in and out of you filthily.
âyouâre so fucking sweetââ he slapped your cunt and you jumped. âgood thing i have a sweet tooth.â
your legs shook violently as you began to see stars, your tight hole clenching and sputtering around nothing as you felt your release approaching.
âgumiââ your hand flew back to the bench and you gripped it. âmâgonna cum! iâmâ iâm gonna make a messââ
megumiâs hand shot up and wrapped around one of your thighs so the tips of his fingers met your clit, his digits proceeding to rub and flick it as you climbed and reached your high, a high pitched scream echoing through the steamy locker room as your pussy leaked your sweet cum on his tongue.
you shuddered and jumped at the way he cleaned up your release and swallowed it, running his tongue soothingly over the bite marks on your thighs before coming back up and wiping his glistening face with his sleeve.
megumi leaned in and pressed a gentle loving kiss to your lips, a complete turn around from the feral beast you had in between your legsâ you kissing him back with just as much feel and affection.
he pulled back and got back up on his feet, you watching him ditzy as he jogged over to his locker and turned the lock until it clicked open, him rummaging inside for a little before he shut it and came back with a fresh pair of gray sweatpants.
âput these on baby,â he murmured.
you nodded sweetly and took them from him, you slipping off your skirt and pulling his sweatpants over as you watched him bend and look over corners.
âwhat are you looking for?â you asked softly.
he perked up then and stuck his hand under a bench, pulling out your wet ruined pink panties and holding them up high like a trophy.
âoh my godââ you covered your mouth in embarrassment. âgive me those!â
ânope.â he shook his head and walked over to his duffel bag on the floor, unzipping it before stuffing your panties inside. âthese are mine now.â
megumi came back up and wrapped his palm underneath your chin, tilting your face up softly before planting a sweet kiss to your swollen lips.
âand so are you.â
and that you were.
you went on many many dates with megumi after that, each and every single one so incredibly lovely and fun, a genuine connection you felt with him and each other that you had never ever felt before in your life, absolutely enamored by the way he gently treated you and made you feel like the only one that mattered in his life.
your best friend was obviously over the moon for you, squealing like a maniac at everything you told her, and always teased megumi about his lovesick face whenever you came to his games or appeared in the locker room to help him change, sort his clothes, or fix his hair.
âmegumiâŚâ she snickered. âyour cheeks are a little red! are you likeâ sick?â
he scowled at her and turned the other way, wiping his sweaty forehead as he watched you bounce down the steps cutely and onto the field after one of his practices, a huge smile on your face that replicated on his.
the minute you jumped into his arms, he peppered your little cheeks with kisses as you giggled and ruffled his spiky hair, asking him how he felt about practice and other things after he set you down.
without anyone noticing, a journalist was on the field, and at the sight of megumi fushiguroâs beaming toothy smile as he watched you run to him, they quickly snapped a photo and published it.
one was a perfect portrait photo of his shining white smile (that later became his signature picture) and the other was a photo of his arms out for you as you ran, the both of them causing an absolute uproar that altered megumiâs image from that day forward.
megumi fushiguro was thought to be the meanest player on the team since the day he got signed.
but when he started taking more pictures with fans, kind of stopped offending the people around him, signed more autographs, and smiled occasionally at the paparazziâ all while your pretty self stood right next to him?
megumi fushiguro was sometimes the meanest player on the team.
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Paris Valerian but i redesign his dragon form for funsies based on how i see him=. Not sure if I like this design bc im not a fan of bulkier looking dragons but for Paris I think this works??
Some headcanons about this design:
has a bit of a bull-like look bc I associate bulls with persistence and madness and idk that fits Paris well so if Fian has a âfoxâ motif Paris gets a âbullâ one for his dragon formÂ
His design is based a lot on how a stereotypically evil dragon would look???? Because imo OG!Paris reads as a massive antagonist and I think giving him a look that fits that vibe in his dragon form works!! Especially because he still is an antagonist in a way (though god does he not read that way lmao)
heâs stronger in his dragon form than Fian is and he uses this to his advantage to bully Fian around whenever they playfight as dragons. That said, it seems Paris is surprisingly gentle towards Fian in this form and never hurts him.
he uses this form to intimidate people into getting what he wants. Heâs not used to getting retaliated against while in this form and quickly respects anyone who does so (read: Fian, Lyla and Helene)
the silver scales on his body can glow in the same way his eyes do. Typically, he keeps them dull-colored (see above) but if he feels a strong emotion of any sorts theyâll glow brightly without him meaning to (noticeably: they glow constantly whenever Helene is around for obvious reasons~).
#it hurts to see the person you like cry. but you wouldn't understand-#that Paris#TME#TME art#Paris being weak for Fian is so canon it's literally joked about more than once that they're unnaturally close to each other#i wish the manhwa/LN would elucidate more on the instinctive (and clearly qpt) bond dragons share with each other#and why that bond was overridden in the original story by each dragon's obsession with Helene when they'd yet to imprint on her#man i still remember reading about how Paris felt utterly alone once he awakened as a dragon and Fian coming into his life made him so happ#i still get teary over that passage in particular ahgjgjfgjjh that part of Paris's backstory hits where it hurts lmao#i also really wish the manhwa had included that about Paris because it really fleshed him out knowing that it wasn't that he bonded w/ Fian#that changed him but that he finally FINALLY had someone else who could understand him that made him happier in life and chill TF out#if you pair info given about Paris in the light novel with what's given about his manhwa self he's an amazingly well done character#like ive literally gone from thinking him cringe + unlikable to being deeply invested in and sympathetic to his character#also fun fact i find the idea of Paris and Fian playfighting as dragons really fucking cute#it's not in any way canon (well it kind of is actually lol) but i like hc'ing that awakened dragons need to spend social time together in-#their dragon forms doing shit like playfighting or resting together in order to live happier lives#and unfortunately this kind of qpt relationship is not understood by humans/mermaids/mages hence why Paris went absolutely mad pre-Fian bc#no one around him was capable of understanding the desperation he felt to fill the void in his heart and unfortunately he turned to Helene-#to fill that void to the point he went insane over her to the point he tried to completely monopolize her as a means to salvage himself#(which understandably pisses Helene off in the og timeline to the point it's no wonder she rejects him lmao)#and now that in Lyla's timeline Paris has gotten someone in his life who understands him and fills the void in his heart#he's more than capable of empathizing with Helene and seeing her as a person he wants to genuinely learn more about even if he can't quite-#shake his obsessive tendencies towards her#(which is really really REALLY fun to watch and i hope to see more development from his character)#(because i really do want him to reflect on Fian's words of when it comes to Helene)#(not that I think Helene would ever cry in front of him bc of him but she might do so because of Lyla)#(and god do i wanna see Paris eat his words about finding Fian's romantic-ness corny lmao)#yes i very much can write a whole-ass essay of a character study on Paris he's wildly fascinating#and he's so NOT my type which makes it even funnier that im as fixated on him as i am right now
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need bnha town to change the criteria of the hero billboard chart so it doesn't feel like a popularity contest
#idk how to word it but you know how in the entrance exams deku got rescue points#how to word rhe thoughts ive been feeling for a while#years#ever since the bb chart csme out probably#cuz rhen we get endeavor types#which#i could go into that i wont but it's better to focus less on 1 person at the top and go into the groupvteam work kinda thing#which is ofc what the series has mentioned many times but#putting that ahead of like wHoS thE MoSt POopulAr#which ik top 10 are very strong but#im rambling stoppppp i need to eat my blue takis and doodle my head hurts so bad#my ps4 was havung a disc eject error and i was struggling tocfind a fckng screw driver that fit cuz mine is broken but i got a hex key#when icremoved rhe glossy part to get to the hard drive i was a little too agfressive and a 2mm pirce of plastic broke rippp#it was smth near the power button#this thing is so old like 10 years#i think it's the og ones#my sister Needed to watch a barbie movie which is how i found iut the eject thing was fucked up#anyways all good now :)#this has nothing to do w anything im just a yapper#scarlett.txt#brain fog hitting me hard rn fok
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Wolverine x f!reader
5 DAYS IN HEAVEN
Summary: Since Wade is going away on a mission, he asks you to take care of his roommate. At first you will refuse, but in the end you will be so freaking grateful.
Warnings: MDNI 18+, age gap, strong language, masturbation, breast play, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected sex (p i v), little blood, reader is smaller than Logan
A/n: This is so freaking long I'm so terribly sorry I got really into it, so I am sorry if there will be some grammar mistakes or some parts that won't make sense, I'm not a native English speaker, anyways enjoy <3
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"Fuck no Wade!" you shut your eyes as you frustrated shouted. "Please I need this!" he kept trying to convince you, reaching for your hands but you flinched. "I'm not going to make you a fucking housewife, have you lost your mind?" you asked, beginning to doubt about men's IQ at this point. âNot for me but for Loganâ he corrected you as if that made a difference. âIt's literally the sameâ you turned your back as you walked into the kitchen, Wade following you like a dog on a leash. "Please, I'll do anything!"
You stopped for a second. You've never heard Wade so desperate and you've known him for five years and as a neighbor, you know his behavior very well, this is not like him at all.
"Why do you care about him so much?" you asked, leaning against the fridge with your hands tied across your chest. "He's my bestfriend! I love him-" "Okay now it's getting weird" you turned around again as you poured some water into a clean glass.
"Please I can't lose him because he starved, I need my fuckbuddy-" you almost choked as you heard Wade's words while drinking. Never drink while Wade is talking, noted. "And why can't you just take him with you?" you turn around and furrow your eyebrows. "It's not that easy pumpkin" you rolled your eyes but didn't give up to find some other way.
"So he would order fast food, what's the matter?" "Do I look like I have enough money to feed a giant who eats like a beast?" you sigh in annoyance as you slowly realize that there probably isn't other way to solve this. "Wade, I can't cook for him-" "Why not? You're the best cook I know! Please, just for five days, no more!"
When you saw his beggar eyes, you had no choice. You sigh loudly and close your eyes as your head drops. "Fine." You growl and immediately regretted your decision as Wade grabbed you and spun you around at breakneck speed. "Jesus alright stop I'm gonna throw up!" Wade placed you back on the floor and you struggled to keep your balance. But when your vision was no longer blurry, Wadeâs excited face warmed your heart. "Thank you so much! I owe you I swear!"
He gave you one last kiss on the cheek before he left your apartment. You could hear him excitedly screaming in the hallway, even on his way to his apartment. You chuckle and shake your head, he is really a child stuck in a 30 year old body.
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You don't really know Logan. You know that he moved in with Wade and they started living together, but you never found out why. Besides, you didn't even have much interaction with him, mainly because of his expression.
He still looks angry and sour, whenever you see him in the hall, you try to avoid him, because his stern expression sent you dread and goosebumps all over your body. Unlike Wade, he didn't look like a friendly neighbor who comes to visit you when he needs sugar or flour.
Rather, he looked exactly like the neighbor who just complains about you every chance he gets. You were a little afraid of the deal, going to cook for him and who knows what will happen if he doesn't like it. What if he spits on you? Or do anything worse?
You were only comforted by the thought that you would only go to him a few times a day and then you could lock yourself away and be safe. Your thoughts about Logan and the whole deal were interrupted by an aggressive pounding on your door. You immediately knew who it was.
You sighed when you saw Wade in the doorway, rudely barging into your apartment without asking. But you're used to it.
"So when are you moving in?" your eyes almost fell out of their sockets when Wade threw this question at you without hesitation. "What are you talking about?!" you tried not to think the worst, unfortunately it was the worst. "Well, you'll be living in my apartment during my absence-" you pointed index finger at him and shook him. "No no no, you didn't say that!" Wade stopped. "I thought it was obvious..."
Your heart was beating a hundred and six and your blood was at boiling point. "Wade! I'm not living with that psychopath!" you lost your shit and started screaming at him. Wade was still calm. âHe's not that badâ you were shocked at his words and how easily he was letting them out of his mouth.
"Wade! What if he kills me?" Wade rolled his eyes and shook his head. "He won't kill you, don't worry, if something happens stab him...even though it probably wouldn't help" you started being red from how angry you were. "Why can't I stay here?" you finally asked him the main question.
"You know, I'm afraid something will happen to him, I want you to watch over him" you just started to mock Wadeâs patheticness. Oh you are so done. "NoâŚ.no! I am not gonna do it" "Ah come on sweetheart" Wade grabbed your hands so tightly that you couldn't even break free from his grip.
"I swear I'll give you anything for this, I'll be grateful to you for the rest of my life...just 5 days, please" even as you fought with every nerve and muscle in your body to refuse, his convincing eyes got you again and you let out an annoyed breath.
Wade immediately understood that you agreed and pulled you into a tight hug. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou" he kept thanking you and you started seeing stars for a moment from his tight grip. Again and again you regretted your decision and wanted to get a fake passport, change your identity and fly far away. Unfortunately, this option will not work.
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First day
The time had come for you to introduce yourself to Logan and move in. You only had a small bag over your shoulders, where were your clothes, hygiene items and necessary things. Even if you miss something, you can always go to the apartment next door, aka your home.
âLook, I'm just warning you, Logan can be a littleâŚrude sometimesâ Wade told you and you nodded. You already deduced that yourself from his face expressions. Even so, you wanted to be nice and make an impression on him, maybe he'll be a little softer if he sees you smiling.
âAlright, here we goâ Wade looked even more nervous than you. When he grabbed the doorknob and went inside, Logan was nowhere to be found. You slowly followed Wade, looking for the grumpy big guy. But suddenly the door to the room opened and the famous, rude Logan came out.
He was wearing a brown shirt and jeans with a belt, now that you had a chance to get a good look at him, he didn't look so bad. "Logan!" Wade squealed excitedly while Logan still had a stern look on his face.
When his eyes landed on you, he didn't move a single muscle, unlike you. You were sweating, your smile was twitching but you tried to keep your cool. "Who is that?" he pointed at you and slowly walked closer. "So glad you're asking, Logan, this is your temporary housewife"
You were quiet but still smiling, while holding your hand for a shake. Logan rolled his eyes and moved his head from your sight in annoyance. That's a nice welcoming. "I don't fucking need her" you would be lying if those words didn't touch you a little, but Wade warned you, so you were at least half prepared for it.
You slowly dropped your hand back to your body and looked at Wade in confusion. "Well if he doesn't need me, I can go-" "No! Stay!" he grabbed your shoulder and looked angrily at Logan. "We already talk about this, be nice" he hissed through his clenched teeth and Logan just sighed. He looked back at you, that annoyed look still on his face. He was literally screaming through that face that he wants to kick you out and he really doesn't want you here. Your smile slowly dropped and you started overthinking, how the following 5 days would look like, with this grumpy rude man.
"Good kitty" Wade complimented Logan who growled back at him. "Well, the kitchen is over there, I'll show you your room and then I'll have to go, the mission awaits!" Wade got behind you and pushed you forward past Logan, who was staring at you but still with an annoyed and slightly confused expression.
"Well, put your things here and I have to go. Bye bye and thank you, I owe youâ Wade quickly led you into the guest room, patting you on the shoulders before disappearing out of the apartment, leaving you and the curmudgeon alone.
You just let out a tired sigh before putting your bag on the floor and looking around the room. It was small but cozy. Even the view from the window wasn't bad, certainly better than in your own apartment.
âWhat's your name again?â you suddenly heard a deep growl and you quickly flinched as you quickly turned towards the voice. Logan was leaning against the doorframe, his hands wrapped around his chest, his biceps nearly tearing through the soft fabric he was wearing.You swallowed before looking into his face again and began to speak.
âY/NâŚyours is Logan right? you tried to be nice again, thinking that the beginning was just a misunderstanding. God you are so pathetic. âGuessâ he replied arrogantly and you pursed your lips into a thin line as embarrassment flooded your entire body.
"'kay...well it's kinda late, I'll go prepare some food" you informed him and Logan just nodded before walking off to who knows where. You were relieved when he left. As if his presence made you nervous, but not because of fear, but rather because of another feeling that you couldn't quite describe.
You came to the kitchen and started to assemble the ingredients on the counter. You decided to make spaghetti since that was the only thing they had all the ingredients for and looking around the fridge made you want to buy more stuff tomorrow. Apart from milk, some old rotting food and beer, they had nothing at all, men.
When you were almost done with the spaghetti, it was as if the smell summoned Logan without you having to say anything. He suddenly appeared in the kitchen watching you put spaghetti on two plates and pour tomato sauce over them. âI hope you like spaghettiâ you said looking at Logan who surprisingly wasn't looking at the food like you thought, but at you. That caught you off guard a bit but not for too long.
"Mhm yeah" he said and immediately grabbed the plate when you finally added the basil leaves. Why are you even trying to decorate the food, you are not in a fancy restaurant here, but at Wadeâs home. You just rolled your eyes and put noodles on your own plate. Logan's hungry chewing was making your ears pop and you couldn't wait to enjoy your dinner in quiet in your room.
No sooner had you added the spaghetti to your plate and decided to go into your room to eat, than Logan was already done with his food and obediently put the plate in the sink. Your eyes widened, Wade was right, this man eats like a beast.
"Do you want more?" he just shook his head as he wiped his red mouth with his hand and went straight into his own room. "m'kay" you whispered to yourself and since he left the living room, you decided to change your plan and eat while watching some TV.
This isn't so bad. If Logan answers with two words and doesn't have any long conversations with you where he just taunts you, 5 days will go by like nothing.
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Second day
You got up early because of the annoying alarm and went to get ready for work. You changed into comfortable but formal clothes, put on some make-up and took your bag. When you left the room, no one was there. You sighed with a smile and went straight to the front door.
Apparently Logan doesn't go to work, which you were a little envious of. He can sleep as long as he wants, then practically do whatever he wants for days, surely he must be a little bored if he's not saving the world.
"Where you're goin'?" you froze in a place when you heard Logan. You slowly turned around, and your eyes widened even more. He had nothing on than boxers, revealing his muscles, abs, and perfect body, which made your saliva fly from your lips.
You quickly wiped it off and looked back into his face. God he was hot. His hair was messy but fluffy, his face looked relaxed and tired but that stern look wasn't there anymore. "I- I am goin' to work" you answered with a shaky voice, for which you immediately cursed.
"What work?" his voice was also grainy and deep, he was literally hypnotizing you right now. "Why do you care?" you finally gain your confidence back and he rolled his eyes. "Geez just askin'" he went to the bathroom without saying bye or something like that. You didn't mind, the only thing that was bothering your brain was, why was he so interested?
Just yesterday he didn't want you here at all and now he's worried about you, that you'll leave him? You probably just overthinking. You took your keys and left the apartment as fast as you could.
When you arrived at the restaurant, your colleagues greeted you and you put on the fake mask with a smile. You changed into your suit and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes with the others.
"Hey everything okay? You look pretty frustrated" one of your colleagues asked and it took you a while to process his question. "What? Oh no it's nothing don't worry" you added a convincing smile at the end of the sentence and continued washing. Of course you're frustrated when you have nothing but Logan in your head, his body, his speech, his hair... this is going to be a fucking tough day.
When your shift ended, you were surprised you hadn't been fired. You were confused all day, mixing up orders, got in the way of your colleagues and even burned food a few times. Each of your colleagues asked you several times if everything was okay and you always gave the same answer. Yes, it is. You didn't understand it yourself, how could you be so stupid today and burn the food? This hasn't happened to you in at least 5 years...
All this happened because of your constant thoughts about Logan. You don't even know how it's possible. After all, he's Logan, the guy you were afraid of and would do anything to avoid him...but that was before you've seen him shirtless in boxers. God those thighs, just thinking about them makes your core vibrate.
Frustrated, devastated and tired, you arrived at your temporary apartment, threw your bag on the floor and leaned against the door with your eyes closed. "Tough day?" you hear that annoying but really sexy voice again, but this time it wasn't in your head.
You open your eyes and saw Logan, sitting on the couch with a can of beer, at least this time he was fully dressed. You didn't even have the strength to answer him with words, you just nodded your head. After that you crawled into your room where you had to clear your head for a while, you laid in bed and just stared at the ceiling.
After a while you heard footsteps, but luckily they crossed your room. Was it really fortunate, or rather unfortunately? Your head was a total mess. Now you could use a hot bath with rose petals and a candle around. This actually didn't sound bad at all, so you decided to indulge.
You got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom where you filled the bath and let out a tired sigh. You probably won't have rose petals and candles, but the bathtub is more than enough. You closed the door, not even bothering about locking it, and took off your clothes. When the water was almost full, you turned the water off and lay down in it, a pleasant growl left your mouth, when the hot water covers all your body. You feel more relaxed than ever.
You closed your eyes and in the blink of an eye, all of your fails today and thoughts of Logan were gone. You listened to the water and the silence around you which was more pleasant than ever before. You felt like you were going to fall asleep in no time, this was exactly what you needed. Until you heard the door slam open.
You flinched and immediately looked at them in fear. Logan eyes widened a bit, when he saw you in the bathtub, but after that one second look he looked down immediately, embarrassed. "Sorry" he said and left the bathroom before you could react in any way.
You were shocked, did Logan really think you wouldn't notice the quick check out before he looks down? Well, now you will definitely not stop thinking about him and it's all your fault. If you'd just locked the stupid door, this wouldn't have happened.
You came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel holding your clothes in your hand. You got another jumpscare when Logan was standing by the bathroom, leaning against the wall. How long was he there? Was he waiting for you or was he eavesdropping on you? You had so many questions but so little time.
"Hey um sorry for that" he didn't even look you in the eyes, apparently he's really sorry. "It's fine just, did you see anything?" Logan took a deep breath and looked into your eyes, giving you a clear sign that he saw something. "Oh my god-" you slammed your hand against your forehead and started flushing.
"Not everything! Just um..." "Stop. Just, act like it didn't happen okay?" you were even more frustrated than before and Logan could tell. He just nodded and walked around you to get into the bathroom. You cursed under your breath and walked into your room, where you finally locked the door and fell into bed.
Is it some kind of sign or bad karma that this is happening to you? First you see him almost naked, then he sees you, why do you deserve this? But the question that really played over and over in your head was, did he like what he saw?
He would have covered his eyes or closed the door immediately, but he just stood there watching you for a while longer. Maybe he was in shock, just like you, and you're overthinking again, or maybe notâŚ
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Third day
You got up in the morning like you always did, did your morning routine and left for work, this time no Logan, no comments from him and it made you feel better. You knew that today was going to be a lot better than yesterday.
You didn't even have to put on a fake mask at work, you smiled for real because you had peace of mind from Logan both in your head and in the apartment in the morning. "Hey why so happy?" your colleague asked and you just shook your head. "I just slept well" which was not entirely true.
You couldn't stop thinking about that motherfucker all night. The way he looked when he saw you in that bathtub, how embarrassed he felt but also looked shy, which you would never say to such a tough guy. How he talks to you much more warmly now and how he even washes his dishes without you telling him to do it. You even had a dream about him that wasn't exactly innocent with rainbows and roses, rather the opposite. But that didn't stop you from having a bad day at work. Until you heard the familiar grumpy voice again.
"Is she here?!" "Sir, you can't talk to her right now-" "I just want to know if she works here!" oh no. You heard the angry punch into the table and knew you had to intervene. You stopped working and went from the kitchen to the restaurant behind the cash register, where was none other than the ass Logan. When he saw you, he immediately calmed down and straightened up.
"Hey, what's going on here?" you asked confused, trying to ignore Logan as best you could. "Um this gentleman is asking for you, is he your boyfriend?" "Fuck no!" you shouted, maybe a bit too much then was a necessary and looked at Logan. "The fuck you doin' here?!" this time you keep your voice low but still rough. Logan took a breath to speak but before he could, you grabbed him and went to the corner, so you won't bother the other customers.
"I um" you were surprised that he was out of words. "Goddammit just tell me!" "I was just curious where you workin' okay?! That's all..." although you haven't known Logan very long and well, you could tell he was lying. However, you didn't have time to investigate the truth so you just let out an annoyed breath.
"You can't be that aggressive here! If you don't order anything, get out!" and with those words you left him behind while walking back into the kitchen. Not gonna lie but you felt a little confident when you did this but you also felt a little guilty.
You are not the aggressive bad type like him, you find sympathy in people and you are a peaceful person who tries not to have a conflict with almost anyone. Logan is a really tough piece.
"Everything fine?" you coworker asked while frying some vegetables and you just nodded. How could you be so naive to think you'd slip through today without a single thought about Logan? You really are pathetic.
When you finished your last order, said goodbye to your colleagues and went to change clothes, fatigue hit you again. Today was better than yesterday, you were more focused and you didn't burn anything, but you still weren't yourself. You were still consumed by your thoughts and memories that your brain repeated over and over again, it was driving you crazy.
The only thing you hoped for now was that last night and the incident with Logan wouldn't happen again. You still can't tell if you liked it or not, but what you know for sure is that you can't stop thinking about that.
You left the kitchen ready to go home until you saw Logan sitting in one of the dining booths, alone, half asleep. He scared you again, like always, and you didn't know what to do, how to react, or what to say. When Logan saw you, he immediately stood up and was like a fresh fish.
"You're done?" he asked, like it wasn't weird at all that he is there sitting and waiting for you like your dad. "W-what are you doing here?" "I was waiting..." he didn't finish the sentence but he clearly meant that he was waiting for you. "Why?" you furrow your eyebrows in suspicion.
"It's pretty dark out there, something may happen" why is he so caring suddenly? Was he really waiting for you here all day, just to give you a walk home? Why? "I've been walking in the dark for years Logan and nothing happened to me" you informed him arrogantly and headed for the exit. Logan chased you like an obedient dog. "You never know" he added and quickly held the door for you like a true gentleman. You paused at his act for a moment before walking out and Logan following.
It was an awkward silent walk next to each other where you said so much but nothing at all. The street was quiet, hardly any cars passed by, and the glowing lamps around gave a pleasant atmosphere. You felt good, and maybe Logan's presence added something to that. After all, you were afraid to walk alone in the evening, even though nothing had happened to you yet, but with him you felt different, safe.
"What's for dinner?" Logan finally broke the quiet silence and struck up a conversation. "Oh um I don't know...maybe salad? If you don't mind there won't be any meat in it" Logan chuckled, hearing that laugh make your heart a little warmer. "Salad sound's good" he said as you arrive at the building.
When you got into the apartment you expected Logan to go take a shower or lock himself in his room like he always did, but this time was different. When you took off your coat and hung it on the hanger, Logan was standing in the kitchen waiting for you. You raise an eyebrow and throw a confused look at him. "You're that excited for the food or?" he shook his head and smiled. That's right, he smiled. You had no idea when did his tough-guy personality snap, but he is way nicer to you and you can't say you don't like it.
"Nope, I was thinking that I could help you..." you froze and just stared at him, still with that raised eyebrow. You were shocked, you didn't recognize him anymore. Logan notices your behavior, immediately having regrets. "but only if you want to-" "No! I mean yeah s-sure" you finally woke up and walked around Logan to get things ready. However, you couldn't escape the smirk that formed on your face.
As you pulled out the bowls and cutlery, you felt Logan's presence behind you. He was huge compared to you, covering you completely and you almost held your breath when you felt him almost touching your body. "What should I do?" he asked, his voice grainy, deep and low like a wolf, making you tremble from excitement.
You needed a second to answer him without any mistake or stuttering. âYou can take the vegetables out of the fridgeâ you pointed your head at the fridge next to you and without a word Logan did as you told him. He put everything on the counter next to you and you couldn't help but watch his hands, how big and hairy they were and a lot of scenarios automatically appeared in your head of what you would like him to do to you with them.
"That's all we have" he breathed out and finally stood next to you, so that his dick wasn't touching your ass anymore. "That's fine, we can make something from that" you grabbed the cucumber and started removing the wrapper. Logan was watching you, really carefully and constantly watching your hand, the way you were holding that cucumber, the way you were taking off the wrapper, god he immediately started getting goosebumps and his dick started twitching in his pants.
"Give me a sec" he said quickly and left. You looked at him confused and flinched a bit when you heard the bathroom door slam. You just shrugged and continued to unwrap the cucumber. He probably just went to piss or something.
After you had almost half the vegetables cut to a small squares and thrown in a bowl, Logan finally returned. "Finally, I was thinking you ran away" Logan just chuckled awkwardly but said nothing. He watched you cut the pepper and finally decided to help you.
He took another pepper and a knife and started cutting it on the table. You didn't really care if he destroyed the table or not, it wasn't your kitchen after all. After you finished chopping all the vegetables, tossed the salad with the dressing, and Logan gave it a good toss, you were ready to feast.
You split the salad into two bowls, the same amount for each, and dipped a fork into it. Logan waited until you filled the second bowl as well, which was a little unusual as normally he would have already started eating and not even waiting for you.
Aftwr you take your bowl and Logan take his, you decided to go into the room to eat but Logan stopped you. "Hey I was thinking if you wanna watch a movie together?" again, his random nice behavior caught you by surprise. Where did the grumpy guy who literally didn't even want you in this apartment go? Apparently he's gone forever.
âOh umâŚsure why notâ you smiled and Logan went to sit on the couch where he was already holding the remote and selecting a movie. You obediently sat next to him, but at a sufficient distance so that you had enough space and it wasn't some kind of awkward, uncomfortable situation.
"Do you have any ideas?" he asked you as he kept switching between films. "Umm I don't know, I don't really care" you said as you finally took a bite of the salad, which was really fucking good. "Okay, you asked for it" he said and selected a horror movie called Evil Dead Rise. "Awh man this looks nasty" you said as you still chew the salad and scrunch your face in disgust. Logan just giggled and took his first bite too.
After a while watching the movie, you remembered that you are fucking scared of horrors. That film was chill at first, but after the first jump scare, you knew you are fucked. You tried to focus on the salad and not being some crybaby, but your fear got the better of you. When another jumpscare appeared, you almost throw you salad on the floor.
Logan, on the other hand, didn't move a single muscle the whole time watching. He was like a rock with a stern expression. The second he noticed your reaction, he had to look and intervene somehow. "Are you okay?" He asked and you just nodded, but your body said the opposite. You were shaking, wrapped in a ball and your eyes were bawling, the exact definition of a person being terrified to death.
Logan wasn't stupid and he knew you'd probably be peeing with fear in no time. That's why, regardless of the awkwardness of the situation, he scooted closer to you at first, seeing how you're gonna react. The closeness didn't bother you at all, so Logan put an arm around you, making you feel even safer.
"Is that 'kay?" he whispered in your ear, looking down at you while your eyes were securely locked with the TV. You nodded slightly and laid your head on his muscular chest, covered by gray shirt. It was comforting to hear his regular heartbeat. You felt amazing.
You don't even remember the last time you cuddle with someone like that. You don't care that it's Logan, all you focused on was the feeling. The way his body warmed yours, the way he made gentle circles with his finger on your shoulder and the way he breathed, these combinations made you forget about your fear.
After a while your eyelids started to feel heavy and you felt tiredness coming over you. But you were so comfortable that you didn't want to leave anywhere and that's why you succumbed to sleep really quickly on Logan's body.
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Fourth day
You grunted as rubbed your eyes. You lay in bed with your eyes closed for a while until you realized you had to go to work. Your eyes popped open and you sat on the bed as fast as you could. You looked around rashly, realizing you were in your room under the covers. But when you quickly checked the alarm clock, it was damn late. "Fuck!" you shouted and jumped from the bed like a lightning bolt.
You quickly started changing and getting ready for work, even though you were already 3 hours late. The whole time you were cursing under your breath and your heart was beating in the fastest way possible. If they don't fire you today, they never will.
After you were all ready you ran for your bag and went to the door. You've never gotten ready so quickly before. Suddenly you heard the door open and immidiately knew it was Logan. However, you didn't have time for his comments.
"Hey, what's going on?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. When you quickly glanced at him, he looked pretty tired, like he woke up just now. In addition, he had only boxers again, messy hair and his voice was so fucking rough. When you looked at him you felt a weird feeling in your stomach. "I'm late" you said as you were putting your shoes on. Logan was processing your answer for a bit before he spoke again.
"Oh, work..." he groaned as he realized what you were late for. You just ignore him and give him a quick goodbye before you closed the door and ran to the elevator.
As soon as you opened the door to the restaurant, you ran to the dressing room to change. You tried to be so fast but you were just clumsy and rash. Your chef's suit was crooked and not even all the buttons were on when you appeared in the kitchen, trying immediately blend in. "Oh there you are! Where have you been?" one of your colleagues asked, cutting vegetables next to you. You just shake your head.
"Long night" you sighed tiredly and cooperated with preparing the food. "You're lucky boss wasn't here, you would be cooked" you look at him as he said that and you both giggled at that stupid joke. "Go fuck yourself" you nudged him with your shoulder and shook your head. But he was right, you have much more luck than sense.
You spent last night in Logan's arms and after you woke up and put yourself back together, you realized that he carried you into your room. It's not his fault you overslept, it's yours.
You shouldn't have fallen asleep, you should have just gotten up, said good night and gone to set that stupid alarm clock. But whenever you remember the feeling of him caressing you, how comforting his chest was as a pillow, how his chest smoothly rose up and down, every time your knees got week and you feel that weird feeling in your stomach. You knew what that feeling was and you hated to admit it, but you catched feelings for Logan.
You can't stop thinking about him ever since the first day, you have unchristian dreams about him and you always catch yourself watching him for too long. You never thought you'd like a bad boy, but here we are.
When you were already cleaning the kitchen and getting ready to leave, you noticed a familiar person sitting in the restaurant as one of the last ones.
Your curiosity got the better of you and you peeked more into the restaurant. Of course that the familiar figure was Logan. Again, he didn't have anything ordered, he just sat quietly and stared into nothing. You couldn't help but smile at him when.
You went to change and said goodbye to the others as you headed for the exit. You pretended not to see Logan and ignored him until he instantly came up to you. "Hey, how was work?" he asked as he gentlemanly opened the door for you and waited. You felt your cheeks heat up and you had to look down.
"It was fine, except for the morning..." you chuckle nervously. "Yeah, were you too late?" he asked as he walked closer to the road making you back up a bit. Another discreet gentlemanly move. "3 hours late..." "Damn" his eyes widened as his mouth surprisingly twitches. "Yeah, but luckily I didn't get fired so" Logan laughed and nodded his head in agreement.
"Anyway, any ideas for dinner tonight?" Logan's efforts to keep the conversation going tickled your heart. "Mhmm honestly I don't knowâŚhow about pizza?" you looked up at his face waiting for reaction. "Like homemade pizza?" Logan looked into your eyes and you tried to hold eye contact as long as you could. âOf course duhâ Logan smiled at your addition and nodded his head. "Sure why not"
You were slicing salami while Logan poured a ketchup mix over the pizza dough. "What about some music?" he asked, still focusing on the smearing. You stopped cutting and looked at him. "Music?" you asked, giving him a confused look. He nodded, looking at you too and when he saw your expression, he stopped his actions and went somewhere.
You were watching him, as he walked to the radio and pressed something on it until a song started playing. Your smile widened and you started laughing, when you saw Logan dancing. He was moving his hips awkwardly and you can see that he really can't dance. His danced moves could be compared to dad style in the 80s.
You needed to cover your mouth and hold your stomach, because the laughter started to hurt, but you couldn't stop. Logan looked at you and held out his hand in front of him as he approached you. You shook your head and almost collapsed on the ground laughing. "Come on!" he shook his hand, convincing you to join him.
After a lot of refusing and giggling, Logan finally convinced you to dance. When you grabbed his hand, he immediately took advantage of it and pulled you a little closer to his body. You squeal a bit at the sudden move, but you immediately cooperated.
You held each other's hands and did little circles with them as your legs scuttle back and forth. You laughed and squirmed, Logan spun you around from time to time and you enjoyed it as much as you could. This is one of those moments that sticks deep in your head. A memory that will always popped up, whenever you hear Logan.
The music pulsed softly through the air, a fast, intoxicating rhythm that seemed to wrap around you and Logan like a delicate thread, pulling you closer. You couldnât help but glance up at him, your eyes locking for a heartbeat too long, and the intensity there sent a rush of heat to your cheeks.
You tried to focus on the steps, on the sway of the dance, but something about the way Loganâs body moved with yours was deeply distracting. His scent, clean and warm, enveloped you, making your pulse quicken in ways you couldnât ignore.
Then, without warning, your leg caught the edge of his, and you stumbled, your balance suddenly thrown off. Loganâs arms shot out, catching you before you could fall, pulling you tightly against him to steady you. For a moment, everything seemed to stop, your breath, the world, even the music seemed to fade into the background as you realized just how close you were.
Your faces were mere inches apart, your lips almost brushing his. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, his gaze dropping to your mouth for just a fleeting second before meeting your eyes again. The air between you crackled with tension, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. Everything about this moment screamed for you to close that agonizingly small distance, to let yourself get lost in the magnetic pull between you.
Loganâs grip on you tightened ever so slightly, his chest rising and falling in sync with yours as he fought against the same urge. You could see it in his eyes, the desire, the restraint, the way he was holding himself back even though every inch of him seemed to be aching to close the gap. His gaze flickered down to your lips again, and this time, it lingered longer. You swallowed hard, your lips parting slightly, as if you were subconsciously inviting him to make the move.
For a moment, you both stood at the edge of temptation, teetering on that invisible line. Neither of you spoke, afraid that even a whisper might break the fragile tension and push you over the edge. Your bodies pressed together, heat pooling between you, your breaths shallow and in sync.
But then, something held both of you back. Maybe it was the weight of all that had led to this moment, the fear of crossing a line you couldnât uncross, or maybe it was the unspoken agreement to savor this tension just a little longer. Neither of you moved, though the pull between you was undeniable. The space between your lips remained tantalizingly close, yet untouched.
âClose call,â he murmured, his voice a mixture of humor and the tension he was trying so hard to rein in.
You smiled, feeling your own pulse slowly return to normal, though the lingering heat of the moment still burned between you. âToo close,â you whispered back, your eyes holding his for a second longer before you reluctantly eased back, just enough to regain some space, some clarity.
âWe should finish thatâ Logan gently let go of you and pointed his head to the half-done pizza in the kitchen. You nodded in agreement, still dazed from the situation that just happened and from the feelings you experienced. You were a little disoriented, just as Logan except, he could hid it better.
After you finished the pizza, the atmosphere wasn't so stiff anymore. Logan was telling funny stories about his past and you just laughed and tried not to get overwhelmed by his gorgeous face. Sometimes when you listened to Logan, the world slowed down and everything was black and white except for him. He shone like the brightest star in the darkness.
After enjoying dinner, cleaning the dishes together and saying good night, you couldn't even fall asleep. You couldn't shake the thought of Logan, that moment when your lips were so dangerously close and even though you didn't have any superpowers, you could feel that he wanted it just as much as you did.
Feeling his beard brushing against your soft skin, feeling his tongue inside your mouth, you could just dream about it. Also, tomorrow is the last day. You don't know if it's good or bad, you don't know if you're happy or just afraid, you don't know anything at all. After all, deep down in your head you had a soft spot and a longing for Logan.
Inwardly, you longed to spend a few more days with him, a few nights alone and see what would happen. This overthinking went too far, you kept your eyes open all night and stared at the ceiling, while outside the birds started whistling and sun rising.
It's here, the last morning in this bed, the last dinner with Logan, the last day.
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Fifth day
You stayed up all night, your stomach churning at the thought that today is final day. At the same time, you couldn't get that moment between you and Logan out of your mind, when just a milimeter was missing and your lips would be stuck together. The desire for Logan, the need to always have him with you and not let him go, was growing by every minute. His smell of cigarettes and scotch always tickled your olfactory cells. Every time you felt him, it was like your heart burst with excitement. But now you couldn't smell it, the only thing that tickled your nose was the steam from the food in restaurant.
"Hey, are you okay?" a colleague nudged your shoulder. "Huh? Yeah I am fine, I am fine..." you weren't fine. The thought of packing up your clothes today and moving back to your apartment, alone. That there will be no one here to hug and protect you while watching a horror movie, that no one will help you prepare dinner, these thoughts were pressing all the points to make you cry.
Despite all these emotions, you tried to keep yourself in check and continue working as if nothing happened, as if the world wasn't practically collapsing before your eyes. You tried to think positively and looked forward to Logan waiting for you again in one of the booths and escorting you to the apartment and making dinner together while talking.
When you finally finished your shift and said goodbye to the others, you walked out of the kitchen looking for Logan with hope in your eyes. Unfortunately, you couldn't find him anywhere. There was no one in the restaurant anymore and your positive thinking was gone. You went alone with gloomy face. This is last night and he just ignore you like that?
When you arrived at the apartment, upset, you were a little surprised to see Logan in the kitchen making dinner. He looked behind his shoulder and his corners lifted up a bit when he saw you. "Hey...sorry I didn't pick you up today, I was preparing dinner" he excused himself and your anger towards him was gone immediately.
Your face softened and your heart melted. He's also sad that it's the last night and he wanted to make it up to you somehow. He doesn't even have to say it with words.
"It's f-fine..." you said, still a bit shocked but more flattered. You walked up next to him, curious about what he is preparing. "Spaghetti?" you asked, even though you saw exactly what he was doing.
"Yeah, we had them on a first night, remember?" he looks at you and you chuckle at the memory. "Oh yeah, you were all grumpy and just took it" Logan scoffed and nodded. "Yeah..."
"Well, it'll be done in a bit, so do your stuff and then we'll go eat, hm?" you just nodded excitedly and fought the urge to kiss him on his cheek as a grateful gesture. You literally ran to your room, closed it and wanted to change into some comfortable clothes. The thing was that all your clothes were dirty and even when you tried really hard to find at least a one clean shirt, it was pointless.
You sat on the bed with a sigh and wondered what you were going to do. "Hey um I just go take a quick shower okay?" Logan burst into your room without knocking and you jumped a bit. He was gone before you could even answer him.
"Okay...." you whispered under your breath and immediately got an idea. You sneaked into Logan's room looking for his shirt. After all, he won't notice that you're wearing it, and if he does, you can explain it to him.
You didn't look long and saw a gray shirt thrown on the bed. You shrugged, grabbed it and walked out of his room into yours. You instantly stuck it to your nose and inhaled its scent. Cigarettes and scotch, oh the combination was sending waves of pleasure between your legs and you couldn't take it anymore. You quickly removed all your clothes and put on his shirt. It was huge on you, it touched your knees and you laugh.
You could still feel him as if he was with you, on top of you and that was exactly what you wanted. You laid down on the bed and closed your eyes, your brain immediately cooperating and starting to create million scenarios while you were still smelling him. The vibrating between your legs started being unbearable and you had to stop it somehow.
I slowly moved my hand to the fabric of Logan's shirt. I stopped between my legs and lifted the shirt up, a sigh left your lips as you felt the cold air touching your folds. Your hand moved down, your fingers slightly touching your folds, making gentle friction. Your moves were slow and sweet, just heating up before you started putting more pressure.
Your jaw fall open as you inserted one finger in, twirling inside and stretching your walls. You imagined that it was Logan's finger that worked a miracle, that filled you with emotions and the need to feel something inside you, to feel him inside you. You desperately tried to reach the sponge spot, that whenever you touch your head you go dizzy in a second.
You needed more, that's why you insert another finger inside you, moving in unison with your hips. You tried to catch up with your orgasm with gentle but eager sensations, Logan's images replayed in your head over and over and your sighs got louder and louder.
âHey have you seen my gray T-shirt anywhere-â Logan walked in, not bothering to knock. You gasped at the surprise and immediately covered yourself with a blanket. Logan weist was wrapped by a towel, making you even more wet at the sigh.
"Oh shit" he looked away embarrassed, but you were the one who should be. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why didn't you knock?" you asked, trying to wash off the embarrassment and replace it with anger.
Logan shook his head, still looking away from you. "Look I'm so sorry I was just looking for my T-shirt" "Well I don't have it so go check somewhere else" you said, your voice calm but your heart beat fast. Logan finally gains the confidence to look back at you, furrowing his eyebrows. "Wait, is that my T-shirt you're wearing?"
You tried to be as calm as possible. âWhat? No, why would I be wearing your shirt?â All your muscles were tense and you prayed that Logan wouldn't notice. âNo that's definitely my shirtâ he look at the piece that protruded from the blanket as his corner of his mouth lifted up a bit.
You quickly tried to hide more even tho you knew you were fucked. "No...it's not" Logan came closer to you. "Hey, stop tryna hide under the covers..." he grabbed the blanket and tried to pull it off of you, but as hard as you could try, he was much stronger than you.
"Let me just see it" after an unfair fight, Logan won and tore the blanket off you, revealing his shirt on your body. A devilish smile appeared on his face as he saw you. âSo you are wearing my shirtâ he narrowed his eyes and you started to panic.
âYeah and what about it? It's the only clean thing I could find and it's comfortableâ although you were telling the truth, it wasn't completely true, because deep down you know very well why you took his shirt. Logan chuckled at your answer and came even closer to you, standing right above you.
"So you're telling me it's just a coincidence that your hands are between your thighs wearing the same T-shirt I was just wearing?" oh you were so cooked. "It's not even like that..." you still tried to save it, but it was already too late. Logan giggled again, grabbing your chin, making you look up at him. "I'm not dumb, I know what you're doing"
Oh he was so freaking hot right now, and he knew it. "You're so fucking desperate" now there was nothing and no one to stop Logan in his way. He completely ripped the blanket off of you and got on the bed above you. In this moment you realize, all your desires are finally coming true.
He didn't hesitate for a second before pressing his lips to yours, aggressively and roughly. You immediately cooperated, your arms wrapping around his neck and your legs unintentionally removing Logan's towel as you wrapped your legs around his weist. You could immediately feel his length, making you whine a bit in the kisses.
Logan's hands were not docile and explored your body. He started from your thighs, continued under your t-shirt to your stomach and finally ended on your breasts, which he squeezed and massaged. You pulled out of the kiss, your eyes shut tightly as you sighed his name. Oh he loved the view he had right now. But he still needed more.
He attacked your neck with aggressive bites, leaving marks that will heal for a long time. "~Logan~" you moaned his name as you grabbed his fluffy hair and tugged them whenever he found that sensitive spot. You could feel his smile forming on his face, while sucking and licking your, now red neck.
Logan felt your wetness, your arousal. How he was grateful for those urgent instincts right now. He finally removed his teeth from your neck, but he definitely wasn't done with you. You opened your eyes as you watched him creeping down. His devilish smile not leaving his face for a second. The image of Logan's face between your legs drives you crazy and you couldn't wait to finally feel him. "You smell so fucking good kitty" he said before his lips leaned against your folds.
His hot breath on your bare core was sending shivers down your spine and you fight against every nerve in your body not to burst your hips into his face. He notices your desperate face and your shaking body, so he decides not to torture you anymore. He licked your fold, incredibly slowly but intensively, that you had to arch your back.
He repeated this move a few times, sucking all the wetness you could give him from the outside, before he burst his tongue inside you without any warning. You scream his name and pull his hair as his sudden move catches you off guard, making him chuckle.
His tongue was swirling inside you licking up all your juice, you were delicious. His nose was poking your sensitive clitoris, sending you even faster to your edge. Your hips were moving along his tongue, desperate for more friction and tried to reach your orgasm.
Logan stretched your walls even more, eating you like you were the best meat he had in years, his speed was unbelievable and the pleasure in you indescribable. You feel the tightening sensation in your lower abdomen and you knew you couldn't hold it in for long. You clenched around Logan's tongue, making it harder for him to continue, but he didn't stop. You tightly shut your eyes and throw your head back, as you almost pulled out some of Logan's hair.
He holds you firmly by your thighs, as your hips lose control and after few more twirl moves of his tongue inside you, the feeling of relief wash over your whole body, goosebombs appeared on your skin and your chest was rapidly rising and falling.
You smile, trying to catch your breath but your eyes were still shut. Logan climbed higher, he was now face to face. You felt his heavy breath against your cold nose, so you opened your eyes and smiled even more. Your juice glistened on Logan's beard and his hair messy, proof of your work.
He giggled as he saw your cheeks all red, your forehead sweaty and your hair destroyed, he loved what he was doing to you. "You're fucking beautiful princess" he said before he kissed you, giving you a taste of yourself. You loved the way he kissed. Hungry and furious kisses, but also sweet and gentle and si was his touch.
He explored you with his massive hands, his fingerprints all over your body. You looked really small in his hands, the sigh makes him even harder.
He couldn't get enough of you, he longed to hear you scream his name.
He quickly adjusted his hips and checked down, before he rammed into you, without any warning. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped, as you felt his massive length inside you. The joke was, he wasn't even fully in yet.
You bite your lips, trying to be as quiet as you could but Logan didn't make it easier for you. He was inserting himself deeper, stretching your walls as far as they could go and he finally let out a big sigh, when he was balls deep in.
You felt so full, that every place inside you was now completely filled and there wasn't even room for air. You hold tightly Logan's neck and started making a blood mess on your lips as you dug into them with your teeth.
He chuckled and gave you a few hungry kisses, before backing up to get a good look at you. "Don't hold it in princess, let me hear you" his grainy voice tickles your eardrums and right before he finished this sentence, he started moving his hips. Just small smooth movements at first, he barely got out of you. Even though they were peaceful movements, it sent you sky high.
Your lips parted as you started leaving a quiet whispers and whimpers, barely heard but Logan heard them very well. Those pretty sounds of yours makes his mind go wild and he started gaining speed and strength in his hips.
Those smooth sweet movements? All gone in a second. They were fading into lustful, rough and uncontrollable thrusting, that makes those regular clapping sounds.
You rolled your eyes as he was hitting just the sponge wet spot inside you, you tried to desperately reach yourself before. "Hey, look at me" Logan growled through clenched teeth, and you with a bit of struggle manage to look at his focused face.
His hands find their way to your hips, keeping you in a place while he was pushing into you, desperately trying to catch up with his orgasm. He sat on his knees, looking at you from above, clearly showing who is dominant here.
You just seductively let him do anything with you he just wanted. You loved it, the feeling, the situation, the atmosphere, Logan. Everything together was sending you closer and closer to your edge. Sice you lost your hold spot when Logan sat down, your hands found the sheet around you and held them tight.
The wet sound started to permeate the whole room, after a while even the entire apartment. Your brain stopped controlling your body, which is why you started letting out loud moans and whimpers of Logan's name. It was pleassure to his ears.
He stopped counting how many times he imagined you like this, beneath him, fucking your soul out of you. How tears stream down your face and you beg for more as you scream his name. These thoughts and these dreams kept him awake and he himself is surprised that it took him so long to do this, to fuck you properly.
He feels that he is close and so were you. Another orgasm of the day was approaching very quickly, making your legs started vibrating. Logan growled, sigh softly, keeping his eyes on your face the entire time. Well, not the entire time, just a few times he checkedthe part where you were connected.
You started feeling that familiar urge to pee, while Logan's dick was twitching inside you, but not stopping hitting that juicy spot. You were over the edge now. You tried your best not to close your eyes and not release already, even though you knew it would come in any second. Logan also fought all the demons so he wouldn't cum into you and empty his balls, but he wouldn't last long either.
âFuckâ he huffed, dropping his head down while his hips lost control. His movements defied all laws of physics, the entire bed creaked with you and your entire body tensed.
"Logan I-" you couldn't even finish your though before you tightened around Logan, arch your back and close your eyes, finally letting the climax get you. Logan didn't stop, he couldn't, when he was so close to his orgasm too, his precum already mixing with your juice.
Logan felt it, he quickly leaned forward so his stomach was touching yours and he pressed his face into the pillow right next to your head as he thrust into you one last time with the most force. You moaned by his hit, still feeling dizzy from the recent orgasm. He growls like a wild animal as he cums into you, his fingers digging into your skin, definitely leaving bruises there.
You both breathe heavily, staying in this position for a bit. Your bodies were hot with sweat as you still processed the moment.
When your breathing finally calmed, Logan unhooked his face from the pillow and looked at you with a smile. "Don't look at me like that I look like a total mess..." you chuckle from embarrassment and close your eyes. "Said something bad about yourself again and you won't be able to walk for a month" your breath got caught up in your throat as you heard those words. He said that so casually.
"You're gorgeous" he added at the end and kissed you softly, calming your pulse and heartbeat down. After that he slowly pulled out of you, both groaning from the friction again and Logan collapsed next to you. You didn't wait and scooched yourself on Logans body, your leg laying on his while your head listening to those cute regular beats of his heart.
Logan immediately pulled you closer to his body and caressed your shoulder, making gentle circles on it. Your eyes were closed, trying to rest while being still full of the hormone of happiness. Your smile couldn't leave your face and neither could Logan's.
"What about the spaghetti?" you whisper softly, making Logan giggle. "They're probably cold now" he sigh, keep caressing your shoulder. You just grunted, too tired to answer that or even think of an answer. "Are you hungry?" Logan asked immediately with concern and you shook your head with a bit of burden. He relaxed after that and closed his eyes too. Both of you were tired and too lazy to get dressed.
"Would you look at that!" Suddenly you heard another male voice, this one was annoying and quite provocative. You both knew who it was right away. You quickly jerked away from each other when you looked at the door. Wade was leaning against the doorframe, his hands crossed on his chest and his smile was so fucking annoying.
You and Logan were frozen in shock, not knowing what to say or how to even react. "You take the 'take care of him' a bit seriously, don't you think?" you tried to defend yourself, explain it somehow, but you can't get out of this situation.
"Get out" Logan growled sternly but it didn't scare Wade at all. "Wow I mean damn I...I don't really know what to say-" "GET THE FUCK OUT!" Logan screamed this time, even you got goosebumps when you heard him. That already took its toll on Wade. "Okay okay chill...I'm just happy for you guys" he slowly closed the door but right before the end, he quickly opened them again.
"How many rounds did you have?" "GET OUT!" you both scream in union and Wade finally closes the door fully, leaving you two in a very uncomfortable situation.
You slowly looked at Logan and he did the same, but your staring contest broke as you both burst out laughing. You didn't know if it was the adrenaline you still had in your blood, or just a copy mechanism when something really embarrassing happened, either that you were crying from laughing, still laying next to each other, still naked and still in love with each other.
No one warned you that these five days would be the best of your life.
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"it's a scream, baby!" â day 15 ; keeping quiet
â billy loomis x reader x stu macher
fandom: scream word count: 3.9k warnings: nsfw 18+, gf!billy and stu, DUBCON, semi-public sex, homoerotic undertones, mentions of gore, cheating, degradation, dirty talk, thigh fucking, double penetration, knife play if you squint, gagging, unprotected sex, creampies, cumplay, cum eating, fingering, my stu bias definitely shows sorry guys
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You werenât really much of a party person, and all of your friends were aware of that. It was why none of them gave much resistance to the idea of you slipping away.
Stuâs house was insanely crowded, more than his usual parties. It was obviously because of the recent killing spree by the mysterious masked killer who had yet to be caught. Your general anxiety in loud spaces mixed with that of the unknown killer running around had you even more paranoid.
âBe careful!â Sidney calls out and Tatum waves as you make your way up the staircase. You send a small smile back as you weave your way through drunk teenagers stumbling all around, looking for more drinks.
Youâve been in Stuâs house plenty of times, having been friends with him for years at this point. You make a beeline straight for his bedroom, hoping that no one was in there hooking up so you could have a quiet place to decompress.Â
You knock loudly on his door, pressing your ear against it as the loud music and teens make it hard to hear inside. Thereâs no answer to your knowledge, and you slowly peek your head in.
No one is in the room, and you breathe a sigh of relief. You shut the door behind you and plop down on Stuâs bed, laying yourself out in a heap of exhaustion.
A bang from somewhere inside the room startles you, making you jump up from your seat. You notice that Stuâs closet door is slightly ajar, and figure that something inside fell down. You make your way over, the closet creaking as you open it.
A gasp leaves your lips and you step back after seeing what it was that fell.
It was one of the ghostface masks.Â
You slowly back away, eyes wide in disbelief with what you were seeing. No. It wasnât possible, right? Stu couldnât have been the killer; it made no sense. You bend down and cautiously pick up the mask.
It looks like your average store-bought cheap costume accessory. You inspect it closer, but bring a hand up to your mouth and almost drop the mask when you see whatâs stained on it.
Small flecks of blood, all spattered across the edges.
The sound of the door creaking has you throwing the mask back into the closet and slamming the door, chest heaving as you pretend as though you werenât searching through it.
In walks Stu, his trademark grin spread wide across his face.Â
âNow what are you doing in here?â he teases suggestively and wiggles his eyebrows. He closes the door and leans against it.
But clearly youâre not very good at hiding your emotions, because the smile instantly drops from Stuâs face. âHave you beenâŚsnooping in my things?â
You bite your lip and can feel your heart drop in your chest. âWhat? No! I just came in here to rest.â Your voice sounds incredibly shaking and you know thereâs no way heâs buying it.
Stuâs eyes narrow, and he stalks closer to you. You back away in return, but his long strides make it difficult to put distance between the two of you. âI think youâre lying to me.â
He utters out your name in a warning tone. At this point, you know, he knows you know, and you know he knows you know that heâs the Ghostface killer. You make a feeble attempt to duck past Stu and make a run for it, but he grabs your arm and pulls you against his chest, completely restraining you.
You try your best at escaping. You pound on his chest, wiggle in his grip, and even try biting him. That fails miserably and Stu slaps his large palm against your mouth, preventing you from screaming for help.
He drags you over to the bed, and you start to kick your heels against his legs. You arenât sure what heâs capable of anymore. Is this the moment you die? Is Stu going to kill you? You let out a choked sob underneath his palm, clawing at his hand but to no avail.
You push back against him with all of the force of your body, yet Stu remains solid. âBe quiet,â he mutters in your ear.Â
And then you feel it. On your backside, you can feel Stu getting hard. You whimper in fear, and your body goes limp. But he clearly notices that you could feel it, and he chuckles darkly.
âGot me excited with all that struggling, babe.â He shamelessly rubs himself against you, his erection fully hard beneath his pants now.
Despite the terror that you feel in that moment, you couldnât help but moan silently.
You would be lying if you said you never thought of hooking up with your friend. Stu was hot, he was funny, and if Tatum was a reliable source, he also had a huge dick.
If fucking Stu could save you from death, you would gladly let him use you however he wished.
You quickly concoct a plan in your headâa lame one, but a planâto seduce Stu in an attempt to hopefully convince him not to kill you afterwards.
Before you can even attempt to put your plan into action, the bedroom door creaks open. âShit,â you hear Stu mutter under his breath. Both you and him turn together, and in walks Billy, sauntering as he usually does.
He pauses and raises an eyebrow as he surveys the position you and Stu are in.
âDid I interrupt something?â Billy smirks, his eyes going dark. You look up through your eyelashes at Stu, who presses you closer to him, as if warning you not to signal for help. He shakes his head at Billy.
âShe knows, man.â
Your body goes completely rigid in Stuâs grip. A chill runs down your spine.
Billy was involved in this Ghostface shit too? Well, that actually surprised you less than Stu. Billy was kind of a horror junkie in secret, even rivaling Randy, and he always had this strange look in his eye whenever he thought no one was looking.
His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches. âOh?âÂ
The tone in his voice is sinister, much different than what youâve heard from him before.
He strides over, pulling out a knife from his pocket and holding it out towards you.
You shriek, but it comes out all muffled. You try to tilt your head away from where Billy points the knife to your chin, but Stu keeps his hand solid, forcing your head forward.
He clicks his tongue at you, teasing you for your failed attempts to escape.
âI really didnât want to kill you now, sweetheart, but I donât have much of a choice, do I?â
Tears gather in your eyes, threatening to fall. You still helplessly struggle against Stuâs grip, choking back sobs. You so desperately want Stu to release his hand, want to beg the two of them to keep you alive. Youâre two seconds away from sounding like you belong in a bad porno that the boys rent from the video store where the woman says please! Iâll do anything!
But you donât need to do any of that. Because before Billy starts slicing and dicing and stabbing at you, he backs away and looks Stu up and down. He then barks out a laugh.
âWhat, did chasing her around get you all stiff?â
Stu grins cheekily and grinds his erection up against your butt. You let out a surprised moan under his palm, grabbing onto his forearm. âYou know Iâve always wanted to fuck her, man.â
Billy eyes shift between you and Stu, before pausing on you. A smirk slowly grows across his features until it morphs into a toothy grin. You can see the way his cock begins to twitch in his jeans and your heart sinks into your stomach.
âIâm not going to let you fuck her alone tonight.â
As if Stu was waiting this whole time for Billyâs approval, the hand that was restricting your mouth moves off and down to his jeans. Before you can even think about opening your mouth, Billy brings the knife back up your face, right under your chin forcing you to keep your mouth closed and head tilted up to meet his eyes.
âIf you say a word Iâll cut your throat open and stick my cock in it.â He imitates the motion of slicing the knife across your throat.Â
You swallow harshly and canât control the way you tremble under Stuâs hold. But the depraved part of you has your core throbbing, at the carnal lust that fills his eyes, so desperately wanting them both to get to fucking you sooner rather than later.Â
Scoffing in his face, you try your best to put up a calm front. âAre you guys all bark and no bite? All I hear is talking but no action.â
âOh youâll be getting action soon, baby.â You can feel Stuâs erect cock rubbing against your backside and the way that his arousal stains your shirt. His hand holds it at the base as he guides it between your legs, slowly fucking you between your thighs. You look down to see the bulging red tip of his cock leaking beads of precum as it penetrates the plush skin of your legs with every thrust.
Billy takes his knife and slices your skirt right down the middle, the two pieces falling to shreds at your feet.
âYeah, there it is!â Stu yells as his long fingers poke and prod at your pussy through your underwear until it soaks the fabric through. âAll nice and wet for us now.â
He moves the material to the side of your puffy lips and without so much as a warning sticks his cock right inside.
âOh fuck,â you moan out as quietly as you can with the intense pleasure. It slides in easily with how wet youâve gotten over the past couple of minutes. You arch your back into Stu as his long cock bullies its way inside of you. âFuck, fuck, fuckââ
Stu begins thrusting immediately, the sounds of your skin slapping together being the loudest thing in the room.
âSuch a dirty little slut,â Stuâs voice teases, laughter evident in his tone. His arm around your waist holds you up as he pounds into you at lightning speed, bouncing you up and down his cock. Your feet lift off the ground ever-so-slightly as he pulls you up. âBut I guess Iâm kind of a slut to. Always wanted to fuck you like this.â
Through your lust-filled haze, you can see Billy stroking himself through his boxers, jeans already unzipped and pulled down. He stares at both you and Stu and where the two of you connect.Â
âYou gonna join man?â Stu lifts you up under your thighs. The action lifts your feet up in the air and exposes your pussy directly in Billyâs line of view. Stu pulls his cock out enough so just the head remains inside, and starts fingering around your lips.
You gasp at the sensation, your arms gripping his own and your walls clenching down desperately onto him. Stuâs fingers make a v shape and pull your lips open wide. âThereâs plenty of room for you in here.âÂ
âN-no!â You sob out, clawing at Stu and kicking your legs. The implication is not subtle at all, and the fear has you clenching even tighter onto him. There was no way that you could fit both of them in your pussy. Stuâs cock is already thick and fills you completely; you donât think you could take another one without breaking.
Billy continues to palm himself above his underwear, the head of his cock poking out from the elastic band. âFuck yeah, now your speaking my language!â
âNo! Billy!â You shake your head wildly, tears threatening to fall from your swollen eyes. âStop! It wonât fit!â
He rolls his eyes and takes his hard cock out of his boxers, pumping it with a few solid strokes. âStop complaining.âÂ
âHeâll make it fit,â Stu giggles from behind you.
A strangled sound leaves your lips, a mix between a choke and a sob. Youâre powerless in Stuâs hold as he moves your limbs every which way he pleases. He never lets up in his thrusts, his stamina completely insatiable, and it doesnât feel like heâs stopping any time soon.
You have no choice but to lay helpless as Billy guides his cock into your wet hole, pushing against Stuâs. The stretch from the two of their massive lengths is painful, and you bite the outside of your hand as an attempt to soften your cries.
âFuck,â Billy moans, slotting himself fully inside of you. His eyes squeeze shut and his head is thrown back in pleasure. Your hands press against his chest to stabilize yourself.Â
Your eyes roll back as you start moaning audibly, his cock stuffing you full alongside Stuâs.Â
âNone of that.â Billy slaps a hand over your mouth and digs his fingers into your cheek. âIf any one of those sleazebags outside hears those moans Iâll have to kill them and fuck you over their dead body.â
His voice is deep, gravely, and completely seriousâyou believe him in his entirety. You nod rapidly under his hold. You donât want the death of anyone to be on your hands, no matter how annoying they are.
âGood. Now stay quiet.â
Billy and Stu take turns fucking themselves up into you. They give you any chance for a break, when one pulls their length almost completely out, the other shoves it in. They take turns pounding themselves into you. Your walls clench hard around them, being stretched to the brim. It takes all your power not to cry out from the pain and pleasure, but the fear from Billyâs unpredictably overpowers all other emotions.Â
Billy seems to be caught up in the haze of his own arousal, fingers digging in the skin of your hips as he thrusts his cock in and out of you rhythmically. He groans. âForgot what itâs like to fuck a tight, wet hole. Sidney still hasnât put out yet.â
Your body instantly freezes at Billyâs words. In the midst of all the chaos that involved finding out that two of your friends were active serial killers, both of them have been wanting to fuck you, and both of them actually proceeding to fuck you, you were ashamed to admit that you completely forgot about your the rest of your friends downstairs. Sidney and Tatum, two of your closest friends, were partying just below you and were blissfully unaware that you were in fact not resting from the partying, but instead getting your hole absolutely destroyed by their boyfriends just a couple hundred feet away.
The reality of your situation comes back to you and the dread starts to sink in. Instinctively, you begin thrashing your body all around, causing as much commotion as you can. Your nails end up scratching Stu on his arm. âOw!â he whines out, but itâs a cross between a whimper and a turned on moan. He bites your neck in retaliation. âI like âem feisty, you know. Really gets my dick goinâ.â
Billy, on the other hand, doesnât take your failed act of defiance so lightly. His hand reaches up and squeezes your cheeks as he pulls your face close to him, not letting up with the pistoning of his hips.
âNot. A. Word.â Every syllable is spoken individually, heavily gritted out through clenched teeth. At that moment, an array of muffled voices is heard right outside the bedroom door. Billy and you turn to the source of the noise at the same time. Billy turns back to you first. âYou know what happens if they walk in,â he trails off darkly, and out of the corner of your eye you can see the glint of his knife as it rests on the side table, within an arm's reach from him. If he wanted to, he could easily slip himself out of you and kill the unsuspecting partygoers within mere seconds.
He buries himself back inside of you as you say that, the two of their cocks fighting for their spots inside of your restrictive walls. Billy and Stu moan in unison at the feeling, both of you gripping onto them and the way they feel pressed up against each other.
As hopeless as your situation may seem in the end, you try to make due with what you have and not let the guilt consume you. Thereâs nothing you can do about it now unless you want multiple people to wind up dead. Itâs fairly easy to erase your mind of anything other than the two guys currently surrounding you, whose relentless thrusts make your vision go white and limbs go numb.
Stu attaches himself onto your neck, no doubt leaving a trail of hickeys thatâll last for days. You lean your head back into him, giving him more access to the area. His long tongue licks all around the area, sending shivers down your spine.
His mouth eventually makes its way up to your own and Stu covers it, kissing you with great fervor. His tongue slides into your mouth, swirling it around with your own tongue. The kiss is sloppy and uncoordinated, but it feels perfectly like him. Itâs intimate as he massages your tongue and brings his hand up to cup your jaw. In that single moment, you can pretend like your new revelation didnât exist and that this is just a sensual moment between you and your friend, whoâs kissing you like his life depends on it.
But thatâs not the case, as Billy brings you back to reality once again. He spanks your ass which has you gasping into Stuâs mouth and your eyes opening wide.
Spit dribbles out the side of your mouth as Stu finally lets up, moaning into your jaw. He gives your neck a big kiss before sucking another hickey into it. âI can be romantic sometimes,â he whispers teasingly into your ear, causing you to shiver.
Billy and Stu pound into you, even harder than before if possible, their hips snapping up against your body.
You know that your orgasm is fast approaching, the various simulations making you feel desperate for a release.
âPlease, please, please, please,â your voice is hoarse as you whisper out in a breathy tone to keep as quiet as possible.
âYeah? You want our cum inside of you?â Billy coaxes you, but you can tell that heâs just as close to reaching his peak as you are given the uneven rhythm of his ruts, pushing slightly against the pattern he had set with Stu.
You nod your head as much as you can, your vision going blurry with the speed you move it. You can feel Billyâs cock throb furiously in you and it's enough to make you reach your own orgasm before him, clapping a hand over your mouth as to not alert your presence to anyone outside.
Billyâs orgasm follows your own soon after, with a strangled moan leaving his lips as his hot cum releases all inside you. The mix of your two juices allows for easier movement within your walls, and after heâs done climaxing Billy slides out of you with ease.
But Stu is nowhere near stopping.
With the result of yourâs and Billyâs releases aiding him, Stu ruts himself even further into you. He manhandles you so that instead of your previous position of being twisted in the air as Stu stands behind you, he throws you down on top of the bed and climbs on top of you, humping into you from behind with a newfound vigor.
âFinally get you to myself for a bit,â Stu grits out of his teeth as his hips piston at an immeasurable speed.
You canât speak at this point, completely cockdrunk from the brunt of the thrusts youâre taking. Stuâs broad body completely engulfs your form as he pounds you into the bedsheets. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and your tongue lolls out of your mouth, only low whimpers and droll being produced from it.
You can hear the squelching of your pussy, the result of Billyâs cum and your juices, as Stu pounds his cock as far as it reaches. You can feel the release escape the sides of your pussy lips with the brunt of Stuâs thrusts and you canât help but whine softly as some of the warmth and fullness from the cum leaves your body.
Stuâs hand runs through your hair until he grabs it at the base. He pushes your head down completely into the bed, using much more pressure than what was needed. The force of it causes your ass to arch further into him as he presses his front fully against your back, curving his form as if morphing to the shape of your hunched and fucked out form.
âNow thatâs a nice view,â he groans out, one hand at the root of your hair and the other pawing at your ass.
Animalistic grunts leave Stuâs mouth and you can feel as he reaches the cusp of his orgasm. Curses leave his lips as he finally cums, pushing himself inside you as deep as he can and hitting parts never reached before. You can feel the jets of his hot release inside of you as it comes out in huge, thick spurts.
When Stu finally leaves your walls, the mix of all three of your orgasms comes flowing out, making you moan at the loss of the fullness from all three of you.
âCâmon now, push it all outta you,â Billyâs voice calls out from across the room, speaking up from his previous silent observer role as he recovered from his own peak.
You obey, squeezing as much as you can with your weak body. You can feel globs of cum escape your entrance, cooling as it runs down your thighs and onto the sheets below you.
You flinch as you feel Stuâs fingers scoop some out of you, and the smacking of his lips indicates he tasted it. You moan, only able to picture what the scene looks like.
âOh? You want some?â Stuâs fingers hastily appear in front of you. The fingers from his other hand pull your mouth open and he shoves the cum covered ones inside, making you gag instantly. He rams them in and out of your mouth, barely giving you any time to properly suck on the cum. Flecks of the fluid fly out of your mouth along with your own saliva. Tears fall without a warning, your gag reflex working overtime.
Stuâs fingers fuck your mouth until all of the cum is virtually gone from them. When he finally pulls them out, your body completely collapses. It trembles furiously from all the overstimulation, unable to hold itself up.
Stu gives you a big wet kiss on your cheek and slaps his now-limp cock onto your bare ass. You can only whimper in response, your body too heavy to move any part of it right now. Your vision is blurry, but through it you manage to make out Billy, with his sweaty complexion and rumpled clothes back on his body, talking down to you.
âYou stay put until we can get everyone to piss off. Weâll be back for round two.â
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Thinking about big strong men who could easily overpower me, who could easily harm me or use me however they want. But who start trembling once I raise my voice at them. Falling to their knees, desperately clinging to my clothes, begging to be told what they did wrong so that they could make it up to me.
They take up more than half the bed yet they wanna be babied, taken care of. Tell them how pathetic they look begging for affection, begging to suck on your tits and have their hair played with while their pants get tighter before you even get to take your bra off. Aren't they so cute when they struggle to sit on your lap? "Mommy please I know I'm heavy but I need it please please please"
Completely and utterly at your mercy. And unbelievably shameless. "Mhm please...stuff my mouth! I need to suck on something! Anything please!"
They don't leave your side. Scary dog privilege my ass. No one messes with you when they see him walking behind you on the streets but what they don't see is the way his legs are shaking, the way his ass is clenching around that vibrating butt plug. And that's not even a punishment, he begged for it! Begging to be used at all times. Can you even refuse him when he's so fucking polite? Make him beg even harder for the small pathetic ounce of stimulation he wants when he's already on the floor sobbing like it's the end of the world just because it hurts how hard he is for you at all times. He craves it. Relief, a brief touch, anything to make the tantalizing ache go away. But his mind is so messy he doesn't even know if he wants to cum till nothing comes out of his abused cock or if he wants to be edged to the point he starts speaking unintelligible nonsense.
"Mhm~ don't know! Do something pleaseee! You know I...ahh I need something please..."
"What is it, sweet thing? Use your words. How can mommy help her puppy hm?"
"Nhg~ don't knoowww mommy...need you...lots...want yes want...mommy!"
And you laugh at him. The whole situation is just so fucking funny, yet it melts your heart at the same time. Seeing how reliant he is on you. Seeing how vulnerable he allows himself to become in front of you. The level of trust that takes.
And you wipe away his tears and kiss his lips gently, taking care of your pretty boy to the best of your abilities. Making him feel so good.
And he thanks you over and over again. "Mommy thank you! I love you! Love you love you love you soo much! What can I do for you, mommy? Wanna make mommy feel good, please!"
He'd gladly do whatever you say. "You want me to eat you out? Yes yes yes! Mommy tastes so good! Hold my face and fuck it! Fuck my mouth please! Please...." Even better if you want his fingers inside you since his cock is already too sensitive for your soft and warm walls to wrap around. He'll worship your pussy as well as he can. Long thick fingers curling just right inside you, his soft skin intensifying the pleasure he was giving you. "Am I doing it right, mommy? Am I a good boy? Mhm~ mommy does it feel good here?" And it does. He's a good boy and his yours. Your good boy.
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say my name: sunghoon
pairing: sunghoon x afab!reader word count: 6.9k
synopsis: you never liked sunghoon. matter of fact, you hate him. he annoys you and makes your blood boil. what makes it worse is heâs your neighbor, attends the same college as you, and even worked his way into your friend group. you refuse to say his name, but he has plans to make you scream it.
genre: neighbors!au, enemies to lovers, smut.
warnings: swearing, reader has an attitude problem, mutual masturbation, using readers spit to jerk off, fingering, cum eating, unprotective sex, doggie, hair pulling, lmk if I missed anything!
You gripped the bedsheets, knuckles turning white and mouth going slack as moans escaped your lips. One of his hands left your hips and moved to your head, pushing your long hair from your face before connecting it to the side of your face, pressing you further into the sheets, another moan leaving your mouth.Â
He chuckled, âYeah? You like that huh?â his hand at your hip squeezed and shoved you further onto him, using more force into his other hand to press your face harder into the sheets, âSuch a dirty fucking girl.âÂ
You exhaled out, âI fucking hate you,â but had the biggest smirk on your lips as he used every force possible to fuck into you.Â
Sunghoon smirked at the look on your face, âNo you donât,â he cooed, his hand on your face moving to the top of your head, grasping a fistful of your hair and yanking, pulling you up and connecting your back to his chest, âSay my name,â he growled into your ear, letting go of your hair and snaking his hand down to your heat, middle finger circling your clit in perfect rhythm with his thrusts, âSay. My. Name.âÂ
Your head spun as you thought back on how you ended up in this situation with his cock so deep inside you.Â
You hated him the moment he moved in next door. You hoped whoever your neighbor would be that they would be better than the last one. The last neighbor you shared a wall with was loud, always yelling at something, banging on the walls, watching TV way too loud, and for whatever reason would leave their apartment door open to âget fresh air,â when in reality you thought it was to shove whatever terrible smell they had inside out.Â
You were so thankful when you saw your new neighbor was your age. He was handsome, looked smart, was quiet, seemed clean and his best friends were hot.Â
But you learned soon enough that he was a prick and your hate for him started.Â
Your first interaction with him was asking if he could turn his music down because it was three in the morning and you had work that following morning.Â
He opened the door wide, wearing nothing but his tight blue boxers that clearly showed his boner. His hair was a mess, and the giggles of two females could be heard from his bedroom. You tried to drown out their giggles and keep your eyes on his, terribly failing and staring down at his chest, absâŚhis cock.Â
He smirked, leaning closer to you, âLike what you see? Want to join us?â Anger filled you instantly. Who the fuck did this prick this he was? He barely moved in a few days ago, has TWO other females in his apartment, and is hitting on you when he doesnât know you?
You snarled, âJust turn the damn music down!âÂ
He, in fact, did not turn the music down but turned it up.Â
The rest of that week was hell. Music, alcohol, other females, and his friends flew in and out of that apartment, making you sleep less and less every day.Â
When classes started back up that following week, to your dismay, you walked into your microbiology class to see him sitting in the corner of the classroom. His hands shoved into his black hoodie, eyes locking onto yours. He smirked, leaning forward into his chair, resting his elbows on the table, and giving you a wink.Â
If you could drop this class and take it another semester you would. But you were so close to being done with your prerequisites for your major that there was no point in dropping it. Plus you wouldnât let your prick of a neighbor ruin this for you.Â
Except he made class hell too. Tossing notes your way, giving you winks, and biting his lips. Always having a comeback to your answer when the professor would ask questions.
You discovered through the class that his name was Park Sunghoon, and the moment you knew his name was the moment you vowed to never say it. To not let that tainted name leave your lips.Â
Sunghoon only did more to piss you off as time went on. Walking around outside the apartment practically naked, running his hands over his body, and winking at you. Always teasing you at college by how you âwantedâ him.Â
What made things worse, he somehow befriended your best friend. Yunjin invited you to a party one night and you gladly accepted it, wanting one night away from the apartment building and away from Sunghoon.Â
You walked into the party, expecting to be embraced by your best friend, but instead saw the door being opened by Jake, one of Sunghoonâs hot best friends.Â
âOh shit! Hey YN!â his Aussie accent blurted out, âYouâre friends with Yunjin too?âÂ
Too?
You peered into her house, seeing Sunghoonâs arm wrapped around her shoulders, red solo cups in their hands as they laughed together with not only your friends but also his.Â
Yunjinâs eyes widen in excitement at seeing Jake lead you into her house, âYNNIE!!!âÂ
She released herself from Sunghoon and embraced you quickly, âI have some people I want you to meet!âÂ
She introduced you to Sunghoon and his friends, the awkward smile on Sunghoonâs face showed that he had zero clue you were best friends with Yunjin.Â
âNo shit!â Jay exclaimed, âYouâre best friends with YN?! Sunghoon is her neighbor!âÂ
Yunjin, mostly in her drunken state, was more excited than she should be, âOH EM GEEE!!â she clapped her hands, âWe can be one big happy friend group!â
You found out from Yunjin that she and Sunghoon have a few classes together and even already hung out a few times around campus with his friends when you were busy.Â
You wanted to break up the friendship but felt way too guilty and didnât want to be that person to break away a friendship.Â
So you sucked it up.Â
For months you tried to act normal, but Sunghoonâs flirting and his teasing only got worse. Making you hate him even more. Oh, but it fueled him to continue.Â
Even after almost a year, you refused to call him by name, referring to him as stupid, idiot, idiot penguin(after finding out he was a figure skater), and simply just a prick.Â
You twirl your pencil between your fingers, listening to Heeseung and Yunjin talk about the League of Legends match they had last night. Jake cutting into the conversation.Â
âYeah yeah nerds, I have something to say.âÂ
Sunghoon glanced up at his best friend from his homework, âWhat could be more important than their league match?âÂ
âWhat the idiot penguin said,â you chimed in, eyes going back down to your homework.Â
âAre we still going with the idiot penguin?â Sunghoon scoffed, âItâs been a year, YN,â he rolled his eyes, âI have a name.â
You shrugged, standing by your statement of never saying his name.Â
Your friend group soon figured out whatever enemies thing you two had going on but never addressed it, hoping you two would figure it out on your own.Â
âAnyways,â Jay said, âWhat is important?âÂ
Jake smiled, âLetâs go to the next city over and party.âÂ
Chaewonâs eyes lit up, âYou know, why not?âÂ
Yunjin even seemed interested.Â
Your little small town had bars and one shitty club. Neither was worth walking into. Going the next city over for a night out didnât seem like a bad idea untilâŚ
âWe can get a hotel!â Yunjin said, âThat way we donât have to rush back home and can actually get drunk.âÂ
You were on board until the hotel was brought up, âNo. Absolutely not.âÂ
Sunghoon narrowed his eyes at you, knowing perfectly well why you didnât want to, âGet over it, youâre going. All of us are.âÂ
You protested the whole week against going, yet you found yourself in the very backseat of Chaewonâs car sitting right next to Sunghoon.Â
You rolled your head back onto the headrest, crossing your arms with a groan, âCan someone PLEASE switch seats with me?âÂ
âNO!â everyone else shouted. Sunghoon just sitting in silence, his arms also crossed, eyes locked onto whatever could be so interesting outside the car.Â
Youâve only been in the car for an hour and a half, yet it was killing you already.Â
âYou really need to get over whatever hate you have for him,â Yunjin said earlier in the day as she shoved her duffle bag into the trunk, âI donât understand it, everyone else is fine with each other besides you two.âÂ
You crossed your arms, âHeâs just a prick. Has been since Iâve met him.âÂ
Yunjin rolled her eyes, âYou arenât even sure if he even did have a threesome with those girls.âÂ
She wasnâtâŚwrong. But by the way, his dick was hard in thoseâŚtight boxers, thereâs no way he didnât fuck them both.Â
âIdiot penguin didnât really do a good job of defending himself if he wasnât, plus he asked ME to join them.âÂ
Yunjin just sighed, âHe hates when you call him that, he actually wants to be friends with you, ya know. We are all friends, you live right next door to each other, just try to get along tonight, okay?âÂ
Yet here you were in the backseat with him wanting nothing more than to jump out of the window and let every car hit you.Â
The sun started to set, and everyone one by one (except Chaewon and Jay who were driving and the passenger) fell asleep.Â
A small bump in the road was enough to wake you from your sleep. You yawned and then the pain of the way your body was twisted into the seat kicked in.Â
With a soft groan, you shifted yourself up, eyes wandering down your legs seeing them draped over Sunghoonâs lap.Â
His eyes were wide and lips tucked between his eyes as he stared down at your legs. You shifted in your seat, ready to yell at him and pull your legs back but when your foot grazed over his crotch, you were in more shock than he was when realizing you were awake, head snapping to you so fast.Â
âYNâŚâ he whispers, eyes darting to the front of the car then back to you, âItâs notââ
âThen what is it you prick?!â you whisper back. He had a fucking hard-on?! What the hell was he thinking and doing with your legs?!
Sunghoon quickly placed his hand over his hard cock, trying to conceal it as if it would help make the situation better.Â
It didnât.Â
âAnd now youâre touching yourself?!â you whispered in a snap, âYouâre such a pervert you prick!âÂ
Sunghoon narrowed his eyes down at you, âWill you shut the fuck up and listen for a second, ya?â you thinned your lips in a line, waiting. âYou at some point in your sleep shoved your legs into my lap. It woke me up and I was so close to shoving you off me, but you looked peaceful and Jay made me promise to not start shit with you.â Ahhh so they all were in on trying to get you two to play nice, âSo I left you alone, but you started shifting around andâŚâÂ
And he got a fucking boner just from your legs.Â
âYou have a leg fetish or something?â you raise a brow at him.Â
Only for your legs.Â
Sunghoon shook his head, âYouâre fucking crazy.âÂ
But maybe he was the crazy one. Ever since heâs met you, heâs wanted nothing more than to fuck that attitude out of you. To fuck all that hate you have for him out. To turn that scrunched face full of anger every time you look at him into a relaxed sexual face with you moaning out his name.Â
Heâs never once heard you call him by name. Even when heâs texted you about stuff about hanging out with everyone or for class or homework or literally anything about the apartment you always call him some wack ass name.Â
Sunghoon has it as his goal to get you to say his name. Whether thatâs by him fucking you into the next year, or gaslighting you into saying it somehow. He preferred option one.Â
He found you so ridiculously sexy. Your attitude always got him going and he couldnât explain why. Maybe itâs because he wanted to fuck that attitude out, maybe itâs because over the year of knowing you, heâs grown a little crush. Loving the way your eyes light up when a strawberry alcoholic beverage of any kind is placed in front of you. Loving how you smile when you see animals and how you dance around with Yunjin in her living room.Â
He found it so sexy how you give back every ounce of bullshit he threw at you. So sexy when you wear your tight sweatpants that shape your ass do fine. Finding the small mole above your naval so cute and attractive, mostly when you wear tight crop tops or shorter shirts that lift when you stretch showing off your tummy.Â
Sunghoon was so down bad for you in many ways that even he wasnât able to understand it.Â
He hated you to a degree, but only in a way to keep himself from feeling things he shouldnât for you.Â
âIâm crazy?â you burned holes into his eyes when he nodded, âSays the one who got a boner over my legs.âÂ
Sunghoon couldnât hold it back anymore, slowly palming his cock, âYeah? And what about it? Your legs are so fucking sexy.â Sunghoon loved your legs and wanted to rub his hands up and down them. Wanted to squeeze the plush of your thighs. Wanted them to straddle him.Â
You could see it in his eyes, the way his pupils were starting to look blown out and filled with so much lust. Heâs never looked at you like that before.Â
It made your cheeks flush and made you speechless. Your eyes wandered away from his and down to the hand palming himself, watching as his hips slowly shifted up with each stroke of his palm.Â
It sent heat down your body and pooled between your legs. You hated him, so why was watching him stroke himself so hot to you? Making you want to continue watching him.Â
âOh, you so want me,â he whispered, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, slowly sliding his hand down his sweatpants and boxers, letting out a soft grunt and he flung his head back into the headrest, keeping his eyes locked with yours.Â
You watched how the moonlight and street lamps shined on him as he fucked up into his fist slowly.Â
âPrick,â you whispered back at him, closing your thighs together in hopes of concealing the rising heat between them. But Sunghoon notices everything.Â
âYouâre so wet, arenât you? All just from watching me? So dirty.â He was making your blood boil. But the slick between your legs was worse than your anger at the moment, and you knew that he could see it too.Â
âShut up,â you closed your legs tighter, trying to fight yourself from looking at him, from looking at how his hand moves under his sweatpants.Â
âTouch yourself.âÂ
Your eyes widened, âExcuse you?!âÂ
âShut the fuck up!â he snapped, making you realize you said that a bit too loud, with a groan he repeated himself, âI said touch yourself.âÂ
You snarl at him, opening your mouth to fight back but ultimately stopping when he pulls his hand from his pants and lifts his hips to slide them down to his thighs.Â
He looked back at you as he wrapped his hand back around himself, a smirk raising, âClose your mouth, you might start drooling, YN.âÂ
You didnât realize how wide you let your jaw drop at his sizeâŚhe was huge. Maybe that day you told him to turn his music down, his cock showing wasnât because of how tight his boxers wereâŚ
You closed your mouth, sliding your back into the seat and slouching down, running your thighs even more together.Â
Sunghoon was loving the way you were looking at him. Loved how you kept darting your eyes back and forth between his face and cock. Oh, the way heâll tease you about this until his last breath.Â
He leaned towards you a bit, rubbing his thumb over the tip to spread his precum, âTouch yourself, YN.âÂ
Your heart was racing, your body on fire. You wanted to. So bad. But didnât want to give him that satisfaction.Â
Sunghoon let a small moan leave his lips, and you were done for.Â
You slid your hand down your shorts, your fingers working their way to spread your slick around your clit.Â
âThatâs it, baby,â he whispers, eyebrows furrowing, âKeep going.âÂ
You stared down at his cock, watching how he bucked his hips in movement with his hand, seeing how his precum leaked from the tip.Â
But then he released himself, reaching over and stopping his hand below your mouth, âSpit.âÂ
You didnât hesitate, dripping your saliva into a small pool in his hand. Sunghoon could have came just by the eye contact you gave him as you gave him your spit. Like holy fucking shit it was hot.Â
Sunghoon spreads your saliva over his cock, hitting his head back into the headrest as his hand glides so easily up and down his shaft, âOh, fuck.âÂ
You bit your lips and pressed two fingers inside you, letting small and quiet whimpers escape just loud enough for him to hear.Â
Sunghoon wanted you to expose yourself as he has to you, reaching his free hand to the hem of your shorts and tugging, âPullâem down.âÂ
So you did. Releasing your fingers from your cunt only long enough to push your shorts and panties down to your ankles and pumping your fingers back into you.Â
Sunghoon hissed at see you finger fuck yourself. Loving how your hips rolled in time with your fingers. God, he wished it was his fingers inside you.Â
He looks up to you, seeing that your eyes were still locked onto his cock. He slouched more down into the seat, giving himself more room to pump himself and give you a better view.Â
You bit your lips tighter and pushed your fingers in faster, knowing damn well you were covering the seat in your juices. But you didnât care at that moment.Â
Sunghoonâs hand was on your thigh, spreading your leg more apart, giving you that access to finger fuck yourself faster.Â
It was driving him up a wall at how you looked right now. Youâve only ever shown him faces of anger, but right now youâre showing him the faces you make when horny and touching yourself. And oh god he was loving it.Â
He wanted you to look at him while touching yourself. He wanted to see the face youâd make when you cum, wanting you to watch him cum.Â
âHey, YN,â he was barely able to whisper, âEyes on me.âÂ
You locked eyes with him, chills being sent down your spine at his fucked out expression. You couldnât help but let your imagination run wild. Is this how he looks when heâs having sex? So out of it and lustful?Â
You wondered how heâd fuck you while you straddled him. Would his hips buck up like they are doing into his fist? Would he go faster? Harder? The thoughts were endless as you stared back into his eyes.Â
His mouth slightly opened, his lips swollen from how hard he was biting them to keep his moans compressed. He let out small grunts, eyes quickly looking down at how covered your hand was with your wetness, wanting to unbuckle himself and grab you by your thighs until your back was touching the bottom of the seat as he spreads your legs and fucked himself into you.Â
The thoughts were enough to send him over the edge, âYN,â he whispered.
âHmm?â
âIâm fixing to cum.âÂ
Your body tensed, fingers moving faster, âCum then,â you whispered back, your thumb now doing circles on your clit as you pumped yourself.Â
âMâcumming,â he said with a deep inhale, tucking his lips back between his teeth as he released, his cum leaking out so perfectly and down his hand.Â
âFuck,â you whimper, working your fingers faster.Â
Sunghoon slid his boxers up first, wiping his cum on the inside of his boxers due to not having anywhere else to do so, then slid his sweatpants back over his hips.Â
He locked his eyes back to yours, seeing how desperate you looked wanting to cum too. He slides his eyes down to your cunt. If it were his hands thereâŚyou would have came twice by now.Â
You wanted to release terribly, but the angle of your hand and the small of the backseat made it difficult for you to chase out that climax. You tensed as you tried to reach for it, calling for it.Â
Your body froze when Sunghoonâs hand grabs yours, pulling your fingers out of your cunt, âLet me help.âÂ
Usually, youâd protest and yell at him. Call him a prick. Shove him away. But right now you wanted to cum and that priority was above all else.Â
He replaced your fingers with his. His long fingers slid into you so gracefully, âFuck youâre so wet,â he moans softly, angling his hand in the perfect spot as he hit your g-spot. Sunghoon couldnât believe he was feeling you in his hand, feeling your slick pool in his palm, feeling you clench around his fingers. He was already getting hard again.Â
âFeels good baby?â he whispers in your ear and all you do in response is nod.Â
Something about his fingers was driving you crazy. The way they hit your g-spot with such ease, the way his thumb brushed against your clit with each movementâŚ
âSay my name,â he says into your ear, pumping his fingers in you faster.Â
âNo,â you say back, your hand flying to his wrist and squeezing it tightly.Â
âSay my name, YN,â he said again, curling his fingers so deep inside you, your climax nearing so fast you didnât have time to think, âSay my name baby.âÂ
You opened your mouth, not to say his name, but to moan as you came around his fingers and hand. Sunghoon acted fast enough to press his lips to yours, suppressing your moan from being too loud and letting the others find out what was happening in the back seat.Â
You closed your eyes at your release, Sunghoonâs fingers still moving inside you slowly, helping you chase out at high.Â
You kissed him back, without so much as a second thought, you kissed him back.Â
Maybe you did it as a way to thank him for helping you release, maybe you did it because you wanted to. The lines were blurred and you didnât know why you let him kiss you.Â
His fingers slid out from your cunt as he leaned more into you, his tongue spreading your lips apart and making its way into your mouth twirling the muscle around yours.Â
Once you came down from your high, your eyes opened wide, and shoved Sunghoon back to his side of the car. A chuckle left his lips, âBack to hating me?âÂ
âI never stopped hating you!âÂ
âRight,â he clicked his tongue, as he looked down at his hand covered in your cum, âThatâs not what your body said five minutes ago.âÂ
You wanted to call him his usual nickname but stopped short when he lifted his hand to his lips, tongue extending out and licking your cum from his palm then shoved his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.Â
Fuck she tastes so good.Â
Your face reddens, âPrick,âÂ
His eyes roamed down to your cunt, âPull your shorts up.âÂ
âI hate you.âÂ
â
Once you all arrived at the hotel and checked into your rooms, you quickly locked the door, sliding your back down the wood and covering your face in your hands.Â
The guilt of what happened was finally hitting you. You masturbated with him. Watch him cum down his hand and even let him make you cum. You let him kiss you, and shove his tongue down your throat.Â
You felt dirty and in need of a shower to wash away the guilt and feeling of his hand between your legs.Â
Everyone was supposed to meet down in the lobby twenty minutes after getting to their rooms to change and do whatever else before hitting up the club. It was plenty of time to shower and wash Sunghoon off you.Â
You scrubbed your body clean and even double-brushed your teeth before sliding into the dress Yunjin and Chaewon forced you to bring, âIt makes you look so hot!â Yunjin said, âFits you in all the right places!âÂ
Well, she was right. The red dress was made of silk and slid down your body perfectly as well as fit you perfectly. It was tight around your frame to show off your curves, shaping your ass and lifting your tits. You slid your feet into matching red sneakers, not caring enough to walk around in heels all night.Â
You arrived in the lobby, seeing that Jake and Sunghoon were the first ones there.
Just looking at Sunghoon not only brought back your moment in the car together but brought out a different feeling.Â
You could tell he also showered by how wet his hair still was. His hair was parted perfectly in its normal part, pieces sliding down into his face. His black button-up shirt was tight against his frame, showing his muscled arms and shoulders perfectly. Matching his shirt, he wore black pants that fit him perfectly in a loose way.Â
Jake mirrored his outfit but in white, going for a whole yin and yang thing. Which made sense for the two of them being best friends and all.Â
âWow,â Jake was the first to speak, âYou lookââ
âSexy,â Sunghoon finished for him, his gaze eyeing you up and down.Â
âYes! Sexy!âÂ
Sunghoon tried to not let his irritation with his best friend show as he watched him practically drool over you. If only Jake knew he was knuckles deep in your pussy not even an hour ago.Â
Hell, Sunghoon was trying to not drool over you right now. Red was definitely your color and it was doing something to him down in his pants. Especially with the way the tops of your breasts pooled over the top of that dress.Â
You noticed how he was eye fucking you, earning you to scrunch your nose at him and look away, putting your attention fully on Jake.Â
Shit, thereâs that attitude I want to fuck right out of her.Â
It didnât take much longer for the others to arrive and off to the club you all went.Â
The club was packed. The music you didnât quite care for and Sunghoon wouldnât let you out of his sight, following your every move like a hawk hunting his prey.Â
Everyone else had found their way to the dance floor, shaking some ass and grinding up on random strangers having the time of their lives. That could be you if you didnât have an idiot penguin on your heels.Â
You walked up to the bar, waving the bartender over, âYes maâam?â he said, his eyes immediately dropping to your cleavage.
âSheâll take a strawberry coconut rum with extra ice please, make it two,â Sunghoon answered for you.Â
You looked over at him, seeing how closely he stood next to you. Sunghoon wanted to touch you, have his hands on you to show every man in this club to back the fuck off.Â
âYou got it,â the bartender said, giving a small look of irritation at Sunghoon.Â
Sunghoon just smirked, eyes flickering to his name tag, âThank you, Choi Yeonjun.âÂ
Yeonjun just thinned his lips out, âYeah, youâre welcome.â Then he walked off to make the drinks.Â
Your glare at him didnât falter, âCan I help you?â Sunghoon asked.Â
âCan I help YOU? I can order my drinks myself.âÂ
âHe was literally eye fucking you, I had to do something.âÂ
You raised a brow at him, âHuh? Is it eating you up so much that other men are looking at me?âÂ
Yes because no one else is allowed to have you.Â
âWhy would I care about that? Itâs not them looking, itâs the fact they arenât just looking. They are undressing you with their eyes and I canât fucking stand it.âÂ
Youâve never seen Sunghoon soâŚprotective before. Heâs never batted an eye at you twice at the clubs and bars back home, letting any and every man hit on you as much as they wanted. What changed between then and now?Â
Yeonjun returned with your drinks, giving you a flirty smile and glare at Sunghoon before walking away again.Â
Sunghoon snarled at him.Â
âAnyway!â You snapped, âHow did you know what to even order me?âÂ
Sunghoon chuckled, taking a sip of the alcohol, âIâve known you for over a year, YN. Iâve seen what you drink when weâve gone out and at parties. I know you.âÂ
Somehow that hit hard to your heart, that he even paid that much attention to you outside of the constant teasing.Â
âYou hate me, why go through this trouble?â you scoffed, chugging down your drink quickly, wanting to already feel the buzz.Â
âI hate you, but not in the same way you hate me,â he finally admitted, âItâs not any trouble at all to protect you, Iâve always done it, always shooed off anyone who would hit on you for too long. You just never noticed it.âÂ
Your heart skipped a beat, your memory shoving back in time at every time someone hit on you, how theyâd flirt and touch your waist, only for them to leave to grab a drink and never return. Now you know why, Sunghoon got to them.Â
âWhat do you mean that you donât hate me the same way I hate you?âÂ
Sunghoon looked away from you, chugging down the last bit of his drink before tossing it back onto the bar counter and taking a deep breath in.Â
âYou hate me because of how I flirt with you, how I tease you about anything and everything. You hate me for how loud I blast my music, hate me for being loud when Heeseung, Jay, and Jake are over, hate me for the number of females Iâve brought in and out of my apartment, hate me because you think I had a threesome with those girls all that time ago when I actually didnât, by the way, I sent them home before anything else could happen. And you hate me for competing against you in class, hate me for joining your friend group, the list goes on. But me? I hate you because of how bad I want you.âÂ
He looked back at you, his face softened from his hardened look from earlier at Yeonjun. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was holding everything back.Â
Sunghoon wanted to yell at you for how stupid you were for not seeing how he felt about you. That his little teasing and acts of flirting were because he likes you. Yeah, he wanted to fuck your brains out along with that nasty attitude of yours, that ainât no lie, but the moment he first laid his eyes on you his heart wanted to jump out his chest. And after seeing the way you eyed him up that one day you went to yell at him about his music, it tipped him over the edge to always wanting to be that thorn in your side pissing you off. Because it was better than making you feel nothing at all for him.Â
Sunghoon sighs, âI hate you because I want you so bad. I hate you because you canât even dare say my name. I hate you for the things you make me feel. I fucking hate you for letting me kiss you in the car because now all I can think about is how Iâd get my lips back on yours.â
You stared blankly at him, before nervously shaking your head and letting out a chuckle, âRight. This is just your way of teasing me again.âÂ
âIf I wanted to tease you right now, Iâd bring up how badly you were gasping at my cock in the car.âÂ
âShut up!â You snapped, your face reaching the same shade as your dress.Â
He smirked at you, âAll that aside, I want you so fucking bad that I canât handle it anymore, and by how fucking wet you were for meâŚâ he took a step closer to you, face nearly inches apart from yours, âI know you want me so bad too.â
You swallowed, body shaking from how close he was to you right now. Sunghoon rested his forehead against yours, biting at his lower lip, âSay my name,âÂ
You lifted your face a bit, barely brushing your lips to his, âNo,âÂ
Sunghoonâs hands were now at your waist, fingers digging into that sexy dress of yours that he wanted to rip from your body, âGod I want to fuck that attitude out of you.â
Your heart was doing flips and you finally understood why: because of the feelings that ran deep within you that you sheltered up and locked away. Finally understanding thatâs why he made your blood boil at nearly existing. You were forcing the feelings you felt for him away.Â
You landed your hands on his biceps, rubbing your thumb over the muscle, âSay my name,â he said again.Â
You smiled, shaking your head.Â
Sunghoon just smirked back at you, taking a few steps back and guiding you with him, âI am going to get you to say my name.âÂ
You, for the first time, flirted back, âHow are you going to do that?âÂ
He didnât respond, just kept pulling you toward the entrance of the club and until you were back at the hotel and being shoved into his room.Â
His mouth found yours, his hands roaming every inch of your body as your fingers trailed down his shirt, undoing every button until the black fabric was lying somewhere on the floor.Â
Sunghoon shoved his tongue down your throat at the same time he found the zipper to your dress, pulling it down in a shift motion to get you out of it quickly.Â
His cock was twitching in his pants, so eager to be set free and find its new home inside your cunt.Â
The moment your dress hit the floor, you were shoved onto your back on the bed, his hands on your hips and pulling you to the edge, looping his fingers into your panties nearly ripping them off you.Â
âSo fucking needy,â you teased him, âWant me that bad?âÂ
Sunghoon hissed, âYou have no fucking idea.âÂ
He towered over you, pressing his lips back to yours as his fingers slipped into your soaked pussy. You moaned against his mouth, closing your thighs around his hand.Â
âSay my name,â he said once again, âI wanna hear you say it.âÂ
You bit your lip, ushering out another no.Â
Sunghoon was going insane for this little game of yours, it turned him on more than heâd like to admit. Maybe he was actually crazy.Â
âSay my name,â he said as he pushed his fingers into you harder, curling his fingers at your g-spot, âScream my name and I might consider letting you cum.â
You slid your hand down to your clit, working your fingers against it, âThat's fine, Iâll just make myself cum.âÂ
Sunghoon groaned, swatting your hand from your clit and removing his fingers. Both hands grabbing at your waist and flipping you over, lifting your ass up and making your back arch, âShit I canât wait to fuck that attitude of yours away.âÂ
âFunny you think thatâs something that can be done,âÂ
He took a handful of your hair and lifted you up, letting out a âWatch me,â in a whisper against your ear, then shoved you back down into the sheets.Â
You heard the sound of his pants hitting the floor, then felt his tip prod at your entrance, âPrickâŚâÂ
âWhat was that?âÂ
âPriââ
Before you could make out the word, he shoved his length into you, bottoming out then pushing himself back out and then in, not giving you any time to adjust to his size.Â
You didnât care though, the pleasure was far too great as he fucked into you like you were a bitch in heat, âGonna fuck you so good youâll start thinking twice before giving me attitude again.âÂ
And thatâs how you ended up here, back pressed so tightly against his chest as his cock and fingers worked their magic on your body.Â
You reached your hands up and behind his, fingers tangling into his hair as your brain became foggy.Â
He fucked into you with the full intention of getting you to scream his name. Of getting you to come so unglued on his cock youâll be begging him to fuck you some more.Â
Even with these goals in mind, Sunghoon couldnât believe he had your body pressed up against his, cock so balls deep into your cunt, and hearing your moans so crystal clear in his ear. He loved it. Loved how much of a mess he was making of you.Â
He worked his middle finger faster against your clit, âSay my name,â he begged, âSay my fucking name.âÂ
You bit down on your lip, trying with any willpower left that you had to keep from screaming his name. From giving him exactly what he wanted.Â
Sunghoon kept trying and wasnât going to stop until his name left your lips. Heâll fuck you until the sun starts raising if he had to, all to hear your pretty voice speak his name.Â
Your climax was fast approaching, you wanted to cum so bad, and you knew what you had to do to reach it, finally letting go.Â
âSunghoon,â you softly moaned.Â
âLouder,â he growled.Â
âSunghoon,â you moaned again.Â
âLouder!âÂ
âSUNGHOON,â you screamed at the same time you came on his dick, his fingers and thrusts did not slow long down.Â
âFuccckkkk yessss,â he groaned, removing his fingers from your clit and using all his weight to push you back down into the sheets, his hands taking yours and lifting them above your head, pounding into you faster and harder than before.Â
You chanted his name, losing your breath at the ecstasy that filled you.Â
âThatâs it, baby, scream my name like itâs the only name youâll ever know.âÂ
You continued to moan his name, making it music to his ears and filling his heart with such happiness he didnât think was possible.Â
âFuck, you love hoonieâs cock, ya? Love the way I give it to you?â
âHoonie,â you cried out, âFucking love your cock so much.âÂ
Sunghoon gripped his hands tighter around yours, âCum for me again baby, you can do it.âÂ
You released on him again, your eyes seeing stars.Â
He pushed your legs further apart with his knees and fucked harder into you, âIâm so in love with you,â he admitted, âI love that stupid ass attitude of yours, I love fucking that attitude out, I love the way you say my name and love the way you look at me while I fuck you. I love you.âÂ
You lifted your head, barely being able to look at him, but you did. You were looking up at him with such endearment. Like he was the one who put the stars in the sky just like heâs the one making you see them right now.Â
âSunghoon,â he came undone at how softly you said his name, his seed unloading into your gummy walls, slowing his thrust as he chased down his high, âI love you too.âÂ
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You both sat hand in hand in the backseat, Sunghoon pinching your cheeks in a teasing manner as he rubbed his nose against yours, his smile so wide.Â
âHey,â Jay called from the front seat, âWhat the fuck happened with you two?âÂ
Heeseung groaned and slung his head onto the headrest, âYou donât even want to know! They were fucking each other's brains out all night.âÂ
Chaewon yawned at the driver's seat, âBe lucky you didnât have a room next to his.âÂ
âNo for real,â Heeseung added, âI got so tired hearing how many times he asked YN to cum for him. Wanted to shove pencils down my ears.âÂ
Sunghoon slapped his friend's chest, âBring earphones next time buddy.âÂ
Jake and Yunjin looked at each other confused at what happened between their best friends, but going along anyway. Jake always knew Sunghoon had feelings for you and saw how he bottled it up. Jake guessed last night was Sunghoonâs tipping point. And Yunjin always knew youâd break at some point and accept Sunghoon, she just didnât expect it to be as a lover.Â
âAnyway,â Jay said rubbing his temples, âLetâs hit the road, I have work tomorrow and need to sleep off more of this hangover.âÂ
Chaewon then started the drive back home.Â
Sunghoon rested his face back against yours, bringing your lips to his, âSay my name again.âÂ
âSunghoon,â you whispered between kisses, âSunghoon, Sunghoon, Sunghoon.â
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