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The plane was filled with soldiers, all getting ready to land and start the mission. Everyone was preparing in their own way. Some people were listening to music; others were reading either a novel or the mission briefing. There were the quiet ones, their eyes closed, and their head leaned back against the wall behind them. Simon was one of those. Before missions, he wanted to be in his own bubble. Heâd drown out the noise around him, go through the plan again and again until it was in his blood. But this timeâŠhe couldnât. Because of you.
âLoveâŠâ he sounded exasperated as he addressed you. ââŠwhat are you doing?â You glanced up at him before your attention returned to the project in your hands. âCrocheting, why?â He watched you for a few moments, the way your eyebrows were pulled together in concentration and your tongue peeked out from between your lips. You looked adorable. âNothing, just curious, babe.â He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple, ignoring the mask separating the two of you. By now, the pair of you were used to it.
Simon closed his eyes again and thought back, trying to remember if he had ever seen you crochet before, but nothing came up. This must be your first project. He couldnât help but peek at you again, especially at your project. He desperately wanted to know what you were creating, but before he could ask, Price came up to him, gathering his attention.
âReady?â Simon nodded and got to his feet. Unlike most of the other soldiers, the 141 was going to parachute out of the plane. He turned to look at you one more time, reaching down and tilting your head up to kiss you properly. âSee you soon, love.â You smiled, though he could see the fear in your eyes. âSee you soon, Si. Be careful.â He nodded, before joining the rest of his team.
The mission was cruelling, and he couldnât wait to be back in your arms. They spent two weeks in enemy territory, trying to get the intel they needed. The rest of the soldiers were used in different missions to keep attention away from the task force. And it worked. After those two weeks, they had what they needed and returned to camp, where you were already waiting.
Being a medic, you rarely ventured out onto the field. Mainly, you stayed at wherever the base camp was and waited for patients to come to you. But when news traveled that the 141 was on its way back, everyone knew not to bother you. After all, you would never forgive whoever kept you from Simon. And the moment you saw him, you jumped into his arms. âI missed you.â He chuckled, holding you tightly. âI missed you too, sweetheart. Come, letâs rest a bit, yeah?â
The plane back to Britain would leave the next day, so you had a few hours to relax before that. Thankfully, the task force members all had their individual tents, so you could enjoy the downtime without Simon having to wear the mask. However, when he immediately wanted to get into bed and cuddle, you had to send him off to shower first. He stunk. Plus, it gave you time to prepare your little surprise.
When Simon returned to his tent, he found you kneeling on the field bed, wearing only one of his shirts and panties, while hiding something behind you. âOh? What did I do to earn this?â You chuckled and shook your head. âGet your mind out of the gutter, Si. Iâm not having sex surrounded by horny soldiers.â The faux disappointed look on his face made you laugh again before you waved him closer. âBut I do have a surprise for you.â
He stepped closer to you, even kneeling down right in front of you when you asked him to. âOkay, close your eyes.â The way he didnât even hesitate, the way he trusted you, made your heart swell with love. And though it wasnât what you actually wanted to do, you couldnât help yourself but lean in and press a soft and short kiss to his lips. âKeep them closed.â
Finally, you brought out what you had been hiding behind your bag and pulled it over his hair. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open and he looked up, confused as to what you just placed on his head. âItâs not perfect, honestly, itâs the first time I even tried crocheting, butâŠâ Simon stood up and grabbed the broken piece of glass he used as a mirror. ââŠwhen I saw it online, I just had to make it. Once Iâm better, Iâll make it again, I promise. JustâŠdo you like it?â
Simon stared at the beanie on his head, it was black and fit perfectly. âI love it. Thank you, babe.â You grinned and bounced to his side. âThereâs more.â While making sure that he was still looking into the poor excuse of a mirror, you gently unfolded the edge of the beanie until it was a balaclava covering Simonâs face. A soft gasp escaped him when he realized why you wanted to make it for him. âThis way, if you ever feel uncomfortable in public, you can just roll it down, you know?â
Without a word, Simon placed the âmirrorâ down and spun around, pulling you into a tight hug. âI love you so damn much. I donât deserve you, my love.â You chuckled, happily wrapping your arms around his neck. âI love you too, big guy. Now, cuddles?â With a grin, he nodded and picked you up, carrying you to the bed, where he laid down with you on top of him, the both of you quickly falling into a deep slumber.
A/N: This one is long...oops. Based on this TikTok. Also, I don't usually post on Sundays, but this is a little thank you for all the love you guys showed me recently and for 3000 followers! Hope you like it!
#ghost#ghost x reader#ghost fanfiction#ghost cod#cod#cod fanfiction#cod x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley fanfiction#simon riley#ghost simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#fanfiction
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introducing.... ndn!matt !!! (nextdoor neighbor)
warning!! this is NOT a story yet. im planning to make it one but not anytime soon. for right now its blurbs and headcannons!!! ask away about their relationship!!
- ndn!matt whos... known for being the "shyest" out of his brothers.
-ndn!matt who... you unfortunately met the last when you went over to your best friend, chris's house.
-ndn!matt who... immediately stutters when you first say hi, immediately becoming shy after seeing bold you were.
-ndn!matt who... avoids you at all costs whenever you come over to see chris or nick, and prepares his room with snacks and drinks before you come over to avoid running into you.
-ndn!matt who.. when you do eventually see him for the first time since the 2 of you met, (which unfortunately was 4 months ago..) immediately tries walking away, but when you start a conversation, freezes up.
-ndn!matt who hasn't had good experiences with relationships and is currently not looking for a new one, anytime soon. (uh oh.)
-ndn!matt who denies all feelings for reader, because hes scared of her. but still jerks off thinking about her, every night.
-ndn!matt who hates the idea of loveâŠ.?
-reader who doesnât have romantic feelings towards matt.. yet.. but does still think hes very hot.
-reader who is lowkey a bitch. to those who disrespect her or people close to her. mostly.
-reader who DESPERATELY wants to leave somerville, no matter how happy she is here. baby just misses her home.
-reader who denies all feelings towards matt.
-reader who has mommy issuesâŠ.
-reader who cares about the triplets more than herself.
-reader who has been around matt max 5 times in the past 9 months of knowing him.
-reader who smokes to get her mind off of matt.
-reader who gets described as ânice in her own fucked up wayâŠâ by chris and nick, her closest friends.
-reader who loves jimmy and marylou and talks about them like her own parents.
-reader who gets deathly wet seeing matt in his glasses, or seeing him in general.
backstory...
when you first heard you had to move from your beautiful, quiet, town in east coast florida to somerville, massachusetts, you were much less than happy.
it was sophomore year of high school when your parents divorced and your mom dragged you along with her to her beloved homecity. you didn't want to be there, and you wanted to go home. unfortunately, that option is long gone off the table! in your first class of the day, pre-calc, you got assigned to a relatively handsome boy who seemed somewhat reserved, possibly due to not wanting to be there. both of you guys hit it off, immediately.
you learned his name was chris, and that he's a triplet to 2 other brothers, and has a older brother named justin. he told you how his 4-minute older brother was named nick, and was gay, and how it seemed like you and him would get along. then, he told you about his 2-minute older brother named matt. he described him as somewhat, shy, and kept to himself if he wasn't around his close family and close friends. as time went on, you later discover that you and nick both have art together, which to no surprise and chris's words, you bonded.
as weeks went by, chris invited you over to hangout with him and nick and to meet matt, which ultimately led to founding out you moved right next door to the infamous triplets. when you walked in, you saw a boy with his headphones in sitting in an armrest, and 2 other boys sitting on the couch, patiently waiting for your arrival. chris and nick greeted you, and led you to meet matt. as you walked up, matt's eyes flickered up, his jaw slightly dropping as he took out his left airpod. "hi, im y/n." "h-hi. 'm matt."
#matt sturniolo#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets#mattsredgaphoodie#matt sturniolo fanfic#ndn!matt
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talks about my own damn post in your inbox i guess but i think a good part of the bros' trusting peppino is like. pizzahead can so easily buy out or win over basically anyone who stands against him and peppino is like the ONE guy they knew for sure that wasn't gonna happen with. he might not have cared/known about their plight, but he also didn't seem to have any ulterior motives that would make their lives more hell if he got the treasures, so that was...really as much as they could ask for given the circumstances
I like the idea of this đ€ Like maybe there were other people theyve seen immediately take the money, like randos but also some of the bosses. So their only hope was someone who wasnt going to be talked or bribed into leaving this tower alone. I can see ph still trying to buy his way into peppinos restaurant, even towards the endâŠlike ouuuhâŠfat and rude italian manâŠi dont HAVE to explode this shop, i can just buy it đ„șđ„șđ„ș please let me buy it đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș pweaseâŠ..đ„ș and peppino is so fucking determined to just smash everything into oblivion that that simply isnt an acceptable offer. Get ur ass beat. That is the only acceptable offer. And u know what? John will definitely put the small amount of faith he has in this man bc of it.
#answered#chattin#peppino#pillar bros#my thots are likeâŠ#gerome has loads more faith and optimism#and whatever hangups he had about peppino is immediately thrown away by the end of the first stage#whereas. i think of john w very little hope. afterall HE is the person falling apart at the seams. not gerome#and he would be a little offput that someone supposedly here to âsaveâ him is in it for his own reasons (reminds him of ph)#hes a lot more hopeful by the vigilante fight#and hes more or less patiently waiting for everything to come down by the final floor#(as opposed to waiting around; extremely hopeless and aimless)#and it is just so funny to me to have peppino be a hero in ANY way#he doesnt think of himself as one; and john certainly doesnt think of him as one#but he is exactly what they needed; a middle aged man swimmin in so much debt#that they would risk going into this fucking tower and kill themselves bc they only have one thing to lose#and its this fucking shop ph is threatening to obliterate#john just sittin there like. huh. i guess it makes sense. who else would be stupid enough to come here??#âpizzahead.â âwell u are not wrong about thatâ
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Bodyswap w/ Gojo part 2
part 1, here
Contains: fem reader, caught masturbating, teasing, dirty talk, rough sex :3, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, kinda selfcest?? (theyâre in each others bodyâs while they fuck), spanking
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"Ahh! F-fuck, mmm-" Gojo's voice could be heard from the other side of the door, with squelching accompanying the lewd moans into the hallway. Gojo pressed your body up to the door quietly, listening to you use his body to get off after telling him to not even look at yours in the shower. Someone's a little hypocrite~ he internally cooed, fighting back a giggle.
As full of Gojo was of himself, he wasn't the type of guy to get off on his own moans, but he did find it arousing that you were in his body and were using him like some slut for your own pleasure. He waited patiently until he heard his body cum, still pressed against the door until the sighing and shuffling on the other side of the door died before he knocked to announce his arrival.
Here the two of you lie, in your room in silence while Gojo stares at the poorly tucked away cum rag you used to clean up your mess under your bed. "Ahh~ I always feel so much better after a shower." He sighs, starting up a conversation. "Mmm, me too." You mumbled, still staring at the ceiling from your place on the bed. "Yeah? Why don't you go take one?" He asked, walking over to your bed and making himself comfortable as he lay against your pillows.
"Gross Satoru, I'm not taking a shower in this body, unless I have to.. and who said you could sit on my bed?" You chastized, setting yourself up on your forearms to look at him, finding that it was still hard to make eye contact. Every time you did you were reminded of what a pervert you had been, and how you probably almost got caught.
"No? You don't feel dirty?" He asked pouting out his bottom lip teasingly, insistent on keeping his eyes glued to yours even tho yours tried to avoid his like the plague. "Why would I feel dirty? You had your infinity on during the fight, you're spotless." You rambled. "Maybe, but don't you feel the need to wash up after you cum?" He said, leaning your head in his hands as he smiled at you from under your lashes.
You felt your entire body heat up at his words, you had the same feeling as when you took one too many candies as a kid and your parents called you out for it. You could feel your face heat up and your palms become sweaty. You tried to play dumb, making brief eye contact with your body and noticing the smug look Gojo had manipulated on its face, before plopping your head back down on the bed as you laid flat and made yourself at home by staring at the ceiling once more.
"W-why is that relevant?" You questioned, hoping somehow that Gojo hadn't somehow caught on to what you did in his body, you thought you had been so careful! "Playing coy doesn't sound good when it's coming from my voice~" He said, dragging out his words for emphasis as he sat straight, looking down at his form as you lay still on the bed. Fuck, how did his technique work again? He could teleport, right, maybe if you just closed your eyes realllly hard and focused you could excape this horribly awkward conversation.
You tried, you really did, but to no avail. When you opened your eyes you were still looking at your tan ceiling, and you still saw your body looking down at you through your peripherals. "Did it feel good?" He asked, making your face heat up. "It sounded like it felt good." He giggled. "Y-you were listening?" You gasped, looking into your eyes now as the two of you kept eye contact. "I don't think that really matters when you violated my body when I was away~" He cooed, making a strong point. You still couldn't help but feel embarrassed thinking about how much me might've heard.
"S-Satoru I'm sorry, really, I have no excuses I just- fuck I don't even know what came over me." You blushed, trying to keep eye contact with yourself to seem more sincere as you spoke to him. "Ahh~ I cant believe you would do this after you yelled at me to not even look at your body~" He said dramatically, wrapping your arms around your body to block off your view and make you look smaller as he pretended to feel violated.
The white-haired man was having so much fun right now, it wasn't every day he got to tease you like this, so he figured why not drag it out a bit. You started apologizing profusely, saying over and over how sorry you were before your own laugh cut you off. "S-sorry." He stuttered through a laugh, whipping his own smile off your face as he dropped your chin down to look at you in faux seriousness. Something told you he didn't care as much as he said he did.
"It's amusing to hear you grovel like this, I didn't mean to laugh out loud." He confessed, making your face heat up in annoyance. You were mad that you had zero ground to chastise him right now as if he really was upset about this whole thing, you didn't want to make it any worse. "It did feel good though right?" He asked again, biting your lip as he scooted closer to his body. "My cock is sooo sensitive I bet you were having a field day~ I don't blame you for not being able to stop~" He sympathized, using your hand to rub over his abs, a sensation that made your skin tingle under his touch.
"S-satoru-" You tried to interrupt him, "Did you play with my balls too? I never last long when I do that." He added, lowering his hand to rub over his v-line as he watched the tent in his pants grow slowly and steadily at his words. "Satoru what are you d-doing?" You managed to ask, his voice coming out meek and submissive. The man hummed, caressing his hand lower and lower until he reached the band of his sweats, teasing your fingertips under the waistline.
"I guess I'm just a little envious that you got to experience cumming in my body, and I didn't even get to look at yours~" He pouted, playing dumb. He made a good point, you had perved out on his own body like this when you set such strict rules for him, that he sounded like he actually followed. "So what does that mean?" You asked hesitantly, swallowing hard when he pulled back his pants and boxers before letting them snap back against your skin. "Well.. you must be a little curious to see what fucking something other than my hand feels like, right?" He asked, hitting the nail on the head.
"Satoru if you're talking about us having sex right now I don't-" Your voice cut you off, you felt a hand start to rub in tantalizing circles over the tent in your pants, and you quickly dropped your gaze away from your face to watch. "That's exactly what I had in mind~" He cooed, tilting his head at you while he rubbed his cock in your smaller hand. "Isn't that.. going to be uncomfortable?" You asked, surprising Gojo when you weren't immediately put off by the idea, the hand that was rubbing his cock definitely aiding in your answer.
"Does it feel uncomfortable?" He asked, sliding his hand under the waistband of his boxers as he gripped his cock with your hand and started stroking it directly. As good as pleasure felt in your body, he wished he could feel you touch his cock like this, but maybe after this, he would have an easier time getting you into bed when things went back to normal. "Hmm? Does it?" He cooed in your voice, making you blush at how seductive you sounded.
"F-feels good but-" You choked out through a moan, your breath hitching when Gojo slung your body to sit on top of himself as he used your free hand to cover his mouth, stopping your words. "Just look at me in the mirror if fucking your body is too weird~" He giggled, watching as your eyes looked past your body sitting on top of you as you made eye contact with Gojo's body in the mirror. "I for one don't mind looking at myself like this, I've definitely had a wet dream about this before." He giggled, easing your nerves at his unseriousness, you doubted he was joking either.
He released the hand that was covering your mouth as he pulled his boxers down enough for his dripping cock to spring out. "Fuck, are you that wet because of the situation, or is that all my body's doing?" He laughed, rubbing his pointer finger over the top of his dick as he tapped the precum agaisnt it, making a lewd wet 'plp' sound. "S-shut up." You groaned through your teeth, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten when he wrapped his hand around himself again and started stroking at a propper pace. "Shit, this is so weird, heh." Gojo laughed, the feeling of looking at himself while he jerked himself off, out of body, was truly an experience.
"This was y-your idea, don't complain now." You said in his voice, watching intently at his hand that moved over his cock expertly. His precise and knowledgeable movements felt a hell of a lot better than your own, and the visual of your hand dwarfed by his massive cock was a sight to behold, one that aided in your growing arousal. "Yeah, yeah." He said, briefly sitting up as he pulled your shorts and panties down your body, leaving his cock hanging twitching in the air between the two of you as he disrobed your body.
The man turned around and faced himself in the mirror as he sat on top of you, the bottom half of your body bare as he pulled your shirt over your body and feasted his eyes on your naked form. "Shit, actually.." He smirked, biting his lip as he ran your hands down your body seductively. "Fuck me like this, wanna watch your body move while you do it." He said, reaching behind you to grab his dick again and stroke it while he continued admiring your body.
"Satoru please don't look it's embarrassing." You begged, covering your face with his massive hands as your entire body felt like it was on fire from the arousal and combined embarrassment. "Im about to watch you get fucked, you might wanna get over your fears." He giggled. "Besides, you're fucking hot, can feel your body gettin' all horny from just lookin' at it." He confessed in your voice, making you whine. The man grabbed his dick and lifted his body over his cock, looking down to line it up with your entrance before he pressed the tip against your hole.
"W-wait Satoru a condom-" You warned when you felt him start to sit down on you. "Trust me, you do not want a condom on when you feel this." He said, gasping when his tip popped past the tight ring of your cunt. Every alarm that was going off in your head melted away when you felt the tight and warm sensation envelop his cock, you felt his balls twitch and tighten the more he sat down on his cock, you would worry about the lack of a condom later.
"Fuuuuuck, that's the shit~" He groaned, bottoming out on his cock while he placed his hands on his body's knees and stared at your body in the mirror, specifically where the two of you were connected. "I feel so fucking f-fulll~" He wined, wiggling his hips in circles on your lap as he tried to adjust to the feeling of having a cock inside him for the first time. His dick was pressing up against all the right spots in your walls he didn't even find when he was fingering your cunt earlier in the shower, this was a hundred times better than your pathetic digits, he started to understand why girls kept blowing up his phone after a one night stand now.
"I- I think I'm gonna cum- p-please don't move." You wined, using Satoru's massive hands to grip your body's waist hard enough to leave bruises as you tried to make sure he couldn't even wiggle around. "I wouldn't mind feeling that~" He said, referring to you filling him up. You tilted your head back and took some deep breaths to steady yourself. Your cunt was incredibly warm and wet it felt like it was going to melt his dick as he sat still on you. The strong warmth that had blossomed in your tummy was almost overbearing, and your head was spinning at all the stimulation.
You knew Gojo was experienced, so how did it still feel this good? How did it still feel so sensitive? Was it because it was your first time feeling anything like it? You chalked it up to that, your train of thought getting cut off when your voice spoke through the room.
"Can I move? This fucking cunt is aching for it." Satoru wined, trying to wiggle his hips in your strong grip. "I think so." You nodded when he looked at you for your approval. It was so freaky seeing someone else control your body, but the pleasure of your own cunt squeezing around the cock you temporarily had eased your nerves significantly. "You might have to help me out, never rode a dick before." He giggled in your voice, turning his head back to look at your body in the mirror as he lifted his weight until his dick was almost completely out of him, before he sat all of your weight back down on his cock.
"Oh- fuck-" Gojo wined in your voice, coming out a little more submissive than he would've liked. He quickly started a fast pace bounding on your lap, your jaw dropped open as you allowed yourself to feel everything. "Y-eah it feels fucking good d-doesn't it?" Gojo tried to laugh through a moan, your voice getting louder when you started fucking his hips up into your body, poisoning his dick in and out of the man who possessed your body.
Gojo was right, you could think of nothing worse than something like a condom blocking your direct contact from feeling your tight walls wrap around his cock like this. You were impressed by your strength in this body when you used your grip on the body on top of you to lift it up and bring it down harder on his cock, making him scream out while your breathing picked up.
"S-so roughh~" Gojo smiled at his current body in the mirror, abandoning one of his hands that had stabilized himself on your thigh to rub his clit in fast circles, making your walls squeeze his dick tightly. "God Satoru- loosen" thrust "up!" you grit in his voice, your eyes threatening to roll back in your head at how intense the feeling of your pulsing walls around his dick felt. "C-cant ohmygod c-cumming!" He cried suddenly, his back arching forward as your cunt spasmed around his cock.
You fucked him through his orgasm, loud short wines and curses fell from his lips as he came, his body jerked as the waves crashed over him, his body going limp in your hold. You took the opportunity to manhandle your body, quickly turning the two of you around in one swift movement you forced him into a weak doggystyle position, his face being pressed into the sheets while drool dripped out from the corner of his lips.
You couldn't let up on his cunt, the pulsing around his cock was an amazing feeling and you were determined to feel it again, Gojo pressed your thighs together and crossed your feet at the overstimulation he was feeling as mindless babbles and whines of your own name could be heard in your voice underneath you. You prayed no one was around the dorms at this time, as they might be a little confused on what they were hearing right now.
"Fuck- make me c-cum again give it to me g-give it to me" He whined, his words being slurred into one as you fucked heavy and mean thrusts into his cunt. You don't know what came over you, but the need to respond and talk dirty back to him was overwhelming you, "Yeah? Wanna cum all over this cock again?" You said, making yourself blush as you aroused yourself hearing his dirty words in your ears. "Y-e-ssssss fuckk~" Gojo whined into the sheets, a cock-drunken smile plastered on his face as he took everything your gave him.
You felt his balls coil tighter, the knot in his stomach tying itself harder into knots as you fucked a particularly soft spot inside your cunt. The telltale sign of Gojo's orgasm was creeping over his body, making your thrusts grow sloppy. Gojo laughed from underneath you, the sound being chopped up by moans. "Y-you're gonna c-cum arent you?" He teased, trying to look at you out of the corner of his eye.
You probably should've felt more uncomfortable with how arousing fucking your own body was, but you would probably dream about this night for years to come, so you could ponder about that later.
The expression Gojo had on your face was so pretty, you had to admit. Your eyes kept rolling back in your head each time you fucked into him, the fucked out smile he had on, the moans that were forced out of your mouth, and the way your cunt pulsed around you pushed you over the edge.
Gojo whined when he felt you still against his ass, "Yeahhhh fill me up, fuck your cum into me~" He whined, taking advantage of being in your body to say shit you would never say, for his own pleasure. He bit his lip at how warm his cum was when it shot rope after rope inside him. Your clit was throbbing at the feeling, he so badly wanted to reach down and pet it till he came as well, but he would wait till you started fucking into him again.
Right when you started coming down from your orgasm, something akin to the feeling of a back scratch, or getting your head massaged at the salon washed over the two of you. Suddenly you had an intense ache in your lower back, and your tummy felt strangely warm. "Heh, what a fucking twist~" You heard Gojo's voice coo down at you, only this time, you weren't in control of it anymore. "I wanted to feel my cock cum inside your cunt while I was in your body one last time, but now I can feel it from my own." He grinned maliciously.
Even though Gojo had just cum, he started fucking into you like a madman, the squelching between your legs was so much louder now as your combined cum gathered around the base of his thick cock. "Have fun in my body?" He asked, giggling with his signature headache inducing giggle, "You liked cumming inside something? Glad you didnt use a condom huhhh~?" He teased, pulling his hips back to the tip before he fucked his entire occk back into you, making you scream out.
Gojo had adjusted surprisingly quick, I guess that makes sense for the world's strongest sorcerer. You on the other hand were still trying to come to terms with being in your own body again and having practically no time to adjust to the feeling of his cock before he started bullying it into your walls. It's not like it hurt, but the feeling of him fucking into your sweet spot so rough was almost too much. "Oh, you were aching down here~" Gojo remembered, reaching his hand under your body to rub your clit in little circles. "Let me help you~" He cooed, sucking air in through his teeth when your cunt tightened around him at the addition of stimulation.
"S-toru wa-ittt-" You cried, trying to warn him of how close you were but ultimately falling short. Your walls started to spasm around him as your body came for the nth time that night. "Oh shiiit~ Feels so fucking good baby-" Gojo groaned, letting his head fall back and his jaw drop in a small o as you came hard around his length, and he actually got to feel it this time. Your body was completely limp to his mean thrusts, your eyes rolling back as nonsense spilled from your lips as he fucked you through your orgasm, past overstimulation, and towards another high.
He lifted your tummy up from underneath you and pressed down on your lower back simultaneously to get you in a meaner arch, before he went back to rubbing your clit. The man placed his foot next to your body to give himself more leverage to fuck you harder, and that's exactly what he did. "Tell me you need my cum- cmon baby- say it-" He cooed, gritting his teeth together as he used your cunt to work himself up to his orgasm.
His eyes darted between the mess the two of you were creating at your fucked out, drooling face. He pulled back his hold on your hip to leave a mean spank against your ass, making you yelp out into the room. "What did I say, huh? Don't fucking ignore me when I'm this close~" Gojo chastized, shaking his head. "N-eed your cum 'toruuu" You slurred, "W-ant to feel you fill me up-" You begged, your words being chopped up by his mean thrusts.
"Again," Gojo said, leaving another smack on the fat of your ass. "C-cum inside mee~" You repeated. "Again," Another smack. "Toru- toru- toru-" You repeated his name as he groaned through his teeth. He felt his balls tighten quickly before he was thrown into his orgasm. His body jerked as his hips fucked load after load into your used and abused cunt. He released a long groan when he stilled his hips to your ass and let himself finish. Your moans had quieted as you laid under him, whimpering softly each time he fucked into you but otherwise trying to catch your breath from how hard he just gave it to you.
Once Gojo had released all of his seed into you, he pulled his sore cock out and gripped himself at the base as the both of you groaned in oversensitivily. "Fuck, think you milked me dry after that one." He laughed, pulling your pussy lips to the side to get a better view of your stuffed hole that leaked his cum in a steady drip down the back of your thighs. "I don't think I've ever been so sore in my life." You said quietly into the sheets, making him giggle.
"I think that was my fault, I might've worked your cunt a little too hard in the shower." He said, letting your body drop down onto the bed as he sat beside you and rubbed your thigh soothingly. You stayed silent for a couple beats before his words registered in your head. Worked too hard in the shower? What? Wait.. did he?
Your jaw dropped, you turned your head to look at him with an incredulous look on your face while he smiled with faux innocence down at you. "You fucking hypocrite! You made me feel bad for masturbating in your body when it sounds like you went ape shit on mine!" The man just giggled infuriatingly, "I like teasing you~ I'm sorryyyy~ You practically handed the opportunity to me!" He defended, throwing his hands up in the air.
You sighed, looking away from his irritatingly handsome face as you shut your eyes and curled your body on your side feeling a headache start to come on. "Oh come onnn~ We had a good time~" The man's voice resonated in your ears while he wrapped his large body around yours and started placing kisses on your shoulder to ease your frustration. Was it possible to kill a curse twice? You sighed as your body relaxed against him, your exhausted body welcoming the kisses.
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Okay perhaps this sounds odd but imagine Astarion starts to disassociate while intimate with Tav and so he uses their established safe word, only to be bewildered when Tav actually listens to him and stops and asks if heâs okay and tries to comfort him because nobody has cared that much before đą
OH GODS WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME (i love it) warning for suggestive content :)
For as long as Astarion's been genuinely intimate with you, for no other reasons but simply because of the affection the two of you hold for one another, he has always been in control.
It soothes him, in a way, to be on top. And as much as he enjoys watching you come undone beneath him, there's a more frustrating reason behind why he always feels the need to be the one to push you down onto whatever surface he deems decent enough at the time. From above you, he can see every little twitch in your body, every shift in your expression, and most of all, he can control what's happening, unlike his centuries spent as a seductive tool for Cazador's own needs.
He knows you're not like those fools. He knows you're different, and you're special to him. But the gnawing voice in the back of his head always forces him to pull you in, to hold you closer, to make love to you.
It's fucked up in so many ways.
"I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."
But when you look up at him with those imploring, loving eyes, the voice seems to go quiet. He swallows the dryness of his throat, unable to think of anything but how wonderful your touch feels on his skin, and he thinks he could drown in this forever. He's putty in your hands, whether he wants to admit it or not.
"Well? Don't be a tease just standing there, darling."
In what feels like minutes, he's a mess. He's making sounds he shouldn't be making, fingertips digging into your hips as if they're the anchors keeping him from finishing too early. He breathes heavily into the crook of your neck, groaning when you caress the sharp tip of his ear between your fingers.
The only thing keeping him from spilling is the impending embarrassment he'd feel for doing so this early on in the night.
Then, everything stops.
"You're so beautiful," you whisper.
They're only words. They're not ones he's heard little of---in fact, he's heard it too much in the past two hundred years. In an instant, memories of the nights he spent under strangers, forced to shove his mind into its darkest corners just to get through their own pleasures, flood his consciousness. The sickening taste in his mouth afterward, and the need to rub his skin till it goes raw were not uncommon. It was routine. A sick part of his life that he'd rather forget.
You don't mean it the same way they did. They only said things like that because that's all they could say. They didn't know him as anything but the husk of a body he resided in. He knows you are saying the words to him. Not to his body but to the very person he is.
But the word comes spilling out his mouth, and immediately, you freeze.
You actually stopped.
Of course, you would. You're you.
"Are you okay? Did I do something?" you reach to cup either of his cheeks, and he stares at you as if you're a star that's fallen from the sky. He blinks, slowly.
"I don't know, I just---" he searches for words. "--you haven't done anything wrong, darling."
You wait for him to finish patiently. Gods, he doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve you.
"I only remembered something I'd rather not," he plasters a crooked grin on his face. "It's quite alright. We can continue now if I haven't ruined the mood."
You pull away from him, and he fears you'll leave.
Moments later, you return with a glass of water. Wordlessly, you hand it to him, and he only stares at it, confused beyond belief. Only once he notices the way you gesture to the glass does he drink it, and you finally climb back into bed, lying down beside him.
"Come here," you open your arm, motioning him to come closer.
"Darling, as much as I'm all for experimenting, that's a strange position to have sex in."
You smile, shaking your head. You don't explain any further, only continuing to hold out your arm.
Hesitant though curious, he slowly lies down beside you, his head just above your chest and slotted between the space below your chin. With gentle hands, you pull him closer and toss the blanket over both of your bodies.
It's warm. Strange, but warm.
"You don't have to wear a mask with me," you whisper.
His eyes grow wide, and his chest stills. He doesn't have many tears left after 239 years, but there's an unfamiliar squeeze in his chest that tells him if he were still 39 and alive, he might have. Astarion wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into where he can hear the steady beating of your heart.
Later, when your eyes begin to droop, he mumbles.
"Tell me I'm beautiful again."
"You're beautiful," you say softly. "With or without your pretty face."
You might be imagining it, but you feel him smile against your skin.
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Thinking about clit slapping again, per 2.5 asks, yaâll make some great observations. Ft. Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, & Roy.
Bruce
Thinking about Bruce who loves to tease you with a straight face. Who tells you to âbe patientâ, whoâs helping you build on your self-restraint by touching every inch of you with those big, thick hands except the one place you keep begging him for.
Bruce who keeps you on edge until itâs unbearable, until on a whim you decide if heâs not going to do anything about it, you will.
Bruce who grumbles in your ear, low and restrained; âWhat did I tell you?â
Bruce who opens your slick folds, in a controlled, slow motion which only serves to make you needier until he comes down on your sensitive clit with his other hand. The obscene smack that rings through his chambers is almost drowned out by your anguish, desperate cry.
Dick
Dick with his long, dexterous fingers who loves to explore every crevice of your body. Who would do anything to keep hearing you make those pretty noises for him.
Dick who knows the key to keeping you sex dazed is working your clit until itâs dark and swollen and youâre incapable of following a thought. So he rubs and grinds against it, swirls his tongue around it, and laps until his jaw is soaked in his own saliva and your juices.
And then one day, with no forethought, Dick flicks it with the back of his middle finger and the resulting sob was so delicious he had to eat up more.
âYouâre so perfect, baby.â Dick purrs between sloppy kisses and strikes of growing intensity. âDo it again, baby. Come on, just for me pretty girl.â
Jason
And Jason, who is big and tough, and rough around the edges but would do anything you want to hear you praise him.
âYou like that, sweetheart?â He asks you over and over again, basking and melting just a little bit more every time you reply with âFuck, yes Jason! Feels so good baby.â
âWho? Who makes you feel good?â He begs for more. âYou Jason, you!â
So when you ask Jason to try slapping your clit, he doesnât hesitate. He slaps it once, savouring the way your body tremors under the force of his brawny hand. Twice, and he canât believe how lucky he is to have found someone so beautiful and shameless as you. Three times, with no end in sight.
Tim
Tim read about it in an cosmopolitan article and canât wait for the chance to experiment with you, and he knows if he plays his cards just right youâll always cave.
âSpread your legs.â He murmurs in a voice thatâs assertive but so soft. The tips of his long hair tickle your soft skin as he kisses his way down your torso. Timâs warm, calloused hands guiding your thighs apart as he slinks between them. âThatâs it hon, just like that.â
He intends to warm you up, to rub your pretty little clit beneath his thumb until youâre pleading for more, to spell T-I-M on it with his tongue over and over but; âIâve barely touched you and youâre this wet already?â
Before you can answer Tim used two fingers to spread your slick folds apart and delivers a sharp slap right where youâre most sensitive, blue eyes unblinking, soaking in your reaction.
Despite knowing from the way your back arches and your eyes roll back, Tim asks; âDid you like that baby, do you want more?â
Roy
Your body is like target practice to Roy, which is to say; he never misses.
Roy has every inch of you ingrained in his mind. Teasing, and touching, and getting you off is as easy to him as firing his bow, its muscle memory.
Not once does Roy need to break away from your needy, heated kisses as he undresses you. Thereâs not a thought in his head other than how hot you look when youâre dishevelled and riled up as he unhooks your bra or curls his fingers on your core.
Roy brags that he could find your clit, one-handed and blindfolded, and sometimes he likes to put that into practice. He tells you to âLay back, Princess.â Then he closes his eyes, makes a show of spinning around or pretending to sniff you out and then he spanks your clit with the kind of powerful precision only he could possess.
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what a girl wants | park jisung (m)
synopsis after tapping out early into your first-time, jisung refuses to be a fool in front of you again. gathering reinforcements, he arms himself in preparation to please you when the next time comes for you both to be intimate. and boy, does he learn a lot.
genre nonidol!au (inexperienced!jisung x experienced!reader), fem!reader, mature (smut), and established relationship
minors dni, please ! (nsfw tags under the cut)
content probably needs another proof read, men explaining sex, multiple scenes of ji lasting a millisecond (jk, jk), pet-names (pretty, babe, baby), reader naturally takes on a bit of a dominate role, brief missionary, cunniligus, overstimulation, hair-pulling, unprotected probone, even more missionary, ear play + sucking, creampie, and a tiny off-hand joke about dh offering to fawk jisung
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authorâs note listen, ik virtually everyone came out of tds3 loving chenle (rightfully so) but personally, iâve been on jisung timing since my stop teehee đ€
I. ACT ONE
Jisung had dreamed of this moment much more than heâd care to admit to. You both had been dating for nearly a year and had yet gotten to the point of stark intimacy, well, until now.
It was breathtaking really, seeing you under him. He couldnât believe this was his reality, that you were actually doing this with him. That was all he could think about when you first initiated it. He let you take the lead, per usual, but this time it reached a point where he was eager to agree when you asked if he was ready.
Though, at this moment, he was coming to regret that excited confirmation he had delivered earlier.
âOh,â you verbalized from the junction of Jisungâs neck following the sudden stall in his movements. âDid youâŠ?â
A faint whimper escapes from Jisungâs lips, visibly coming down from his evident climax. You watch as Jisungâs eyes flutter open, his face soon contorting into a look of sheer horror, dropping his head to where your bodies met to witness the scene completely for himself.
âOh my godâŠâ he mumbles in what you read as bewilderment, his head snapping back to speak to you.
â___, I am so sorry.â Jisung sputters out immediately.
A fond laugh fights its way through you, and you shake your head to mask it away. âNo, no. Itâs okay, JiââŠâ
You try to comfort him, but his flushed face remains puffy with frustration. Your hands that come to coddle his bloated cheeks do little to soothe his nerves. Jisung huffs, undoubtedly upset with himself.
âHey, look at me.â You urge his gaze to meet your own, he finds your eyes soft and a tender smile playing at your lips. Jisung finds his heart rate slowing at this, the pad of your thumb that smoothes over his tense jaw aiding in his relaxation.
âWe can stop, if you want?â
Jisung inhales sharply, squeezing his eyes shut as if once he opens them back up that this moment will have never happened. But youâre still there, waiting patiently for his answer.
He thinks for a moment. There was a thought that spoke to him, to keep going as he knew how long you both had waited for this night. But the weight of his reality felt like it was physically crushing him too much to listen.
âUh, yeah. I think thatâd be bestâŠâ He answers meekly and you reluctantly nod.
His room falls silent besides from the rustling of you assisting him with pulling out and the bed creaking under his weight as he plops in the spot next to your body. You regretfully sit up after only experiencing time on your back momentarily, sparing a solemn look to Jisung whoâs large hands hide his face.
âYou okay?â Your voice is gentle as you probe him.
Jisung clears his throat, revealing his face briefly when he sits up on his elbows to address you. Itâs painted a furious pink from what you assume is his embarrassment and shimmers with sweat. âYeah, I justâuhâ need a minute.â
Understanding of him, you decide to slip away to handle yourself. âOkay, well, Iâll be in the bathroom.â
âMhm.â Jisung nods, watching you intently as you slide from the mattress, grabbing his once discarded tee, and trail to the nearby bathroom before disappearing behind the door.
His body meets his bed again with a thud, shielding his hot face away with his hands once again.
II. JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE
It takes a number of business days before Jisung can even work up the courage to see you in person, let alone mention what had transpired that night. The memory had been gnawing away at him since, every time he blinked, or tried to sleep, your nonplus reaction to his âprematureâ arrival was all he could see.
There was no way he could bring it up in conversation just yet⊠at least not to you.
âYou what?!â Renjun exclaims in absolute horror.
âHe lasted thirty seconds!â Chenle gleefully responds for Jisung, still coming down from the belly-splitting laughing fit he had just went through before informing Renjun.
Brazenly (and stupidly), Jisung had decided he was fed up with his set of circumstancesâ trusting his best-friend and roommate, Chenle, with the information that had landed him in this unfortunate position.
But very quickly, he realized just how much of a mistake that was.
Jisung sighs frustratedlyâ sparing the brunette a piercing glare before angling his attention back to Renjun, âIt was more like a minute and a halfâŠâ
âOh, Jisung, thatâs still not good.â Renjun comes over, slowly sitting on the opposite side of his junior.
âI know.â Jisung physically slumps in his spot, a cutesy pout on his face.
A tight-lipped, earnest smile graces Renjunâs face and he places a comforting hand on Jisungâs shoulder. âDid you at least help her?â
Jisung asks blankly, confused. âWith what?â
Renjun pauses alongside Chenle, both of them sharing a horrified look while Jisung looks between them like a neonate dear.
âYou didnât help her?!â Chenle screeches, eyes bulging and eyebrows angled in complete confusion.
âDo what?!â Jisung bellows, now frustrated.
âJisung, even I know what youâre supposed to do for your girlfriend in the event you.. finish earlyâŠâ Renjun voices deeply and careful enough for his friendâs digestion.
Jisung pauses for a moment, picking apart Renjunâs words before making a face of understanding.âIâ oh, well she said sheâd take care of it!â
âStill,â Renjun sighs, taking a moment to calm himself. âyouâre supposed to offer, man.â
âIâve got to tell Mark about thisâŠâ Chenle shakes his head, already typing in the group chat.
III. SECOND OPINION(S)
âDudeâŠâ
Markâs face is twisted in an expression Jisung can only decipher as disbelief, a common emotion heâs encountered since filling in his friend group on his situation.
âI know, I know. Itâs not a good look.â
Donghyuck scoffs amusedly, having stopped in on the conversation after overhearing the absurd topic. âItâs an awful look, actually. How do you cum in thirty seconds without getting your girl off after?â
âIt wasnâtââ Jisung sighs, gathering himself. âI donât know. I have no idea what Iâm doing.â He recedes, sinking into the material of the couch that supported him, Mark, and Jaemin.
âWell, ___ knows this, right?â Jeno pipes from beside Donghyuck after remaining silent the whole debriefing session.
Jisung shifts in his spot, shrinking from the burning gazes of his friends as they wait for him to overshare. âYeah, I mean, we talked about it before. But she has experience, andâ I dunnoâ I thought Iâd at least do okayâŠâ
âAh, Jisung. No ones ever perfect doing anything for the first time.â Jaemin plants a rather rough yet consoling pat on the youngerâs back.
âI was.â Donghyuck interjects, a smug look on his face while shrugging his shoulders.
Renjun scoffs, shoving the back of the formerâs head from his positioningâ leaning over the same couch Donghyuck happened to be sprawled across. âYou cried.â
âAht!â Donghyuck rubs his head, snapping around to correct his friend. âThat was the second time!â
Mark sighs deeply, drawing the attention away from his friendsâ squabble. âJisung, have you both talked about it since?â
Jisung anxiously plays with his ear, pouting. âWell, no, even if I wanted to I just donât know what Iâd sayâŠâ It was a true concern for him. He had muddled over the scenario in his about a dozen times at this point, and every time he couldnât find the appropriate words to say to youâ even if you werenât even really there.
âSorry for only lasting thirty seconds?â Chenle wickedly suggests, earning yet another warning glare from Jisung.
âOu, if you donât know how to say it, you could always get a cake!â Donghyuck piles on, promptly earning another wack to his headâ this time Jeno is the unamused culprit.
âLook, next time you see her, just be honest.â Jaemin advises, effectively drowning out the whining of his battered friend who claimed Chenle deserves the lashings because he commented first.
Jisung nods, considering it but not with another issue forming in his mind. âOkay, well⊠what about⊠you know...â
âThe sex?â A handful of them chime in response.
The younger boyâs lips form a tight, shy line, obviously still finding the topic a bit taboo. âYes, yesâ that. What am I supposed to do? I donât want a repeat of last timeâŠâ
âJust watch a bunch of porn, thatâs what I did.â Donghyuck recommends, still testing his luck.
Exhausted, Renjun simply lets his eyes pierce into the back of his friendâs head for a moment before sighing.
âHow about we donât do that and just give you some pointers, hmm?â
Jisung claps his hands together, liking that nugget of advice way more than Donghyuckâs, who sits offended, tongue infamously poking his cheek.
âOkay, sounds good.â
IV. H.T.P.A.S.Y.G 101
Now, when Jisung was told that everyone would be meeting in he, Chenle, and Renjunâs shared living room to âgive him pointersâ, he didnât necessarily expect to be surrounded by his friends while his television displayed a slide show.
Surprisingly, Donghyuck ran the operation with his laptop perched on the armrest on the opposite couch, even after his treatment the other night.
âAlright, Jisung, welcome to how to please and satisfy your girl 1-0-1!â Donghyuck stands at the center of the room, gesturing towards the screen that projects the title âH.T.P.A.S.Y.G 101ââ along with throwaway stock photos of couples experiencing varied emotions.
âWoah. Did you make this?â Jisung voices, foolishly impressed with his friendâs set-up.
Donghyuckâs facials drop, âNo. It was already a template on Canva.â He deadpans while Jisung makes a motion of understanding.
Collectively, his friends blink ludicrously at Jisungâs naĂŻvetĂ©. âHe made it, Jisung-ieâŠâ Jaemin clarifies slowly.
âAh,â the latter nods, embarrassment creeping up his skin.
Donghyuck shakes his head before putting the attention back on the screen where he flips to the next slide, automatically does Jisung pull out his phone to retain the coming information.
âOkay, first rule, donât come in thirty seconds.â
A cacophony of snickers and tittering emerge from the group at Jisungâs expense.
âIâ how long are you guys gonna run with this?â Jisung cringes, regretting all over again even including the detail of his duration.
The man in the center staggers back into his spot, pretending to wipe away fallen tears. âIâm sorry itâs too funnyâŠâ
âNow! It may seem hard but the last thing we want is a redo of what happened last time, yes?â Jisung nods shamefully, lips tight.
âNext rule, be a giver. Down the line you can find out whether or not she prefers it but to start, you wanna take charge and get your girl off.â
Jisung hums, his focus being the ever growing list on his phone-screen. Curious, Jeno peers over at him.
âAâare you seriously taking notes?â He furrows his brows at the open tab in Jisungâs notes app.
âHey, heâs a diligent learner!â Donghyuck waves a warning finger towards Jeno before turning to reassure Jisung. âDonât worry, Jisung, the best students study.â
He addresses his older friendâs defense of him briefly, already having questions about the lesson. âWhen we say⊠get her offâ what do you mean?â
âEat her out, Jisung.â Chenle interjects flatly.
âOh.â Jisungâs head bobs slowly. âAnd how do I do that?â
The âteacherâ sucks his teeth, âChrist, do we have to teach you everything?â
Jisung just blinks in response, earning a tired sigh from Donghyuck, âIâll send you some material after class.â
âOkay.â Jisung nods.
âThird rule! Take it slow. Kind of ties back into rule one but can be used elsewhere. Listen, I know youâre a bit of a fumbling mess but at least try and make it seem like you know what youâre doing.â
Despite the directed jab, Jisung continues to diligently jot down Donghyuckâs advice.
âWhat does ___ like, do you know?â Mark pipes.
âSexually?â The boyâs eyes go wide, a bit startled.
Mark snorts, âIâm not asking for her favorite food, man,â
Jisung breathes out a sheepish laugh, âAh, well, sheâs kinda sensitive around the earsâŠâ
Donghyuck claps, startling Jisung but effectively grabbing his attention, âAlright, involve that! Kiss, lick, suck for all I care. You gotta do something thatâll turn her on, you canât just whip your dick out and stop there, got it?â
âGot it.â Jisung re-affirms, intently copying down every word that leaves his friendsâ mouths.
âWell, I think thatâs enough for today,â Donghyuck nods, clearly proud of himself.
âThank god.â Jaemin sighs exasperatedly, earning himself a warning look from Donghyuck. The latter rolls his eyes, smiling at Jisung who overviews what heâs learnt so far.
âYou seem like you picked up well, Iâll quiz you after you watch the material.â
Jeno snorts, âYou do know youâre not an actual teacher, right?â
Donghyuck smugly smirks, propping his hands onto his hips.
âDonât be a hater, Jenâ. If you want a lesson, you can just ask. Donât think I forgot about what Iseul saidâ agh!â Swiftly, Jeno starts strangling Donghyuck to cut him off, the ladder dramatically flopping on the couch behind him and taking the older boy with him.
Using the commotion to his advantage, Renjun swoops in to take a seat next to Jisung, who quietly reviews his notes in the midst of the chaos.
âAnd Jisung,â
âHmm?â The younger glances up from his notes.
âDonât forget that the reason weâre here is because ___ likes you. Not what you can do for her in bed or any tricks these idiots are telling you to doâŠâ
âAh, okay.â
âI mean, we all mean wellâ even Donghyuckâ but what matters most is that youâre yourself. Thatâs what ___âs most attracted to, right?â
âYeah, I guessâŠâ Jisung answers hesitantly.
âRight. Maybe you should watch that video Donghyuck sends you, though.â Renjun suggests a bit quieter, though his urgency remains evident.
Jisung laughs at his older friend, nodding in understanding. âWill do!â
V. ACT TWO
The next you spend genuine alone time with Jisung is two weeks following the whole incident, youâre grateful that heâs grown comfortable again with skin-ship. Missing nights like these where you two were able to wordlessly cuddle up together without an evident damper hanging over the room. Of course, youâd love to address that night. Maybe even give it another try but unless Jisung makes it clear that heâs comfortable with it, you suppress any and all thoughts about it.
Much to your liking, the night carried on like usual. No roommates to interrupt your skinship, or to witness the chaste kisses you gave each other. But in the midst of watching the second film Jisung had gladly let you chooseâ you realize just how touchy heâs getting.
A typical reserved hand that would be perched on your hip was playing with the hem of your shorts, igniting the bare skin with every brief graze.
Curious, you angle your head upwards on Jisungâs shoulder, immediately drawing his attention from the screen and down to you.
âYou okay?â You inquire, an eyebrow raising. You tried to hide your excitement but the grin that found your features was an obvious giveaway that you were losing.
Jisung simply hums, his hands still stationed in their new territory. You nod, âOkayâŠâ and instinctively crane your head up to signal a kiss.
Quickly, Jisung obliges, meeting you halfway and connecting your lips. Your intent was for it to be just like the other kisses that happened tonight. Quick, sweet, no alternative intent, but that was clearly not Jisungâs shared intention.
When you depart, he follows, and you have no problem in giving him what he wants. The kiss is extended, the hand on your thigh tightening in grip. You match Jisungâs vigor, equally biting at his lips and easing your tongue in his mouth when his own licks at your entrance. But you have to say you were not expecting this.
Soon, Jisungâs body was angled nearly on top of you and he showed no signs of stopping. Both hands now on your waist as he titled you backwards, still intently keeping your mouths fixed together.
âOh, hello?â You manage to get out.
âHi.â
Jisung takes control, which is very unusual since typically youâll straddle him when making out. But you allow it to happen, your back meeting the bed as Jisung kisses you passionately. This kiss is much different than one youâve ever shared with him, normally heâs way more reservedâ even before your first time he was shy, but obviously a fire has been lit under him to redeem himself.
Youâre the first to pull away, not moving far but just enough to be able to catch your breath. Jisung has never kissed you speechless before, but youâre okay if this was to become your new reality.
âJisungâŠâ
He ignores you, kissing down your neck while his large hands grope you. He's hungry, his teeth grazing against your skin in rotation with his suckling but his bruises still feel like heavenâ you didnât even know he was capable of leaving such marks.
Jisungâs cold hands are suddenly under your shirt, lifting the large garment that once belonged to him over your naked breasts. One of them even snaking down to your thin sleep shorts while the other remains to thumb at your now perked nipples.
âOhâ Jisung, wait!â Pausing your pleasure to confront your boyfriend.
He looks at you in surprise, as if heâs been caught doing something wrong.
âAre you sure about this?â You ask carefully.
âI wanna make you feel goodâŠâ he replies as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world, you blinkâ slowly gathering yourself as Jisung continues to kiss down your abdomen and eventually to the center of your legs.
You stutter when you feel his hot breath on your core, itâs been so long youâve had anything like this, you hate to say youâve been waiting on it but fuckâ you have been.
âJiâŠâ your hand cups the back of his nape, the other replacing his hand that once toyed with your chest.
Jisung gazes up at you, a look that reads that heâs asking you for permission. He quickly drinks up how heâs got you, shirt pushed to your over your breastsâ leaving them on display, you look down at himâ almost pained while you wait for his next move, lip tucked in between your teethâ a thumb to your own nipple.
Final inch of resolve snapping, Jisung flattens his warm tongue over your sleep shorts, humming instantaneously when his muscle meets the fabric. Itâs lewd but he canât help himself, especially when he encounters the already wet stain in the seat of your bottoms. He quickly gets to work, though, savagely his tongue ravishes you with one measly layer keeping him from fully tasting you.
The sight is one to see, your routinely sweet and respectful boyfriend with his head between your legsâ tongue lapping and dancing around your cunt through your shorts.
You can barely take anymore, you need him. You didnât care what his level of skill was, you needed more stimulation than this.
Jisungs jumps back a bit when you sit up to interrupt him, the shorts being slipped off. âJi, please, please, keep going,â both of your legs are back on either side of his head, this time your bare, silky cunt on full display. No longer hidden by the baby blue bottoms.
Youâre practically begging, your hips involuntarily shifting closer and closer to Jisungâs face as you wait. Jisung couldnât believe his eyes, youâve never really begged for him before. Not like this, so vulnerable. His tent had pitched ages ago but the strain he felt watching you now was a different kind of pain.
His newfound confidence falters a bit, wordlessly nodding up at you with wet eyes before obediently lapping at your cunt again. You throw your head back as a whimper rips through you, shifting back onto your elbows to play with your chest again. Not forgetting to keep one hand anchored in Jisungâs hair.
His movements are cautious at first, proving that this is definitely his first time but once he finds a pace that seemingly fits you best, he carries on with it. He alternates between sucking your throbbing clit to dipping his tongue deeper in your folds to tongue at your hole. Youâd ask him where he learned that from but youâre too caught up with how good it feels that the question burns out on your tongue.
Before you know it, youâre close to coming already. With it being so long since you've had this, paired with the uncontrollable moans Jisung emits as he restlessly laps up all your juices, you canât take much more.
âFuck, Jisung. Iâm closeâŠâ
Jisung hums, unaware just what that does for you. You whine pulling his hair tighter, in return itâs his turn to whimper. Itâs uncomfortable, as heâs realized from the past times youâve tugged his hair but he would never stop you.
âGod, please donât stop,â With Jisungâs locks entirely in your grasp, you canât stop yourself from grinding your cunt upwards. Jisung takes a beat to adjust but realizes what you want, he shifts down a bit. The tip of his nose giving your clit the friction it so desperately desires while his tongue draws sloppy circles around your entrance.
You groan, the knot in your stomach tightening. Youâre almost intelligible with your blubbering but Jisung manages to make out that youâreâ in factâ about to come.
Jisung takes what heâs learned from his lessons and even earlier from this encounter and lets his tongue dip in and out of your hole faintly, giving you little stimulation that leads you closer while you grind on his face.
His quick shift leads your orgasm to come crashing down on you. Jisungâs face is pulled flush to your pussy as you come but he could care less, he watches keenly with wide eyes as you lurch upward, riding his face until you finally come down completely.
His room is still for a moment but Jisung is so absolutely enthralled with the moment and how heâs just made you unravel before him. Gluttonous, he doesnât wait much longer before heâs dipping back into your folds. Lapping at you and especially your hole, he feels like a madman. The taste of you sends shivers down his spine, your surprised noises only egging him on.
âOh my god, Ji! Wait, wait, oh,â the intrusion of Jisungâs middle finger is completely foreign but welcomed.
Where the hell was he learning this all from?
Jisung continues to work you open, never neglecting your folds and clit for a moment.
âJi, if you donât stop,â you shudder, trying to gather your bearings. âIâm gonna come.â
âWant it,â he moans against your pussy. âDo it again for me, pretty.â
It feels as if youâve been thrown into the Twilight Zone. Never has Jisung said your nickname in such a tone, so deep and dripping with lust. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, taking your mind off his dual stimulation for just a moment.
With the addition of Jisungâs lengthy digit that now pops in and out of you, it doesnât take long for your second orgasm to hit, you cry out for your boyfriend againâ this time instinctively begging for some control. But your pleas fall on deaf ears, itâs like heâs dead set on keeping his face between your legs, itâs becoming too much at this point. If you two were gonna do this, you wanted him to get something out of it too.
âFuck, Jisung, too much!â
Jisung snaps from his reverie, all of his ministrations drawing back with his head peeking from between your thighs in concern. Youâre finally able to catch your breath, smiling down at him to quell his apparent anxiety. Shyly, he smiles back.
He clears his throat, âAre you okay?â
You laugh at this, still struggling to stabilize your breathing while your body pulsed with what could either be desire or exhaustion. âI am. Better than ever, actually. Are you?â
âMhm. I uhâ I didnât hurt you or anything?â
âNo, Ji, I just donât think Iâd be able to take another orgasm just yet.â
âOh, okay.â He nods.
You giggle at him, how insane was it that he completely left you dumbstruck on two separate occasions just seconds ago and was acting all reserved the next.
âCâmere,â you open up your arms to him. He rushes to you. Giving you what you want and joining your lips. He's completely unaware just how wet his face is until itâs on yourâs and he finds it a bit embarrassing.
But you donât falter at all, instead kissing him deeply while your hands unmistakably find the boner hitched in his sweats.
Jisung stutters, physically jolting out of the kiss. âUh, do you wanna move onto that so soon?â
âWell, I donât want to be the only one who gets off. Thatâs not fair to you, is it?â
âIâll be happy as long as youâre satisfiedâŠâ
âJi,â you wipe away your juices that have gathered on his chin.
âHmm?â
âIâm only satisfied when I know you are too, now, strip.â
Jisung nearly lets a âyes, maâamâ slip from his throat before he hurriedly slips off his clothes. You laugh at how cute he is, removing your own shirt.
âNow, boss, how do you wanna do this?â
âUhâ however you wantââ
âJisung.â
He sighs at the call of his name from your lips, gulping as you stare up to him. âHow about⊠on your stomach?â
âOh? You donât want to see my pretty face, hmm?â
âNo! I mean, of course I do! You donât have toââ
âJi, baby, Iâm fucking with you. Iâd love to.â with that you roll over, grabbing one of Jisungâs pillows before slipping it under you.
âOh.â Jisung sighs, the sight of you obeying him and propping yourself up effectively sending more strain to his member.
âWell donât stop now, come on,â you reach a hand back for Jisung to grab. He obliges, walking to the edge of the bed, and grabbing your hand. He recalls this position from the couple of âstudy materialsâ Donghyuck had sent and he joins you on the bed, shuffling on his knees till his cock hovers your ass.
You shift under him, hiking your ass higher to encourage him to stick his length in. He takes the message and grips his cock, he doesnât think heâs ever been this hard before.
When he finally lines himself up and sinks inside of you, he hisses while you whimper. Jisungâs hands are practically godsend but nothing, and you mean nothing compares to his dick. You havenât been able to stop thinking about it since your first time. And always found yourself a tad bit disappointed whenever he would turn you down following it.
âFuck, Ji, youâre so big, baby,â you groan, trying to adjust as his heavy cock continues to stretch you open.
Jisung can only huff, holding onto his last ounce of control. He's about to come, he can feel it. His hips still, knowing if he moves anymore heâll end up spoiling this again.
âOh, please keep moving,â you whine, taking matters into your own hands and pushing your hips back to pick up where he has left off.
âShit, ___, waitââ Jisung braces his broad hands against your back, stilling you for a moment. Your head cranes back, concerned but still evidently in need.
âIâ Iâm about to comeâŠâ he speaks weakly, almost as if heâs embarrassed. Which he absolutely is.
You pout, confused with his display of shame.
âThatâs fine, baby. Just donât stop, please, I need you.â The sound of you begging while continuing to grind your ass on his cock sends Jisung absolutely reeling. His eyes squeeze shut, sighing heavily before allowing you to meet him halfway. Your own movements make you purr in delight, you continue to grind against him, and Jisung finds his hips moving too.
He snaps into you, chasing your cunt when you pull away. You moan in surprise, Jisung finally melting and leaning down to stabilize himself as his hips find a shallow pace.
He groans, hiding his flustered face in the junction of your shoulder.
â___âŠâ Jisung pants.
âItâs okay, you can come, fuck, come for me, babyâŠâ
It takes one sharp thrust before Jisung completely loses himself, releasing an almost pained groan into your neck. He continues to jaggedly move in and out of you while you feel him release himself in you, his load spurting along your walls and escaping onto the surrounding areas.
You helplessly moan at the feeling, a bit disappointed when your boyfriendâs eager hips cease to a stop.
âHmm. Feel better?â You lilt, propping your chin on your shoulder to get the best glimpse of him.
Jisung shudders, breathing out a small laugh. âYeah, Iâ sorryâŠâ
âItâs okay, babe. Now, pull out.â
âHmm? Oh, right!â He heeds to your directions, easing out of you but not without some slither of sadness. He had done it again. Sure, he made you cum but he barely lasted a few minutes inside of you like he had hoped.
Promptly, you shuffle onto your back, cracking your legs open. Shocked, Jisungâs gaze drops to your cunt, now messily decorated with a glistening mix of his semen, saliva, and your own cum.
âYou didnât think that was it, did you?â
Jisung blinks because he absolutely thought you two were finished for the night. You chuckle, hooking your legs around Jisungâs thighs.
âIâm not done with you just yet, JiââŠâ
Itâs hard for Jisung to shield his excitement, gladly positioning himself in front of you. He grips himself to align with you once again, allowing his other hand to plant by your head.
He could die right now and be absolutely satisfied, Jisung thinks as you suck him back in your walls. His face hovers your own, watching intently as your features scrunches in pleasure.
Quickly adjusting to the sensation of him stretching you out again, you take note of how statuesque he is,âMove, babe.â You gently remind.
âRight, sorryââ Jisung takes a moment to laugh at himself, garnering an endeared smile from you.
Your hands extend up to hold his face. âNo more apologizing, okay?â Jisung nods along with you in response, his heart swelling at your tender act of affection despite him being several inches inside of you.
âOkay, sorâ ahem, okayâŠâ you giggle at his immediate slip up, and Jisung arranges his hips in a way that instantly takes your mind off of it, starting to rock into you once more, now both having climaxed once (or twice, in your case)â sensitivity strikes you both but thereâs no way that was gonna stop either of you.
âFeel so good,â you hum.
âYeah?â Jisung asks, innocently, keeping his rhythm as sound as possible.
âMhm. Donât stop, okay?â
âI wonât.â Jisung solidifies, finding confidence in being able to see your face and how you visually react to his movements. His hips begin to reel back a greater distance, snapping into you with a fervor that leaves you crying for more.
The obscene sound of Jisungâs thighs repeatedly crashing into your own fill the room, paired with the whine of his name from your lips and the sploshing sound of the wetness between your legs.
Unfortunately, Donghyuckâs voice echoes in his mind, but for good reason. Removing himself from your hold a bit, Jisung leans down to start pecking your ear.
You hum in satisfaction, shuddering under him.
He knew you well, he could still recall the first time he accidentally grazed the area of your ear with his lips. You lurched away with embarrassment washing over you but he had found it to be one of the cutest things in the world. Not many things could pacify you like that, but a little love to your ear did.
You arch yourself into your boyfriend when his tongue darts out of his mouth to flick the shell of your ear, your new positioning encouraging the depth of Jisungâs length. It doesnât help that Jisung has found his pacing, a mind-numbing repetition of the head of his cock grazing the precise spot that leaves your vision spotty with stars.
âShit, Mâgonna come,â you aimlessly exclaim, the strength youâd usually have to filter your thoughts from useless babble existing no longer.
Jisung hums, continuing to lap at your ear, taking Donghyuckâs nonchalant advice and running with it. You gasp in elation when you feel Jisung suckle at your ear, nipping it before it leaves his mouth.
âFuck, who taught you this?â Restless, you bring his face back to meet yours, you find your boyfriendâs pupils completely blown out and eyes lidded heavily. You trace his furrowed eyebrows to his parted puffy lips.
Jisung leans down, your inquiry not reaching him whatsoever. Your lips meet and you whimper into the kiss, itâs wet and noisy. Your muscles searching for the best taste of each other.
Your third orgasm was barrelling towards you quickly, and you find yourself looking for anything to give you stability. Mindlessly, your hand traces the distance from Jisungâs face to one of his hands that remains planted on the bed beside you.
Without a second thought does he intertwine your fingers, pressing your joined palms into the mattress as he begins to lose momentum.
âPlease keep going,â you wail. âIâm gonna come.â
Jisung nods, his lips tucked between his teeth as he tries to keep himself together for you. He watched you contort and writhe in pleasure, now becoming familiar with your bodyâs pattern before a climax.
Your free hand travels to Jisungâs broad back, leaving traces of yourself with savagely placed scratches. He winces, the sting of your fingernails against his back throwing him off but simultaneously driving him to keep going. His own features scrunching to alert you that he himself was close to snapping.
âAh, please, pleaseâ!â You whine, bracing yourself, deliberately pulling Jisung flush to you the best you could to milk to most friction out of him as possible. Your shallow yank is enough to have the large man toppling over and on top of you.
The desired stimulation of your clit grazing against Jisung is enough to coax your next orgasm out of you. You cum, angling your hips to take as much as Jisung could still offer. It doesnât take long for him to be right there with you, whining while his hips buck aimlessly into you. Your sounds are equal in desperation, both racing to chase your highs.
âOh.â Your hands aid Jisungâs hips toward you as he continues to release his seed inside of you until he finally fully collapses onto your body.
Serenity returns to Jisungâs room, the pair of you well past the point of exhaustion to move an inch. Jisung, seemingly coming to, is the first to move (much to your dismay). He grunts, peeling himself from your sticky with sweat body and peering down at you for a moment.
It lingers, his study of you. And typically, he was the one who would shy away from such intense eye contact but you find your eyes flitting away first. Youâve never had someone be so engrossed with you, with your satisfaction, so worried with pleasing you.
Jisung breathes out a laugh, âWhat?â
âNothing.â You shake your head, equally as giddy.
âYouâre shy?â
âNo,â you suck your teeth, fighting the smile that threatens to give you away, âjust wanna know why youâre staringâŠâ
âMm. Is staring at my pretty girlfriend so wrong?â
ââŠHmm,â you pause as if youâre thinking for a moment. âNo. I guess not.â You shrug.
âGood.â Jisung bends down to peck your lips before fully removing himself from on top of you. He sighs when his back flops on the bed beside you.
âOkay but seriously, where the hell did all of that come from?â
Jisung chuckles at the urgency in your voice, shifting to lay on his side. âYou wouldnât believe me if I told youâŠâ
âPfft. After tonight I think Iâm more open to any possibilitiesâŠâ
âHmm⊠okay, it was Donghyuck.â Jisung admits bashfully.
Immediately does your mouth gape open in absolute disbelief. âNo fucking way.â
âSee!â
âDonghyuckâ? He taught you all of that?!â
âWell, I studied and kind of just⊠went with the flow I guess?â Jisung shrugs as if itâs nothing.
âWow. For a second there I was scared he gave you one-on-one lessonsâŠâ
âWoah,â Jisung blinks, shocked that you precisely assumed what he had purposefully left out of the exchange. âBelieve it or not, he tried.â
âI believe it,â You giggle, the ridiculous image flashing in your mind and leaving just as quick as it came.
âI guess I have to give him his flowers then.â you sigh, a hand extending to brush away Jisungâs fallen fringe so you can fully see his face. He fights a smile back, helping you by sweeping his hair back.
âYeah?â
âYeah⊠I donât think I have to tell you how great you were.â You snort, gesturing to your tired body. Jisung gladly follows your gaze, admiring your bareness once more.
Jisung hums, throwing an arm around your damp abdomen to tug you closer into him. You wordlessly oblige, sighing contently when your skin meets his again.
âWell, I think you were the star.â Jisung comments softly, his face now in your neck.
You coo silently, instinctively placing a hand on his jaw. âAs much as Iâd like to take credit, I canât,â Jisungâs gaze shifts to your face when you tilt his head up.
âNot when you helped me through three orgasms.â
You peck your boyfriendâs lips as a form of punctuation. Though, youâre not able to drift far since Jisungâs mouth chases your own, deepening your once innocent kiss. Youâre tired and your lips are beyond bruised but you just canât help yourself. The way he hums from underneath you only intensifies your need for him.
While your mouth moves against his with conviction, tonguing at his lips to allow you more freedom, he finds his hands gravitating to your hips to give him some stability. Jisung sighs discontentedly when your lips disconnect, his eyes remaining shut for a beat before fluttering back open.
âWell, how do you feel about a fourth?â Jisung proposes carefully, though his expression shows that heâs clearly desperate for your agreement and for your lips to return to his own.
Quickly, your eyes widen in astonishment. âReally? Are you sureâ?â Your worries are cut short by Jisungâs mouth. Itâs short but effective in getting his point across.
He pulls away, an amused smirk on his face. âIâm sure.â
âOkay,â you giggle, finding yourself incredibly aroused by Jisungâs newfound confidence. You would certainly have to thank Donghyuck in some way for this abrupt change in your boyfriendâs behavior, unfortunately.
âWell let's not waste time thenâŠâ
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BEWARE OF PHAGOCYTIC RAIN â AL-HAITHAM.
kinktober day three â aphrodisiacs ; find masterlist here
synopsis. the akademiya textbook reads as follows: consecrated scorpion stings are not deadly, but it is advised to proceed with caution in the event of encountering one. possible side effects of stings include swelling, pain, nausea, and mild sexual arousal. except the textbook lied. itâs not mild. al-haitham and you might need to pause your desert trip for a moment
length. 4.3k words (omg this is the shortest one so far)
contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, aphrodisiacs + dub con, mentions of injuries and blood (al-haitham gets stung by a consecrated scorpion), reader sits on his lap, hand jobs, unprotected sex, no prep, riding, creampie, implied (future) multiple orgasms, reader is mentioned to have a dendro vision + is a haravatat scholar
notes. i made this up. the new consecrated scorpions lore is that their venom can be a sex stimulant thanks
âhaitham,â you complainâalthough, you probably really shouldnât. in fact, you definitely should not complain. al-haitham has so graciously allowed you to accompany this trip to the desert, and you should not get in the way. still, your feet ache, and the sun is blaring, and godâwould kill you both to have a break? âcanât we just stop for a bit?â
but with you, al-haitham is always patient. you can see him diligently take the time to be patient as he stills and sighs quietly, not letting himself ever get frustrated with you. âitâll get cold if night falls,â he reasons, âcâmon, youâll definitely want to rest inside the ruins instead of outside tonight.â
âbut baby,â you protest, âmy feet hurt.â
âi know,â he nods, like validating your feelings will make them any better, âbut the safest option would be to camp inside the ruins instead of out hereââ
âhey, haitham?â you cut him off, suddenly whispering quietly as you huddle closer, âwhatâŠwhatâs that?â he looks over his shoulder to where you pointâand then he stiffens.
âoh, great,â he hisses, groaning under his breath, âseriously? now?â
what looks like a giant scorpion seems to be pacing in the distance, the large, sharp stinger on its tail clear as day, even from where you stand, a good range away. youâve never seen one of these before, never even heard of giant scorpions that roam the desert. al-haitham has certainly never told you about seeing them, with all the times he visits the desert himself. he seems rather familiar with them, too, staring exasperatedly off at the beast as it circles the territory you absolutely have to pass. Â
âwhy is there a giant scorpion here? are there always these things in the desert? iâve never heard ofâwait,â you pause, âi have a textbook from the akademiya on desert exploration. i brought it just in case!â
âwe donât need that,â he insists, âiâve dealt with these plenty of times. just leave it to me.â
youâve never been to the desertâbut al-haitham always mentions the ancient letters he sees in the ruins he explores. itâs tempting; being a scholar is always the never-ending temptation of knowledgeâand you are both haravatat scholars, after all. studying an ancient alphabet is enough to make you plead with al-haitham to take you with him on his next trip.
he canât say no to you, of courseâhe never can. but itâs your first time here, and evidentlyâŠitâs not going exactly as planned.Â
you open the book, skimming through the pages before your eyes land on a sketch that looks strikingly similar to the same beast you see in the distance. the textbook reads as follows: consecrated scorpion stings are not deadly, but it is advised to proceed with caution in the event of encountering one. that seems like complete and utter bullshitâthis seems rather deadly.Â
âhaitham,â you whisper, âi think we should leave. this doesnât seemââ
âwe can take it,â he argues, âiâve taken them before on my own quite a lot in the past.â
âbut baby, this one seems a bit bigââ
âitâll be fine,â he assures.Â
you sigh, looking back at the book and scanning over the section that goes into detail about its attack patterns. âokay, fineâlet me just read over how they attack so i know what to expect.â
phagocytic formâbeasts enter phagocytic form immediately when in combat, resulting in an increase in resistance to all elements. there is double the resistance to electro attacks. well, you think, itâs a good thing cyno isnât the one fighting todayâotherwise, you think you might be screwed.Â
this is fine. everything is fine. you and al-haitham both have dendro visions; this shouldnât be too bad, right?
melee combo oneâbeasts perform a two-part combo with their claws. alright, not too bad. you can easily dodge that, you reason. melee combo twoâbeasts perform a three-part combo consisting of a single strike with both claws, a flurry of claw strikes while rushing forward, and a projectile fired from its stinger. now that seems a bit troublesome, but youâve dealt with worse.Â
âiâll take care of it,â al-haitham calls over his shoulder, catching your attention as he draws out his sword. you look up from the pages frantically.Â
âwait, i really think we should handle this together if weâre going to take this. just let me read on the attack patterns a bit moreââ
heâs already made the first attack. you can hear the angry hiss of the scorpion, can practically see the fury in its beady eyes from behind the thick skull covering its head. al-haitham, to your slight comfort, dodges melee combos one and two expertly.Â
maybe he was rightâmaybe youâve been panicking for nothing.
you look back at the book. digâbeasts dig into the ground and attack the target from below, staying within the range of a visible electro ring. alright, as long as you leave the ring before the scorpion pops out of the ground, you should be fine. nothing to worry about. spikesâbeasts plug their tails into the ground and rapidly produce spikes around themselves to shock targets. another easy dodgeâyou just have to make sure you escape the vicinity.
you look up, and al-haitham has already easily leapt from the ring and landed himself on higher ground. he waits, watches as the beast emerges from underground, and plants its tail into the groundâthis must be the spikes. al-haitham is rather excellent at fighting these thingsâyou have to admit. as soon as the spikes are gone, he takes his chance to plunge down, perfectly landing a hard hit to its head with the edge of his sword, making its body slump to the ground.
he might just finish this alone like he said.Â
âthere,â he nods, flashing you a smooth grin, âi told you iâd handle it. now then, letâsââ
the loud, sinister hiss from behind cuts him offâit makes you watch in abject horror as the scorpion rises and does a rapid spin.Â
you look over the pages as quickly as you canâis there more? thereâs nothing else on the page, is there? you quickly flick your eyes to the next page andâoh.Â
oh no.
phagocytic rainâbeasts rapidly spin and scatter many stingers into the air before slamming their claws and unleashing stingers down from above. these stingers, once pierced into the skin, can cause side effects as a result of consecrated venom.
âwell, itâs never done that before,â al-haitham holds up his sword, getting ready to fight.Â
no. he has to get awayâhe needs to get away. the words donât come quick enough from your throat as you scream, âhaitham, no! you have to get awayââ
itâs too late. you can hear him let out a strangled groan of pain, clutching his arm as his sword instantly falls to the floor, a gash already decorating his skin from a stinger he didnât manage to dodge. before you can even think, you grab your weapon and run, leaping between al-haitham and the scorpion and landing another perfect blow to its headâjust before that giant, deadly-looking stinger on its tail can plunge into him.
it goes limp, falling to the floor with a thud, the glow of its body dimming instantly.
âfuck,â he cursesâal-haitham rarely curses. this is not a light sting. âsince when do they do that?â
âsince forever,â you hiss, grabbing the edge of his cape to press on his wound and stop the blood flow, âmaybe if youâd just listened to me and read the attack patterns with me, youâd have known that.â
âiâve fought these plenty of times,â he says indignantly, teeth still grit in pain, âthey never do that.â
âmaybe if you werenât such a know it all,â you grumbleâbut then you gently reach over, cupping his cheek as you trace a thumb over the skin comfortingly, âis it too bad?â you ask, concern evident enough in your tone that he feels slightly bad.Â
al-haitham shakes his head, sighing quietly as you kiss his jaw. âiâll be fine. iâll just patch it up before we camp for the night.â
âare you sure? maybe we shouldââ
âitâll be fine,â he hums, âtheir venom isnât deadly anyway.â
âââââ
you and al-haitham manage to make it to the ruins by nightfall. somehow, miraculously, the two of you are able to trek towards the pyramid and seek shelter indoors for the night, right before it gets too dark and too cold.
al-haitham seems to act stranger and stranger as time goes on, quietly sitting in a corner against the wall and patching his arm up himself as you set up the fire by the tent. you look over at him and watch as he shudders and groans lightly.Â
âare you sure youâre alright?â you ask in concern, walking over and sitting as you curl up next to him, raising a brow as his body seems to stiffen at your touch, âbaby, you seemâŠâ
âiâm fine,â he says curtly.Â
you donât seem to be convinced, furrowing your brows before pressing a palm to his foreheadâhot. incredibly and unnaturally hot skin thatâs flushed a shade of crimson you hardly see on al-haitham, even when you tease him in that cheeky, flirty little way of yours that dusts blush over his face every time.Â
âhaitham,â you gasp, hand brushing back his bangs to feel more of his skinâitâs only then, do you realize just how sweaty his skin seems to be, too. âyouâre burning up!â
âiâm okayââ
âmaybe you should take your shirt off,â you say quickly, wiping the sweat from his forehead as you sit up straight, âitâs just the two of us here, anyway. itâll be fineââ
âno,â he grits, voice strangled, âiâmâhahâ he cuts himself off with a sharp inhale, ââiâm okay. just leave me alone, please. iâll just go walk it off in a bit.â
heâs panting. you can hear the way his voice is strained and the way his chest rises and falls rather rapidly. you should check the book again, just to see if thereâs anything about the side effects in the event you do happen to get stung.Â
âhmm, the textbook saysââ
âdo not read the textbook,â he practically begs.Â
you do anyway. âpossible side effects of stings include swelling, pain, nausea,â you start, glancing up at him and eyeing his patched arm, âwell, there was some swelling. are you nauseous?â
âno,â he almost wheezes out.Â
âletâs see, and it also says it can causeâoh.âÂ
possible side effects of stings include swelling, pain, nauseaâyou pause and swallow thickly as you read over the final partâand mild sexual arousal. sexual arousal. well, that would explain the heated and flushed skin, you suppose. and the sweat. you glance up at al-haithamâhe does anything but meet your eyes.Â
âi told you,â he says stiffly, muffling a groan as he crosses his arms and hunches forward, âiâll be fineââ
âbaby,â you hum, chuckling slightly as you run a hand through his hairâhe gulps, still avoiding your gaze, âwhy didnât you just tell me?â
âdonât,â he warns, jaw clenching as he looks up and stares at you with that same look of hunger youâve seen so many times before. itâs clear al-haitham is trying to fight off whatever heâs feelingâbut the reality is clear.Â
heâs very quickly losing himself to his desires.Â
âbut itâs just us in here,â you insist, hand trailing down his chest slowly before settling on his thigh. his breath hitches, following your hand with his eyes as it rubs along slowly and moves closer and closer inwards. âthese ruins have been abandoned for who knows how longâand weâre the only ones from the akademiya cleared to explore them.â
âdonât,â he says againâthereâs a warning tone to his voice this time, slightly more raspy and entirely more breathless, âifâŠif i start, i donât know if iâll be able to stop.â
âoh, but haitham,â you pout, slinging a leg over his waist and seating yourself on his lap. you stare down at his crotchâwet. thereâs a very noticeable wet patch over the bulge in his pants. you wonder how you didnât notice it sooner. âwho says iâd want you to stop?â
âlove, iâm serious,â he closes his eyes and swallows, panting as a bead of sweat rolls down his temple, âyou should sleep. iâll be okayâo-oh, fuck,â he cuts himself off with a gasp, hissing as you reach past his waistband and free his strained cock from the confinements.Â
itâs thick, his erectionâprobably far more swollen than youâve ever seen it before. it almost looks painful, with how red it is at the tip, with how it twitches from nothing else but the cool air hitting the heated skin. you think it might just be aching, in fact, from how he whimpers as you wrap a hand around it, just barely squeezing, just barely applying pressure to really relieve anything.
âhmm,â you look down, inspecting, âseems sensitive.â you give it a slow, experimental stroke, instantly making him groan loudly as his head falls back, a stream of pre cum leaking from the tip enough to coat his already slick cock.Â
âfuck, fuckâmore,â he rasps, hand grabbing your thigh and squeezing hard to ground himself.
âokay,â you murmur, nodding to yourself, âvery sensitive. guess weâll just have to get this out of your system.â
you drag your hand over his length, slow at first, before building up a quick, steady rhythmâjust the way heâs always liked it. you lean in, kissing along his jaw as he writhes under you while you squeeze around the base of his cock, rolling your palm over his tip before repeating the motion over and over and over again.Â
his mouth is parted, low groans and the occasional soft whine fall past his lips, making the ache between your own legs worsen as you watch him fall apart. thereâs a dull throb in your core, and you can feel the fabric of your underwear dampen, but all youâre worried about for now is the man before you. any other time, youâd think itâs a bit shameless, doing something so dirty, so filthy, so inappropriate in the middle of the desert like thisâespecially while on a research expedition, no less. but you couldnât just leave your boyfriend to suffer like this, could you? what kind of girlfriend would you be then? and youâre not so cruel as to leave al-haitham to suffer like this all night, or longer, evenâwho knows how long before the side effects wear off? itâs the wisest choice to just help him, to take care of him like he always takes care of you.
thatâs right, you think to yourselfâyouâre helping him like any doting lover would. youâre not at all interested by this predicament of hisâŠor aroused, for that matter. no, youâre simply worried for him, and itâs up to you to relieve him of the painfully frustrating tension he must be suffering through after he so graciously fought to protect you from the dangers of the desert.
âjusâ like that,â he gasps as you touch him, chest still rising and falling as quickly as beforeâhis shirt is damp too, a noticeable wet patch forming over most of it as the sweat collects on the fabric, âd-donât stopâfuck, feels so good.â
âcâmon, haitham,â you murmur, taking your other hand to tug at the end of his shirt, âtake this offâi told you, youâll feel better.â
he listensâwhatever is in that venom must be something strong because al-haitham is the most stubborn individual youâve ever met. under normal circumstances, heâd refuse to take his shirt off even if, deep down, he knew himself itâd help. but right now, he quickly reaches at the hem before pulling it off, tossing it to the side as his bare chest is exposed for you to admire. his usual pale skin is flushed, a soft pink that glistens from the sweat that he canât seem to get rid of, even as you work his swollen cock with your fist.Â
itâs pretty, the way he sounds, the way he looks. you run a thumb over his slit, and he whimpers. not too often of times have you heard al-haitham whimperâbut today, he seems to have lost any and all control, too busy thrusting his hips up to meet your strokes as he moans lowly.Â
âwhenâd you start to feel it?â you ask curiously, pecking his forehead as you leave scattered kisses along his face, âhow long have you been trying to play it off?â
âs-sinceâŠâ he starts, but he trails off as your thumb traces over a thick being along the underside of his length, letting out a soft whine at the feeling before bucking his hip into your hand more desperately. you donât think youâve ever seen al-haitham so worked upâso needy and riled up and painfully fucked out before heâs even cum yet. âsince i f-first got stung,â he admits through labored breaths, âjust got worse slowly.â
âyou shouldâve told me,â you coo, ânot like i donât see you like this anyway. poor thing,â you pout softly, eyeing the way his cock twitches in your hand, more beads of pre cum oozing from the tip and leaving a stream down his length, âlooks like it hurts.â
âit does,â he rasps, âfeelsâŠfeels like âm gonna pass out.â
âdonât worry,â you hum, squeezing tighter around him, working him quicker as your hand jerks his aching cock off with a tight fist, âiâll help you cum. âs what you deserve for fighting that thing for me. my strong baby.â
âc-close,â he says through a cracked voice, like the praise is enough to send him hurtling over the edge, ââm so closeâsh-shit.â
âyeah?â you ask sweetly, pecking his forehead, âthen cum, baby. think youâll feel much better.â
you roll a thumb over his nipple, hard under the pad of your thumb, and enough to make him gasp loudly before he lets out a deep grunt, cum spilling from his sensitive tip. itâs more than youâve ever seen from himâthick, endless ropes of hot, sticky cum coating your hand and his abs as you pump his cock through his orgasm. youâre glad you made him take his shirt offâthis wouldâve been an even more unpleasant trip if heâd had to walk around in a soiled shirt.
âfuck, f-fuckâso g-good,â he stutters, his head thrown back against the wall that supports his body, legs spreading apart to give you better access to working his cock through his high. one hand reaches to play with his balls as you milk his cock, squeezing as you stroke upwards and watch every thick drop of cum shoot past his tip.Â
it feels like forever, his orgasm. itâs long, and his voice is strained from calling your name over and over by the time heâs finishedâbut heâs still just as hard as before. noâin fact, you think he might be even harder.Â
âwellâŠâ you start, staring at his erection as it rests against his sculpted abs, âi donât think that did much.â
âno,â he pants, staring at you through lust-hazed eyes, âit didnât. but i have an idea that might help, though.â
âyeah? what is it, oh wise grand sage?â
al-haitham, for the first time ever, doesnât correct you that heâs the acting grand sage. instead, he lifts you up slightly and pulls your pants down to pool at your ankles before lining your dripping cunt over his cock. you bite your lip, moving to ever so slightly drag his tip along your clit, making the both of you shiver with a desperate gasp at the ghost friction.
âi think,â he starts, finger circling your clit slowly as you whine before letting your head fall to the crook of his neck, âthat perhaps fucking you might be the only way to get this out of my system. what do you say?â
âhaitham, please,â you whine, fingers digging into his shoulders as you clutch onto him, âneed you.â
âyeah?â he chuckles breathlessly, replacing his finger and teasing your folds with the tip of his cock, coating the head with the slick of your pussy as you quiver over him, âneed me, huh? i thought i was the one who got stung. shouldnât it be the other way around?â
you would scoff if you werenât aching to feel the burning stretch of him intruding your neglected cuntâal-haitham always finds a way to be himself at the end of the day. always so frustratingly confident and painfully good at teasing.Â
âfuck me, haitham,â you plead, pushing your hips down until the first few inches of his length push past your entrance, dragging his tip along your folds and pulling a whine from you as he chokes on a low groan.
âf-fuck,â he grunts, âso tightâa-always so tight.â
his hands grasp at your hips, slowly guiding you to sink all the way down on his cock, taking it inch by inch until heâs buried all the way, his tip nudging perfectly against that sensitive spot in the back of your walls. al-haitham feels like heâs been made just for you like thatâfitting you perfectly enough that he hits all the right spots without even trying, without even having to angle his hips in order to give you what you need from him.
you feel sweat collect on your own forehead, mirroring the same glistening of his own skin as you bite your lip and whimper out a pathetic, âh-haitham, moreâplease.â
âitâs a good thing i brought you with me,â he pants as he snaps his hips up, his hands still guiding your hips to bounce on his cock as you pull up before slamming back down, your walls hugging his thick girth tightly while his fat tip presses against your sweet spot. âimagine where iâd be if you werenât here. j-jusâ wouldnât feel the same if i was fucking my fist instead of this sweet cunt.â
the stretch is too goodâthe way he splits you open as he bullies into your pussy, pushing past your folds and dragging his thick veins along your walls, makes your head spin, pleasure burning up your nerves and spreading across your entire body. your lips attach themselves to his neck, kissing and sucking along the skin as he groans and tightens his bruising grip on your hips.
âb-babyâfuck, âs so good,â you mewl, âh-haithamâoh.â
âtake me so well,â he says breathlessly, face falling slack as your walls flutter around his length and relieve the ache that was all too overwhelming just a few moments agoâbeing buried into your pussy is enough to turn the tight grit of his jaw into a loose, parted lips as he moans your name. âtaking it so well, like the good girl you are. youângh, fuckâyou want to make me feel better, donât you?â
âi do,â you nod, sobbing as his thumb finds your clit and rubs harsh circles into the delicate bundle of nerves, âi do, i doâplease, haitham. faster, need more.â
âyeah?â he lets out a strangled chuckle, biting his lip and groaning as you snap your hips down particularly rough, squeezing around him tightly, âyou need more? iâd almost say you were stung instead of me.â
your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving angry, red marks in their wake as his fingers dig into the plush skin of your hips. you slam down on him with every roll of your hips, his own meeting you halfway as he bucks up, fucking into youâyou can feel it, the impending high that you reach closer and closer to, every circle of his thumb on your clit and every brush of his cock against your walls bringing you close to falling off the edge.
ââmâŠg-gonna cum, haithamâfuck, a-almost there, baby,â you pant, mewling as you throw your head back while he leans in to kiss your neck, biting hard enough that you almost wonder if thereâs blood.
âme too,â he groans, âyouâŠyouâre so perfect,â you feel his head bury into your shoulder, his forehead digging into your shoulder as you cradle the back of his head with a hand and whine, âiâm bringing you to every tripâfuck you in every ruin i explore. youâd like that, wouldnât you?â
âyes, yesâplease,â you babble, nodding as your back arches before you feel the coil snapâyou gasp his name, a repeat of haitham, haitham, haitham, falling from your lips as he fucks into you through your high. the spasm of your walls around him sends him hurtling into his second orgasmâeven more earth-shattering than the first.
âthatâs it,â he moans, his voice deep and raspy as it cracks in the middle, âcanât even be mad i got stungânot when you let me fuck you l-like this. soâŠfeels so goodââm c-cumming.â
itâs not the first time al-haitham has cum in youâbut itâs never felt like this before. itâs hot, his cumâit spills into you and coats your walls in a sticky mess that forms a ring at the base of his cock as it pumps into you. the mess of his release and your arousal coats both of your thighs, leaking from your abused cunt and smearing along your skin. you can feel him twitch with every rope, can feel the way he throbs as he spills into you and paints your walls white with his release. itâs desperateâneedy and so, so filthy, just like the sounds he makes into your ear, breathless pants that make your stomach do flips as you listen to him fall apart and break.Â
he slumps as he finishes, your body falling against him as you both pant harshly and catch your breaths. he kisses your neck delicately as you stroke his hair, admiring his spent form under you.
âas much as i hate that you got stung,â you mumble, âthisâŠthis might not have been the worst thing.â
âoh yeah?â he snorts, looking up and raising a browâitâs only then that you feel it, the twitch of his still hard cock, still buried deep in your abused cunt, âare you sure? because we arenât nearly finished yetâi really hope youâre prepared to take it.â
the textbook may have lied, you thinkâthis is not mild at all. this might delay your trip quite a bit.
i would go with him hoping he gets stung every time so i could suck the soul out of him tbh
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9:20 AM.
Jungkook (your boyfriend) knew exactly how to make you feel good, only he knew how to please your body.
pairing: bf!Jungkook x gf!reader genre/tags: smut, fluff, teasing, dom!jungkook x sub!reader, marking, jungkook has a tongue piercing, fingering, oral (f. receiving), mentions of crying (from pleasure), female orgasm words: 1.2k
**old repost from my deleted blog
You were excited for your boyfriend to come back home from his morning jog. You woke up after he did and he left the cutest little handwritten note on the refrigerator. It said on the note that he went out for his morning jog and is heading to the market after to pick a few things up for tonightâs dinner. You smile at his note and thought it was so sweet how he couldâve just sent a simple text but wanted to go the extra mile by handwriting a note for you. Deciding to do your own thing while heâs gone, you pick a romantic comedy movie to watch on Netflix to pass the time. Patiently waiting for Jungkook to arrive back home, you heard the door suddenly unlock and hurry to get up to go leave out of your room.
âJUNGKOOK!â You shout eagerly, almost pouncing on him once he gets through the door.
âY/n, my baby girl,â He greets you back with a doting smile, wrapping his arms around your waist, encasing himself into you.
You wasted no time to start kissing him, immediately going in to grab his pretty face with both of your hands, crashing your lips into his. He mustâve been thinking about doing this all day because once you two start making out, he carries you straight into both of your guyâs bedroom and places you gently onto the bed.
Jungkook knew exactly how to make you feel good, only he knew how to please your body. Heâd begin by peppering your jaw and neck with a plethora of kisses, leaving a faint trail of hickies behind. Heâd also be rubbing your inner thigh with his large hands that always turn you on every time you look at them. The prominent veins on his hands and arms when he flexes just a teensy bit is enough to make you cum in your panties.
âI love you so much,â Jungkook murmurs against your skin, still kissing and sucking on your neck as if heâs a vampire.
âLove you too kooâ fuckâŠâ Your response was interrupted by what he was doing to you next. Jungkookâs tattooed hand makes its way down to the tight shorts you were wearing. The shorts were pink and had a cute hello kitty design on them, Jungkook was the one who bought them for you actually. Heâs always loved seeing you in the clothes he bought for you over the years, acting like a little kid on Christmas.
Jungkook is rubbing you over your shorts and the friction is driving you absolutely insane. You can just feel how wet youâre becoming, the juices from your heat start to overflow; seeping through your panties and he feels you throbbing on his fingers. Heâs got a sinister look on his face and you already know that means youâre in for something amazing to make your morning.
âSheesh baby, look how wet your pussyâs gettingâŠâ Jungkook looks in awe, hissing at the sight of a giant wet spot forming in your panties after he took off your tight skimpy shorts.
Jungkook begins caressing, kissing, and licking your lower body, touching every curve and crevice of you, not missing a single spot. His touch is so gentle, so warm, so inviting. His tongue rolls along the inside of your thigh, the steel metal of his tongue piercing feels cold but the sensation tingles down your spine. Flinching from the action he performed, he notices straight away, eyebrows raised in a sudden stir of confusion.
âYou okay baby?â He asks softly before continuing, wanting to make sure nothing he did hurt you.
âY-yes, just feeling a little sensitive thatâs allâŠâ You say quietly.
You feel him smile against your soft flesh, planting more wet kisses against yours thighs and laid his head there for a while to feel your warmth.
âI could be like this all day yâknow?â He basks in your presence, speaking in a mumbled tone, half his face still buried in your thighs.
âI know koo.â
Jungkook raises his head a tiny bit just to face your clothed pussy again. He couldnât stop smiling like an idiot, bringing his faceâspecifically his nose, closer to you to get a whiff of your sweet aroma. He practically buries his nose into your panties and drags it down your slit.
âYou smell so good..â He was intoxicated by your scent, loving the natural, but fragrant essence.
He licks a stripe to your clothed core, making you moan out loud and bring your hand to latch onto his fluffy hair. You love to play with it and make it a mess of his hair after heâs done giving you the best head of your life.
âYou taste really good too babe,â Jungkook couldnât get enough of you, he was literally drunk off your pussy.
You were so desperate for him to take your panties off as you were starting to make more of a sticky mess in them but he seemed to be enjoying it more that way. He wanted to prolong the action of coming into contact with your bare pussy. He wanted to tease you so much until you were begging for him to touch your clit. You wanted nothing but his tongue against your wet folds right now.
âJ-jungkookâŠâ You mutter so lowly, he almost couldnât hear you.
âHmm, whatâs my name baby?â He asks while still teasing your entrance, now sliding one of his fingers inside your floral panties.
âJungkook!â You moan louder this time, feeling somewhat better that youâre almost getting to where you want to be.
âWant you to scream my name for hours, can you do that for me babydoll?â He asks in a serious tone, pushing his finger in and out of your soaked cunt.
You nod submissively, âo-okay daddy..â arching your back against the bed from the amazing feeling, Jungkook knows exactly how to use his fingers on you.
He kept fingering you harder and deeper until you look him in the eyes and visibly start to tear up from all the pleasure heâs giving you. Itâs so good but so unbearable at the same time. He made you feel like you were in heaven, crying out his name, just saying âJungkook, Jungkook, Jungkookâ on repeat whilst heâs finger fucking you. Heâs scissoring your tight hole from the inside out and your juices were now running so far down your legs. You were super close to your orgasm and he could tell by the contorted face you were making.
âJungkook⊠Jungkook.. fuck Iâm gonna cum!â You scream for him, eyes rolling to the back of your head and your vision was going insanely blurry.
âYeah baby thatâs it, just relaxâŠcum for daddy,â Jungkook coaxes you through it, encouraging you to reach your high but still adding slight pressure to your clit. You couldnât take it anymore, just letting go and being in eternal bliss as you reached your climax. You moaned his name a couple more times and he called you his good girl for cumming when he told you to. You went back to making out and he was now massaging your boobs.
âYouâre really horny today, huh?â You ask Jungkook, stifling a giggle at his overly naughty behavior.
âThe real question should be when am I not horny whenever Iâm with you y/n..â Jungkook shamelessly admits, grabbing your face once again to kiss you harder.
At least you can say you donât have issues with satisfying your man in the bedroom !
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in sickness and in health
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warnings: doctors office, physical appointment, needle warning!, fear of needles/medical stuff, established relationship, husband!rafe, soft!rafe pregnancy cw
âyou ready to go?â rafe asks, swinging his car keys around his finger.
âuh, yeahâŠâ you look down to your own hand, keys clenched in your first.
âyou wanna drive?â rafe asks, frowning. you never drive your own car when he's available.
âum⊠i just figured you wouldn't wanna go.â you shrug. âits just a physical.â
âit's still the doctors, and the doctors make you nervous.âÂ
rafe isn't wrong, you're not a fan of anything medical, but it's just your family doctors office, not the hospital or anything too scary.
âdon't you have golf with top?â you scheduled your appointment for the same time he usually meets up with topper at the country club, thinking it would be a good time to pop in real quick.
âi canceled when you put your appointment on the calendar. do you not want me to come?â rafe frowns.
âno, i do! i just figured-â you shrug. âi don't know, you wouldn't want to.â
âwhat did our vows say baby?â rafe asks.
âhuh?âÂ
âin sickness and in health. im coming.â rafe takes the car keys out of your hand, tossing them back into the bowl on your entrance table. âand im driving, of course.â
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âthanks for coming with me rafey.â you squeeze his hand, eyes on the clock as the minutes tick by. you arrived early for your appointment, only to be told the doctor was running behind. âeven though im not really sick.â you giggle at how seriously he takes his vows.
âi would never expect you to go alone, honey.â rafe simply says. ânow, do you want me to go in the room with you or should i wait out here? i don't mind either way.â
âum⊠actually can you come in with me?â you ask shyly, feeling your cheeks heat up. âi need to get my flu shot and you know how much i hate needles.â
âshit, a shot?â rafe leans forward to pick his water bottle up off the table, thrusting it into your hands. âhere, hydrate. don't want you passing out.â
âthanks.â you take a sip of the water. rafe came with you once long before you were married to get blood drawn, and you think you traumatized him by passing out right after the needle left your arm.
âdo you want me to get a snack from the vending machine, love?â rafe questions, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
âno, but do you think we could go out to lunch after?â you pout out your bottom lip, although there really is no reason to as rafe quickly agrees.
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âand you're alright with your husband being in here?â the doctor asks.
you nod enthusiastically. âyup! i asked him, since im gonna be getting the flu shot.â
your doctor nods, remembering from last year how much you hated the needle. âalright, i will just have you sit in here mr. cameron for a moment while we get a urine sample.â
you feel extra thankful for accepting the water from rafe in the waiting room as you're easily able to fill up the sample cup before placing it in the cupboard.
âalright, the labs will get to work on it right away.â your doctor nods. âwill probably be done by the end of your appointment, if not soon after.âÂ
âawesome.â you nod, heading back into the exam room, smiling when you realize rafe was patiently waiting for you to return.
the doctor goes through your normal exam, asking you questions and checking your vitals, making notes to add to the system later.
âalright, it all looks good. why don't you hop up on the table and we can do your flu shot?â
âokay.â you swallow heavily, looking to rafe who stands with you, gripping your hand and allowing you to press your face into his chest.
âdon't tell me when.â you say, muffled by rafes shirt. âjust do it.â
you feel the poke and stiffen out, letting out a small sound that hurts rafes chest to hear, holding you tighter as the doctor withdrawals the needle and covers your arm with a bandage.
âall done! you did great. just lay down.âÂ
you lay back on the bed, eyes closing as you breath, thankfully not feeling the urge to pass out.
âim going to have a nurse bring you in some crackers and apple juice while i get your results back from the urine test.â
âthank you.â you manage to mumble as your doctor leaves.
you blink your eyes open to look up at rafe. âthat sucked, but thanks for being here.â you smile, rafe bending down to press a quick kiss to your lips as the nurse comes in.
âi got âem.â rafe holds the two cups, allowing you to pick out a cracker and eat it before realizing how dry your mouth is. you manage to sit up, head still slightly dizzy, to take a sip of juice, the sugary drink instantly making you feel better.
you keep snacking until your doctor returns, a stack of papers in her hands.
âfeeling good?â she questions, to which you quickly nod.
âyes, thank you.â
âso, just to quickly go over your resultsâŠâ she frowns when she looks at the paper.Â
âwhat's wrong?â rafe asks.
âi need to ask you to step out of the room, mr. cameron.â she says.
âno!â you squeal, before quickly composing yourself. âno, i want him here. especially if something is wrong.â
âyour results look good except for an elevated hormone called hcg. it's a sign of pregnancy.â
âim⊠im pregnant?â
âyes. the results indicate more than three weeks pregnant.â
you look up to rafe, watching him process the information as tears well in his eyes. he finally looks down at you as tears fall.
âbaby⊠we are gonna be parents.â
you let out a sob, not even realizing that you were already crying as well as rafe pulls you into a tight hug.
âill give you guys a moment.â the doctor quickly steps out of the room.
âoh my god.â you press your hands against your stomach. âoh my god!â
âim⊠im so happy.â rafe laughs, pressing a kiss against your lips.
âoh rafe, you're gonna be the best daddy ever.â you cup his cheek, pulling him back in for a more intense kiss.
sfw taglist: @winterrrnight @bejeweledreverie
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Title: In Which Gojo Satoru Commits Regicide.
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader (JJK).
Word Count: 0.7k.
TW: Mentions of Consensual Sex and Off-Screen Violence. I Am Coping, But I Am Also Pissed. Be Patient, I Beg of You.
Live Dove: Tender and Sweet.
Youâd been a little confused when Satoru came home uncharacteristically giddy in spite of the bitingly cold February weather, and a little more than confused when he said he had something to show you, took you by the arm, and teleported you out of your apartment entirely (after waiting for you to give your clear and enthusiastic consent, of course). You had no idea where he was taking you, but it only took a single second of whipping your head in either direction, a single glimpse of those awful bright yellow curtains and tacky eagle rug, to know where you were.
âSatoru,â you gasped, and his grin widened. âIs this the oval office?â
âThe one and only.â His voice was low and smug, his tone more than enough to prove that he already knew you like your surprise. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he swept the content the presidential desk in the floor with his free hand and lifted you onto its outer edge, placing himself in the space between your open legs as if brought there by a gravitational pull. You draped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a long, deep kiss as sweet as apple pie, or funnel cake, or other true symbols of American culture that were formed through a broad, grassroot endearment rather than a bunch of gross old men deciding theyâd look cool on a flag three-hundred years ago.
Reminded of gross old men, you pulled away with another sharp gasp. âBut, âtoru, what if he catches us?â
You had no problem with getting your back blown out by your loving boyfriend in one of the most sacred rooms in the United States, but if that lead-paint poisoned geezer happened to walk in (if he even could walk on his own, anymore), itâd totally ruin the mood. Satoru only laughed. âDonât worry, baby,â And then, flashing you a quick wink, âI made sure to clear the place out for us.â
âSatoru, you didnât!â
âGuess some fascists just canât handle their blunt force damage,â he said, shrugging. Suddenly, your expression dropped, and Satoru noticed right away. âWhatâs wrong, baby?â
âWell, itâs not that the racist, senile felon didnât deserve to have his skull caved in by a bisexual transgender man â since, yâknow, weâre both bisexual and transgender.â Satoru nodded, affirming the fact that you two were similarly transgender and also bisexual, which you were. âItâs just â now that misogynistic white supremacist who jerks off to Margaret Atwoodâs The Handmaidâs Tale every night before fucking his couch is going to be president, and that that kind of sucks too.â
âJames David Vance?â Â Satoru asked, refusing to use his initially and therefore highlighting how stupidly pretentious his name was. âYou think too little of me, sweetheart.â
Possibly for the third time, you gasped. âIs heâŠ?â
âMhm. Took care of him right before I came home, got him right as he was coming out of his filler appointment. Beat him to death with a copy of his own book and everything, after leaving it a one-star review on Goodreads, of course.â Again, he shrugged, but smile gave away his self-satisfaction. âItâs all in a dayâs work for the worldâs strongest and most politically active sorcerer, I guess.â
âBut, if that pathetic old man and his castrated lapdog are both dead, then whoâs the president?â
âCheck the news, baby.â
You fished your phone out of your pocket as Satoru sucked hickeys into your neck, obviously waiting until he had your full attention to go further. Again, you gasped. You were starting to lose count of how many times thatâd happened, so far. âAbortions and insulin are provided upon request and also free now?!â
âOh, wait, are they?â You turned your screen in his direction, and Satoru hummed in approval. Everyoneâs quality of life had gotten a lot better since your good friend, Nanami Kento, was placed onto the Supreme Court in the final days of Bidenâs term. âSick. Not what I was talking about, though â scroll down.â
You scrolled down, and gasped once more. Your throat was starting to hurt. âEveryone in the countryâs unanimously ellected the first female president?â
âNot just any female president,â he said, smirking and tapping on a trust-worthy article from a reliable and non-partisan source. âSay her name for me, baby.â
The final gasp you gaspt was the loudest and most gasp-like of all.
âHatsune Miku?!â
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OlderBf!Simon x CollegeStudent!Reader
Kept writing this in my head, finally wrote it down. Could be something, could be nothing
Cw: mostly fluff and domestic goodness, reference to 18+ themes, allusions to Simon sharing Reader with tf141
Olderbf!Simon is quiet and observant. Yes that means heâs often an excellent listener for his chatty little Bird, and notices things about you that you donât even notice about yourself. That also means he knows exactly when you donât want to talk. Your brow furrows in that way that he secretly finds amusing, your lips are pressed in an impossibly thin line. He doesnât mind when you donât want to talk, silence with you is just as good as listening to you talk for hours
Introducing him to your friends wasâŠinteresting to say the least. You knew the age gap alone would make them skeptical. So Simon did what any logical person would do. He took you and your friends out to a really nice restaurant and got all of you your own bouquets.Â
Simon will ALWAYS walk you home from your evening classes, clubs that get out late, rehearsals, anything you got going on. If its dark out heâs waiting outside ever so patiently ânot safe for a pretty thing like you to walk aloneâ (when heâs away on a mission he will arrange for an escort from someone heâs vetting and trusts)Â
When he stays with you at your dorm heâs attached to you like velcro. He follows you down to the laundry room and of course sends an especially deadly look to the hockey player who dared to look at you for a moment too long in the hallway
Simonâs heart damn near jumped out of his chest when you played him one of your favorite playlists and it was full of songs he liked at your age (you didnât have the heart to tell him that your dad introduced that music to you, he was just so happy!)
Simon doesnât mind when you go out to college parties without him âmâtoo old for that young crowd anywayâ heâd say. He loves watching you get ready and put on outfits are that are far too revealing, heâs not intimidated by college boys and trusts you. Besides, heâll be there at the end of the night to make sure you and all of your friends get home safe. He takes you to his place though, you were just so cute and needy and heâd hate to keep your roommates up all night.Â
He loooovvveeees seeing you wear his clothes, doesnât matter your size heâs so large youâre swimming in his shirts no matter what. He loves it a little extra when you leave his place to go to classes sporting a shirt with his last name plastered in all caps on the back.Â
He attends all of your events. Donât try hiding them from him, heâll find out and be there no matter what you say. You BEG him to stop coming after one of your professors asked if he was your father right before you unknowingly walked over and planted a big kiss on his lips, he does not comply with your wishes. He liked the shock and borderline horror on your professors face.
Simon spoils you, he buys your textbooks and if you need extra money for food or supplies itâs being transferred to you before you even get the chance to say no. Itâs not just necessities though! He learns all of your interests and you get plenty of gifts related to them all of the time.
Once your friends got comfortable with Simon he was automatically invited to every girls night at the local collage bar. His presence alone kept the creeps away so you and your friends could have fun. Not to mention he always picks up the tab before any of you realize and drives everyone home safely.Â
When he talks about you to his team they all get a little too invested a little too fast. Soap and Gaz constantly asking to see pictures of you âsaid she did something new with her hairâ or some other excuse slipping past their lips. Price was more subtle about his attraction to you, quietly soaking up every story Simon cared to share. Heâs the first to volunteer when Simon isnât able to pick you and your friends up from a party, not that Simon would trust Soap or Gaz with the job.
Itâs not lost on Simon when the boys start asking âhowâs our Birdieâ instead of âhowâs your Birdieâ He doesnât mind, a small smirk always tugging on his lips. One day he surprises them with âSheâs great, finally wants to meet you lot.â Technically you hadnât said that yet, but Simon highly doubted youâd turn down the opportunity to have three additional men around his age fawning all over you.
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A/N: Hello! first post! yay!! I promise these will get better as I find my groove and nicheđ for now please enjoy this stream of consciousness that wouldn't leave my brain
P.S: my lovely friend who pre-read this for me requested a part two immediately with more of the other boys and some more explicit thoughts and concept so keep your eyes peeled for that
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Pairing â Patient! Yang Jungwon x Patient! (F) Reader
Synopsis â After a traumatic event leaves you struggling to cope, you get admitted to a mental hospital in hopes of finding peace and healing. Feeling lost and overwhelmed on your arrival, you meet Jungwon, a fellow patient with his own burdens and a mysterious past. Even though Jungwon is a bit hot headed and tend to come off as rude and smart to people, you find solace in Jungwon company. What happens when you and Jungwon go through struggles together? Will he open up to you to his mysterious past? Or will he shut himself out, just like he did with everyone else?
Genre â ANGST, Fluff (If you squint), Eventual Smut
Warning â Implied character deaths, Car accident, Family issues (Jungwon side), Crying, Smoking, Depression, Mis-Communication, Fighting (Reader gets hit once in one), Shots, Arguments, No comfort, Jungwon is mean to Reader a lot, Jungwon has anger issues, Dom! Jungwon x Sub! Reader, Making out, Eating out, Overstimulation, No protection, have a feeling I missed some so lmk!
W.c â 15.7k
A/n â Hey guys! Sorry for being inactive lately, studies have been coming at me left and right and I didnât have time to make any fics. :( So why not make a depressing fic just because. đŒ Reminder everything in this fic is fake and not real! Sunghoon fic of Hidden Desires is almost done so please stay tune for that! I know a lot have been waiting for that so I apologize for the wait! Also, if you would like to be added to the perm taglist click here! Not proofread!
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You remember clearly how the snow flew ever so softly against the window. Your eyes full of innocence and curiosity. Your mom looked back and gave you a soft smile. You returned it as she looked away from you.
You continued watching the snow fall when all of a sudden you hear the sound of screeching tires and the crunch of metal against metal filled the air as the your car collided with another vehicle.
Time seemed to slow down, and in those agonizing moments, you could feel every jolt and impact. The world spun around you, and then, everything went black.
Months had passed since that fateful night, but the memory of the crash haunted you every waking moment. You sat in a dimly lit therapist's office, your hands trembling as you recounted the events leading up to the accident. Your therapist, Dr. Mitchell, listened intently, a look of concern etched on his face.
âI just can't get it out of my head," You said, your voice barely above a whisper, "Every time I close my eyes, I see it happening all over again."
Dr. Mitchell nodded sympathetically, "You've been through a traumatic experience, and it's completely understandable that you're struggling. But I think it's time we consider a different approach to your treatment."
You looked up, confusion and apprehension mingling in you eyes, "What do you mean?"
âI believe that a more intensive form of therapy might be beneficial for you," Dr. Mitchell explained gently, "There's a mental health facility that specializes in helping individuals who have experienced severe trauma. I think it could be a good fit for you."
Your heart raced at the thought of being admitted to a mental hospital. The idea was daunting, since youâve never been to one before, but you knew that you couldn't go on living like this. The nightmares, the flashbacks, the constant anxietyâit was all too much to bear.
âOkay," You said finally, your voice steady despite the fear gnawing at your insides. "I'll do it."
The rain poured heavily as you stepped out of the car, your heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and uncertainty. The imposing building of the mental hospital loomed ahead, its grey facade blending with the stormy sky. You took a deep breath, clutching your bag tightly, and made your way to the entrance.
As you entered, the sterile smell of disinfectant filled the air. A kind-looking woman approached you, her smile warm yet professional.
"Welcome," She said softly. "I'm Dr. Kim, the head of this facility. I'll be escorting you to your room."
You nodded, feeling a slight sense of relief at her reassuring demeanor. She led you through the winding corridors, the sound of your footsteps echoing off the walls. The hospital seemed quiet, almost eerily so, with only the occasional murmur of voices or the distant sound of a door closing.
Just as you were beginning to feel a sense of calm, a commotion erupted from a nearby hallway. Raised voices and the sound of a struggle reached your ears. Dr. Kim's expression tightened, and she quickened her pace, urging you to follow closely.
As you turned the corner, you saw them â two boys in the midst of a heated fight.
One of them, with strikingly intense eyes and a determined expression, was on top of another boy. He was grappling the another boy, their movements a blur of fists and fury. The sight was shocking, a stark contrast to the otherwise serene environment.
âJungwon, stop!" Dr. Kim's voice cut through the chaos, authoritative and firm. The boys hesitated, their breathing heavy, but the fight didn't completely cease.
You stood frozen, unsure of what to do. Jungwon's eyes flickered towards you for a brief moment, and something in his gaze made your heart ache. There was pain there, and anger, but also a flicker of something else â a plea for help, perhaps.
Dr. Kim stepped between them, her presence commanding, "This is not the place for this," She said sternly, "Both of you, to your rooms. Now."
Reluctantly, the boys separated, still glaring at each other. Jungwon's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he turned and walked away, his shoulders tense.
Dr. Kim sighed, turning back to you with an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry you had to witness that. Sometimes, emotions run high here. Let's continue to your room."
You nodded, still shaken by the encounter. As you followed Dr. Kim, you couldn't help but glance back towards the hallway where Jungwon had disappeared, a sense of unease settling in your chest. This place was supposed to be a sanctuary, a place of healing â but it seemed there were deeper wounds here than you had anticipated.
You followed Dr. Kim down the sterile, white-walled corridor of the mental hospital. The soft click of her heels echoed in the quiet hallway, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside your mind. She opened the door and stepped aside, allowing you to enter first.
âThis will be your room for the duration of your stay,â She said softly, her voice filled with a calm reassurance, âIf you need anything, donât hesitate to ask the staff.â
You nodded, offering a small, grateful smile. âThank you, Dr. Kim.â
She gave you one last encouraging look before leaving, the door closing with a soft click behind her. You stood there for a moment, taking in the room. It was simple, yet comforting in its own way.
A single bed with crisp white sheets, a small wooden desk, and a chair. The window overlooked a garden, the trees swaying gently in the breeze.
You walked over to the bed and set down your suitcase. As you began to unpack, the memories of the crash started to flood back. You tried to push them away, focusing instead on the mundane task of organizing your belongings. But the images were relentless.
You could still hear the screeching of tires, the shattering of glass, and the deafening silence that followed. You remembered the fear, the panic, and the overwhelming sense of helplessness. Your hands trembled as you folded your clothes, the fabric slipping through your fingers.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You couldnât let the memories consume you. Not now. Not when you were trying to heal. You placed your clothes in the small dresser, each movement deliberate and slow, as if grounding yourself in the present.
Once everything was unpacked, you sat on the edge of the bed, your body heavy with exhaustion. You lay down, the cool sheets a welcome relief against your skin. As you closed your eyes, the memories of the crash played out behind your eyelids like a haunting movie reel.
You remembered the faces of your parents, the ones who were no longer with you. The pain was sharp, cutting through the fog of your mind. You took another deep breath, focusing on the rise and fall of your chest. Slowly, the memories began to fade, replaced by the comforting rhythm of your breathing.
Sleep began to creep in, a gentle pull that you didnât resist. As you drifted off, you silently promised yourself that you would get through this. One day at a time. You would find a way to heal, to move forward, even if it meant facing the painful memories head-on.
In the quiet of your room, you finally found a moment of peace. The world outside continued to turn, but for now, you allowed yourself to rest, finding solace in the promise of a new beginning.
The morning sun filtered through the curtains as you got ready for your first group therapy session. You were surprised when a nurse woke you up from your sleep already seeing it was the next day. You guessed the flashbacks really got to you.
The events of the previous day still lingered in your mind, especially the sight of Jungwon fighting in the hallway. You took a deep breath, trying to shake off the unease. Today was a new day, and you were determined to make the most of it.
You left your room and made your way down the corridor, the soft hum of the hospitalâs air conditioning filling the silence. As you walked past someone room, you heard raised voices. Curiosity got the better of you, and you slowed your pace, peeking inside.
Jungwon was there, his face flushed with anger as he argued with a nurse, "I told you, I donât need any help!" he snapped, his voice sharp and filled with frustration. The nurse tried to calm him, but Jungwonâs agitation only seemed to grow.
Feeling a pang of sympathy and a bit of fear, you quickly walked away, not wanting to be seen. The intensity of his emotions was palpable, and it left you feeling unsettled.
You continued down the hallway and finally reached the room where the group therapy session was being held.
As you entered, you were greeted by a circle of chairs, each occupied by someone who, like you, was here to find a way through their struggles. The therapist, a gentle-looking woman named Dr. Lee, welcomed you with a warm smile, "Come in, take a seat," she said kindly.
You sat down, trying to focus on the session. The group began to share their stories, each personâs vulnerability and courage inspiring in its own way. But your mind kept drifting back to Jungwon, wondering what had pushed him to such anger.
During a break, you overheard two doctors talking near the doorway, "Did you hear about Jungwon?" one of them said. "Heâs not going to be in the group sessions today."
âAgain? Why?" the other doctor asked, sounding surprised.
âApparently, his behavior has been too disruptive. They think itâs best that he stays in his room." the first doctor replied.
You felt a mix of emotions â relief that you wouldnât have to witness another outburst, but also sadness for Jungwon. It was clear he was struggling deeply, and it pained you to think of him being isolated even further.
When the session resumed, you tried to focus on the stories being shared, drawing strength from the collective resilience of the group. But in the back of your mind, you couldnât help but hope that Jungwon would find the help he needed, even if it wasnât here in the group.
As the session ended, you left the room feeling a bit lighter, the support of the group giving you a sense of hope. But as you walked back to your room, you couldnât shake the image of Jungwonâs angry face, and you silently wished him strength and healing in whatever path lay ahead for him.
After spending the morning in your room after two group sessions, it was time for lunch. You made your way down the corridor, the scent of food growing stronger with each step. The cafeteria was bustling with patients and staff, the noise a stark contrast to the quiet of your room.
You grabbed a tray and moved through the line, picking out a sandwich, some fruit, and a drink. As you turned to find a place to sit, a wave of uncertainty washed over you. The room was filled with people, but you felt alone, unsure where you belonged.
You scanned the room, looking for an empty seat. Just as you were about to settle at an isolated table in the corner, a guy approached you. He had a sly grin on his face, his eyes glinting with something that made you uneasy.
âHey there,â he said, stepping closer, âWhy donât you sit with me?â
You hesitated, clutching your tray a little tighter. Before you could respond, he reached out, his hand brushing against your arm. Your heart raced, a sense of panic rising within you.
Suddenly, another voice cut through the tension, âLeave her alone.â
You looked up to see Jungwon standing there, his expression firm and serious. The guy stepped back, his grin fading as he realized he was outmatched.
âMind your own business,â the guy muttered, but he didnât push further. With a final glare, he walked away, leaving you and Jungwon standing there.
You turned towards Jungwon, you opened your mouth, ready to say a thank you, but Jungwon cut you off.
Jungwon turned to you, his eyes cold, âSeriously, canât you handle anything on your own? If it werenât for me saying something that guy probably wouldâve assaulted you.â He snapped, âItâs like you were looking for trouble.â
His words stung, and before you could respond, he walked away, leaving you standing there with your tray. You felt a mix of gratitude and hurt, unsure how to process his sudden change in demeanor.
You found an empty table and sat down, the weight of the interaction pressing on your mind. As you ate, you couldnât help but replay the scene in your head, wondering why Jungwon had been so harsh after helping you.
By the time you returned to your room, the encounter with Jungwon still lingered in your thoughts. The small spark of hope you had felt earlier was dimmed, replaced by confusion and a hint of sadness. Maybe, just maybe, this place wasnât as comforting as you had hoped.
The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the hospital grounds. After a long day of therapy sessions and group activities, you decided to take a walk in the garden. The fresh air and the gentle rustling of leaves always brought you a sense of calm, a brief escape from the sterile walls of the hospital.
As you wandered through the garden, you noticed a figure sitting on a bench tucked away in a quiet corner. It was Jungwon. He seemed at peace, his eyes closed and a faint thin line playing on his lips. You paused, not wanting to disturb his moment of tranquility. There was something captivating about the way he looked, so different from his usual guarded demeanor.
You stood there for a while, watching him from a distance. The way the soft light highlighted his features made him seem almost ethereal. Lost in your thoughts, you didnât notice when his eyes fluttered open and landed on you.
âWhat are you staring at?â Jungwonâs voice cut through the silence, harsh and unexpected.
You blinked, taken aback by his sudden change in tone, âIâm sorry, I didnât mean toââ
âDidnât mean to what?â He interrupted, standing up and closing the distance between you, âSpy on me? Invade my space?â
âNo, I just...â You struggled to find the right words, confusion and hurt mixing in your chest, âI was just walking and saw you. I didnât mean any harm.â
Jungwonâs eyes narrowed, his expression hard, âYou think just because weâre in the same place, you have the right to watch me like some kind of freak show?â
His words stung, each one like a sharp jab to your heart, âI didnât mean it like that,â you said softly, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. âIâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.â
For a moment, Jungwonâs face softened, but then he turned away, his shoulders tense, âJust... stay away from me,â He muttered before walking off, leaving you standing there in the fading light.
You watched him go, a heavy feeling settling in your chest. The peaceful moment you had witnessed was now overshadowed by his harsh words. You couldnât understand why he had lashed out at you, why he seemed so angry when all you had done was admire the serenity he had found.
As you continued your walk, the garden no longer felt like a sanctuary. The beauty of the flowers and the gentle breeze couldnât chase away the confusion and sadness that Jungwonâs words had left behind. You wondered if you would ever understand him, if there was more to his anger than what he had shown.
The next morning, you wake up with a sense of dread lingering from the previous evening's encounter with Jungwon. After getting ready, you head to the group therapy session, hoping to find some solace among others who understand your struggles.
As you enter the room, your eyes surprisingly immediately land on Jungwon. He's sitting in one of the seats, his expression unreadable. You hesitate for a moment, considering whether to sit next to him or not. The memory of his harsh words still stings, so you decide to sit far away, choosing a seat on the opposite side of the room.
The session begins, and Dr. Lee starts by asking everyone to share their experiences. As the circle progresses, you feel a knot forming in your stomach. When itâs your turn, you take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves.
âIâm here because of a car crash,â You begin, your voice trembling slightly, âIt happened a few months ago. My parents... they didnât make it. I was the only one who survived.â
The room is silent, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. You notice Jungwon watching you intently, his eyes softening as you continue.
âIâve been struggling with survivorâs guilt,â You admit, tears welling up in your eyes, âEvery day feels like a battle, and sometimes I donât know how to keep going.â
Dr. Lee nods empathetically, offering you a comforting smile, âThank you for sharing that. It takes a lot of courage to open up about such a painful experience.â
You nod, feeling a mix of relief and vulnerability. As the therapist moves on to Jungwon, you canât help but glance in his direction. Heâs staring at the floor, his hands clenched into fists.
âJungwon, would you like to share why youâre here?â Dr. Lee asks gently.
For a moment, thereâs only silence. Jungwonâs jaw tightens, and he shakes his head, âI donât want to talk about it,â He mutters, his voice barely audible.
Dr. Lee respects his choice and moves on to the next person, but you canât shake the feeling that thereâs more to Jungwonâs story than heâs letting on. Throughout the session, you catch him glancing at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and something else you canât quite place.
As the session comes to an end, you gather your things and head for the door. To your surprise, Jungwon approaches you, his expression softer than youâve ever seen it.
âIâm sorry about yesterday,â he says quietly, avoiding your gaze, âI didnât mean to snap at you. I just... I have my own issues, and sometimes itâs hard to control my anger.â
You nod, appreciating his apology, âItâs okay. Weâre all dealing with something here.â
Jungwon finally meets your eyes, and for the first time, you see a glimmer of vulnerability. But then it goes away just as fast and he walks away, leaving you alone in the room.
After the therapy session, you head back to your room, feeling a mixture of relief and exhaustion. The weight of sharing your story and hearing others' experiences has left you emotionally drained. As you settle into your bed, there's a soft knock on the door.
"Come in," You say, your voice barely above a whisper.
The door opens, and the nurse from the day before steps in. You recognize her immediately as the one who had the confrontation with Jungwon. She smiles warmly at you, carrying a tray with some medication and a glass of water.
"How are you feeling today?" She asks, placing the tray on your bedside table.
"I'm okay," You reply, though your mind is buzzing with questions about Jungwon. You hesitate for a moment before deciding to ask, "Um, can I ask you something?"
"Of course," She says, her expression kind and patient.
"The day before yesterday, I saw you with Jungwon. He seemed really upset. Do you know what happened to him?" You ask, hoping for some insight into the boy who has been occupying your thoughts.
The nurse's smile falters slightly, and she shakes her head, "I'm sorry, but I can't discuss another patient's history or personal information."
You nod, understanding the need for confidentiality, but you can't help feeling a bit disappointed. The nurse notices your expression and seems to soften.
"Jungwon has been through a lot," She says carefully, choosing her words with caution, "Sometimes, people have experiences that are difficult to talk about, and it affects how they interact with others."
Her words linger in the air, and you sense there's more to Jungwon's story than she's letting on. The nurse gives you a knowing look, almost as if she's trying to convey something without breaking any rules.
"Just remember," She continues, "everyone here has their own battles. Some are just more visible than others."
You nod again, feeling a bit more at ease. The nurse's words, though vague, give you a glimpse into the pain Jungwon might be hiding. She hands you the medication and waits while you take it, then collects the empty glass.
"If you need anything, don't hesitate to call," She says before leaving the room.
As the door closes behind her, you lie back on your bed, your mind racing with thoughts about Jungwon. You can't shake the feeling that there's something significant in his past that has shaped him into who he is now.
The sun was slowly setting indicating it was almost time for bed. You let out a yawn and rolled on your side. Your hoping tomorrow will be a more peaceful day.
The morning light filters through the thin curtains of your hospital room, gently waking you from a restless sleep. You stretch and decide that today, you'll make an effort to eat breakfast. It's been days since you arrived, and the thought of food hasn't crossed your mind much, but you know you need to take care of yourself.
You slip into a pair of slippers and make your way to the cafeteria. The smell of pancakes and coffee fills the air, and your stomach growls in response. You grab a tray and select a modest breakfast: some scrambled eggs, toast, and a small bowl of fruit. Scanning the room, you notice most of the tables are occupied by small groups or pairs, deep in conversation.
Finding an empty table near the window, you start to head that way when a voice calls out to you, "Hey, are you new here? Wanna sit with me?"
You turn to see a girl around your age, with bright eyes and a friendly smile. Grateful for the company, you nod and make your way over to her table, "Sure, thanks," you say, setting your tray down and taking a seat.
"I'm Mia," she introduces herself, extending a hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mia. I'm Y/n." You reply, shaking her hand.
As you start eating, Mia glances at you with curiosity, "I heard you talking about a crash in the group session yesterday. That must have been really tough."
You nod, feeling a lump form in your throat, "Yeah, it was. It's been hard to process everything."
Mia gives you a sympathetic look, "I can't imagine what you're going through. But talking about it is a good step. It helps to share, even if it's painful."
You appreciate her understanding and openness. As you continue your conversation, you notice Jungwon entering the cafeteria.
He looks tired, his hair slightly disheveled, and yet he still looks handsome. There's a quiet determination in his eyes as he grabs a tray and starts selecting his breakfast.
Curiosity gets the better of you, and you turn to Mia, "Do you know anything about Jungwon?" You ask, keeping your voice low.
Mia's expression shifts slightly, and she nods, "Yeah, I do. Jungwon's story is pretty intense. He doesn't talk about it much, but word gets around in a place like this."
She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing, "Jungwon had a rough childhood. His parents weren't around much, and he had to fend for himself a lot. There was an incident a few years ago that really changed him. He lost someone very close to him in a tragic accident. It left him with a lot of guilt and anger, and he's been struggling to cope ever since."
You listen intently, feeling a pang of empathy for Jungwon, "That sounds really hard," you say softly.
Mia nods, "It is. But he's strong, even if he doesn't always show it. He's been trying to work through his pain, just like the rest of us. Maybe one day, he'll open up more."
As Jungwon walks back towards his room with a tray, you can't help but feel a deeper connection to him. You understand now that his silence and his struggles are rooted in a past filled with pain.
As much as you wanna know more, you think focusing on building connections with the people around you first, starting with Mia. The road to healing is gonna be long, but with a friend by your side, it feels a little less daunting.
The room was filled with a mix of nervous energy and cautious optimism as the group gathered for their weekly session. Todayâs topic was coping mechanisms, a crucial skill for everyone present.
The facilitator began the session by guiding the group through various techniques, from breathing exercises to journaling, aiming to equip them with tools to manage their emotions.
As the session progressed, the atmosphere lightened, and soon it was time for a break. You decided to grab a cup of coffee from the corner of the room with Mia. While you were pouring yourself a drink, you overheard two guys whispering near the window. Their voices were low, but the disdain in their tone was unmistakable.
âDid you hear what Jungwon did a few days ago? Always trying to start stuff," one of them sneered.
âYeah, always trying to act like he's better than everyone else. It's pathetic," the other one added, chuckling.
You glanced over and noticed Jungwon standing nearby, his face paling as he caught every word. His fists clenched at his sides, and you could see the anger building in his eyes. Before you could intervene, Jungwon stormed over to the two guys.
"Say that to my face!" Jungwon shouted, his voice trembling with rage.
The room fell silent as everyone turned to watch the confrontation. The two guys smirked, clearly enjoying the reaction they had provoked. One of them stepped forward, ready to escalate the situation.
"You heard us. You're nothing but aâ"
Before he could finish, Jungwon threw a punch, and chaos erupted. The facilitator and nurses rushed over, trying to separate them.
Amos tried grabbing you as you quickly moved to help, âY/n no!â You heard Mia yell.
You grabbed Jungwon's arm in an attempt to pull him back. In the confusion, Jungwon swung his arm wildly, accidentally hitting you in the face.
Pain shot through your cheek, and you stumbled back, clutching your face. The room was a blur of shouting and movement as the nurses finally managed to pull Jungwon away, restraining him.
"Are you okay?" one of the nurses asked, her eyes wide with concern as she helped you to a chair. Mia quickly went by your side holding you up.
You nodded, still dazed from the impact. "I'm fine," you muttered, though your cheek throbbed painfully.
As Jungwon's anger flared, he didn't even notice that he had accidentally hit you. His focus remained solely on yelling at the guys, his voice echoing through the room.
The nurses quickly realized that the situation was spiraling out of control. Despite his protests, they managed to escort him out, hoping that some fresh air would help him cool down.
Mia sobbed, her worry not fading watching you hold your cheek, "Let's get you back to your room so they can patch you up properly."
You both made your way to your room, where the nurse was waiting with a first aid kit. The nurse looked up as they entered and gave the reader a grateful smile, âThank you for stepping in earlier. It was very brave of you, but also quite dangerous."
You winced slightly as the nurse began to clean the cut on her cheek, "I know. I just couldn't stand by and do nothing."
The nurse nodded, her expression thoughtful, "What surprised me was how Jungwon seemed to calm down for a quick second when you touched him. It was like he recognized you and it brought him back to reality, even if just for a moment."
You thought back to the incident, remembering the brief flicker of recognition in Jungwon's eyes, "Yeah, I noticed that too. Maybe there's still a part of him that knows we're here to help."
The nurse finished applying a bandage to your cheek and gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder, "Let's hope so. Just be careful next time, alright?"
You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and determination, "I will. Thanks for helping me out."
Mia gave the reader a gentle hug, "We'll get through this together. Just take it easy for now, okay?"
You smiled, grateful for her friend's support, "Okay, Mia. Thanks for being here."
She gave you a bright smile before exiting the room with the nurse. You let out a pained sigh and lay on your bed. You decided to just skip lunch and your group sessions for the rest of day by sleeping.
You werenât sure what time it was given how it was pitch dark out when you were jolted awake by a sudden, insistent knocking on your door. Groggy and disoriented, you stumbled out of bed and made your way to the door, wondering who could be visiting at such an odd hour.
As you opened it, you were surprised to see Jungwon standing there, his expression a mix of frustration and something else she couldn't quite place.
"Jungwon? What are you doing here?" You asked, your voice still heavy with sleep.
He didn't waste any time, "Why did you step in earlier?" He demanded, his tone sharp.
You blinked, trying to gather your thoughts, "I wanted to help. I didn't want you to get into trouble."
Jungwon sighed, running a hand through his hair, "You can't do that again. When I get angry, I can't stop until I see the person on the ground, not breathing. Do you understand?"
A chill ran down your spine at his words. You could see the seriousness in his eyes, and it scared you, "What do they do to you, Jungwon?" You asked quietly, needing to understand what was happening to him.
He looked away, his jaw tightening, "They gave me a shot to make me fall asleep. It's the only way they can control me when I get like that."
Your heart ached for him. Your reached out and gently touched his arm, trying to offer some comfort, "I'm sorry you have to go through that. But you have to know that I'm here for you, even if it's dangerous."
Jungwon looked back at you, his eyes softening for a moment. But when he noticed your arm on him, he quickly retreated back, âDonât step in like that again."
You nodded, understanding the gravity of his request. "I promise. But please, if there's anything I can do to help, let me know."
He scoffed, âI stopped asking for help a long time ago.â
Before you could ask what he meant, he turned away and left, leaving you alone once again. You quietly shut your door and head back to your bed. You fell asleep hoping that Jungwon will open up soon, even if it meant going out of boundaries.
The morning sun was setting through the window of your room where Mia and you sat on your bed, cards spread out between them. Mia was patiently teaching you a new card game, her voice calm and encouraging.
"Okay, so you want to match the suits, like this," Mia explained, demonstrating with a couple of cards. You nodded, trying to follow along, when there was a soft knock on the door.
"Come in," You called out, glancing up from the cards. A nurse poked her head in and smiled.
"You have a visitor," The nurse said.
You frowned in confusion, "A visitor? Who could it be?"
The nurse stepped aside, and in walked your aunt, her face lighting up with a mix of relief and concern as she saw her niece, âAuntie!" You exclaimed, standing up quickly and moving to embrace her.
"How did you know I was here?" You asked, pulling back slightly to look at your aunt.
Your aunt sighed, brushing a strand of hair from the reader's face, "Your therapist told me. I was so worried when I heard."
As you both stood there, your aunt's eyes fell on the patch on your cheek. Her expression shifted to one of worry, "What happened to your face, sweetheart?"
You touched the patch self-consciously and gave a small, reassuring smile, âIt's nothing serious, Auntie. Just a little accident. I'm doing fine, really."
Mia, sensing the need for some privacy, began to gather up the cards, "I'll give you two some time to catch up," She said kindly, offering you a supportive smile before slipping out of the room.
Your aunt guided you back to the bed, sitting down beside her, âTell me how you're really doing," She insisted gently.
You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "It's been tough, but I'm managing. The doctors and nurses here are great, and Mia's been a big help. I'm working through things with my therapist, and I feel like I'm making progress."
Your aunt nodded, her eyes filled with empathy, "I'm glad to hear that. It's important to take things one day at a time. Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what."
You felt a wave of gratitude and relief wash over her, âThank you, Auntie. That means a lot."
You both spent the next hour talking, catching up on family news and sharing memories. Your aunt's presence was a comforting reminder of home and the support system waiting for you outside the hospital walls.
As you talked, you felt a renewed sense of hope and determination to keep pushing forward on your journey to recovery.
After spending a comforting hour with your aunt, you felt a sense of warmth and reassurance. You both shared a heartfelt hug, and you walked your aunt to the door of the hospital room.
"Thank you for coming, Auntie. It really means a lot to me," You said, your voice filled with gratitude.
"Anytime, sweetheart. Remember, I'm just a phone call away," Your aunt replied, giving one last squeeze before heading down the hallway.
You watched your aunt leave before turning back to her room. You hesitated for a moment, then decided to go find Mia. You wanted to invite Mia back to your room to continue their card game, hoping it would help distract you from the day's emotions.
As you approached Mia's room, the reader heard voices inside. You paused at the slightly ajar door and peeked in, your curiosity piqued. Mia was sitting on the edge of her bed, and Jungwon was standing in front of her, his expression tense.
"When are you going to tell her, Jungwon?" Mia asked, her voice filled with concern.
Jungwon's face hardened, and he responded harshly, "That's none of your business, Mia. Stay out of it."
Your heart sank as you watched the exchange. You noticed Jungwon turning to the door and quickly hid behind a chair. After he stormed out the room, walking the opposite direction you stood up, but only to be met face to face with Mia.
Mia looked up and saw you standing there, her eyes widening in surprise, âOh, hey," She said, trying to mask her anxiety with a forced smile, "I didn't see you there."
You stepped in front of her, your mind racing with questions, "I was just coming to ask if you wanted to come back to my room," You said slowly, eyes flickering to the door where Jungwon had just exited.
Mia stood up, her expression softening, "Of course, I'd love to. I'm sorry about that... you know, what you just saw. It's... complicated."
You nodded, sensing Mia's reluctance to explain further, "It's okay," You said, though your mind was far from at ease, "Let's just go back and finish our game."
Mia followed you back to your room, the tension from the previous conversation still lingering in the air. You both sat down on your bed, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something important was being kept from you. You glanced at Mia, who was shuffling the cards with a focused expression, and decided not to press the issue for now.
As you both resumed the game, you tried to push the unsettling encounter out of your mind. But the questions remained, nagging at the back of your thoughts. What was Jungwon supposed to tell that person? And why was Mia so concerned? The answers would have to wait, but you knew you couldn't ignore them forever.
After a fun and intense game of cards, you and Mia share a laugh together as you kept messing up. The room is filled with warmth and the faint smell of antiseptic, but the laughter makes it feel almost like home.
You stand up, stretching slightly before announcing, "I'm going to use the restroom, I'll be right back."
As you walk down the dimly lit hospital corridor, the sound of your footsteps echoes softly. Turning a corner, you notice a faint haze and the unmistakable scent of cigarette smoke.
Curiosity piqued, you peek around the corner and see a group of guys huddled together, smoking. Their faces are shadowed, and their laughter is low and menacing.
Your heart races as they try to quietly walk away, hoping to avoid any confrontation. But before you can escape, one of the guys notices and calls out, "Hey, where do you think you're going?" You freeze, feeling a knot of fear tighten in your stomach.
"Come here," Another guy demands, his voice rough. You hesitate but steps closer, trying to stay calm, "If you donât tell anyone, weâll let you have a hit." One of them says, holding out a cigarette. You shake your head, backing away slightly.
"No, thanks, weâre not supposed to be smoking anyways." You reply, trying to keep your voice steady. But the group steps closer, surrounding you. Your mind flashes back to what Jungwon had said earlier about being weak. Determined to prove him wrong, you tried to push past them, but one of the guys grabs your arm.
"What's the matter? Scared?" He taunts. Your pulse quickens, and you yank your arm free, shoving the guy away. Anger flares in his eyes, and the group tightens their circle.
"Leave me alone," You say firmly, but your voice wavers. The guys laugh mockingly, and one of them steps forward, pushing you against the wall.
"You're not going anywhere," He sneers. You struggles, trying to fight them off, but your outnumbered. The group grows more aggressive, their grip tightening.
Just as things seem dire, a loud voice echoes down the hallway, "Hey! Whatâs going on here?" You look up, hope sparking in your eyes. A nurse rounds the corner, her expression stern and authoritative. The group hesitates, then reluctantly backs off, muttering under their breaths as they disperse.
The nurse rushes to your side, helping you stand, "Are you okay?" She asks, concern evident in her voice. You nod, still shaken but relieved.
"Yeah, I think so," You reply, your voice trembling slightly. The nurse escorts you back to your room, as you were reaching your room, you glanced back over your shoulder.
That's when you saw himâJungwon. He stood at the edge of the hall, his expression serious and intense. He had been watching the entire scene unfold, his eyes never leaving you.
The nurse led you inside your room. You collapse into a chair, trying to steady your breathing, but your mind was also elsewhere. You couldn't shake the image of Jungwon standing there, watching you with such intensity. What had he been thinking? Why hadn't he stepped in to help when he saw you having trouble?
Mia goes up to you, worry etched on her face, "What happened?" She asks. You takes a deep breath, recounting the encounter briefly. Mia listens, her expression shifting from concern to anger.
"Those guys are the real weak ones," She says firmly, âYou stood up to them, and that's what matters." You nod, feeling a sense of pride and relief wash over you.
When the nurse finally leaves, you found yourself drawn to the door, your gaze searching for Jungwon. He was still there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Your eyes met, and for a moment, neither of you moved.
Finally, Jungwon pushed off the wall and walked the opposite way, leaving you confused and upset. Mia voice slowly disappeared as you continued staring at the door.
The night was thick with silence, the kind that made every creak and whisper seem amplified. You tossed and turned in your bed, unable to find any semblance of sleep. Frustration gnawed at you, and you finally decided that a walk might help clear your mind. Slipping out of bed, you padded quietly down the sterile hallways and out into the hospital garden.
The garden was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, casting long shadows that danced with the gentle breeze. As you wandered aimlessly, you spotted a familiar figure seated at a benchâJungwon. He was in the same spot you had seen him before, his posture rigid, his gaze distant. You felt a pang of something you couldn't quite name and decided to turn away.
But before you could take another step, his voice cut through the stillness, "Stop," He commanded, his tone cold and unyielding. You froze, your heart pounding, "Sit with me," He added, though it was less of a request and more of an order.
You hesitated, your pride and fear warring within you, "No, I don't think I should," You replied softly, trying to muster the courage to walk away.
Jungwon's expression darkened, and he stood up, closing the distance between them in a few quick strides, "I said, sit with me," He repeated, his voice harsh and leaving no room for argument.
Swallowing your apprehension, you nodded and followed him back to the bench. You both sat in silence for a few moments, the tension between you guys palpable.
Gradually, the stillness of the night began to soothe your nerves, and you found yourself gazing up at the stars. They seemed to twinkle with a kind of serene indifference, a stark contrast to the turmoil in your heart.
Jungwon finally broke the silence, "You were brave," He said, his voice softer now but still carrying that edge of seriousness, "What you did with those guys... it took guts."
You glanced at him, surprised by the unexpected compliment, "I just didn't want to be seen as weak," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
He turned to look at you, his boba eyes reflecting the starlight, "Bravery isn't about never being scared. It's about facing your fears, even when you're terrified," He said quietly. "You did that. Although I think Iâm the cause to why you acted like that."
His words hung in the air between them, and you felt a mix of emotionsâgratitude, confusion, and something else you couldn't quite place. You both sat there for a while longer, simply admiring the stars. The silence between you guys was no longer tense but filled with an unspoken understanding. As the night wore on, you felt a sense of calm wash over you.
When you both finally stood to leave, Jungwon's serious demeanor softened just a bit, "Next time you can't sleep, come find me," He said. "We can admire the stars together."
Your eyes widened before a soft smile rose on your lips, feeling a warmth spread through your chest, "I will," You promised. And as you walked back to your room, you felt a sense of peace you hadn't known you needed.
The morning sun streamed through the curtains, gently waking you from a restless sleep. You rubbed your eyes and stretched, knowing today was the group therapy session.
You got ready, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. The sessions lately have been going good with Mia by your side. You felt grateful with her, but today felt different.
As you walked into the room, you noticed Jungwon sitting alone, his usual cold and serious demeanor even more pronounced.
You took a deep breath and decided to sit next to him. He gave you a brief glance but didnât object, which you took as a good sign.
The session began, and everyone shared their updates. You could feel the tension in the room when it was Jungwonâs turn. He had never opened up before, always keeping his emotions tightly locked away.
To everyoneâs surprise, Jungwon started to speak. His voice was low and controlled as he began, "My parents⊠they never really cared for me. It was always about what I could do for them, not about who I was or how I felt."
The room fell silent, everyone hanging on his every word. He didnât go into much detail, but the mere fact that he was sharing was a huge step. When he finished, he simply looked down, not saying anything more.
You felt a surge of pride for him. Jungwon had taken a significant step by opening up, even if it was brief. The group might have been shocked, but you understood the courage it took for him to speak up.
Dr. Lee immediately spoke, âT-Thats amazing that you shared Jungwon. Iâm glad you did.â Jungwon didnât say anything.
As the session ended, you gave him a small, encouraging smile, hoping it conveyed your support. He didnât give a smile back and simply got up and left. Mia stood next to you, âI canât believe he actually said something.â
You gave her a small chuckle, âMe too. Itâs a big step.â You murmured. Mia nodded her head. You both headed to lunch with. few other people.
As you and Mia joked around, ready to head to the cafeteria, Dr. Kim's voice halted you in your tracks, "Can I speak with you for a moment?" She asked, her tone serious. You turned to see her standing in the doorway of her office, her expression unreadable.
"Sure, Dr. Kim," you replied, you looked at Mia who gave you an understanding nod, and you following her into the room. She closed the door behind you and gestured for you to sit. You took a seat, feeling a knot of anxiety form in your stomach.
"I saw you in the garden last night," Dr. Kim began, her eyes locking onto yours, "With Jungwon."
Your heart skipped a beat. You and Jungwon had thought you were alone, away from prying eyes, "I... we were just talking," You stammered, unsure of what to say.
Dr. Kim nodded, her expression softening slightly, "I understand that you're trying to help him. And I commend you for that. Jungwon is a difficult person to reach, and it seems you've managed to get through to him in a way that no one else has."
You felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe she was going to support your friendship with Jungwon. But then her expression turned serious again, "However, I need to warn you. Jungwon is a troubled person. He has a lot of issues that he's dealing with, and I'm concerned about the impact it could have on you."
You opened your mouth to protest, but she held up a hand to stop you, "I know you care about him. But you need to think about your own well-being too. It's not your responsibility to fix him. He needs professional help, and while your support is valuable, it can't replace that."
Her words stung, but you knew she was right. Jungwon had been through a lot, and his cold, hard exterior was a defense mechanism he had built to protect himself.
You had seen glimpses of the real Jungwon, the one who was vulnerable and hurting, but you also knew that he had a long road ahead of him.
"I just want you to be careful," Dr. Kim continued, "You have a big heart, and it's admirable that you want to help. But don't lose yourself in the process."
You nodded, feeling a mix of emotions. You cared about Jungwon deeply, but you also understood the risks involved, "I understand, Dr. Kim. I'll be careful."
She gave you a small smile, her eyes filled with empathy, "That's all I ask. Now, go and enjoy your lunch. And remember, I'm here if you need to talk."
You left her office, your mind racing with thoughts. You knew you couldn't abandon Jungwon, but you also had to take care of yourself. It was a delicate balance, one that you would have to navigate carefully.
As you walked to the cafeteria, you resolved to be there for Jungwon, but also to heed Dr. Kim's advice. You would find a way to support him without losing yourself in the process.
Once you came to the cafeteria, you sat down in front of Mia. Mia looked up from her book, immediately noticing the troubled expression on your face.
"What's wrong?" She asked, concern evident in her voice.
You sighed and sat down on your bed, running a hand through your hair, "Dr. Kim told me to stay away from Jungwon," You admitted, feeling a lump form in your throat, "She said he's too troubled and that I need to think about my own well-being."
Mia's eyes widened slightly, and she put her book aside, "She told me the same thing," Mia confessed, her voice soft, "And back then, I actually did stay away from him."
You looked at her, surprised, "How long have you known Jungwon?"
Mia sighed, leaning back against the headboard, "Jungwon was in the hospital longer than I was," She explained, "But I only knew him because my guy friend used to be friends with him before he got discharged. After my friend left, I stopped talking to Jungwon."
You felt a pang of sympathy for Jungwon, realizing how many people had distanced themselves from him, "Why did you stop talking to him?"
Mia shrugged, a sad smile on her face, "It was easier that way. Jungwon's issues were too much for me to handle, and I had to focus on my own recovery. But I always felt guilty about it. I did promise my guy friend that Iâd stay by Jungwon side for him."
You nodded, understanding her perspective, "I don't want to abandon him," You said softly, "But I also don't want to lose myself in the process."
Mia reached out and squeezed your hand, "It's a tough situation," She said gently, "But you have to find a balance. You can support him, but you also need to take care of yourself. Don't let his problems consume you."
You took a deep breath, feeling a bit more grounded, "Thanks, Mia. I needed to hear that."
She smiled, her eyes filled with empathy, "Anytime. Just remember, you're not alone in this. We're all here for you."
You walked into the second group session, scanning the room for familiar faces. But one face was missing â Jungwon. You assumed he had already spoken and decided not to stick around. The session went on, but your mind kept drifting back to him, wondering what he was up to.
Once the session ended, you made your way back to your room. As you passed Dr. Kim's office, you were startled by the sound of yelling. You peered inside and saw Jungwon, his face contorted with rage, shouting at Dr. Kim.
"How could you do this to me?" He screamed, his voice filled with anger and hurt. He slammed his fist on her desk, sending papers flying. Dr. Kim tried to calm him down, but he was beyond reason.
Your heart pounded as you watched in shock. Jungwon's outburst escalated, and he started throwing things off the shelves, his fury uncontrollable. Nurses and doctors rushed in, trying to restrain him.
"No! Let me go!" Jungwon yelled, struggling against their grip.
You couldn't just stand there, "Don't give him a shot!" You shouted, running towards them, "Please, just let him calm down on his own."
The medical staff hesitated, clearly unsure of how to proceed. Dr. Kim looked at you, her expression a mix of concern and frustration, "We're trying to help him," She said firmly.
"I know," You replied, your voice trembling, "But sedating him won't solve anything. He needs to feel like he has some control."
Slowly, Jungwon's resistance weakened, and he slumped in the doctors' hold, exhausted from his outburst. They guided him back to his room, and you followed closely behind, making sure they didn't administer any medication.
As you reached his room, you stepped inside, and the staff left, giving you a moment alone with him. Jungwon sat on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands, breathing heavily.
"Hey," You said softly, sitting down next to him, "Are you okay?"
He looked up at you, his eyes red and filled with a mix of anger and sadness, "I don't know," He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, "Everything just feels so messed up."
You placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "It's okay to feel that way," You said gently, âBut you don't have to go through it alone. We're all here to help you, even if it doesn't always feel that way."
Jungwon nodded slowly, absorbing your words. It was silent for a few seconds before he slowly shrugged you off. Not again. "Thanks," He muttered, "I just... I don't know how to deal with all of this."
"We'll figure it out together," You promised. "One step at a time."
For the first time since you entered the room, you saw a flicker of hope in Jungwon's eyes. It was a small step, but it was a step in the right direction. And as you sat there with him, you knew you would do everything in your power to help him find his way.
You waited patiently for a few seconds before you decided to ask him a question, âJungwon, what was Dr. Kim saying to you?â You questioned. It was silent for a while.
You felt like you stepped out of line and tried to cover it up, but Jungwon spoke before you did, âShe was saying that⊠that my sister was gonna see me today, but she told her that I wasnât in right mind to be visisted.â He whispered.
You were lost in thought. Jungwon's expression shifted, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features, "I don't know," He muttered, looking away, "I just... don't."
"That doesn't make sense," you pressed gently, "Why would she say that to her? I havenât really known you for a long time, but I know youâd never do something stupid to your sister."
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, "It's complicated," He said, his voice softer now, "I have... issues."
You took a step closer, your heart aching for him, "Jungwon, what kind of issues?"
Jungwon hesitated, his eyes darting around as if looking for an escape. Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, "Anger issues. People don't want to be near me because of it."
You felt a pang of sadness, "Is that why you were upset? Because you think your sister wouldn't want to be near you?"
He nodded slowly, his gaze dropping to the floor, "Yeah. I guess... I just assumed sheâd be like everyone else."
âJungwon," you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. "I'm not like everyone else. I want to understand you, to help you if I can. And I know your sister would too.â
He looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of uncertainty, "Why would you want to do that?"
"Because I care about you," you replied honestly, "Everyone has their struggles, and it doesn't make them any less worthy of friendship or support."
For a moment, Jungwon seemed to struggle with his emotions. Then, slowly, he began to open up, "I've always had a hard time controlling my anger," He admitted, "It scares people away. They think I'm dangerous, that I'll hurt them."
"But that's not who you are," You said firmly, "You're more than your anger. And I'm willing to stand by you, if you'll let me."
Jungwon stared at you for a hot second before staring down on the ground. You can tell he was fighting some dry comment, "Thank you," He whispered, "I don't know if I deserve it, but... thank you."
You smiled, feeling a sense of relief and hope? "We'll figure it out together," you promised.
As you both sat there, but being able to move, you knew this was a big step for Jungwon to opening up to you. You hoped you helped in some way about being comfortable.
"Jungwon, can I ask you another question?" You asked gently.
He looked at you, you noticed his eyes shifted from soft to hard and guarded, "What is it?â
"I want to understand you better," You said, "I want to know why you always seem so angry." If you were going to help him, youâd have to know why he always felt angry and out of place.
Jungwon sighed, running a hand through his hair, "It's complicated," He muttered, looking away.
"Try me," You encouraged, "I'm here to listen."
He hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke, his voice low and filled with pain, "Iâm not really sure why I have it, but my parents never paid much attention to me," He began, "They were always too busy with their own lives. The only person who ever really cared about me was my older sister. She promised she'd always be there for me, but when she went to college, she never contacted me again. No calls, no visits. Nothing."
You felt your heart ache for him, "That must have been really hard."
"It was," Jungwon admitted, "But it got worse. I had a best friend, Sunoo. He was the only one who understood me, who made me feel like I wasn't alone. But then he passed away. It felt like the universe was against me, like everyone I cared about would eventually leave me."
You saw his eyes turning glossy, but then he blinked and harshly wiped them away, "I'm so sorry, Jungwon," You whispered, "That must have been unbearable."
He nodded, âThat's why I never got close to people. I pushed everyone away, even Mia and our other friend. Because at the end of the day, they left me too. I couldn't bear the thought of getting close to someone else, only to lose them."
You reached out and gently took his hand, "You're not alone anymore, Jungwon. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere.â
âHow do I know if I can trust you?â He whispered. You immediately fought the urge to hug him. Like you said before, you arenât really that close. But he was willing to open up to you. So youâll leave at that for now.
âBecause Iâm not willing to leave anytime soon until youâre better.â You spoke, your face serious.
Jungwon didnât say anything, instead he looked out his window. You knew you didnât need another reason to stay any longer, so you stood up from his bed and headed towards the door.
âPlease let me know if you need anything Jungwon.â You said. Jungwon didnât look at you. You let out a quiet sigh before shutting his door with a click.
The day had been long, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, the hospital began to quiet down. You had just finished your last group session for the day and decided to take a moment for yourself. After a quick trip to the bathroom, you were headed back to your room when you overheard a conversation that stopped you in your tracks.
Two nurses were talking in hushed tones near the nurses' station, "I heard Dr. Kim is planning to transfer Jungwon to another hospital," One of them said, her voice tinged with concern, "He's been so angry and upset lately. They think a change of environment might help."
Your heart skipped a beat. Jungwon was going to be sent away? You couldn't believe it. After you finally got to know more about him, heâs being sent away?
Without thinking, you made your way to Jungwon's room. The hallway seemed longer than usual, your footsteps echoing in the silence. When you reached his door, you hesitated for a moment, gathering your thoughts. Then, summoning your courage, you knocked softly.
A few moments later, the door opened, and there stood Jungwon, his expression as unreadable, "What is it?" He asked, his voice devoid of emotion.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, "I just overheard the nurses talking. They said Dr. Kim is planning to transfer you to another hospital."
Jungwon's face remained impassive, showing no sign of surprise or concern. "I knew she was gonna do something," He replied simply, his tone flat.
You felt a wave of frustration and sadness wash over you. How could he be so indifferent? "Aren't you worried? Don't you care?" You asked, your voice trembling slightly.
Jungwon's eyes met yours, and for a brief moment, you thought you saw a flicker of somethingâan emotion, perhapsâbefore it disappeared, "It's not my decision to make," He said quietly, "If she think it's best for me, then so be it."
You stood there, searching for the right words, "I just... I don't want you to go," You admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, "I feel like Iâve known you too late, I still want to help you.â
Jungwon's gaze softened ever so slightly, but he remained silent. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, "Thank you," He said, his voice almost gentle, "But I guess Kim was right, it's easier to keep people at a distance."
You suddenly felt anger. Why does he listen to her? âJungwon, what Dr. Kim says to you isnât true. I donât know why she treats you so horrible, but itâs not right!â
The air in the room was thick with tension after you finished. The words hung in the air, heavy and significant, but Jungwon's face remained impassive, showing no trace of emotion. You could feel your frustration building, a knot tightening in your chest. How could he just stand there, so unresponsive, when everything was falling apart around you?
"Jungwon," you began, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation, âDid you even hear what Dr. Kim said? Do you even care?"
Jungwon remained silent, his eyes fixed on a spot somewhere beyond you. It was as if he was in another world, completely detached from the reality of the situation. The silence stretched on, each second feeling like an eternity. Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, your nails digging into your palms.
âSay something, Jungwon!" You finally shouted, unable to hold back any longer, "Anything! Just let me know that you're feeling the same way Iâm feeling!"
Before you could utter another word, Jungwon moved. In an instant, he was in front of you, his hands gently cupping your face. His eyes, which had seemed so distant moments ago, were now filled with an intensity that took your breath away. And then, without warning, he kissed you.
The kiss was soft yet urgent, a silent plea for understanding and forgiveness. It was as if he was pouring all the emotions he couldn't express into that single, tender moment. Your anger and frustration melted away, replaced by a flood of warmth and love. When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, you could see the unspoken apology in his eyes.
âI'm sorry," He whispered, his voice barely audible, "I just... I donât know how to handle it. But I'm here. I'm with you."
You stared at his apologetic eyes. He kissed you. You suddenly felt that wave of sadness and before you could stop yourself, tears poured out of your eyes. Jungwon felt you tug at his shirt as you cried.
You didnât want him to leave. To leave you. You donât know how much longer you would stay here, and to have Jungwon be alone once again. Jungwon let your cry in his shirt, unable to push you away. And at the moment, the only thing left was you cries and sobs, and that one last string that was holding you and Jungwon together.
You woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, remnants of last night's tears still evident on your pillow. Every muscle in your body felt heavy, weighed down by the emotional turmoil you had gone through. The thought of eating breakfast or attending the group session seemed unbearable, so you decided to stay in bed, hoping to find some solace in the quiet of your room.
A soft knock on your door shattered the silence. You hesitated for a moment, then slowly got up to answer it. Standing there was Jungwon, his expression serious and his demeanor cold. The warmth and tenderness from last night seemed like a distant memory.
"Jungwon," You said, your voice barely above a whisper, âWhat are you doing here?"
"I'm leaving in a week," He stated bluntly, his eyes not meeting yours. The words hit you like a ton of bricks, and you felt a fresh wave of sadness wash over you.
"In a week?" you repeated, your voice trembling.
He didn't answer right away. Instead, he stepped closer and gently rubbed your cheek, his touch surprisingly comforting despite his cold exterior. The memory of the kiss from last night flashed in your mind, and you couldn't help but ask the question that had been haunting you.
âWhy did you kiss me, Jungwon?" You asked, your eyes searching his for any hint of the emotions he seemed to hide so well.
He finally looked at you, his gaze intense and unreadable, "I donât know," He admitted, his voice quiet but firm, "It was just something I've been wanting to do."
The simplicity of his answer left you speechless. You had expected a deeper explanation, something that would make sense of the confusion and pain you were feeling. But as you stood there, looking into his eyes, you realized that sometimes, emotions couldn't be neatly explained or understood. They just were.
Jungwon's touch lingered on your cheek for a moment longer before he pulled away, his expression softening just a fraction, "Just because Iâm leaving, that doesnât mean to take advantage of yourself Y/n. Take care of yourself," He said.
Now that youâve looked at it, you noticed how his expressions were. His once anger that he always felt seemed to just have drifted away from him. He looked numb. Maybe he was only feeling that way towards you, or that he just gave up on trying.
âI wonât. Thank you.â You muttered.
It had been a long, dreading week since you learned that Jungwon was leaving on Friday. The news had hit you hard, but you resolved to spend as much time with him as possible before he left. Each day felt like it was slipping through your fingers, and the more you were with him, the more you noticed how numb he seemed. The seriousness that he held never wavered, and it was as if he was trying to distance himself emotionally before his departure.
You tried to make the most of the time you had, mostly in the garden and seeing the stars together. You liked watching his expression soften as he stared up at the stars.
The days flew by, and before you knew it, it was Fridayâthe day Jungwon was leaving. The morning felt heavy with unspoken words and emotions. You met him at the place where you'd first met, a small, quiet spot that held so many memories. He stood there, his face as unreadable as ever.
"Jungwon," you began, your voice trembling, "I can't believe today is the day."
He nodded, his eyes fixed on a point in the distance, "Yeah."
You took a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill, "I've noticed how numb you've been this week. Why, Jungwon? Why do you keep everything inside?"
He finally looked at you, his eyes softening just a bit, "It's just how I deal with things," He said quietly, "It's easier to be numb than to feel everything at once."
You reached out and took his hand, hoping to break through the walls he had built around himself, "But you don't have to do it alone. You don't have to shut everyone out."
For a moment, he squeezed your hand, a small but significant gesture, âI know," He said, his voice barely above a whisper, "But it's hard for me to open up. Especially now."
You felt a tear escape and quickly wiped it away, "I'll miss you, Jungwon. More than you know."
He took a step closer, his expression softening even more, "I'll miss you too," he admitted, his voice filled with an emotion you hadn't heard before, âMore than I can say."
You stood there in silence, holding onto each other, trying to memorize every detail of this moment. Finally, he pulled away.
âTake care of yourself," He said, his voice steady but tinged with sadness.
"You too," You replied, your heart aching.
As he walked away, you felt a mix of sorrow and hope. Sorrow for the time you were losing, but hope that maybe, this wasn't the end.
You spent your days in the hospital feeling a void that couldn't be filled. Jungwon's absence was a constant ache in your heart. Every corner of the hospital reminded you of him, from the cafeteria where you'd share quiet thoughts to the garden where you'd steal moments of peace together.
Mia, ever observant, noticed the change in you almost immediately. One day, she approached you with a concerned look, "Hey, are you doing okay? You seem different lately."
You forced a smile, trying to hide the turmoil inside, "I'm fine, Mia. I promised Jungwon I wouldn't change because he left."
Mia gave you a sympathetic look, "It's okay to feel a little sad, you know. It's only natural."
You sighed, feeling a weight lift slightly from your shoulders, "Yeah, you're right. I do miss him a lot."
Dr. Kim had also noticed the change in you. One afternoon, she called you into her office. You sat down, feeling a bit anxious as she looked at you with a serious expression.
"I've noticed a difference in you lately," She began, "I was hoping you didn't have romantic feelings for Jungwon, as that's not allowed."
Her words stung, and you felt a mix of anger and sadness, "Why would you say that? Jungwon is one of the kindest people I know."
Dr. Kim sighed, her expression softening slightly, "Jungwon is not in his right mind right now. It's important for you to focus on your own well-being. I also noticed Jungwon change when he was leaving. You must mean a lot to him, but like I said, thatâs not allowed."
You felt a surge of frustration, âHow can you say that? You don't know him like I do."
Dr. Kim looked at you, her eyes filled with concern, "You're right Y/n, I donât. I'm just looking out for you. It's important to stay professional and keep your emotions in check. Youâre not here to look for love.â
You left her office feeling even more conflicted. You missed Jungwon deeply, and now you had to navigate your emotions while trying to remain professional. But you knew one thing for sureâyou wouldn't let anyone dictate how you felt about Jungwon.
The sleepless nights seemed endless. Each one was a reminder of how much you missed Jungwon. You'd lie awake, staring at the ceiling, replaying memories of him in your mind. The hospital felt colder and lonelier without his presence.
In an effort to cope, you started attending group therapy sessions. At first, it was difficult to open up, but over time, you found solace in the shared experiences of others. The group became a small beacon of hope, helping you feel a bit better day by day.
Despite the progress, the ache of missing Jungwon never fully went away. His absence was a constant shadow, but you learned to manage it better. The group sessions taught you valuable coping mechanisms, and slowly, you started to find small moments of peace.
Months passed, and you began to notice a change in yourself. The sleepless nights became less frequent, and you started to feel a sense of normalcy returning to your life. You still missed Jungwon deeply, but you were learning to live with that feeling.
Finally, the day came when you were getting discharged. It felt surreal to be leaving the hospital after so long. You packed your things, feeling a mix of emotionsârelief, anxiety, and a lingering sadness. As you walked through the halls one last time, you couldn't help but think of Jungwon and all the moments you shared.
The day had finally arrived. After months of being in the mental hospital, you were getting discharged. You packed your belongings, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. As you walked through the familiar halls one last time, you made your way to Mia's room. Mia had become a close friend during your stay, and saying goodbye was bittersweet.
"Mia, I'm leaving today," You said softly, trying to hold back tears.
Mia smiled, though her eyes were watery, âI'm so happy for you. You've come so far. Promise me you'll take care of yourself out there."
You nodded, giving her a tight hug, "I promise. I'll miss you."
With a heavy heart, you left Mia's room and headed towards the exit. Just before you reached the door, you saw Dr. Kim approaching.
"Hello, Dr. Kim," you greeted her.
Dr. Kim smiled warmly, maintaining her professional demeanor, "I'm proud of you. You've made remarkable progress. Remember to take things one day at a time."
"Thank you, Dr. Kim. I couldn't have done it without your help," You replied sincerely.
Dr. Kim handed you a folded piece of paper, "This is for you. Open it when you have a moment."
Curious, you took the paper and nodded, "Thank you."
You walked out of the hospital and got into the cab waiting for you. As the cab started moving, you unfolded the paper. It was a letter. The handwriting was familiar, and your heart skipped a beat as you realized it was from Jungwon.
Dear Y/n, I'm so sorry I never had the courage to confess my feelings to you. I've loved you ever since we first spoke. I regret not telling you sooner. I hope you can forgive me. If you want to, visit me anytime at [hospital address]. Iâm hoping you meant what you said youâll never leave me.
Love, Jungwon.
Tears streamed down your face as you read the letter. The emotions were overwhelming. You had missed Jungwon deeply, and knowing he felt the same way brought both pain and relief. You clutched the letter to your chest, feeling a mix of sorrow and hope for the future.
As the cab drove on, you looked out the window, the world outside seemed a little brighter. A new sense suddenly came to you and thatâs when you had an idea.
You told the cab driver to take you to the hospital where Jungwon was staying. The drive felt like an eternity, your mind racing with thoughts of what you would say and how he would react. You hadn't seen him in so long, and the anticipation was almost unbearable.
When the cab finally pulled up to the hospital, you paid the driver and stepped out, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. You walked through the sliding doors and approached the front desk, where a nurse was busy with paperwork.
"Excuse me," You said, trying to keep your voice steady, âI'm looking for Yang Jungwon. Is he still here?"
The nurse looked up and smiled kindly, "Yes, he is. He's in room 312. Just take the elevator to the third floor and turn left."
You thanked her and made your way to the elevator, your heart pounding in your chest. As the elevator doors closed, you took another deep breath, trying to calm yourself. When the doors opened on the third floor, you followed the nurse's directions and walked down the hallway until you reached room 312.
You hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the door handle. Finally, you gathered your courage and pushed the door open. There he was, sitting up in bed, looking healthier than you had ever seen him. His skin had a healthy glow, and his eyes were brighter. He had changed so much in the months since you'd last seen him.
"Jungwon," You said softly.
He looked up, and for a moment, his cold exterior seemed to melt away, "You came," he said, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and relief.
Without thinking, you rushed forward and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly. He stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed, hugging you back just as tightly.
"I missed you so much," You whispered, tears streaming down your face.
"I missed you too," He replied, his voice cracking with emotion, "I'm so glad you're here."
You pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes, "How are you feeling?"
"Better," He said with a small smile, "A lot better, thanks to you."
You walked into Jungwon's room, immediately struck by how neat and orderly everything was. The room's cold, clinical atmosphere seemed to match his reputation. But you knew better; you knew that beneath that exterior was someone worth caring for.
You sat down on the edge of his bed, feeling the tension in the air, "How's everything been here?" you asked softly.
Jungwon looked at you, his eyes softening for a moment, "A lot better," he said, his voice tinged with relief.
You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you, "I'm so glad to hear that. I was really worried about you."
He nodded, then his expression became more serious, "I'm relieved that you got discharged. I was worried too."
You reached out and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, "I hope you get discharged soon too. You deserve to be out of here."
Jungwon sighed, looking around the room, "No one has visited me. My sister is always so busy; she doesn't get the chance."
You felt a pang of sadness for him, "I'd like to meet her," You said, surprising even yourself with the sudden declaration.
He looked at you, confusion flickering in his eyes, "Why?" He asked, but he didn't press further.
"Where do you think she lives?" You asked, determined.
Jungwon gave you a small, grateful smile, "I think she lives in the city, not too far from here. [apartment adress]?"
You nodded, already planning your visit, "I'll go see her and tell her about you. She needs to know how you're doing."
For the first time in a long while, Jungwon looked genuinely relieved, "Thank you," He said softly, "That means a lot to me."
You spent the rest of the visit talking about his stay here and how much everything was different. You noticed how better he looked when he spoke about different things.
You stood by Jungwon's hospital bed, feeling a mix of emotions. It was time to say goodbye, but you promised yourself it wouldn't be for long, "I'll visit you again soon," You said, your voice filled with determination.
Jungwon looked at you, his usual stoic expression softening slightly, "I'll be waiting," He replied.
Gathering your courage, you leaned in and gave him a shy peck on the cheek. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to you. Jungwon's lips curled into a small smile, a rare sight that warmed your heart.
You turned to leave, glancing back one last time before heading out of the room. As you walked down the hospital corridor, you couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. You needed to see his sister and tell her everything.
The cab ride felt like an eternity, but finally, you reached the apartment building where Jungwon's sister lived. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. After a few moments, the door opened, revealing a woman who looked strikingly similar to Jungwon.
"Who are you?" She asked, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity.
"I'm a friend of Jungwon's," You explained, "I met him at the hospital."
Her eyes widened slightly, and she stepped aside to let you in. You took a seat on the couch, feeling a bit nervous but determined to convey your message.
âWould you like anything to drink?â She asked, heading in the kitchen.â
âA glass of water is fine.â You replied. You heard turning on the sink as she hummed a tune before coming back in with a glass of water. She gave it to you and sat across from you.
"I wanted to talk to you about Jungwon," You began. "He's been really lonely at the hospital. He misses you a lot."
She looked down, her expression softening, "I know I've been busy, but I didn't realize how much it affected him."
You nodded, understanding the weight of her responsibilities, "He understands that you're busy, but he needs you. Even a short visit would mean so much to him."
She sighed, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, "Thank you for telling me. I'll make time to visit him. He deserves that."
You felt a sense of relief wash over you, âI'm glad. He really needs his family right now."
She stared at the ground, âI know. Everything been going downhill for me lately that I forgot to visit. I-I feel so bad that I left my baby brother like that. Iâm the reason why heâs in the hospital.â
As she sobbed, you noticed how sheâs been probably keeping all of this in. They were both going through so much, and yet, no one was there to comfort them. As she wiped her tears away she took a deep breath.
âJungwon was a good boy. He was never a bad kid. When my parents wouldnât be there for him, I was. He relied on me so much that when I left for college, he cried so much. I knew that leaving him would be my worst mistake.â She began, âWhen I got to college, I was so focused on my studies I couldnât call or visit. And then all of a sudden I hear about him being admitted to a hospital and his friend passing away I knew he was going through so much. And yet, I still didnât see him. I felt guilt for leaving him that I thought he didnât wanna see me.â
you nodded your head in understanding, âI know how you feel. I wouldâve thought that too. But Jungwon really does miss you. I feel like talking to him first would tell you everything.â
She nodded and wiped her eyes, âI will. Thank youâŠum,â
âY/n. Kim Y/n.â You said.
She gave you a smile and nodded, âThank you, Y/n.â
As you left her apartment, you felt a sense of accomplishment. You had taken a step towards helping Jungwon reconnect with his sister. And as you hailed a cab to head back home, you couldn't wait to see the look on Jungwon's face when his sister finally visited him.
You arrived at your aunt's house, feeling a mix of exhaustion and anticipation. She welcomed you warmly, her embrace providing a sense of comfort you desperately needed, "How was your visit?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern.
"It went well," You replied, managing a small smile, "I need to unpack my things."
She nodded, understanding your need for some time alone. As you unpacked your clothing, your thoughts drifted back to Jungwon. You were determined to visit him again the next day, hoping to see some improvement in his spirits.
You finished unpacking and lay on your bed, soon your eyes began drifting in to slumberland.
The next morning, you made your way back to the hospital. As you approached Jungwon's room, you paused in the doorway, a smile spreading across your face. Jungwon and his sister were sitting together, deep in conversation. It was a sight that filled you with immense relief and happiness.
His sister noticed you first, giving you a warm smile as she stood up to leave. "Thank you," She whispered as she passed by, her eyes conveying her gratitude.
You walked over to Jungwon, who looked up at you with a faint smile, "How are you doing?" You asked, taking a seat beside his bed.
âI'm doing fine," He replied, his voice stronger than before. "Actually, I have some good news. I'm getting discharged soon."
Your heart leaped with joy, "That's amazing, Jungwon! I'm so happy for you."
He nodded, his eyes reflecting a sense of hope you hadn't seen before, "Thanks to you, I got to reconnect with my sister. It means a lot to me."
You felt a wave of emotion wash over you, "Iâm just keeping my promise. You deserve to have your family around you."
Jungwon reached out and took your hand, squeezing it gently, "You did more than help. You gave me hope."
As you sat there, holding his hand, you realized that this was just the beginning with Jungwon. You knew you were gonna be with him every step of the way. And knowing that he would soon be out of the hospital filled you with a sense of optimism for the future.
After a few days of visiting Jungwon, the day finally arrived for him to be discharged. You could hardly contain your excitement as you made your way to the hospital for the last time. Jungwon's sister had given you her number, and you had arranged to meet them at their home to celebrate.
When you arrived at Jungwon's sister's house, you felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation. You knocked on the door, and it was quickly opened by Jungwon's sister, who greeted you with a warm smile, âCome in, come in," She said, stepping aside to let you in.
As you walked into the living room, you saw Jungwon sitting on the couch, looking much healthier and happier than the last time you saw him in the hospital. The moment he saw you, his face lit up with a big smile. You rushed over to him and hugged him tightly, feeling a sense of relief wash over you.
"I'm so glad you're finally home," You said, pulling back to look at him.
âMe too," Jungwon replied, his eyes shining with gratitude, "Thank you for everything."
The afternoon was spent in the best way possible. Jungwon's sister had prepared a delicious meal, and the three of you sat around the table, sharing stories and laughter. It felt like a family gathering, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for being included in such a special moment.
As the sun began to set, you found yourself feeling more and more at home. Jungwon's sister noticed your comfort and suggested, "Why don't you stay the night? We have a guest room, and it would be nice to have you here."
You hesitated for a moment but then nodded, realizing that you didn't want to leave just yet. "I'd love to," you replied, smiling. You sent your aunt a text to let her know.
The evening was spent watching movies and talking about everything and anything. Jungwon seemed more relaxed than you'd ever seen him, and you felt a deep sense of contentment just being there with him and his sister.
When it was finally time to go to bed, Jungwon walked you to the guest room, "Thank you for staying," He said softly, his eyes filled with warmth.
"Of course," You replied, giving him a hug, "I'm just glad you're okay."
Before he could go, you gently grab his wrist. You hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I was wondering if you could sleep with me tonight. I just... I don't want to be alone."
Jungwon's eyes softened, and he nodded, âSure, I'll stay with you."
The two of you made your way to the guest bed, and as you settled into the bed, you felt a sense of comfort wash over you. Jungwon lay down beside you, and you turned to face him, feeling the warmth of his presence.
As you both lay there in the quiet, you decided to share something that had been on your mind, "I visited Mia today," You began, "She's getting discharged soon."
Jungwon smiled, "That's good to hear."
You looked into his eyes, searching for something, and then you asked, "Can I ask you something? I know you and Mia talked a few times, and I was just curious about what you talked about that one day. I-Iâm sorry but I kind of eased drop.â
Jungwon sighed softly, his expression thoughtful, "Mia and I were talking because I told her that I wasn't sure if you'd be okay with a guy like me liking you."
Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a mix of emotions, "Why would you think that?"
He looked at you with sincerity in his eyes, "I just didn't want to burden you or make you feel uncomfortable. I care about you a lot, and I didn't want my feelings to complicate things."
You reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently, "Jungwon, you don't have to worry about that. I care about you too, more than you know. And I'm really glad you're here with me."
A soft smile spread across his face, and he leaned in closer, and kissed you. The kiss was soft and gentle. You softly sighed into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. He gripped your waist softly.
The kiss soon turned into a urgent one and before you knew it, he was above you kissing your neck. You softly moaned and gripped his hair making him let out a groan. He took his shirt off and bends down to kiss you again.
Slowly, you took off your shirt and shorts, leaving you in your undergarments, âFuck,â Jungwon whispered. He kissed along you jaw and chest and was faced to face with your core. He kissed your cloth pussy softly making you gasp.
He slowly pulled your underwear down to reveal your soaking pussy. You whined when his hot tongue licked your folds, âYou taste so sweet.â He teased. You couldnât speak and continued letting out breathy moans feeling his tongue do magic.
You felt your orgasm coming and squirmed, âJ-Jungwon- hic! Iâm gonna cum!â You moaned. He sucked on your bud and thatâs when your orgasm came over you. He didnât stop licking and sucking on your pussy until you were clean.
He leaned up and took off his sweats and boxers revealing his dick. You bit your lip staring at the red tip with precum. He softly stroke it and aligned his dick in your entrance. Slowly, he finally pushed in making your breath get caught.
You held him tightly as he waited for you to get used to it before moving just a tad bit. You let out a choked cry feeling him push in deeper, âYour squeezing around me so tight.â He hissed.
You mewled in his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist. He took that as a sign to keep going and thatâs when you felt a sting of pain and pleasure, âP-Please. Move.â You whispered.
He didnât need to be told twice and began moving at a normal pace. The sound of loud skin slapping and moans were heard in the room. You couldnât hold in your noises and covered your mouth remembering his sister isnât that far.
He chuckled and dipped down to give you a kiss on your temple before gong at faster pace making you let out a choked moan. You felt him in your stomach, feeling his mushroom tip hitting all the right spots. You knew you were gonna cum soon. You watched Jungwon let out breathy groans and sighs feeling you milk his dick. He could be in you forever.
You felt your orgasm coming and rubbed your bud in circular motions, âG-Gonna cum- ah!â You cried out before you were coming all over his dick. Jungwon snapped his hips a few more times before cumming inside you. He slowly pulled out of your now filled pussy and lay beside you, panting.
He slipped his arm around your waist and nuzzled his nose in your neck making you giggle. Jungwon stared at you with a look in his eyes, âI wouldnât mind having a baby with you.â He suddenly said.
You stared at him back, âI mean, you did cum inside me.â It was silent for a few moments before you both burst out giggling.
âI love you, Jungwon.â You whispered. He hummed, his eyes slowly closing.
âI love you too.â He finally said. You felt a wave of happiness feeling your heartbeat quicken.
Eventually, you both drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of each other's presence. It was a night that marked the beginning of something new, something beautiful, and you couldn't have been more grateful for it.
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2. Rafe x innocent (and kinda naive/ airhead?) reader where reader and rafe are dating (still very new) and reader keeps reminding him she wants to wait longer (when they are making out/feeling each other up) and he keeps trying to go further, so he tells/manipulates her that itâs not normal for girls to not want to go further and something could be wrong, so he âchecksâ her (rubbing her clit and fingering her) and asking things like âdoes that feel good?â âDoesnât that make you want more?â âSomething probably is wrong if you want me to stopâ, just so he can convince her to say she wants more (so then he fucks her). Â
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ur asks have me going FERAL. your brain is so beautiful and it must be treasured and protected at all costs. i actually hate the way i wrote this but i was too far in to change it by the time i realised i didnât like itđđ nevertheless, this is a long one guys so buckle up!! (1.5k words!!!đ±đ±)
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you and rafe had only been dating for a few weeks, relationships were pretty much a whole new thing for you since your upbringing hadnât really allowed it. you hadnât had sex before, ever. and rafe wasnât going to be patient for much longer, the furthest you two had went is making out, when it got heated you pulled back.. pushing him away and saying you didnât feel well.
rafe was getting desperate, you didnât even realise what you did to him. he was painfully hard most of the time since you were oblivious to how sexual you were being. such as bending over right infront of his face, showing him your cutesy pink panties or accidentally grinding against his cock when you squeezed past him in the kitchen. rafes frustration was at its peak and he couldnât take it any longer.
rafe stretched his arm around your waist as you both lay in bed watching tv, biting his lip in thought before reaching out to grip your jaw gently, turning you to face him. he leant forward, catching your lips in a deep kiss, it didnât take long knowing rafe before it got heated, as his tongue began battling your own for dominance you pulled away, taking deep breaths as you stared up at him with big innocent eyes.
âwhatâs wrong, pretty girl?â he muttered, lifting his thumb to wipe his drool from your mouth.
ân-nothing rafe, i just.. i donât⊠i canât go any further with you, i-i donât think iâm ready for that.â rafeâs patience was out of the window by now, all rational thoughts evaporating as his cock grew harder, straining against his pants, desperate to be inside your sweet cunt.
âbabyâŠâ he sighed. âthis isnât normal.â
you stared at him with a confused expression, your eyebrows knitted. âi-i donât understand, did i do something?â
he was quick to shut that thought down âno, no, no, my sweet girl, itâs more about what you didnât do. see, other girls your ageâŠthey love being good for their daddyâs, and i just donât think you are being good fâ me.â tears began to whell up in your eyes, his negative feedback not sitting right in your stomach. âdaddy?â you questioned gently, your bottom lip wobbling.
âyeah, iâm your daddy, baby. and i think itâs about time you start calling me that. itâs true, no? i take care of you, i feed you, pay for your clothes, hell, i even take you to the bathroom. i may aswell be your daddy, so thatâs what your gonnaâ call me from now on, you got that?â he speaks softly, not wanting to discourage you or push you further away but needing to be firm enough so you understand. heâs testing the waters. seeing how easy it is to control your sweet mind in ways only a man like him could.
âi mean.. yeah, that-that makes sense i guess.â
a sly smile appears on his face, his thumb wiping a salty tear from your cheek âgood girl.â he lifts your skirt with one hand, pushing into your panties and rubbing your clit, you gasp in surprise at the new sensation. âdaddy! w-what are you doing?â you ask in shock.
rafe sighs âdaddy needs to give you a check up baby, just to make sure nothinâs wrong. all i need to do is rub that sweet button of yours and fuck my fingers into your pretty pussy, mkay?â your cunt involuntarily clenches around nothing. âmkay, daddy.â you moan. rafes fingers stray from your clit to your entrance, his cock growing impeccably harder from the feel of your wetness, your pussy leaking around his hand.
âd-daddy, feels sâ good.â you whimper as he pushes his fingers into your hole, your walls clenching instinctively around his thick digits. âyeah? you like that? you like it when daddy fingers your sweet pussy?â he groan into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
he picks up his pace, fingering you roughly until the knot in your stomach begins to tighten, you grab at his wrist, pushing him away, which doesnât really do much since your strength is no match for his own. âdaddy! stop, i-i think iâm gonnaâ pee.â you whine, embarrassment flooding through your veins. your cheeks flushed from the humiliation.
he lets out a small laugh, his famous smirk still painted across his face âno baby, your not gonnaâ pee.. your gonnaâ cum. your gonnaâ cum with my fingers deep inside your cunt. ask me. ask daddy for permission.â he growls, a flip switching inside his brain. âp-please daddy, make me cum, please can i cum? please please please.â you beg, tears streaming down your face as you try desperately to hold back.
âcum.â
he growls, watching as your legs begin to shake, your pussy sucking his fingers further into your cunt. you cry out as your body spasms, a thick creamy fluid leaking out of you and into rafes palm. âthatâs it, let it all out. dirty fuckinâ girl. creaming all over your daddyâs fingers.â
your breathing begins to slow as you come down from your orgasm although rafe keeps his fingers deep inside your pussy, catching you in a deep kiss. he takes your hand in his own and leads it down towards his cock, making you instantly recoil. rafe lets out a mixed groan of annoyance and sigh of disappointment under his breath. you look towards the bed, feeling guilty as ever. he turns you to face him again, his pretty blues simmering in darkness. âlisten. pretty baby, i was trying to be nice earlier but⊠i think there is something wrong with you. all the other girls your age wannaâ fuck daddy, so why donât you? iâve been so patient with you sweets but, the clockâs tickinâ.â
rafes fingers begin to fuck into you once again at a rapid pace, your whimpers and cries filling the room as he fucks you with his fingers. âsee? doesnât that feel good? doesnât that make you want more?â you nod your head, dazed with pleasure. not even fully understanding his questions. âgood girl.â he mutters before taking his cock out of his pants, before you even realise whats happening, rafe had removed his fingers and crawled on top of you, pushing the mushroom tip of his swollen fat cock against your entrance.
your eyes burst open in shock at the feeling âwait, wait, wait, da-DADDY! Oh fuck!â you practically screamed as rafe bottomed out in your pussy with a single thrust. essentially, popping your cherry. his hand is quick to cover your mouth as he glares down at you from above. his sanity is long gone by now, the crazed look on his face scaring you into submission.
âshut the fuck up. i-iâm done playing games now. your gonnaâ shut your pretty little mouth and-and daddyâs gonnaâ fuck your cunt until he cums deep inside you, okay?â you didnât respond seeming as his hand was covering your mouth.
he lifted his palm from your mouth before quickly striking you across the face, you cried out as your skin began to fluster due to the impact of his hit. he swiftly gripped your jaw making you look him in the eyes once more âyou-you fuckinâ answer me when iâm talkinâ to you. you nod your fuckinâ head when daddy asks you a question.â this time you were quick to nod your head, tears streaming down your cheeks as you sobbed a ây-yes daddy.â
if anything they just seemed to turn rafe on even more. âgood⊠good girl.â he groaned before pummelling his cock further into your cunt, he began thrusting at a rapid pace, fucking you so hard the headboard began to bash against the wall. your screams of pleasure probably being heard for miles. âohhhh shit, you see that, you fuckinâ slut?â he pointed your face towards where your cunt and his cock connected, a pool of pink cream surrounding the base of his cock, a mixture of blood and cum. you were too far gone to talk at this point, moans and whimpers spilling out of your lips as you simply nodded your head, your eyes rolling back.
âfuck i canât believe you tried to hide this shit from me, tried to hide how much of a greedy fuckinâ cock slut you are. itâs okay though baby, daddy loves when you turn into a desperate little whore. gonnaâ have you writhing on this fat cock every day of the week from now on.â
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eyes of silver and gold
soulmate au! everyone has heterochromia, one eye is your natural colour the other is your soulmateâs natural colour. once you meet eye contact, all eyes return to its natural colour.
featuring: neuvillette
word count: 1075
cw: soulmate!au, reader is a liyue adeptus, gn!reader, readerâs eyes are GOLD because GOLD, traveler can be lumine or aether (they/them pronouns), intentional lowercase, not proofread
authorâs notes: super duper rushed IM SORRY,,,, this could be written better but yeah đđ iâll do better next time !!! (i love soulmate aus)
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neuvillette blinked at the reflection of himself on the mirror for the nth time. it was not the first time he had done so, but every time he observed the eyes of the citizens of fontaine it made him question what made his soulmate so special.
because one thing for sure, he was almost certain his soulmate was not human.
the chief justice knew the eyes of a human when he sees one. their round iris, and the common eye colours of brown or blue could easily tell that theyâre merely human.
however, his soulmateâs eye replacing his left one did not look like the eyes of a human. it was an unnatural colour, usually similar to the eye colours of those who wield a vision. what caught his attention though, was the pattern of his soulmateâs eye that stood out amongst the others. like how his eyes are of a dragonâs, and lady furinaâs eyes are of dewdrops, his soulmateâs eye, igniting a warm colour, shouted gold.
the first thing he had in mind was the land of gold where the geo element usurper resided. he knew liyue was a land of the adepti, where many immortals who once battled in the archon war still lived in the mountains of amber.
yet for centuries living as the hydro dragon, he had never once encountered his soulmate.
was it because of the distance between them? it was understandable, after all, for an adeptus to remain loyal to their homeland.
he had visited liyue a few times but failed to find this soulmate of his. maybe they were not residing in liyue after all?
neuvillette chose to let fate decide.
he heaved a small sigh as he turned away from the mirror, back to his office desk to continue checking the documents for the next trial.
âmonsieur neuvillette!â a loud, squeaky voice which he knew belonged to a certain floating alien chimed through the door. he watched as surprisingly, only paimon, flew her way into his office with an excited expression.
he blinked confusedly at her unusual demeanour. âmiss paimon,â he called, âhow may i assist you today?â
he allowed her to take her time as she panted heavily. âyourââ she looked up at him and he swore he saw her eyes sparkling a lot brighter than usual. âmy?â he asked.
âsoulmate! we found your soulmate!! theyâre outside!â paimon exclaimed excitedly.
neuvilletteâs world stopped for a millisecond, for he had not known that his soulmate had just traveled kilometres from the southern liyue to the northern fontaine. he did not realize his legs moved on his own, allowing paimon to drag him by the sleeve towards the outside of the opera house.
âmonsieur?â he heard paimon called before snapping himself out of his thoughts. he noticed her looking at him in concern, realizing he had stopped his tracks right by the door. âare you okay?â she asked.
is he okay? he wondered the same.
he felt an uncomfortable feeling in his chest, as if someoneâ or something, was banging the drums inside. he felt the drums getting louder and faster, and he could not feel his legs anymore.
he inhaled sharply. âiâm perfectly fine, miss paimon,â he paused in between, âwell, letâs meet my⊠soulmate, shall we?â
his gaze turned towards the entrance of the door, sensing the melusine looking at him eagerly as she patiently waited for him to get ready. âmonsieur neuvillette! are you going out?â she asked.
he nodded. âyes, i am. thank you very much.â
the melusine by the door clapped her hands excitedly as she immediately skipped towards the door knob before opening it for him. âwell then, enjoy meeting them, monsieur!â
neuvillette watched the door opens before the light outside instantly came greeting him in an embrace.
and the first thing that entered his vision was a pair of heterochromatic eyes that matches his.
you were there with the traveler, dressed in foreign attire not befitting of fontaine. your vision clinging onto your waist like a proud medal. you were by the entrance, surrounded by melusines who were saying how your eyes match their chief justice. he watched how your confused expression tries to have a conversation with the little melusines while the traveler laughed next to you.
the cute moment did not last when the melusines notice the presence of their chief justice, immediately rushing towards him excitedly wanting to ask him about his soulmate. yet his widened eyes had locked with yours, watching your eye adorned with his blueish-purple colour slowly changing back to goldâ the familiar gold that greeted him every morning in front of the mirror.
âmonsieur neuvillette! your eyes!â he heard a melusine exclaimed, their hands holding his sleeve as they jumped happily.
he blinked confusedly at the tugs of his sleeves when a melusine appeared with a mirror in their hands. they showed a reflection of himself where his eyes were back to his original formâ the mixture of silver, blue and purple.
he averted his attention to his soulmate who seemed to be doing the same. you were looking at your own reflection, realizing your eye has reverted to its original form. he watched your surprised expression until you noticed his attention had diverted towards you.
your flushed expressions felt a little foreign to the iudex of fontaine, but he was certainly relieved at the sight of your comfortable state in a foreign region.
he gave you a sincere smile as he placed a hand over his chest as a form of greeting.
âgreetings. iâm neuvilette, chief justice and iudex of fontaine. itâs a pleasure to meet you.â
since birth, neuvillette never understood the concept of soulmates until he was given a chance to experience such phenomenon. from when he had awoken to a change in his appearance to encountering the partner that was given to him by fate, it was a surprise that a being like him could have one too.
in fact, his own soulmate was not mortal either. an adeptus originating from the land of gold, you began your exploration in the continent with the fellow traveler when they could not stop persuading you to follow them to meet someone.
a smile was formed on your lips in return as you introduced your name to him, which sounded nice to his ears. âand itâs a pleasure to meet you too, mister neuvillette.â
maybe he could give this concept a try.
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((At least for the pictures))
ćœĄdrivers needy!max verstappen
ćœĄgenre drabble
ćœĄsummary maxie wants a just kiss :((
ćœĄnotes i lowkey forgot i made this but its here now!! i have a series of drabbles while you wait for my smut scenarios xp
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Pinterest is the go to to find makeup looks. its like being a kid in a candy store, theres always so many things to choose from. today though, you scrolled through your saves and decided on a red and brown combo.
you made the rest of your face match it by applying a redder tinted blush and added some beauty marks just for fun. max walked in as you did your makeup.
âwhatcha doing love?â he creeped up behind you and snaked his arms around your waist, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder.
âiâm just doing my makeup maxie,â you glanced at him through the mirror âare you done getting ready?â max nodded
âi just came for my cologne and to see what you were doing.â he reached over and grabbed his bottle of versace that you had got him for valentines day. âyou look amazingâ he glanced you up and down, keeping a hand on your lower back. âhey! dont spray that too close to me i dont wanna smell like man..â you scooted away which caused max to pull you back into his arms. âyouâre not just gonna smell like man, youâre gonna smell like your man, which is better.â he smirked
âokay but i wanted to try my new perfumeâ you frowned
âoh dont be sad at least you smell good nowâ he leaned in to kiss your cheek which you pushed him away.
âwait!! i havenât put my setting spray yetâ max frowned as he took a step back. âso i cant kiss you now?â
âi never said that baby i just did my makeupâ you doused your face in spray before turning to him while fanning your face. you cupped his cheek with your free hand âlet me have this for at least the pictures, and then you can kiss me and fuck up my makeup all you want,â maxs eyes trailed down to the side, his lips still pouty. âcan you do that for me?â you softened your voice. he hesitated, still being his pouty stubborn self.
âpleaseâ you tilted your head to the side, catching his gaze with your own. maxâs deep blue eyes staring back into yours as he slightly nodded and kissed your hand. his kisses trailed down your forearm before he pulled you in and kissed your shoulder. âi can do thatâ he showed a half smile.
the car door opened and immediately you were hit hit with hundreds of camera flashes into the car trying to capture your every move. max got out before you and took your hand in his as he helped you exit the vehicle. the flashes increased when you exited, especially because you might be just a little more famous than max. you held onto his hand as he guided you past all the paparazzi. right before you entered the building, you posed for the pictures and pulled max in to join you which he gave his cute little awkward smile to the cameras.
the night went on and max waited âpatientlyâ. more like he kept asking if he could kiss you which you rejected. finally you took some shots which messed up your lips. max wasnât looking so you came up behind him and kissed his neck and cheek which caught him by surprise. caught your lips in his plump ones as you stepped in front of him and sat on his lap for better access. you wrapped your arms around his nape as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer. he sighed into his long awaited kiss.
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