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All Too Well | c.s.c
Summary: You thought you met the man of your dreams. He was everything you ever wanted, but what happens when that dream falls apart and when that man is no longer the one you recognise? You want to love him against all odds because you believe things can be better.
â 18+ minors dni |âď¸fluff | âď¸ angst | âsmut | ⼠completed works
Word Count: 21,190 wordsÂ
Pairings: Professor! Seungcheol x Female Reader Genre/Trope(s)/AU(s): Established Relationship, break up au! Slightly (quite) toxic relationship, HEAVY ANGST, fluff, smut.Â
Content Warnings: There is an age gap between the reader and Seungcheol, but itâs not massive. Heâs 30, and sheâs 25, but itâs enough to cause problems. Seungcheol is a condescending little shit in this. Yelling, swearing, crying, arguments, toxic couple behaviours, mentions of an injury. Hospitalisation itâs nothing seriousâmentions of blood. Smut Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (donât do this). Fingering, oral (male and female receiving) shower sex, multiple orgasms, squirting and using sex as an apology.  Authors Note 1: This fic will hurt quite a bit, but I like pain and write many of my experiences with my ex. Itâs a form of free therapy, and it feels cathartic. Also, this story is fiction. Cheol is a fucking dick in this. This is a story that is not reflective of him or my impression of him. It is pure fiction, nothing else. Authors Note 2: Thank you so so much to my lovely @multi-kpop-fanfics for reading over this, my lovely @wooahaeproductions and @gyuwoncheol for beta'ing this fic for me 𩷠Authors Note 3: This is a Seventeen rewrite of an old Joon fic of mine, so if it looks familiar, thatâs why hehe.Â
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âMia, Iâm not going to go on Tinder to end a dry spell, nor am I going to sleep with any of the men here. They are all old and most likely married. Iâm not keen,â you groaned to your best friend.Â
Mia had dragged you out tonight because she said that you had a dry spell that needed to be broken, but you were not going to submit to your hormones, and you surely were not going to submit to some random guy on Tinder with the worst possible pick-up lines.Â
âLook, I can take care of myself. Men are useless and self-obsessed,â you claimed before sipping your martini.Â
âSurely not all men?â A voice spoke, making you choke on your drink.Â
You wiped your face wiped it of what? quickly and turned around in your seat to face the voiceâs owner. Your eyes widened like saucers upon seeing the man standing before you. You were speechless, and as your eyes scanned, trailed from his deep-set eyes, his impeccable build, and his thighs, thighs that you wanted to straddle and ride until you screamed his name over and over.Â
âNope, all men,â you quipped, making the handsome stranger smile at you, revealing his deep dimples.Â
âY/Nâs been burned by useless men, men whoâve claimed to be all that and then fell short, so sheâs quite cynical about most men,â Mia chimed. âOw!â Mia yelped when you kicked her shin for oversharing.Â
âWell, how about I get you another drink?â The man suggested, and Mia grinned before hopping off her barstool.Â
âGreat, you do that! I have an early shift tomorrow. Stay safe, Y/N,â Mia said, winking as she headed out of the bar, and you glared at her, knowing that her âstay safeâ comment also meant to use a condom.Â
âIâm Seungcheol.â The stranger introduced himself, and you nodded, turning around to face the bar as he sat down next to you.Â
âWell, you already know my name. My best friend did kind of yell it,â you deadpanned. You didnât care how ridiculously handsome Seungcheol was. He could just be another man who could talk a big game and be useless.Â
âWhat would you like to drink?â Seungcheol asked, and you shrugged. âSurprise me,â you said. You made a mental note that if he got you some fruity shit, youâd leave him the second the words left his mouth.Â
âHow about a Yuzu fizz gin and tonic?â Seungcheol offered, and you smiled at him, nodding.Â
âI can guess that if I ordered something you didnât approve of, you would have left the bar by now?â Seungcheol joked.
âWell, now youâll never know, will you?â You joked, making Seungcheol smile again.Â
âSo why are you here? Trying to find Prince Charming?â Seungcheol asked with a chuckle.
âOh, come on, be honest. Iâm not one to judge,â Seungcheol encouraged, and a sly grin formed on your face.Â
âIf you insist, then okay,â you started to say, inching closer to him, swallowing a gulp as you took in the scent of his cologne. It was musky, spicy, and woody all at once.Â
âIâve been stuck in a painfully long dry spell, and my hand is exhausted. I just need to find someone to fuck me hard,â you answered nonchalantly, and you swore you saw Seungcheol gulp slightly.Â
âYouâre telling me a woman as beautiful as you has not found a man?â Seungcheol asked as he moved away to hand you your drink. You took a sip out of the glass, smiling at the taste.Â
âGood?â Seungcheol asked, and you nodded.Â
âWould you like to try?â You asked, and Seungcheol shook his head.Â
âMaybe later?â Seungcheol replied, and you nodded.
âBut to answer your question, itâs not about looks. For instance, a guy might be doing well, then heâll say something obnoxious, and Iâll no longer be interested,â you explained.
âFair enough, I apologise on behalf of my species. We often get too excited when we see a beautiful woman and act up,â Seungcheol clarified, making you grin. Seungcheol was incredibly handsome and sweet, but you didnât feel anything. Nothing clicked. There was no instant chemistry; suddenly, you felt tired and bored and just wanted to be wrapped up in your blanket.Â
âWell, this was nice. Thank you for the drink, but I think I will call it a night,â you said, and Seungcheol simply smiled at you. You were relieved at how he wasnât pushy or objecting to the fact that you wanted to leave so early. Most of the men you had met would get defensive or be less than understanding if you wanted to go before they got to cop a feel.
âWait, how are you getting home?â Seungcheol asked.Â
âWalking home, itâs a twenty-minute walk,â you replied.
âY/N, you can punch me if I step out of line, but no, youâre not walking home alone.â You sighed, but you didnât mind entirely, plus you could kick him in the crotch if he acted up. You were cognizant enough to do so.Â
âWell then, Seungcheol, since itâs a bit of a walk, shall we play a game?â You asked as you both stepped out of the bar and started to walk.Â
âSeriously?â Seungcheol asked, grinning.Â
 âHumour me, Seungcheol .âÂ
âFine then.â
âGreat, letâs play twenty questions,â and you proceeded to ask. âHow old are you?âÂ
â30,â he replied.Â
âIf itâs not too rude to ask you, the same?â Seungcheol asked, and you smiled before replying, â25.âÂ
âI have another question if itâs not too crude?â Seungcheol asked, and you nodded at him to ask it. âWhen you said you wanted to be fucked hard, how hard?â You gulped; you swore his voice had gotten deeper and huskier since he left the bar. You chalked up your reaction to the cold air, playing tricks on your mind.Â
âIf letâs say, hypothetically, it was me, how hard would you want me to fuck you?â Seungcheol continued , making you stop and turn to face him. His eyes were piercing and burned through any façade you had on tonight.Â
âHard enough to make me forget my name,â you whispered, earning a nod from Seungcheol.Â
The rest of the walk was filled with silence, aside from a few questions from Seungcheol, but you couldnât get the vision of him standing over you and asking you how hard youâd like to be fucked out of your head.Â
âWell,â you breathed out when your eyes landed on your front door.Â
âThis is me,â you said, standing with your back against your front door.Â
âWait, I have one thing I want to try but donât worry, you still have permission to knee me in the balls,â Seungcheol teased, making you chuckle, only for a second, before his soft lips landed on yours. The kiss was so light it almost felt like nothing happened, but you knew it did because you felt your heartbeat out of your chest the minute his lips grazed yours.Â
âI always wanted to know what the Yuzu gin and tonic tasted like,â Seungcheol said smugly before moving away from you.
âWell, it was lovely meeting you,â Seungcheol said, leaving you speechless and breathless as he turned around and walked away from your front door.Â
âSeungcheol! Wait!â He turned around, smiling at you.Â
âWould you like to come in for a nightcap? We still have several questions left,â you suggested, hoping heâd say yes. Seungcheol grinned as he nodded, following you into your apartment.Â
Fifteen questions in, Seungcheol and you were on your living room sofa. You were cuddling into his side, your legs on his lap. Around five questions ago, Seungcheolâs hand started trailing your exposed thighs , and you had let out a few soft moans at his touch.Â
âQuestion sixteen for you, Y/N,â Seungcheol said, and you laughed at him.Â
âYou kept count?â You asked, and Seungcheol nodded. Â
âIâm very detail-oriented,â Seungcheol replied, and you rolled your eyes.. Seungcheolâs hand stopped trailing your thighs; instead, he gently squeezed them.Â
âTell me, how hard did you want to be fucked?â He asked again, and you quirked your brows at him.Â
âYou already asked,â you replied breathlessly, and Seungcheol shrugged.Â
âWould it hurt to get details?â Seungcheol pressed staring right into your eyes. You would be lying if you said you didnât start getting wet five questions ago, but now your core ached at his words.Â
âSo hard that I canât walk, so that Iâm a mumbling and whimpering mess.â You said as you moved so that you were straddling Seungcheol. You gently moved your hips against his, and you felt his length hardening.Â
âQuestion seventeen for you. Why did you ask me for a drink tonight?â you asked as Seungcheol groaned and held your waist, stopping your movements.
âWhen I saw you in this dress, I couldnât help but think about how I wanted to do nothing more than rip it off your body,â Seungcheol spoke, and you moaned at his words. His grip on your waist got tighter, and you were sure you would be bruised tomorrow, but you didnât care.Â
âQuestion eighteen, Y/N, are you wet right now?â Seungcheol asked, and you smirked and proceeded to reply with another question.Â
âQuestion nineteen, Seungcheol, do you want to find out?â You asked, and Seungcheolâs eyes darkened with lust as he nodded,lifting the pushed-up hem of your dress so that it was at the waistband of your panties.Â
Seungcheol looked at you for consent, and you nodded, giving it to him. He pulled your panties to the side and brushed his fingers through your folds. Seungcheol moaned at your wetness, then moved his fingers to his mouth, and relished your taste.Â
âFinal question, baby. Whatâs your safe word?â He asked.
âPeaches,â you replied.
âPeaches it is,â Seungcheol responded, content with your answer, he carried you to your bedroom to a night filled with absolute pleasure.Â
You woke up the following day to soft snores; you smiled softly at Seungcheol sleeping. Seungcheol looked incredibly handsome, even with his hair ruffled and mouth open as he snored lightly. You hated how you were romanticising this one moment, especially considering that it was the result of several drinks and very sexual questions that led him to your bedroom. Still, at this moment, you wished that this would be the view you could wake up to every day.Â
He was perfect. He was so sweet, loving, gentle, and kind all night long. You wouldnât be opposed to having that type of care and affection regularly.Â
You decided to get out of bed and grab your oversized nightshirt as you headed to the kitchen, leaving your bedroom quietly not to wake him up andruin the little daydream you were happily living in.Â
You took a detour, making sure to head to the bathroom first, freshen up, and then head to the kitchen, where you made a cup of green tea for yourself and a cup of hot coffee for Seungcheol. In your hazy recollection of last night, you remembered Seungcheol ordering a couple of espresso martinis, so you assumed coffee would be a good idea.Â
You held the mugs in your hand as you headed back to your bedroom, smiling when you saw Seungcheol sitting up, stretching, and smiling sleepily at you when he turned his head to face you.Â
âDamn, and here I thought you left me,â Seungcheol joked. His deep morning voice made you feel warm, like the tea that warmed your throat with every sip.Â
âItâs my house,â you replied, smiling at him and handing him a mug of coffee.Â
âSo, what do you do, Y/N?â Seungcheol asked. âAside from rock my world,â he added, joking, making you roll your eyes at him.Â
âIâm a freelance web designer, but I just took a break to travel with my friends for a bit, and so Iâm just getting back into it.I need to go out and hustle to get clients again,â you said, and you noticed an emotion you couldnât decipher flash across Seungcheolâs features.Â
You assumed he was squinting at the morning sunlight streaming into your bedroom, but it was gloomy. Still, it was early, and maybe he was just tired.Â
âWhat do you do?â You asked, not wanting to dwell on your thoughts for too long.Â
âIâm an English Literature professor at Seoul National University,â Seungcheol said, and you couldnât help but notice the hint of smugness that laced his tone. Still, then again, if you were a professor at the most prestigious universities in the country, maybe you, too, would behave that way.Â
âSo, youâre like a nerd?â You joked and knew it fell flat, noticing how Seungcheol gave you no reaction.Â
âIs it still a thing to call people nerds? Youngsters these days,â Seungcheol mused, and you couldnât help but again detect an undercurrent of an unpleasant tone that made you feel uncomfortable. You let it slide because you knew nothing about this man.Â
âI enjoyed last night,â you said softly, joining him on your bed, hoping to change the topic.Â
âI did, too. I didnât think heading out for a drink after work would help me find you,â Seungcheol agreed.Â
âI, uh,â you fumbled. You wanted to ask if he would be willing to see you again, and Seungcheol got the hint.Â
âI want to see you again, and not just to repeat last night, but because I want to get to know you more,â Seungcheol said, and you beamed at him.Â
âShit, I need to get home and shower and get to the university, but can I have your number? Iâll text you after my lecture today, and yes, Iâll text today itself because I donât believe in the whole bullshit of waiting for a day after to tell someone you enjoyed their company. I guess thatâs something I learned with age,â Seungcheol stated.Â
Then, you wondered if you felt Seungcheolâs age would be a motif you could never get rid of.Â
âWait, so the buff hot guy, you ended up going home with him and fucking him?â Mia exclaimed obnoxiously loud in the supermarket, making you glare at her as you got a few disapproving stares from fellow shoppers.Â
âOh, you need to work on your indoor voice. You will end up spilling my life story to the world,â you said, elbowing Mia, who shrugged.Â
âSo well, was he the kind of dick you want inside you again, or what?â Mia asked as you grabbed some pasta and put it in your shopping cart.Â
âHe asked me out,â you replied.âWell, sort of. He said he doesnât believe in waiting a while to text, so he said heâd text me today because he enjoyed my company,â you clarified, and you saw Miaâs grin widen.Â
âWhat does he do?â Mia asked. âHeâs a professor of literature and SNU,â you responded.
âDamn, I need your luck to get that kind of dick on a night out, a qualified dick, if you will,â Mia joked, making you laugh.Â
âI donât know, he still hasnât texted, and itâs nearly 7, and if he texts any later than that, itâll just be for a hookup, and I donât want to be a booty call,â you explained, and Mia nodded.Â
âWell, heâs a professor at one of the most prestigious universities. Maybe he got busy, and if he enjoyed your company, Iâm sure he doesnât only want sex,â Mia explained. You shrugged unsurely, and your phone buzzed in your pocket as if on cue.Â
Unknown Number: Hey, itâs Seungcheol. Sorry for not texting earlier like I said. Students had a lot of concerns, and itâs been a long day. I finally wrapped up, and if you havenât made plans already, Iâd like to take you out for a late-night dessert.
You smiled at your phone for what must have been too long, considering Mia decided to nudge you. âFucking reply, you dork, and have him for dessert because that man must be sweet,â Mia teased, wiggling her brows at you, making you roll your eyes at her as you typed a reply.Â
You: Hey Seungcheol, thatâs okay. Dessert? Colour me intrigued, where should I meet you?
Not even a minute afteryou sent the message, you saw the words âSeungcheol is typing,â flash across your screen, making you smile and feel giddy like a teenager having a crush.Â
Seungcheol: Send me your location, and Iâll pick you up.Â
You: Sure!Â
You: Location sent
Seungcheol: Perfect, see you in a few!Â
You grinned at your phone as Mia headed towards the check-out aisle. âWow, heâs offering to pick you up, too. Heâs already a keeper,â Mia stated, and you shrugged.Â
âHow?â You asked, curious to understand your best friendâs logic.Â
âHeâs going out of his way to meet you and pick you up; he wants to spend more time with you before the date. He isnât simply telling you to meet him at a place. He is making the time and effort to take you out on a date after a busy day. Thatâs a good sign,â Mia explained, making you smile.Â
You and Mia had paid for your groceries and now were waiting outside. You were conversing with Mia when a sleek black Mercedes caught your eye. It was a sexy car, and your eyes widened when Seungcheol stepped out of the car and smiled at you.Â
âSorry, I hope I didnât keep you in the cold too long?â Seungcheol said, and you shook your head at him.Â
âNot at all,â you said shyly, earning a particularly hard nudge at your side from Mia, who noticed your shyness.Â
âIâm Mia, you must be Seungcheol,â she greeted, making Seungcheol laugh.Â
âI remember you, youâre trouble; you were the one who was kind enough to inundate me with Y/Nâs sex life that night,â Seungcheol recalled, flustering Mia and you.Â
âWell, it worked out, didnât it?â Mia countered, making Seungcheol smile, allowing his deep dimples to appear, making you smile too.
âCanât deny thatâ, Seungcheol agreed, winking at you, making you smile even more, so much so that you thought your cheeks would break.Â
âWell, Iâll leave you to it,â Mia said as she started to walk away.
âWait, Mia, why donât I drive you home before we both head out on our date? Itâs cold and late,â Seungcheol offered, and for some reason, that stung. You donât know why. She was your best friend; sheâd never betray you, and Seungcheol, well, he was nothing to you right now.Â
Mia looked at you nervously, and you shrugged before nodding. âYeah, come on, girl, itâs cold out. Besides, itâs not a long drive,â you rambled nervously, and Mia nodded as she approached the car.Â
Seungcheol was nothing but a gentleman, holding the door open for youfirst, letting you in the front seat next to him, and then moving to help Mia into the back seat, and you couldnât help the ugly feeling of jealousy that stirred in the pit of your stomach.Â
Why would he help her after me? You thought and shook your head to rid yourself of those thoughts. You needed to compose yourself before Seungcheol joined you in the driverâs seat.Â
âAlright, Mia, why donât you tell me your address?â Seungcheol asked, flashing her a smile. You forced another smile at your best friend, annoyed at how your emotions clouded your ability to be rational, but Mia was right. Seungcheol was a catch, and you didnât fancy losing him to your best friend.Â
The entire drive to Miaâs apartment was filled with awkward silence, aside from a couple of jokes from Seungcheol and a few nervous giggles from Mia. You kept your gaze on the road ahead, refusing to engage in the conversation. You hated how your insecurities got the better of you and ruined a good time.Â
âThank you, Seungcheol,â Mia said softly, and for a second, you wanted to roll your eyes at her when you heard how sickly sweet her voice sounded, but then you realised thatâs what she always sounded like and that your insecurity nearly caused you to ignore your best friend. You could tell Mia had noticed too as she too kept stealing worried glances at you.Â
âHey, Iâd never, and Iâm sorry I imposed tonight,â Mia said as she exited the car and stood by your window. You let out a breath you didnât realise you were holding and nodded.Â
âI know, Iâm just sorry. I got insecure,â you admitted quietly, and Mia nodded before hugging you awkwardly.Â
âHave fun tonight. Remember, he wants to spend time with you. Youâre not a second option,â Mia reassured, and you smiled at her, mentally noting to send her a long and apologetic text after tonight.Â
Seungcheol, ever the gentleman, walked Mia to her door and waited for her to go inside before hereturned to the car, sat in the driverâs seat, and smiled at you, which you half-heartedly returned.Â
âOkay, did you and Mia argue before I showed up?â Seungcheol asked, and you shook your head. âThen why did you act as if I overstepped by dropping her home?â Seungcheol questioned, and you sighed.Â
âCan I blame it on insecurities, and you can drop this?â You asked, and Seungcheolâs face softened.Â
âI want to spend my night with you, not her. How about I make it up to you over the best cake ever?â Seungcheol suggested, and you nodded, smiling at him.Â
The drive was filled with the music in Seungcheolâs car and lo-fi remixes, and halfway along the drive, Seungcheol broke the silence.Â
âSo, this place is far, but I promise you itâs the best dessert place in the world. I know the owners, and Iâve known them since I was a kid, so theyâre like family, so the food is legit,â Seungcheol rambled, making you smile.Â
âSo busy day, huh?â You asked, and Seungcheol nodded as he moved one hand off the steering wheel to lace it with yours.Â
âYeah, but seeing you made it all better,â Seungcheol replied, making you smile at him.Â
âCute,â you replied, making him grin as he drove.Â
âWhat about you? How was your day?â Seungcheol asked, now properly holding your hand as he kept his free hand on the steering wheel and continued to drive.Â
âWell, I mean, it wasnât particularly productive. I asked a few clients if they had any upcoming projects I could assist with,â you explainedÂ
âWell, you canât be passive about it. If you want something, you need to chase after it,â Seungcheol explained and then winced slightly. âFuck sorry, Iâve been with students all day, repeating this shit to them, and I automatically clicked into professor mode; sorry,â Seungcheol apologised, reaching gently to take your hand and bring it to his lips.
âYouâre not exactly wrong, but maybe just keep the life coachâs advice for the kids?â You joked, and Seungcheolâs eyes lit up as he pulled into the familiar driveway of the bakery.
âWeâre here!â Seungcheol exclaimed excitedly as he parked the car, getting out first and heading to help you.Â
âOh,â you said, pointing to your grocery bag.
âLeave it here; itâs cool,â Seungcheol replied.Â
âShall we?â Seungcheol asked as he closed the car door behind you and held out his hand for you; you took it, smiling as his large hand engulfed yours, making you feel safe.Â
âIs that who I think it is?â A voice called out from the bakeryâs back, and Seungcheol grinned, hearing the voice as he replied.Â
âHalmeoni, it is. Cheol is hungry,â Seungcheol said playfully as he guided you into the bakery and a more petite older woman approached Seungcheol.Â
âOh, you are getting buffer by the day, and I see itâs paying off. Who is this beautiful woman?â The lady asked, making you smile shyly.
âY/N, she and I are here on a date, halmeoni,â Seungcheol explained, making you grin even more.Â
âWell, Iâm glad to see you are dating again. After Yoona, I thought I lost you for good,â the lady added, and you felt Seungcheolâs grip on your hand tighten at the mention of Yoona. Lost him how?
âHalmeoni, not now, please,â Seungcheol warned.Â
âMy dear, Y/N, how rude of me. Iâm Minji Kim, but you can address me as Halmeoni. Why donât you two sit? Iâll get you the specials?â Ms. Kim offered.Seungcheol nodded as he guided you inside to find a more secluded booth to sit in.Â
âI donât want to talk about it,â Seungcheol said softly as you sat down. You were about to counter, saying you werenât planning to ask him, but you decided against it. It wasnât your place. Not tonight, at least, not on a first date.Â
âThis is our best-selling product and Cheolâs favourite,â Ms. Kim interrupted a couple of minutes later, as she placed a molten cake on the middle of the table and placed down two forks as well.Â
âEnjoy, kids,â Ms. Kim said before she disappeared.Â
âI know it looks simple,â Seungcheol started to say, âBut this is the best thing ever. Open,â Seungcheol said as he picked up a forkful of the molten cake and moved the fork to your lips. You accepted the cake, letting out a hum of approval as the chocolatey taste filled your mouth.Â
âFuck, thatâs amazing,â you praised, and Seungcheol smirked as he took a bite for himself.Â
âHalmeoni says the love she pours into the cake makes it so delicious. Sheâll never tell me her recipe, even if I beg,â Seungcheol complained, and you laughed at him.Â
âIsnât that better? Some things are better left unsaid. It might ruin the magic,â you said, and Seungcheol smiled slightly.Â
âAh, the childlike wonder, cute,â Seungcheol said, earning a funny look from you.Â
âIs that a problem?â You asked, moving your hand away from him. Seungcheol shook his head.Â
âNo, I guess I have a very black-and-white view of the world, and sometimes I fail to account that other people donât. I like that you see the world with all its beauty and colours,â Seungcheol explained.
âWell, stick around me long enough, and maybe youâll see the world with a bit more colour?â you suggested, and Seungcheol shrugged.Â
âWeâll see,â Seungcheol said, and you gathered from his tone that he didnât fancy discussing this issue further.Â
âHey, youâve got cake on your face,â Seungcheol said, leaning forward, and you assumed heâd wipe the cake off your lips. Instead, you were met with his soft lips. You melted against his lips as they moved against yours, only for him to pull away for a second and then find your lips again. You pulled away this time with a light smile.Â
âHalmeoni will have the worst impression of me if all I do is make out with you here,â you joked, and Seungcheol smirked.Â
âI agree. How about we finish this cake, and maybe I can show you how much I wanted to spend my day with you instead of lecturing my students?â Seungcheol suggested, and you couldnât help how your expression changed.Seungcheol caught onto it as well.Â
âI didnât ask you out only to have sex with you, I promise. I want your company, but I also want to be able to hold your hand and maybe steal a few kisses here and there. Iâd rather do that in a comfortable setting and not traumatise poor halmeoni,â Seungcheol clarified as he placed another kiss on your lips, and you hummed into the kiss.Â
âShall we?â Seungcheol asked, and you nodded.You stood up with him, placing your hand in his, and following him to the counter as he paid for the cake, much to your and halemoniâs protests. Seungcheol smiled as he walked out the bakery door, ensuring to wave to Ms. Kim. You felt yourself becoming more enamoured by his actions. Â
You concluded that Seungcheol could have a hard exterior, but soft inside, much like the lava cake. He could seem slightly unapproachable with his curt and short replies, but if you dug deep enough, you knew he was filled with nothing but love and warmth, and you were determined to get to know that Seungcheol.Â
You were determined that you could be that one for him, the one heâd let in.Â
âPenny for your thoughts?â Seungcheol asked as his voice took you out of your daydream of becoming the future Mrs Choi.Â
âI enjoyed tonight; well, everything tonight has been so incredible,â you admitted, and Seungcheol turned to smile at you, nearly running through the red light, making you laugh and gasp.
âFuck, do you think being distracted by you is a valid reason for running a red light?â Seungcheol joked, and you shook your head at him.Â
âNope, but I think itâs cute,â you said as you placed your hand on his knee.Â
âThat impatient? Weâre almost back at mine,â Seungcheol teased, and you rolled your eyes at him,pinching his knee a bit which made him laugh.Â
The drive back to Seungcheolâs place was filled with jokes and flirty remarks.Once Seungcheol reached his apartment, he couldnât park the car soon enough and hurriedly helped you out,practically running to his apartment with your hand in his.Â
The minute you were inside his apartment, you took a second to take off your red scarf. You placed it on the coat hanger by the door and squealed in surprise when Seungcheol turned you around in his embrace, bending down to lift you into his arms and carry you over to his sofa.Â
You stared at him, confused. What did he want? Was it just sex? You wondered, and Seungcheol spoke, ending your worries within seconds.Â
âI just want to hold you like this, in my arms, look,â Seungcheol started to say as he adjusted his position so that you were lying between his body, your chin on his toned chest. âMaybe Iâm moving too quickly, but I told you I donât believe in all that bull shit of following rules. Youâre the first person Iâve felt this comfortable with for so long, so forgive me if all this is too much because I can reign it in,â Seungcheol admitted as he stroked your cheek, making you smile.Â
You sat up for a second tokick off your boots, taking your position back, and laying on his chest. âI donât need you to reign any of this in,â you reassured. Seungcheol was special; he was older, wiser, and something you had never had. You werenât about to lose him for the sake of some social constructs relating to dating.Â
You always felt like people made up or exaggerated when it came to how love made them feel. You had friends, like Mia, who would act like they were on cloud nine or something when they were in love, and you never understood it. It wasnât because you were traumatised as a child or anything, far from it.Â
You were a happy kid, but your parents werenât in love. You knew that your parents stayed married for your sake, and while you would always commend them for that because you knew you could never do that, you never understood the point of pretending. All that to say, you never grew up with a perfect example of what love looked like, and after shitty hookups and your fair share of fuck boys and heartbreak, you gave up on the concept.Â
You didnât hate love; you just assumed it was something inconceivable that others got, the lucky ones, and you, you didnât think youâd ever get it. You had convinced yourself that for so long, until you met Seungcheol, until that first kiss with him.
Now, four months later, you watched your boyfriend working.Â
That was your man, your safe space, your home. Even though there were petty fights and arguments, you two would make it work because thatâs what people do when theyâre in love.Â
They fight for each other.Â
âOkay, I guess Iâm decent-looking enough, but youâve been staring at my face for the past ten minutes, with a smile on yours,â Seungcheol chuckled as he looked at you.Â
âWait, Iâve been staring for that long?â You asked, feeling slightly flustered. Seungcheol nodded as he pulled you closer into his chest.Â
âWhatâs on your mind?â Seungcheol asked as his hand traced patterns lazily on your lower back.Â
âI just-,â you started to say.âAre you real?â You asked Seungcheol, who furrowed his brows at you.Â
âWhat?â Seungcheol asked
âI donât know, I fuck. I never believed that I could have something like this,â you said shyly, and Seungcheol smiled fondly at you.Â
âLike what?â Seungcheol encouraged, and you took a deep breath to sit up and adjusted until you sat crossed-legged next to Seungcheol on the bed. He soon followed, sitting up, and leaning against his headboard.Â
âLike, I always thought love was a beautiful concept, but it was a concept that others would get, not me. I never thought I would find someone who would love me, how you do, how you make me feel when you kiss me, and how I feel when I hold your hand. Seungcheol, I feel safe with you, and thatâs something I never associated with love. Love was always so unrealistic to me,â you rambled and paused to look at Seungcheol, who smiled fondly at you.Â
âThatâs why I asked if you were real, or something I made up because I was so desperate to feel loved and to be loved,â you admitted.
Seungcheol placed his hand over yours. âYou feel safe with me?â He asked.
âThe safest. I feel like Iâm floating. When Iâm with you, I feel like youâve taken me to a place so high, where there is nothing but love and safety,â you babbled, letting your feelings pour out and making Seungcheol smile widely at you.Â
âFuck, then, this is not a good time to say this is it?â Seungcheol said, and for a second, you felt like you had come down from the proverbial cloud you were floating on.Â
âUh, say, what?â You fumbled, and Seungcheol grinned at you before leaning over to kiss your lips softly.Â
âTo say that I love you,â Seungcheol admitted, making your eyes widen. Â
âTo be honest, Iâve been meaning to say it for a while now.I just didnât know if it was the right time or too soon, and I didnât want to scare you off or anything, but hearing what you said made me realise that I too have nothing to fear when Iâm with you,â Seungcheol confessed, making you? at his words as you moved to crawl into his lap.Â
âYou love me?â You asked.
âI love you,â Seungcheol repeated, and you beamed at him.Â
âI love you more.â
Four Months Later: The First Crack in the Glass
âHow was work?â You asked Seungcheol one evening, and he groaned as he flopped into your bed, wrapped his arms around your waist, and cuddled you, making you smile. Your boyfriend might have been a big shot and a fancy literature professor, but he was a giant teddy bear behind closed doors, and in moments like this, you were reminded of it.Â
âYou want to know?â Seungcheol asked as he sat up and stood up to take off his shirt and pull off his work clothes to change into a more comfortable pair of sweats.Â
âI was teaching the kids about Sylvia Plath,â Seungcheol said slowly.Â
âOh, shit, Iâve heard of her,â you said absentmindedly, and Seungcheol let out a soft hum.
âSheâs one of the greatest writers, and youâve only heard of her?â Seungcheol asked. There was a hint of condescension in his voice, and you couldnât help but feel like there was a hint of judgment from him.Â
âCheol, tell me about her work,â you said, trying to push down the funny feeling his words left you with.Â
âI mean, what can I say? You smiled, watching him, listening intently as he fell into a soliloquy about Sylvia Plathâs writing. âThe woman was troubled. Like any great artist, she used her pain to create beauty. She turned her darkest thoughts into the most beautiful words,â Seungcheol explains.Â
âWhoâs your favourite poet?â Seungcheol asked suddenly, and you shrugged.Â
âI donât know if I have one. Literature was something I liked, and I enjoyed everything I read. I donât think I cared enough to love one author exclusively,â you replied, earning a grunt from Seungcheol.Â
âYou couldnât have liked it enough if you canât even tell me a favourite author. What about a poem or novel?â Seungcheol pressed, and you glared at him.Â
âYou sound like an arrogant prick,â you mumbled, and Seungcheol laughed and held up his hands in defeat.Â
âOkay, I apologise,â Seungcheol said, but the smile on his face made you realise that he didnât mean it.Â
âI loved the play A Dollâs House,â you said, and Seungcheolâs eyes widened.
âYouâre familiar with Ibsen?â He asked, unable to mask the surprise in his voice.Â
âJust because Iâm not some fancy fucking professor doesnât make me stupid,â you said, inching away from him, and Seungcheol let out a soft sigh.Â
âWhat did you love the most about the play?â Seungcheol asked.Â
âI guess, like Nora, I too feel like I always need to be a certain way and that people have an expectation of what and how I should be,â you admitted, looking down at your blanket, and you felt Seungcheol pull you into his arms.Â
âI hope thatâs not because of my thoughtless remarks?â Seungcheol asked, cupping your face with his large hands, and you shook your head.Â
âNo, but I guess just life. I just see so many people my age settling down, with a family and kids, and everything, and they have a steady job, and just everything,â you mumbled, and Seungcheol nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead.Â
âSo? Thatâs their journey, not yours, my love. You will have all those things when itâs right. You donât need to rush it,â Seungcheol said, and you smiled at him.Â
âThatâs one of my biggest insecurities, and I donât think Iâve ever voiced it, not even to Mia,â you confessed.
âI appreciate that you trust me with it and know that itâs a feeling that Iâll keep safe with me,â Seungcheol promised his words making you melt.Â
âYouâre my safety net?â You asked, and Seungcheol nodded.Â
âYep,â Seungcheol responded.Â
âOh, babe, my friends wanted to meet you, so I asked them over to dinner at mine, join me? I want to introduce them to the woman, who, I quote, âmakes me less of a miserable bastardâ,â Seungcheol explained.Â
âIâd love to,â you replied.âWait, miserable bastard?â You asked, unable to fight the slight grin on your face.Â
âWhen Yoona and I ended things, I was a miserable bastard,â Seungcheol explained.
âUm, not to rehash shitty memoriesâŚâ you started to say, and Seungcheolâs soft smile turned into a harsh glare as he spoke.Â
âThen donât. Iâm not interested in talking about her, and itâs none of your business,â Seungcheol snapped, and you nodded, feeling embarrassed for even bringing it up or attempting to.Â
âThere are some things in life we keep to ourselves, right? For all our lives, a secret we take to our grave, Yoona, is that for me,â Seungcheol explained, and you sighed in acceptance, wondering how awful that relationship could have been for him to be still so resentful.Â
âI get it. Youâll never hear her name from me again,â you vowed.
âThank you,â Seungcheol breathed out.Â
âFuck, does this dress look okay?â You asked, waltzing out of Seungcheolâs bathroom in a black cocktail dress. Seungcheol barely looked up as he placed the wine glasses on the dinner table.Â
âCheol,â you huffed, and he looked up at you.Â
âMy friends will like you; they donât care about what you wear,â Seungcheol said, and you walked over to the dining table with a sigh
âI get that, but still,â you trailed off, and Seungcheol shrugged.Â
You were about to respond when the doorbell rang. âCool, theyâre here. Just be yourself. Theyâll like you,â Seungcheol affirmed, and you sighed, nodding, as you watched him open the door for his guests.Â
âJeonghan, Chan, Mingyu, and Joshua, this my love, Y/N,â Seungcheol introduced you proudly, waving towards you as the four men walked into the house.You smiled and waved at them awkwardly.Â
âWhy donât we get a few drinks, and then we can all get acquainted?â Seungcheol offered, and the rest agreed with nods and hums.Â
âSo, what do you do?â Jeonghan asked.Â
âWell, Iâm a web designer, so I do a lot of freelance work,â you explained, and Jeonghan nodded, smiling. âThatâs incredibly impressive,â Jeonghan complimented.Â
âWhat do you do?â You asked, and Jeonghan took a sip of his wine before answering.Â
âI also work with your boyfriend, except I teach law,â Jeonghan replied, and you nodded.Â
You were about to reply when you were suddenly interrupted by Seungcheol. âOh, Jeonghan, donât bore her; sheâs not into the academia,â Seungcheol said. You knew he meant no harm by it, but it made you feel like an idiot.Â
Did your boyfriend think you werenât smart enough to converse with someone other than him?Â
âWell, everyone likes criminal law, murders, and stuff,â Jeonghan joked, attempting to ease the tension, as he noticed how your face fell with Seungcheolâs comment.Â
âI know, I love watching crime documentaries,â you added. âSame. What would you say are your favourites? Forensic files?â Jeonghan asked.Â
âY/N, you know that watching a documentary on crime, especially an extremely overproduced TV show, does not mean you understand the details of the law. You watch crime shows because you find it cool, but Jeonghan teaches the law. He respects and appreciates it immensely,â Seungcheol added, and you baulked at his words.Â
âIgnore him, Y/N, this pompous literature professor thinks that if you donât like Sylvia Plath, youâre a disgrace as a reader. Seungcheol canât understand that while her work is untouchable, itâs too much, and thatâs not a mark of oneâs intelligence. Rather what they like,â Jeonghan said. His last words were directed to Seungcheol and were emphasised with a particularly intense glare at him.Â
âCheol, why donât you look after the kids? Yeah, I think Joshua said something about replacing all your vintage books with decoys,â Jeonghan offered, and you were thankful for his comment as Seungcheol stalked off to the kitchen.Â
Jeonghan looked at you sympathetically before motioning for another man to join you in the conversation. He looked younger, and he had a bright smile.Â
âThis is Chan. Heâs the baby of the group,â Jeonghan said, and you couldnât help but think that his words were a dig at you, but you saw no malice in his voice. He just wanted you to meet another face.Â
You started a conversation with Jeonghan and Chan; this time, it was just about lighthearted topics. Thankfully, Seungcheol didnât interrupt with a patronising comment.Â
âDinnerâs set!â Seungcheol announced, and you sighed. You finally felt better about what happened between you two earlier, but you decided to swallow your pride and join him at the dining table.Â
âNo way you did all this, Cheol,â A man you vaguely remember called Mingyu mumbled, and Seungcheol laughed.Â
âTrue, my love here..â Seungcheol said as he moved closer to you and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in to kiss your cheek softly.Â
âShe helped. I would have burnt the bloody house down,â Seungcheol said.You took a deep breath before nodding in agreement.Â
You decided youâd chalk up Seungcheolâs initial crappy behaviour to him just being nervous, and maybe he just wanted to save you from a boring conversation but just had a terrible way of executing his plan.Â
Youâd let it go and try to enjoy the rest of the night.Â
Except, that didnât go to plan. Several minutes into the conversation, Seungcheolâs grip on your hand loosened, and by the time dessert was placed, Seungcheol had his chair tilted so that his back was facing you and no longer looking at you or engaging you in the conversation.Â
You felt awkward. Everyone in the room knew each other except you. You were the odd one out, and your boyfriend seemed completely fine ignoring you, too. You didnât want him to coddle you, but you didnât expect him to turn his back on you.Â
You placed your hand on Seungcheolâs back once to get his attention, but he merely shrugged it off, and you felt tears threatening to spill, so you politely and wordlessly excused yourself, not that anyone noticed.Â
You excused yourself to Seungcheolâs study, where you found yourself a bottle of wine, and decided to sip that and stayed all night and didnât emerge until after dinner and his friends left.Â
âHey, I thought Iâd find you here. Why didnât you join us for dinner? I told them you came down with a headache, but I got to say you didnât make me look good, doing that,â Seungcheol explained as he walked into his study, and you rolled your eyes at him as you took another sip of your wine.Â
âI just wanted to introduce you to my friends, and you just decided you couldnât be bothered?â Seungcheol scolds, and you scoff.Â
âWhy are you so pissed off?â Seungcheol asked as he sat across you, and you stood up and walked over to the window.Â
âIâm not pissed off. Who said I was pissed off?â You said sarcastically, and Seungcheol sighed.
âYouâre acting pissed off,â Seungcheol added. You sighed before speaking.Â
âYou acted like I was a fucking dumbass; what the hell was the comment you gave to Jeonghan? That Iâm not into academia, or that I can't understand the law because I watch a Netflix show about crime? You made me look like a fucking moron,â you spat.
âLook, whenever I try to show you anything about my work, you get bored, and you either fall asleep or canât keep up. I was trying to save you that with Jeonghan,â Seungcheol replied, and you stared at him in shock.Â
âI donât fall asleep because Iâm not interested. I fall asleep because you talk to me like a student. You lecture me; if you spoke to me about your work the way you do with your friends, with that same enthusiasm, then maybe Iâd pay more attention, but you fucking donât!â You shot back, making Seungcheol sigh.Â
âSo, what was I meant to do? Let you try and have a conversation with Jeonghan about the law, something you know nothing about?â Seungcheol asked, and you nearly slapped the smug look off his face.
âFuck you. You donât need to have a masterâs degree or prior knowledge about a subject to be interested in it and for fucks sake. I just wanted to get to know your friends, but whenever I tried, you intercepted the conversation with a comment that just made me sound like a fucking child,â you yelled at him, and Seungcheol groaned.Â
âThis was meant to be a good night, and youâre making it all about you,â Seungcheol mumbled.Â
âMe? How? You barely acknowledged me, you turned your fucking chair around and didnât look at me during dinner. You barely tried to include me. Your friends, theyâre all older than me, and you made no fucking effort to include me,â you yelled at Seungcheol.
âYou have a mouth. You could speak up. No one would stop you,â Seungcheol offered, earning a glare from you.Â
âWhy would I fucking do that? Whenever I contribute anything, you show up to either call me an idiot, or when I do try to get your attention actively, you fucking shrug me off. Do you know how that feels?â You asked, your voice trembling.Â
âFuck donât cry. Thatâs not fucking fair. I donât even remember the fact I shrugged you off. You canât attack me for something I donât even know about,â Seungcheol retaliated.Â
âFuck can you just acknowledge that you fucked up a little bit? Youâre making me feel so fucking stupid,â you choked out, and Seungcheol shrugged.Â
âI donât think Iâm making you feel that way. I think youâre making yourself feel that way,â Seungcheol offered, and you glared at him.
âFine, then, if Iâm so fucking stupid. Then, I should just let you be. Iâm going home. I donât want you to feel even more stupid with me around,â you snarled, slamming your wine glass down hard enough to startle Seungcheol but not hard enough to break the glass.Â
You stormed out of the room as Seungcheol helplessly followed after you. âWait, Y/N, fucking wait. Itâs late, please just stay until the morning, and Iâll drop you off; I canât drive you home yet, Iâve had too much to drink for it to be safe,â Seungcheol argued, and you scowled at him.Â
âI donât fucking need this. I can take a cab,â you said, grabbing your phone, and Seungcheol shook his head at you.Â
âNot a fucking chance, not so late, please; just let me sober up, and Iâll drive you back?â Seungcheol pleaded, and you gave in.
âIâm going to clean up,â you said, shoving past him and heading into the kitchen as you started to clean up the mess.Â
âLet me help,â Seungcheol offered, and you ignored him. âBabe, please, Iâm fucking sorry, just let me help you?â Seungcheol asked again, and you failed to notice how close he was standing next to you. You bumped into him, managing to drench yourself in red wine.Â
âFuck,â you hissed out as the tears threatened to spill over.
âGo, take a shower, Iâll clean up,â Seungcheol said, taking the glasses out of your hands, and you nodded as you silently walked back to the bedroom and stripped, putting your black dress in the laundry hamper and stepping into the shower.
You felt the tears stream down your face. As you washed up, you started to rationalise the fight in your mind. Maybe you had overreacted, or maybe Seungcheol just got caught up in the moment, hell youâve been guilty of that yourself when you meet your friends, so why should you hold him to a different standard?
You stepped out of the shower, wrapped yourself in one of Seungcheolâs fluffy white towels, and headed out of the bathroom to find Seungcheol sitting looking forlorn on the edge of the bed.Â
âIâm fucking sorry,â Seungcheol mumbled, and you sighed as you leant against the wall.Â
âI may have overreacted a bit. I just wanted to feel loved, but I get it, time and place,â you said.Â
âI do love you, and tonight I acted like a fucking ass. I just wanted to impress my friends, and I did it at your expense. Can you forgive me?â Seungcheol asked.Â
âI can,â you said, holding out your hand to him, which he took and walked over until he was towering over you.
âHow can I make it up to you?â Seungcheol asked as he placed a soft kiss on your lips, which you gladly reciprocated.Â
âWell,â you started to say as you undid the towel, letting it drop to the floor, and Seungcheol smiled at you.Â
âYou want to make it up to me, Cheol?â Seungcheol nodded furiously. You reached down and placed your hand gently on the top of his head and moved his head so his face was at your cunt.Â
âShow me how sorry you are,â you said, guiding his head into your pussy. Seungcheol gently pushed your back into the wall. He lifted your leg and wrapped it around his shoulder. He started by placing soft kisses, gently kissing your cunt. He ran his tongue over your folds, moaning as he tasted your arousal.Â
âSo sweet,â Seungcheol praised and dove back in with more desperation. He moved his tongue to your clit, and flicked his tongue against it. You moaned in approval, and he continued his movements.Â
He suddenly pulled his mouth away from your core, lifted you, and walked over to your bed. He laid you down gently, and his mouth found your cunt again. Seungcheol positioned himself on his knees at the edge of the bed, his tongue now reaching your entrance. He pushed his tongue inside you, and you mewled at the feeling. He shoved his tongue further into your cunt, and his hand reached your clit.Â
He rubbed at the swollen nub, and you soon found yourself cumming on his tongue. Your hips bucked against his face as you rode out your orgasm. As soon as you got down from your high, Seungcheol shoved two fingers into your pussy making you squeal at the oversensitivity.Â
He pushed his fingers deep inside of you until he reached a rough patch of skin, and you squealed. He smirked, and he started moving his wrist up and down, making his fingers repeatedly hit the spot inside you. It had you seeing stars.Â
Your second orgasm hit you harder as you felt yourself squirt for him. You were clawing at the bedsheet for support; the way he made your body feel was incredible. He latched his full lips around your swollen clit as he furiously pumped his fingers inside you, and a few short licks and you fell apart again.Â
You whimpered into the bedsheet, which was now soaking wet, and you reached your hands out for him. He smirked, and he pushed you back further onto the bed as he stripped himself. Seungcheol then climbed over and on top of you. He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist. His hard cock was resting against your aching cunt. Just seeing his length made you delirious.Â
He was so thick the first time you had sex with him, you couldnât even comprehend his thickness. He made you feel so full and had indeed ruined you for other men. His length was perfect, it was able to go deep inside you, and the thickness another word allowed you to feel so good. He filled you up. You bucked your hips against him, rubbing your wet folds against his cock, and he hissed at that. He pushed himself into you, and you moaned at the stretch.Â
His hands moved to unwrap your legs and positioned them around his neck. The new position allowed him to go deeper, and he pushed deep into your cunt. His thrusts were paced perfectly. Slow enough to make you feel every inch of his cock, and fast enough to make you moan.Â
âHarder, Cheol,â you whimpered, and Seungcheol smirked. He pulled out of you and flipped you over onto your hands and knees. He realigned himself and pushed into you.
You and Seungcheol always played rough and pushed each other beyond your limits. Your pussy was making obscene noises as you had cummed so hard. He picked up his pace, knowing he would not last much longer, and his grip went to your throat. You somehow found the ability to tap his hand, letting him know to choke you harder. You liked it, and so did he.Â
His grip around you tightened. He pushed into you, and you fell apart again. This time, you screamed into the pillow, and Seungcheol released not too long after you. He flipped you back over, laying you down on your back. He moved down again to your pussy, and licked and sucked. He moaned, tasting your release and his.Â
He always did this; he wanted to lick your pussy after cumming inside you. You didnât complain. A few more licks and one final suck to your entrance, and you came once again. He placed the last kiss on your cunt and pulled you into his arms.Â
âIâm still so fucking sorry,â Seungcheol apologised, and you rolled over to place your head on his chest.Â
âItâs okay, just donât do it again?â You said, and Seungcheol nodded, pulling you into a soft kiss as he held you until you fell asleep in his arms. The feeling of safety was still there, but why did it feel like there was a slight tear in the safety net that was your love?
You shook it off, thinking it was expected. Couples fought.Â
You two would be fine.Â
âMorning gorgeous,â Seungcheol mumbled the following day as he wrapped his arms around your waist while you made tea.Â
âHi,â you replied, turning around to face him as he pulled you into a soft kiss.Â
âI want to talk to you about something,â Seungcheol said, and you looked at him nervously.Â
âChill, itâs not a bad thing. Well it is, but it doesnât affect us,â Seungcheol explained as he guided you into the living room and onto the sofa.Â
âYoona, she was my first love, my first everything. Well, not everything, but she sure felt like it. I thought she and I would be together for the rest of our lives. I proposed, and she said yes, and somewhere along the road, everything went wrong. I found out she cheated several times while we were engaged,â Seungcheol explained as you held your breath.Â
âSo, whenever she is mentioned, I get agitated because she ruined me and made me cynical until I met you. You make me happy, happier than Iâve been in a very long time,â Seungcheol explained, and you sighed, feeling terrible for him.Â
âI want to continue making you happy for a long time, Seungcheol. I wonât ever hurt you like her,â you promised, making him smile at you.Â
âI love you, and Iâm sorry for last night. Look, thereâs a cocktail party at the university next Friday evening. Iâd like you there and want to show you off to everyone. I want to show off my girl,â Seungcheol said proudly.Â
âIâd like that,â you said, placing your lips on his plush ones.Â
You, too, would be fine. It was a slip-up, not a crack in the safety netâjust a slip.Â
âGood god, I was starting to think that Seungcheol had kidnapped you or something,â Mia joked, making you laugh nervously as she entered your apartment and hugged you tightly.Â
âWhy would you think that?â You asked, genuinely concerned about why your best friend had such a vivid imagination.Â
âWell, youâve only spoken to me a few times within the four months that you and Seungcheol have been dating, and I say this with as much honesty as I can. Donât become one of those girls that ditches all her friends once she finds a guy,â Mia joked, but you knew there was some weight to her words.Â
âMia, that was in university, and it happened once. Iâm not the same person anymore,â you defended, and Mia nodded.Â
âSo why did you want me to come over, girlsâ night, or trouble in paradise?â Mia asked, and how you chewed your bottom lip nervously was enough of a tell for Mia to sigh and understand.Â
âWhy donât you sit? Iâll grab the wine, and Iâll explain everything,â you explained another word, and Mia nodded as she kicked off her shoes and got comfortable on your couch.Â
You handed her a glass of cabernet and held another glass for yourself as you sat down on the sofa and started telling her about every detail for the last four months. It was going well until you finished recalling the details of last nightâs fight.Â
âWait, he did fucking what, and you fucking forgave him? Why because he made you cum?â Mia accused, and you cringed. You had just finished recounting the entire story of the dinner with Seungcheol.Â
âHe made a mistake,â you mumbled, and Mia scoffed. âA mistake is forgetting to order dessert, not ignoring your girlfriend, or treating her like sheâs a bumbling idiot!â Mia fired back, making you sink into your seat.Â
âSorry, you need to talk to him about this. Sex is not an apology, and why did you forgive him? Did he just gaslight you into forgiving him? Is that what happened? Did he say that youâre being crazy or shit like that?â Mia interrogated, and you kept shrinking in your seat.Â
âMia, shut up. Stop using such extreme words for him,â you whimpered. You didnât like how loud her voice had gotten, and she sighed.Â
âHe used sex as an apology. Y/N, do you not know how big of a red flag that is? And the fact that you gave in makes it even worse because youâve now set the precedent that he can pull this sort of shit with you, and youâll forgive him if he makes you cum hard enough!â Mia rattled off, and you wanted to smack her if it meant shutting her up. Instead of being rational, you decided to defend your boyfriend, even if it meant doing it at the expense of hurting your best friend.Â
âMia fuck you. You were in a relationship with, what was that guyâs name, you remember, the one who cheated on you for four months straight, and you kept taking him back. Youâre going to lecture me about being spineless in my relationship when you let a guy walk all over you for four months straight because you were so fucking desperate!â You snarled and regretted the minute the words left your lips because you saw how hurt overtook Miaâs face and how her lower lips trembled.Â
âI havenât seen this side of you in a while. You were like this in university, where once you fell for a guy, you became blind to his every flaw and then lashed out at anyone who tried to tell you otherwise. You know what, Y/N, you know where I live. Find me when you decide to take off your rose-coloured glasses. I canât bear the sight of you right now,â Mia said, placing the wine glass down on your coffee table and storming out of your house.Â
You felt awful, but Mia was wrong to assume that Seungcheol would use sex as an apology instead of actually apologising instead. You shook your head and sighed, finishing your glass of wine. You would reach out to Mia eventually.
âFucking hell, you look beautiful, my love. I might just be the luckiest man alive,â Seungcheol praised as you stepped out of your bedroom.Â
You wore a red evening gown that exposed enough of your chest to be enticing but also respectable for a formal event at a university. You topped off your look with makeup that brought out your best features and slipped on red strappy heels.Â
âShall we?â Seungcheol asked.You looked up at him. He was wearing a black suit, and you honestly wanted to skip the university party and have him take you right here. Now, as if he could read your thoughts, Seungcheol laughed.Â
âDonât worry, you can rip this suit off me after tonight,â Seungcheol said, making you laugh too as you took his hand and headed to the party.Â
âY/N! So lovely to see you again,â Jeonghan greeted when you and Seungcheol entered the venue.Â
âWhat about me?â Seungcheol joked childishly, making Jeonghan roll his eyes.
âNeedy, isnât he?â Jeonghan teased, and you laughed.
âBut you love me,â Seungcheol said, and you smiled
âI do,â you said, making him smile backbefore he looked up, and he suddenly froze as his eyes fixated on a figure across the room.Â
âCheol?â You asked, noticing how Jeonghan also looked tense as both men intently stared at the figure, now making her way across the room to greet them.Â
âJeonghan, my favourite law professor, you know my students miss you dearly!â The lady joked.Â
âYoona,â Jeonghan acknowledged, and you, like Seungcheol, felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the room.Â
This was Yoona?Â
This was the woman that broke Seungcheolâs heart? This woman, who Seungcheol failed to explain, worked alongside him. She was a colleague of his. He saw her every day at work, and nowhere during the four months did he think to mention that he still worked alongside his ex-fiancĂŠ.Â
You also felt Seungcheol let go of your hand, and you could have sworn he inched away from you.Â
âSeungcheol, itâs so lovely to see you, and who might this be?â Yoona asked as her gaze turned to you, making you gulp and then pale in horror as Seungcheol could not answer for a second.Â
âSheâs a friend,â Seungcheol mumbled, and you saw Jeonghan shake his head slightly, and you sighed at him, holding your hand to out to Yoona
âPleasure to meet you. How do you know Seungcheol?â You asked, feigning innocence, and you heard Seungcheol fail to bite back a hiss.Â
âIâm a colleague of his, and oh, I guess we have some history, actually pun intended on that.I teach art history here. Are you a prospective student?â Yoona asked, and you stared at her and looked back to see Seungcheol âs poker face staring back at you.Â
âNo, Iâm not a student. Iâm amazed that youâd think that,â you replied, unable to keep the slight bite use a different word your tone had to it.Â
âWell, what do you?â Yoona asked, and you were about to answer when Yoona beat you to the punch.
âWell, you must be a fellow academic. Our Cheol here has a type,â Yoona said as she shot you a wink and waltzed away from the conversation, leaving you a mess and Seungcheol angry.Â
âOkay, Iâm going to leave you two to it,â Jeonghan said as he rushed off too. You started to feel the room close in on you and you just wanted to leave.
âWould you excuse me? I need to make a phone call,â you said hastily as you ripped your arm out of Seungcheolâs hold and nearly ran out of the ballroom and outside to a quieter area of the venue until you found a secluded bench to sit on as you gathered your thoughts.Â
âI thought Iâd find you here,â you turned around to see Seungcheol standing, staring at you withhis hands in his pockets and looking at you with an emotion you couldnât decipher. Was it guilt or annoyance?Â
âThatâs Yoona?â You asked, and Seungcheol simply stared at you.Â
âThe Yoona?â You repeated, and Seungcheol sighed, nodding as he walked over to stand across from you. You could not look at him.Â
âWhat?â Seungcheol asked, and you let out a dry laugh at his ability to be so damn obtuse.Â
âThis is the woman who broke your fucking heart. You work alongside her, and you never once thought to, oh, I donât know, mention that she is not only your ex but your fucking colleague?â You snarled another word, and Seungcheol sighed.Â
âGrow up, adultshave to- what?â Seungcheol paused mid-speech when he saw you glaring at him.Â
âDo not fucking patronise me. This is not an age issue. Your ex,who at the mention of her name, you become a frigid bastard.You failed to mention that you work with her!â You repeated, raising your voice.Â
âWhat do you fucking expect me to do to? Run away? We met here, fuck, Iâm a grown man. I canât run from my problems!â Seungcheol shouted back, and you sighed.Â
âYou donât get it do you?â You choked out.Â
âNo, because youâre acting like a fucking child, and I am not one. I need to deal with every situation, no matter how unpleasant it is!â Seungcheol spat.Â
âFuck, shut the fuck up about being more mature because youâre not, not even for a fucking second. How the fuck do you expect to have a future with me when your past is there in front of your eyes every fucking day, and the worst part is that you never told me. You act as if I gave you this new lease on love, but now I donât know if thatâs something you can sustain because the woman who broke your heart is your colleague. What if one day she wants to try again? How do I know that I know that you wonât go running?â You rambled, letting a tear slide down your face.Â
âYouâre being selfish and so fucking unfair,â Seungcheol retorted.âDo you not think so?â Seungcheol asked rhetorically
.âFucking hell, I told you she cheated on me while I was fucking engaged. Do you think I have no dignity or some shit that Iâd go back running to the woman who ruined me?â Seungcheol yelled, and you shrank into yourself.Â
âCan you just do what I do, and fucking grow up and realise that in life you need to put up with people who you may not what anything to do with, but thatâs what being an adult is like?â Seungcheol continued to yell, each word piercing your heart.Â
âOh, then again, what would you fucking know about being an adult? You are a 25-year-old with no fucking direction in life. You have no stable job or anything stable. In contrast, all your friends are either settling down, and you fuck, you sit at home with no motivation to go out and find yourself some work,â Seungcheol yelled, using your biggest insecurity against you.
âYou have no fucking stability, and you act like a fucking child, so donât you dare lecture me on how to behave,â Seungcheol spat and then sighed deeply when he realised what he said.Â
âY/N-,â Seungcheol started to say, and you held your hand up to him.
âNo, fuck donât, Cheol, donât you fucking dare. You used my biggest insecurity against me. Who the fuck does that, huh?â You asked, and Seungcheol sighed, looking down.Â
âAs for stability, youâre right. I donât have a ton, but if there was something that I thought gave me some semblance of stability, I thought itâd be you.I thought that at least it would you, but you arenât my safety net anymore, are you?â You yelled, and Seungcheol looked down in shame.Â
âIâm sorry. I told you seeing her makes me turn into something else!â Seungcheol weakly defended, and you glared at him.Â
âNo. Fuck you, you donât get to do this. What about being an adult, huh? Being an adult means not getting set off by every situation that doesnât favour you. Instead, itâs about finding ways to cope. Itâs about setting boundaries, so your past doesnât hurt you and hurt the people in your present,â you choked out the last word as Seungcheol took a step forward towards you.Â
âY/N,â Seungcheol started to say, and you ignored him.Â
âJust fucking go back to your party. Iâm going home. Iâll text you, but please leave me alone for tonight,â you said, pushing past Seungcheol.
âPlease let me know when you get home,â Seungcheol said weakly, and you rolled your eyes at him.Â
âI said I would, didnât I? Now, fucking move,â you spat, storming out of the garden and out of the venue as you waited for your Uber to arrive.Â
You had barely gotten home that night when you heard someone pounding on your front door. You groaned, knowing it was Seungcheol. You glared at the front door, hoping that if you ignored the incessant pounding, then heâd get the hint and heâd just leave, but Seungcheol was relentless. You knew that.Â
You sighed, walking to the front door and opening it to reveal your teary-eyed boyfriend.
âBaby, can I please explain?â Seungcheol asked, and you ignored him as you let him into your house, and he closed the front door behind him.Â
You started walking back into the house, Seungcheol trailing behind you. Once you were inside, you turned to him, and before you could say anything. Seungcheol dropped to his knees, hugging your waist, begging for forgiveness. You ran your hands through his hair.
âCheol, itâs okay.âÂ
Seungcheol carried you to the shower, where he helped you shower and clean. He helped you dry up and pulled you into his arms once you were both curled up on the bed.Â
Seungcheol âs fingers were gently ghosting your cunt. You felt him turn you to face him; he captured your lips in his full ones. His hand finding your core, rubbing your clit, he did this till you fell apart. He repeated that almost four times until he pushed himself inside you till he came.Â
You couldnât sleep that night. Only one question plagued your mind.Â
Since when did sex make up for an apology?Â
You woke up the following day sore and worn out. Not just from the fight last night that left you out and alone in the cold but also from Seungcheol fucking you into the mattress. You heard faint snores from him, and you took it as an opportunity to get some alone time. You wondered, did he think sex would make up for what had happened?Â
After showering and cleaning yourself up, you headed to the kitchen to make breakfast, subconsciously making breakfast for two. You were stirring the noodles waiting for the water to boil, when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist. You felt Seungcheol place kisses along your neck, and you melted into his embrace for a second until the events of last night came back to you.Â
âCheol, can you set the table up? Iâll get breakfast ready.â You said and you felt Seungcheol press a kiss to your cheek before running off to set the dining table. Once you made your way over with the contents of breakfast, you sat down and started to eat.Â
âBaby?â Seungcheolâs voice broke the silence, and you looked up to see him staring at you. His eyes were red, brimming with tears. You felt your heart clench.Â
âY/N, Iâm so sorry about last night,â Seungcheol started to apologise again; his voice was breaking as he tried to contain himself.
âWhich part, Seungcheol? The part where you failed to introduce me as your girlfriend, or the part where you threw my insecurities against me, or the part where you told me to grow the fuck up?â You fumed.
âAll of it, all of it,â Seungcheol said, standing up to kneel in front of you. âI fucked up so much, but,â Seungcheol started to say, and you interrupted him.Â
âIf you think that fucking me last night made it better, it didnât because now Iâm wondering if you think sex is the solution to all our problems,â you said.Â
âNever, I just, Iâm shit with words at times, and I knew that at least my actions could prove my love to you. Itâs a shit thing to do, but I didnât do it to distract you from last night,â Seungcheol replied.Â
âI want to talk about everything, but I want a breakdown of everything. First, why did you pull away from me when you saw Yoona? Were you embarrassed?â you asked, your voice breaking, and Seungcheol shook his head.Â
âOf course not,â Seungcheol replied swiftly, and you glared at him.
âBecause all I do wonder if when you call what we have love, you never call it what it is,â you admitted, and Seungcheol sighed as he stood up.Â
âCome on, letâs talk on the couch,â Seungcheol offered, and you stood up, taking Seungcheol âs hand as you walked over to your couch.Â
âI tell you, I love you,â Seungcheol said, and you nodded.
âYou do tell me that you love me, but the way you do it is like itâs a secret,â you mumbled, feeling a tear roll down your cheek.Â
âI get that Iâm younger, and Iâm not some fancy professor with a huge savings account, but the way you act at times, you act like you are ashamed of me. Fuck, for Yoona to say that you deviated from your type to date me. What does that mean? Am I some charity case, where youâll date a non-academic girl, and then later Iâll be a notch in your belt, a funny story to tell over Christmas, with your real wife, and everything?â You babbled as you broke into a sob, and you felt Seungcheol pull you into his arm as he hugged you tightly.
âYou think about a future with me?â Seungcheol asked, and you scoffed.Â
âIs that all you took from everything I just said?â You asked.
âNo, but it gave me hope. Look, Yoona brings out the worst in me, and you were right last night to tell me that as adults, we can let that jar us or act out because thatâs life, right? Meeting people and getting to know people you may not like is life, but Yoona, at one point, was my life. She was my future until she ruined it. Every time I see her, I lash out because Iâm brought back to the headspace that I was in when she cheated,â Seungcheol explained, pausing to take a breath.Â
âShe reminds me of every insecurity I had, she takes me back to a very dark headspace, and instead of working my way out of that, I lash out because fuck, Iâm scared that itâll happen again,â Seungcheol admitted looking down.Â
âYou think Iâd cheat on you?â You asked.
âNo, but youâre young, gorgeous, and still have so much ahead of you. I woudnât blame you if you found someone your age,â Seungcheol mumbled, making you scoff again.Â
âIâm with you, arenât I? Unless this is your plan? Pushing me so far that I no longer want to be with you? Is that what youâre trying to do?â You asked, and Seungcheol shook his head immediately.Â
âThen why the fuck is this constantly an issue?â You snapped, and Seungcheol winced slightly at your tone.Â
âI guess when I first started dating you, you were so different and, in a good way, a fresh breath of air, but everyone around me started joking that maybe you know it was just a fling because we are so opposite at times. However, as the months with you progressed, I know thatâs not it.I know I love you, and Iâm so fucking sorry that for so long I made you feel otherwise,âÂ
Seungcheol paused to take a breath. âI love you, and I am serious about this. I want to make this work, I do,â Seungcheol admitted another word.Â
âThen stop lashing out at me and talk to me. Stop running away from me, run to me instead,â you said softly, and Seungcheol smiled at you.Â
âI didnât mean what I said about you having no stability. It was so fucking shitty of me to use your insecurity against you. I just, fuck, thereâs no excuse, Iâm just fucking sorry,â Seungcheol apologised, his head hanging low.Â
âYeah, that stung. Look, how about we take a week, cool off, and I guess catch up in a week?â You offered, and Seungcheol agreed.Â
âHowâs this, Iâll plan a getaway for us, and Iâll cook us food too!â Seungcheol suggested, and you laughed.Â
âIâll follow a recipe to a tee and have Mingyu monitor me?â Seungcheol proposed making you grin at him.Â
âFine, but if I get sick from your food,â you started to say, and Seungcheol laughed.Â
âThen Iâll kiss it all better for you,â Seungcheol said lamely.Â
âIâll see you in a week, my love, and remind you why you fell in love with me,â Seungcheol promised as he placed a soft kiss on your lips, and you smiled as you watched him walk away.Â
You let out a breath you didnât realise that you were holding when he walked away. You nodded to yourself. You and Seungcheol would be fine, this was a slight tear in the safety net, but you two would be fine, you convinced yourself, for it was only a tiny tear.Â
âHey,â you mumbled, embarrassed, as Mia opened her front door the following evening.Â
âWhat, have you come here to tell me I deserve no love or something?â Mia spat, and you felt like you had been slapped, and looked down in shame. You deserved that much.Â
âMia, I fucked up. Can we talk, though?â You asked, holding the box of doughnuts in your hand, and she sighed, nodding as she let you in.Â
âSo, what, Iâm assuming the Mr. Perfectly Wrong fucked up again?â Mia mocked, and you sighed as you kicked off your shoes and sat on her couch.Â
âHe was engaged in the past, and she was like his dream girl,â you said, unable to stop the way your voice trembled at recalling Yoona and realising how she was the opposite of you. She was dignified, elegant, older, wiser, or whatever other negative thought you tortured yourself with.Â
âShe still works with him. They both teach at the university; he never told me, Mia. I had to find out because I met her at a university event,â you mumbled, unable to stop the tear that slid down your face.Â
Mia sighed as she sat down next to you, and you took it as a positive sign to launch into the story of the fight.Â
âOh, that mother fucker!â Mia swore, and you flinched at her expression.Â
âMia, he was hurt,â you mumbled, and she scoffed.Â
âHow many excuses do you want to give this piece of shit? I get that love is blind. I fucking do. You cruelly pointed it out to me, but let me tell you something, my love, heâs blinded you. Heâs no good for you. Heâs condescending, judgmental, rude, and worst of all you keep forgiving him when he gives you half-assed apologies!â Mia ranted, making you look down in shame.Â
âIs that who you want to fucking be with?â Mia asked. âA man who keeps you like a secret, aman who acts like youâre a kid, a man who talks down to you?â You sighed.
âMaybe itâs just a bad spell. Heâs not like this, ever,â you defended, and Mia groaned, rubbing her forehead.Â
âThis man, I donât care how good the sex is or how amazing the good moments are. The good moments arenât enough to mask that he is inherently flawed and has a complex. A complex that he will project onto you, and you will struggle to try to meet the ideal woman in his head. Still, youâll try all your life because that woman doesnât exist, and not to be unkind, but itâs because that woman will never exist for him. He doesnât know what he wants,â Mia explained, calming down as she sat down next to you.Â
âHe said he loved me,â you mumbled weakly, and Mia nodded.Â
âIâm not denying that he cares for you, but his ego comes before you, Y/N. You will bend over backward for this man, and you have, but see if he even bothers to put in an ounce of that same effort that you put into this relationship,â Mia continued , and you glared at her.Â
âYou know what? I didnât come here to be yelled at. I get enough of that from him!â You seethed, and Mia frowned at you.Â
âThere, right there, if you canât even figure out whatâs so fucked up about that sentence, then I donât know what even to tell you,â Mia said. Â
âWeâve hit a rough spot, but weâll be fine,â you shouted, almost as if you were convincing yourself more than Mia.Â
âYou know what, Iâll be here when this illusion is broken,â Mia mumbled, standing up, and you took that as your cue to leave.Â
You stormed out of Miaâs house and drove straight to Seungcheolâs.Â
âBaby?â Seungcheol asked when he opened the door and saw your downcast expression.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Seungcheol asked, and you shook your head at him.
âCan I stay here? I know weâre meant to meet at the end of the week, but I just need you,â you asked.
âOf course, my love, you know where everything is. I just have to grade one more paper. Then Iâll join you?â Seungcheol asked.Â
You were so worn out from the week's dramatics that you quickly showered, changed into one of Seungcheol âs shirts, and headed to bed. You curled up in Seungcheol âs bed. You smiled when you felt him join you later that night, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
Protecting you, never letting you go, he was your safe space.Â
You woke up the following morning to something stroking your thighs, and you opened your eyes to see Seungcheol âs head placed between your legs. He was kissing your inner thighs, slowly making his way to your cunt.Â
You moaned as you spread your legs, placing them onto his shoulders. Seungcheol âs luscious lips wrapped around your clit.
As he sucked, his pressure was perfect. He pushed in two fingers and thrust them in your cunt, as he sucked on your clit. He licked and fingered until you came around his fingers. Occasionally, he would run his tongue up and down your wet folds but always go back to your cunt.Â
âMorning, princess,â Seungcheol greeted as he hovered over your body and captured your lips in a sweet kiss. It felt like the first time you slept with him.Â
Passionate yet soft, you felt loved, and that was not something you felt in his embrace for a while.Â
âMorning, handsome,â you mumbled sleepily as Seungcheol pulled you on top of him. You felt his cock hard and waiting. You moved and sat up and slowly sank on his length.Â
âFuck!â You let out a groan of pleasure. He felt so good inside you. You lifted your legs and started moving your hips, riding him. You felt his grip tighten on your thighs as he helped you ride him.Â
You wanted to see him fall apart underneath you. You trailed your hands to his fingers, and your nails grazed his nipples, making him buck into you. You moaned as his hips pushed his cock deeper inside you. You kept riding him until you felt him still and released inside you. You sighed, feeling his warmth fill up your cunt. You hadnât cum yet, and Seungcheol knew that.Â
âPrincess, over here,â Seungcheol motioned to your mouth, and you moved, legs shaking as you sat on his waiting tongue. Seungcheol, as always, licked you clean of his cum.Â
You both were still in bed in the afternoon, simply embracing and kissing each other, when Seungcheol spoke, breaking the silence.Â
âSo, do you want to make the trip a little earlier?â Seungcheol asked, and you looked at him, smiling.Â
âCan you take leave on such short notice?â You asked.Â
âBaby, itâs reading week for the students, so yes, I donât need to worry about them for now. I want to focus on us.â
~~A Trip Upstate~~
âGot everything?â You asked Seungcheol for the fifth time. You had to stop yourself from laughing as your boyfriend kept going back and forth between his apartment and his car, forgetting something with each trip.Â
âWait, oh, for the fucking love of god. I forgot the car keys,â Seungcheol groaned as he ran back into the house, and you laughed at him some more. You were still laughing when he came back.Â
âHi,â Seungcheol said sweetly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, capturing you in a warm hug.Â
âI like seeing you like this, happy and laughing,â Seungcheol said, making you smile at him.Â
âWell, you make me laugh and happy,â you admitted, placing your chin on his chest and looking up at him.Â
âIâve been fucking that up a lot, but I promise you, this time I wonât fuck up. I love you, and I need to get back to showing you that itâs not an empty promise,â Seungcheol spoke, and you reached up to pull him into a soft kiss.Â
âI love you, and thank you,â you mumbled against his lips.Â
âShall we, my love? Thereâs a nice cabin I want to take you to upstate, and it has our names written on it,â Seungcheol said , and you nodded as he helped you into the car.Â
The drive up to the cabin was filled with jokes, laughter, and a few kisses here and there. It felt normal. Like you finally got your Seungcheol back, like all the fights could be forgotten because he was back to normal here. However, that hope ended the second you and Seungcheol started fighting over how to cook a dish.Â
âWhy are you so mean about this? Iâm helping you; you donât even know how to peel a fucking onion!â You snapped at Seungcheol, who was crushing the microwavable rice packet.Â
âI might not know how to peel a fucking onion, but at least Iâm not a 25-something that has no fucking direction in life!â Seungcheol spat back, making you exhale deeply.Â
âY/N,â Seungcheol started to say, and you glared at him.Â
âNo, Cheol, what the fuck, what the actual fuck? Youâve been using my insecurity against me twice now, and what-do you think each time you apologise, Iâll come back crawling? Or something? Iâm tired of this, and Iâm,â you took a deep breath to collect yourself.Â
You would not let Seungcheol see you fall apart, not when he was the reason behind the tears.Â
âWeâre done,â You stated calmly, glaring at Seungcheol, who didnât dare follow you as you walked away,.You grabbed your overnight bag and called an Uber, heading out of the cabin.Â
You werenât sure if you had properly ended the relationship between the two of you, but you were tired of constantly giving him the benefit of the doubt, and for him to only shatter it the second he felt remotely attacked.Â
1 Month Later: The Breaking PointÂ
âDonât you fucking dare,â you mumbled to Mia, who had picked you up from the floor of your house last night. You had called her on your way back home, and thankfully she didnât ask many questions, and just tried to help you.Â
Since you left Seungcheol, you didnât know where you two stood. He made no effort to contact you, so you just assumed that since you yelled. âWe are done,â at him, that you were.Â
Seungcheol took the hint and left you, but what pained you the most was that he could never run after you.Â
You craved his touch, his voice. You wanted him, but his lack of effort made you think he wanted nothing to do with you. Were you just a waste of time for him?Â
You thought that what you two had was a masterpiece, or what was that before he tore it all apart? Or was it you? Were you the one who tore it all to pieces?Â
All that to say, you had held yourself together, well, or at least you could put on a happy face. You just plastered on a fake smile and went on about your day. You put your efforts into your job out of spite.Â
You wanted to prove to Seungcheol that you werenât some bumbling idiot, but instead, you were a 25-year-old with things going for her. You wanted him to see you wanted him to be proud of you, but he wasnât here to see it. Maybe he never cared.Â
Your breaking point was this afternoon. You had just secured a huge contract, and just as you had signed on the dotted line, you wanted to share it with Seungcheol. You froze mid-text when you realised that he wouldnât care. He wouldnât care if you had done something remarkable because you two were done, so why should he care?
So, you started bawling at home and shakily dialed Miaâs number, and thatâs when she came to your rescue. She came to find you when you were at your lowest, and you felt guilt engulf you. You had defended Seungcheol to her, insulting her viciously, but she never batted an eyelid.Â
âYou know most people say thank you,â Mia joked, and you sighed.
âI am thankful, trust me, more than you know. I know you want to say I told you so, so go for it,â you snapped, and Mia shook her head as she helped you sit on the couch.Â
âHe lost the one real thing he had. Thatâs not on you. He never fought enough for you,â Mia explained as she pulled you into a gentle hug, which made you blubber and, thus, make you cry more.Â
âNothing, nothing from him, for a fucking month, Mia! Nothing. I thought he loved me and saw a future with me and all that bullshit, but he did not fucking bother, not once, to even be like, are you okay? Nothing, he just, fuck, wait, I think my phone is ringing in the bag. Can you help me grab it?â You asked, and Mia nodded, scrunching her nose at the private number.Â
âI swear if itâs that fucker calling through a random ass number to get to you, heâs going to get the living lights smacked out of him,â Mia threatened as she handed your phone to you.Â
âHello?â You answered.Â
âHello, Miss Y/N. We have been given your number as an emergency contact. Do you know Mr. Choi Seungcheol ?â
âIâm sorry. Who are you?â You asked, your voice trembling. What happened to Seungcheol?
âSorry, Iâm Nurse Lee. Iâm calling from the Seoul National Hospital. We have been given your number as an emergency, so we are calling to ask if you could come down and sign a few things for us?â You sighed in relief, but only slightly.Â
You got into your car, not caring if you got a fine for speeding. You reached the hospital and parked, running in your heels to the main lobby. You frantically explained that you got a call and were quickly ushered upstairs to the wards.Â
You heard laughing and opened the door to see your ex-boyfriend laughing with the doctor. His eyes widened as he saw, and just like that, his laughter faded. The doctor noticed your presence, and he waved you in.
âYou must be Y/N. Thank you for coming here. We just need to discharge him, and we need you to sign a few forms for him.â You nodded, still confused, âIâll be back in around thirty minutes. Iâll let you two catch up.â The doctor left the room and left you both alone.Â
âCheol?â You said softly.Â
Seungcheol wasnât looking at you. You walked to his bedside when you saw there was enough space. You sat down slowly and held his face in your hands. He reluctantly looked at you.Â
âWhat happened?â you asked. You let go of his face so he could talk.Â
âItâs not a big deal,â He said. You rolled your eyes.Â
âIt is, especially if youâre in the hospital.â You countered.Â
âDonât laugh.â He said, warning you. You nodded. âSo, long story short, I may have dropped a knife on my foot.â You looked at him, perplexed.
âHow?â âI was cooking, and it was going well. Then the knife slid off the counter and onto my foot. I didnât lose a toe, just a lot of blood. So yeah, by the time I got here, I passed out from blood loss, and I guess thatâs why they called you.â He blurted in one go, and you tried to stifle a laugh.
âSeriously?â He said, but you could hear the smile in his voice. His heart warmed at the sight of you smiling. It had been so long since he was the reason for your smile.Â
âIâm so sorry, but why were you trying to cook?â You asked.Â
Seungcheol âs laugh faded, and he paused. âI noticed a lot about me that Iâm not good at. Cooking is at the top. I felt as if I could attempt to conquer that maybe I can do more in life,â Seungcheol looked down at his hands covered in wires. You touched his thigh, making him look at you.Â
âYou are good at so much,â you countered, and Seungcheol shook his head.
âProfessionally, maybe, but my personality? No. Nothing great there,â Seungcheol said, resignation lacing his tone. You opened your mouth to say something, and Seungcheol spoke first. âIâm not saying this to guilt-trip you into taking me back. After you broke up with me, I started seeing someone,â your hand jerked away from his thigh, which confused Seungcheol until he saw the heartbreak on your face.Â
âNo, Y/N. I meant seeing a professional,â Seungcheol said, laughing.
âSorry,â you mumbled, unsure what you were apologising for. Â
âIf you think Iâm even close to being able to move on from you, youâre insane.âÂ
âCome on, let me drive you home?â You said, Seungcheol nodded.Â
âI appreciate it, thank you.âÂ
While driving, something occurred to you, and you had to ask. âCheol, um, how come I was your emergency number? Last I remembered, you said it was Jeonghan?â Seungcheol blushed and scratched his neck.Â
âUh, well, itâs embarrassing now, but I changed it three months into us dating,â his confession, making you almost drive through a red light.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âUgh, I sound so stupid because weâre not together, but I guess I wanted you to know I trust you. I know my actions during our relationship were deeply contradictory to that. I also knew that you would be the one for me.âÂ
âThe one? In three months?â You asked.Â
Seungcheol smiled fondly at you. âCan you pull over?âÂ
Seungcheol fished out his wallet, looked for something, and pulled out a small silver ring.Â
âSeungcheol, what the fuck?âÂ
âTrust me; itâs not a proposal. I donât think Iâll be that lucky. I just thought it was something I should get after three months. I wanted to give this to you, but then I hurt you so many times after, and each time, we tried to make it work, and I kept on fucking it up for us. It was a promise ring that Iâd never hurt you again, and I guess I failed.â Seungcheol admitted, and you noticed a tear fall down his face.Â
âWhy do you still have the promise ring?â You asked.Â
âWishful thinking, I guess?â Seungcheol replied.
âI miss you,â you mumbled, and Seungcheol heard you.
âWe can try again,â you offered weakly.Â
âNo, not yet. Let me learn. Let me be a better man for you. If I canât, then know you deserve so much more,â Seungcheol spoke, and you smiled softly at him.Â
You resumed driving. Upon reaching Seungcheol âs house, you pulled up and helped him out of the car and into his apartment. You laughed when you saw the floor covered in blood. It was not a normal reaction, but the backstory was quite amusing.Â
âHey, Cheol, why donât you lie down? Iâll clean this up for you?â You said.Â
âNo, I can manage,âÂ
You glared at him. âTrust me,itâs safer that I do this,â You laughed as you watched him hobble to his bedroom. Thank goodness he didnât live in a multi-story house.Â
After cleaning up, you found Seungcheol sitting in his bed, playing music and softly humming. You knocked on his door. Seungcheol smiled and waved you in.Â
âHi.â
âBloodâs gone,â you said, and he patted the space next to you, and you sat down on the bed next to him.Â
âThank you. Somehow, youâre always cleaning after my mess.âÂ
âSeungcheol, donât,â your voice firm.Â
âI cannot even begin to tell you how sorry I am. Fuck, come here,â he patted the space in front of him. You carefully moved and sat between his legs so as not to hurt his bandaged foot. Seungcheol pulled your hair to the side, kissing softly on the nape of your neck.Â
âJust please, donât break me apart again because I donât think Iâll recover anymore if you do,â you pleaded, and Seungcheol turned you around in his embrace so that you faced him.Â
âNever again, I promise,â Seungcheol promised. bullshit
âOkay, so where is your boyfriend?â Mia asked, venom dripping off every word, and you rolled your eyes at her.Â
âHe probably got caught up with work. Can you fucking let it go?â You asked, and Mia shrugged.Â
âIâm just saying, for a man walking on thin fucking ice, he better at least bother with his girlfriendâs birthday party,â Mia stated before walking out of the room to place balloons in another part of your apartment.Â
You sighed, knowing she was right, but Seungcheol was busy. Maybe heâd be late, but heâd show up. You kept telling yourself this until midnight when he never showed up, but you were several drinks in and had enough liquid courage to storm over to his place, which is precisely what you did.Â
You hailed a cab and made the drunken journey to his.Â
Your conscience was warning you. You paid no attention.Â
Yousure as hell ignored it for long enough. You could continue to do so.Â
You knocked on the door, and the door opened to reveal a shirtless Seungcheol in a pair of black sweats. You had lost all sense of rationality, and at this point, you didnât know what was right or wrong.Â
âY/N?â Seungcheol asked, confused, as would anyone. He couldnât help but take in your appearance, how your cleavage left little to the imagination, but he knew the reality was better, how your heels made your ass seem even rounder. Your face was beautiful as always, but your mascara had run slightly, and your nose was red.
âCan I come in?â You asked. He nodded quickly, letting you in and closing the door behind him.
Seungcheol slowly guided you to the sofa, and he sat down, waiting for you to sit beside him. Instead, you straddled him, your legs on either side of his hips.Â
âMy birthday. I got a crappy, âhappy birthdayâ text from you, and you donât show up to my party. What the fuck is wrong with you? This is not the attitude from someone who wants another chance,â you fumed, and Seungcheol stared at you sighing. He had no excuse, none whatsoever.Â
âY/N, Iââ You shut Seungcheol up with a kiss. You rolled your hips against his crotch, and you could feel that underneath his sweats, he was naked. No boxers. You could partially feel his cock against your lace-covered cunt.Â
âY/N, I, whatâs going on, fuck,â Seungcheol stopped speaking as you started sucking his neck, gently grazing your teeth against his neck andmaking him whimper for you. You felt his cock harden fully underneath you. You pulled away from his neck for a moment.Â
âCheol, at this moment, I need to forget that Iâm mad at you,â you admitted, and Seungcheol sighed before nodding as his grip on your thighs tightened.Â
âIâm not saying no; you donât need to apologise, and you donât need to leave, but we need to talk when weâre done,â Seungcheol added.Â
âI will.âÂ
âGood.â Cheol stood up from his position and carried you into the bedroom. And he noticed your makeup had smudged and brought you to the bathroom. He placed you on the counter, his lips immediately finding yours. Kissing you, his lips pulled and sucked on yours. You moaned, allowing him to slip his tongue inside your mouth.Â
Seungcheol deepened the kiss. His hands found the straps of your dress; he pushed them down. You hissed as your breasts met the cold air of the room. Seungcheol helped you out of the dress, leaving you in your soaked underwear. He groaned at the sight. His hands went to your legs, pushing the heels off your feet, his lips never leaving yours. He moved his hands to your underwear and pulled it off. He groaned when he saw how wet you were.Â
He pushed his sweats down and undressed; he stood erect and naked in front of you, and you took a moment to drink in his appearance. Seungcheol guided you into the shower, and you let out a moan, when you felt the warm water hit your skin. Soothing you, you felt Seungcheol turn you around and push your back against the wall. He placed kisses down your neck, his lips finding your breasts. He sucked and nibbled your nipple as his other hand massaged and squeezed and tugged the other breast. Cheol moved his body down yours as his lips found your cunt.Â
Seungcheol placed a soft kiss. He gently lifted a leg and wrapped it around his broad shoulders. He pushed two fingers inside of you, groaning at how wet you were, where he could practically taste your arousal. He angled his fingers inside you and started to finger you, and his lips found your core, as he ran his tongue against your folds.Â
He pulled your clit between his teeth, gently grazing the swollen bud. You whimpered. He replaced his teeth with his plush lips. Wrapping them around your clit and sucking as his fingers pounded into you. He kept his movements up until you came. You tightened against his fingers, and your clit throbbed in his mouth as he helped you ride out your orgasm.Â
Seungcheol gently unhooked your leg from his, and you sank to your knees. You pushed against his toned abs, and his back hit the shower wall. You wrapped your lips around his cock; he was thick. While your hands wrapped around the remainder of his length, you took him and started to suck him. He let out a low growl and a strangled whimper as you continued to suck him. You grazed your nails along his thighs and whimpered, bucking his length into your throat, making you gag slightly. You kept sucking until you felt him still and releasein your mouth.Â
You smirked as Seungcheol was panting. He pulled you two on your feet and into a sweet kiss. He cleaned the both of you up, his hands finding your face and washing the smudged mascara off your face. He guided you out of the shower and to his bed. You moaned as you felt the soft sheets against your naked body.Â
Seungcheol couldnât get enough of you. His eyes drank you in. His mouth was desperate to taste you again. He approached you, lifted your legs, and placed them on his shoulder. His mouth found your cunt again. He started by placing soft kisses against your cunt, knowing where to lick you.Â
He wasted no time. He dove straight in, his thick tongue flicking against your swollen clit. Your hands made their way into his hair. He pushed in three fingers this time. He lapped at your arousal while you whimpered in oversensitivity. It didnât take much after that for you to cum on his tongue.Â
Seungcheol rubbed his cock against your wet folds several times and then pushed in. You hissed as the stretch was quite intense after two orgasms, but he felt so good. You tugged on his hair, making him look up at you. You brushed your thigh against his hardened length, and he wasted no time.Â
âMoveâ, you whispered, and thatâs all it took for Seungcheol to lift your legs and place them on his shoulders, allowing him to hit deeper inside you. His thrusts were rough, and each time, he would withdraw only to push back harder and deeper.Â
He leaned down and captured your lips in his. You melted into the kiss while he pounded into your cunt. You were a mumbling and moaning mess underneath him. You felt yourself clench around this length, making him groan into the kiss. He pushed a few more times until you fell apart on his cock.Â
He pulled out of you gently and laid down beside you.Â
You woke up a few hours later, not realising you had fallen asleep.Â
You woke up to at least thirty texts and missed calls from Mia, and you sighed, stepping out of Seungcheolâs bedroom to call her. You quickly told her what happened last night, and Mia could only relay her disappointment.Â
âDo you not see how far gone you are, Y/N; youâre making excuses for him. People like him donât do this just once.âÂ
âHe was busy and couldnât make it,â you explained, and Mia scoffed.Â
âY/N, Iâm telling you as someone who has been through something like this. He will leave you broken.â You scoffed, and your following words were nothing but pure venom.Â
âMia, you had a relatively hot boyfriend, and he dumped your ass. So I guess youâre not too different to me since the only thing youâre good for is looking the way you do. You couldnât keep him either..â You kept your voice stern and firm.Â
Mia groaned. âI wonât ever say I told you so, but when the inevitable happens, you know where to find me. Iâll listen because I know you wonât.â With that, Mia hung up.Â
You sank to the floor. Â
How did a loving relationship with your boyfriend leave you so drained and lashing out at others to defend him? What went wrong?
âHey, did I interrupt something?â Seungcheol asked, startling you, and you stood up, shaking your head. You didnât want to get into it with him right now.Â
âHere,â Seungcheol said, handing you a coffee mug, and you nodded, taking it.Â
âYouâre right. My actions last night werenât of a boyfriend trying hard to prove that heâs worthy of being with you,â Seungcheol explained, and you rolled your eyes.Â
âIâm tired of hearing you apologise. I need you to show me that youâre fucking sorry,â you said .Â
âWhat about a date tomorrow? Thereâs a gala at my university. Donât worry, it wonât be like last time, I promise,â Seungcheol begged, and you sighed, nodding.Â
You werenât exactly sure what made you want to give him a second chance, but maybe because you loved him or the idea of him, you werenât entirely sure which one. You just knew that regardless of what the situation was with you two. With him, it still felt like home somehow.Â
DIVDER:
You and Seungcheol walked hand in hand to his gala; this time, he wasnât distant, curt, or moody. He was jovial, greeted everyone, and introduced you until Yoona entered the picture.Â
Seungcheol wasnât flirting, but he sure as hell didnât bother to hide how happy and excited he was to see his ex, considering he spent nearly 45 minutes talking to her. You stormed out of the venue and waited by his car until he noticed.. oblivious to your anger.Â
âWaiting long?â Seungcheol asked, and you scoffed.
âIâm amazed you remembered I existed. You seemed to be taken by Yoona. I thought I was a distant memory,â you mocked, earning a glare from Seungcheol.Â
âLetâs just go home, yeah?â Seungcheol asked, and you nodded, following him into his car.This time, he didnât help you in.âWhen the fuck did I give you a reason to think Iâd cheat? How many times do I need to fucking tell you that Yoona and I are done?â Seungcheol bellowed suddenly, and you sighed.Â
âThatâs not the fucking point!â You yelled back, and Seungcheol sighed, loosening his tie. Â
âThe point is that you always gloss over our problems, you always act like Iâm a child or something, and you never tell me the truth. When I get mad, you act like Iâm insane even to be upset. Do you know how that fucking feels?â You yelled, and Seungcheol glared at you.
âNot my fucking problem thatyou donât understand how the fuck relationships work, or maybe youâre too fucking immature to make one work,â Seungcheol hissed as his grip on the steering wheel only got tighter.Â
âThis is so fucking rich coming from you considering the fucking fact your ex dumped you, and yet youâre so obsessed with her that you didnât care that she cheated on you. Instead of spending the night with me, someone who loves you, you cosied up to someone who walked all over you!â You yelled.Â
âY/N, get out of the car before I make you!â Seungcheol yelled, making you whimper at his tone and words.Â
âSeungcheol, please, Iâm so sorry,â you were begging, but Seungcheol ignored you. He leaned over and opened the car door. You looked at him; his eyes were trained on the road ahead.Â
âSeungcheol, please donât do this,â you begged. You knew you couldnât change his mind, but you were scared. He didnât seem to care. You reluctantly exited the car, gently closing the door behind you. Seungcheol wasted no time, and he sped away, drove off, and left you alone in the dark.Â
You were freezing, and your outfit did nothing to counter the cold. You let out a sob, your feet in absolute agony from the heels, and your mind an emotional mess. You pulled your phone out of your purse to call someone. You called Seungcheol, no response. You sighed more. Seeing as he would ignore you the entire night, you called the last person you could think of.
âY/N? What? Itâs two in the morning. What do you want?â Miaâs voice was hoarse and laced with sleep. You tried to reply but couldnât help the whimper that escaped your throat.Â
âHey, whatâs wrong?â Mia asked, her voice now concerned.Â
âI donât know where I am, and itâs dark and cold. Iâm so sorry for disturbing you. I shouldnât haveââÂ
âY/N, stop, pin me your location. Iâm coming to get you,â You sobbed out a thank you and sent her your location.Â
Around twenty minutes later, you saw a car enter the empty street, and it screeched to a halt suddenly. Mia stepped out with a coat and ran towards you. She wrapped the coat around your body. She didnât ask questions; she just guided you to heris car.Â
âLetâs get you home,â Mia said. She was fuming, but she was scared that if she yelled at you nowâwhich she surely would, sheâd break you into two.Â
âDo you want me to come in?â Mia asked as she pulled up outside your apartment, and you shook your head.Â
âI just need time alone, but thank you, Mia,â you said, who nodded as she watched you leave the car before waving to you and driving off.Â
âBaby! Youâre safe!â You turned around to see Seungcheol running after you, and you sighed as you walked into your apartment. Seungcheol followed you, and this scene was one you knew all too well.
âYou threw me out of the car!â You yelled the minute you were inside the apartment.Â
âI was scaredIâd say something worse if you stayed. I was trying to mitigate further damage.âÂ
You rolled your eyes at him.âYouâre a fucking moron.â
âI am, but I came back, Iââ you interrupted him.Â
âFor what? To apologise?â You asked, and you hated that hope still coated your words.Â
âNo, because I canât do this anymore. I canât, youâre acting so fucking immature, but weâre not good for each other. I need someone who gets me. I canât coddle you every five seconds because you got your fucking feelings hurt,â Seungcheol said, finality lacing his words.Â
âSo, if we were closer in age, we would have worked?â You asked, and Seungcheol sighed, nodding.Â
âIâll send someone for my things, and Iâll mail your things back to you by the end of the week,â Seungcheol mumbled as he walked out of your apartment.Â
He left as quickly as he came into your life. Youâd experienced heartbreak before, but nothing like this. You wanted to die. You tried to stop feeling because the pain manifested into physical pain as you felt your entire body go numb and limp. You couldnât handle it, and you felt all too much all at once.Â
The Reeling
It had been two weeks since Seungcheol broke up with you and after he returned your things to youin a box with no goodbye letter and nothing to give you any semblance of closure, you impulsively booked a train ticket to see your folks Â
If Seungcheol didnât want to coddle you, you tried to find comfort in the two people you knew would.Â
âY/N?â She was confused by how upset you were. Your mother practically yelled when she saw you at the front door, and you burst into tears the minute she saw you and hugged her.Â
âI missed you,â you cried into her arms while she was happy to see you.Â
âCome in. Why donât you go to your room freshen up?â You nodded.
âHi, stranger.â You said, scaring your father, who was too engrossed in a crossword puzzle.
âY/N!â He yelled, standing up to hug you.Â
âOh, whoâs ass do I need to kick for you crying?â You shook your head.Â
âNo one, I just missed you guys,â you lied, and your parents nodded knowingly.Â
âFreshen up, honey. Weâll be right here with food and a drink?â You nodded at your mother and headed to shower
âSeungcheol,â You answered your phone that was ringing. You had just gotten out of the shower and were drying your hair.Â
âUh, hi. Sorry, I wanted to pick up my hoodie. I left it at yours, but you werenât there, and I just wanted to check when youâd be back so I could get it?â Seungcheol asked, so casually, so casually cruel.Â
At least he was honest. You knew nothing was left there anymore,
âIâm visiting my folks; Iâll send it to yours when Iâm back,â you said, keeping your tone neutral and devoid of emotions.Â
âCool. Thanks,â Seungcheol said, hanging up before you could get a word out.Â
You broke down again. He called you, only to break you all over again.Â
âSo, itâs a boy problem? Itâs got to be,â your father mused after dinner. You two and your mother were in the living room, sipping wine and catching up.Â
âI was a fucking idiot. I gave him a chance after chance,he walked all over me, and I let him because I loved him,â you whined to your parents, who smiled sympathetically at you.Â
âI would rather you didnât call yourself that. I didnât raise one.â You smiled at your dadâs attempt to be funny.Â
âWell, I was,â You sighed, sipping the wine. You decided youâd tell your parents everything aside from the ridiculous amounts of sex that led you up to this moment.Â
âWhy did you want to try so hard to keep him?â Your mother asked, and you shrugged.Â
âBecause I loved him, or so I thought I did, but love shouldnât hurt this much,â you mumbled. âYou know what? I was right when I believed that love is this huge thing that doesnât exist, and aside from you two, I donât see it anywhere.â You said, and your parents smiled softly,Â
âHoney, love isnât easy. It takes so much effort and time to get it right, and even then, you can screw it up.âÂ
âThen what, I screwed up?â You accused, and your mother shook her head.Â
âNo, you tried and broke yourself into two to become someone he wanted. That is the furthest thing from love. Itâll hurt, but one day, when your paths cross again, youâll be able to smile at him with no malice and thank him for putting you through hell because youâll know what you never want again,â your mother explained, pulling you into a tight hug as you sobbed.Â
âHe couldnât even be bothered to attend my birthday,â you mumbled, sniffling pathetically, and your father nodded.Â
âThatâs not a good sign, if Iâm being honest, isnât it meant to be fun, a birthday party?â Your father asked, and you could only shrug.Â
âGet your hair done or something,â your mum suggested the following week.Â
âWhy?â You asked, and your mother smiled at you.Â
âWell, isnât that what everyone does after a breakup? Get their hair done, and youâve been moping for a week. Go outside, go and see the colourful world out there,â your mother said, kissing your forehead.Â
You laughed but decided to take up your motherâs advice, and soon enough, you found yourself in a hair salon.Â
âSo, how do you want your hair done?â The stylist asked as he started to towel dry your hair.Â
âIâm not entirely sure, but something that screams Iâm doing good and happy.â The stylist smiled.
âA few highlights and waves?â He suggested, and you grinned. You relaxed into the chair as the stylist worked on your hair.Â
You smiled at your appearance in the mirror. You felt fresh. You still felt pain, but the new hair did do wonders. Youâd never understand the logic, but it helped, only for a second, until a voice stopped you in the shopping mall.Â
âY/N?â Your blood ran cold, and youâd recognise that voice anywhere.Â
âYoona,â you muttered, turning around as you faced her.Â
âDid you change your hair? I like it. It looks lovely!â Yoona smiled.Â
âCan I help you, Yoona?â You asked, not having the energy to pretend to care.Â
âI heard you and Cheol broke up?â Yoona said, and you cringed at her use of his nickname.Â
âWhy, are you waiting to dig your claws into him?â You snapped, and Yoona shook her head.Â
âLook, I have no defense for what I did to him, but Iâll say this: There is an idea that Seungcheol has in his mind. Even if I didnât fit that mould, should I have cheated? No, but it wouldnât have mattered because I would never be enough for him, and neither were you. He has a version of a woman in his mind, which doesnât exist. You dodged a bullet, my Y/N,â Yoona narrated as she walked off, leaving you speechless.Â
It was on your walk that all the puzzle pieces fit together. Yoona wasnât wrongâgranted, an unreliable sourceâbut her words werenât exactly wrong. You bent over backward to appease Seungcheol, but nothing was enough, and if Yoona, his âideal girl,â failed to meet his idea, then what was his ideal?Â
A never-needy, ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflected on him? Was that all he ever needed: someone to make him look better?Â
You smiled, turning back to see Yoona walk into another shop. Maybe she was right; itâd take a while to reconcile and face the trauma of dating Choi Seungcheol, but you knew it wasnât you anymore. You could have been carved by the gods themselves, but unless that god were Seungcheol, you would never be enough for him, and somehow you were okay with that.Â
You just needed now to heal, mend old relationships, and find yourself again, but you were a soldier who came back from war half her weight. You needed to regain strength from this, heal, and become someone who had learned from this.Â
You could do it. Youâd get older and wiser, while his lovers would be the same, wide-eyed and keen until he tore them to shreds when he realised they werenât the one.Â
You could move on. Youâd be fine.Â
The Healing: 2 Years LaterÂ
You were fussing over your speech for the fifth time that day.Â
âGirl, itâs fine, youâve worked your ass off for this app. I canât believe you got SNU to sponsor this. Youâve grown up!â Mia said dramatically, making you laugh.Â
You two were okay again; it took a lot of healing, but you two were okay because you didnât hurt anymore.Â
You were at the launch of your newest app, a website for students and teachers to connect quickly.You wanted to pitch it to SNU, and they agreed.Â
You had finally finished your presentation when your eyes locked with his.Â
You flashed him a smile, and he returned one.It was like nothing you imagined at that moment. Nothing hurt anymore; he was a painful memory, but he was your past.Â
You would sometimes wonder if the love affair between the two of you maimed him the way it maimed you, but you also figured that you could live without getting that answer from him.Â
Youâd be okay. You werenât okay then, but you are okay now.Â
You were okay before you met him, and youâd be okay after him.Â
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FINDING LANDO ON RAYA | (l.norris)
summary: you are bored in your hotel room and find Lando Norris on Raya, what will happen if he texts you?
wordcount: 5.7k words
pairing: landonorris x fem!reader
warnings: smut, oral (f and m receiving), p in v
notes: seeing that video, did things to me, my first smut so please be gentle!! Comment your thoughts please also please pretend that you donât need to be a celebrity to see others
You were in Amsterdam for a work trip, discussing business with possible new clients. The client that was scheduled on your last day, canceled the meeting the night before, because of some emergency that came up, so you being bored in your hotel room during the early afternoon, you checked Raya. You downloaded the app with your friends back in London to see who comes up and check out celebrities that had a profile there. You werenât big on dating apps, you had Tinder but only to make fun of the jerks that were registered.
Nothing serious ever came out of the dates you had, Raya was your new hope. Maybe going on dates with celebrities would be better, maybe they wouldnât be such idiots, in the end, you could always talk to tabloids and tell them what an asshole he was. They knew that risk and they wouldnât just send dickpics out of the blue.
Going through the profiles you found some Instagram celebrities, but non caught your eye, you could clearly see the fuckboy in them.
You almost wanted to close the app, but saw a brown-haired boy named Lando Norris. You followed Formula One and watched as many races as you could, always keeping a close eye on the younger drivers, who just looked absolutely delicious. With Lando getting P2 in Silverstone and Hungary, you shifted your attention to him, stalking him on Instagram and finding him legs clenching sexy. You never wouldâve thought you would find him on such an app. He could just scroll on his Instagram followers, chose a random person, and hit her up, she would open her legs in seconds, not that you were any different.
You clicked through his pictures, a black and white one of him looking like the dessert he is, one of him partying, and one of him with his friends and pulling a weird face. The three pictures showed his personality perfectly. Sexy, outgoing, and funny. You analyzed the profile further, looking at his profession which said, Formula One driver, age twenty four, wasnât he twenty three? After a quick Google search, you checked that he was indeed twenty three years old. Lando Norris cheating his age, you saw what he was doing.
Visiting Amsterdam from London, just like you.
You didnât hesitate for a second but clicked straight on the heart, hoping that maybe he liked you as well and before you could blink, a page popped up, and the words: âYou and Lando like each other!â flew across your screen.
You couldnât believe it, he liked you as well. What? How?
What should you do now? Text him? Ignore it? You couldnât ignore him. Meeting Lando was a one in a million chance. You wondered what he was like in real life, was he as funny as he appeared in all of the videos? You tapped on his chat and thought about what you wanted to say. Something sweet? Something funny? Something flirty? Or did you text him something about Formula One? You were about to exit the app and text your best friend, but then you saw a bubble appear, indicating that he was typing.
/////////////////// Meanwhile at Landoâs //////////////////////
He sat in his hotel room watching something random on Netflix when his phone made a sound, a sound that he specifically set for Raya. He removed his eyes from his MacBook and took his phone in his hand, he recognized your name from earlier. He looked for some fun on Raya, wanting a quick fuck to forget the busy weeks he had. So when he scrolled through the profiles and found yours, he was kind of drooling. You looked stunning in the pictures you put up, one of you in a park, sitting on a blanket and enjoying the sun, the next one was you, sitting on some random stairs in front of a house you found in Notting Hill and the last one was one of you sitting in front of a cake, made for your birthday. A big pink twenty two was piped on the white frosting while you smiled at the cake. You were surprised by the whole day your friends had prepared for you. Due to you moving to London for your job, you had no one at first, because of your job you got to know a lot of people and some stuck with you, surprising you for your birthday.
You looked super hot in all of your photos, choosing them with a laugh with your friends, saying how many creeps were going to slide in your dms.
So when Lando read: âYou and Y/N like each other!â, he didnât waste a second of not answering you. He thought you were perfect, from London and in his age range and not ugly. Lando clicked on the private chat and typed in his usual message, every time he used this, not one girl said no.
Hey there! You look absolutely gorgeous
What are you up to babygirl?
You almost let out a scream. He was a flirt, a big one. What should you do? Text your best friend and ask for help or just handle this like a pro and see what the outcome is. You decided to go for the second, if he wanted to meet up, then it was because of you and your texting and not because of your best friend that basically wrote the text for you. So you replied to him, if he was flirty, you would be too.
Hiya Handsome
Not much, chilling in my hotel room
What about you?
You wanted to keep the conversation going, so you obviously wanted to know what he was up to. If someone would have told you weeks ago, that you would be texting with Lando Norris on your Amsterdam business trip, you would have laughed at the person. You dreaded this trip, of course, it was fun traveling at the cost of the company but it was also lonely. Maybe texting Lando wasnât that bad after all, he could be your company for the last day.
You didnât have to wait too long for a reply from him, after seconds he had read the message and the bubble appeared again. He was not only fast at driving then.
The same
Iâm bored as hell
What are you doing tonight?
Oh god. What now? That was practically him asking you if you were free later. Of course, you were but that was not him asking for a date where he would kiss you on the cheek good night. That was him asking for a quickie and you knew it. But would you still meet him? Obviously! Itâs not every day you get to meet one of your celebrity crushes.
Not much, had a client meeting but he canceled so now Iâm free
Thought about going out and seeing the city but am not sure, they said that rain is coming later
Why you asking?
You knew why he was asking, but you wanted to seem innocent. In your head you already started planning your outfit, you had a lot of serious outfits for work and barely anything nice to wear for a non formal meeting. But you were so happy you packed some lingerie, you had to because almost all of your normal non sexy underwear was in the laundry, which you forgot to put into the washing machine. Typical you.
Itâs my lucky day then
The clouds are already really dark, seems like you canât go out tonight :(
Wanna come to my hotel and maybe we could order some food? Iâm kinda craving some McDonaldâs
You seem lovely
And it happened. What are you gonna do now? In the end, he was still a stranger, someone you did not know. He could be fully different from what you saw and knew of him on the internet. Oh god, what if he had some weird kinks and was going to pee on you or something? You just hoped he was normal in and out of bed. And McDonald's? Isnât he an athlete that had to follow some strict diet? Did fastfood even fit in there? What were you going to answer to the âyou seem lovelyâ? That was probably something he texted every girl, so you chose to ignore it for now.
Thatâs a bummer
You could be a serial killer and kill me before I get the chance of saying goodbye to my loved ones, but McDonaldâs does sound nice
But does it fit into your strict diet, mister McLarenâs number one driver?
Were you actually going to meet him? You needed advice from your best friend. She knew what to do, you were sure, she always did. In the end, she was one of the humans that pressured you into downloading that app in the first place.
The serial killer existence is not giving me the kick as it used to, so donât worry, Iâm over it
I also donât have any more space for the corpse in my basement
McDonaldâs it is then
Someone did their googling, I see
Itâs the break, I can do what I want
Also, my trainer will not know about this, and what he doesnât know, he wonât get mad over
Are you still there?
Hello?
Babygirl
Where did you go
The serial killer text was only meant as a joke, I would never do something like that, it would ruin my career
You chuckled, did he really think you were scared by the obvious sarcastic text? Cute.
If you retired from the serial killer being, then fine
I watch you drive around in circles every weekend, donât get your hopes up, I didnât google you
And what if I already texted your trainer and told Jon about this? ;)
Are we impatient? Am I that special that you canât go a minute without me? Atta boy
You let out a sigh, itâs official now. You were going to meet up with Lando Norris. Then you could see how he really was and compare him to all the fan fictions youâve read. You really needed to sort out some outfit.
You cominâ? Thatâs sweet
So I got myself a fangirl? Just donât be a Max Verstappen lover, I want you to be on my side
And if you did text him, you will get punished later ;)
You are gorgeous, just wanted to make sure that I was the only one inviting you for dinner tonight
Oh god, hallelujah. Now you kinda wanted to text Jon and see what his punishment looks like. You could feel the heat and the pulsating between your legs already and you havenât even talked with him face to face yet. You needed to get there soon.
Sure, I always take a free meal, sent me your address? :)
Nah, I actually like George Russell but he didnât answer me on Instagram⌠:(
So youâll do it
Now I kind of want to text him and see what that means⌠maybe Iâll send him a picture of you biting into a burger later
And no, no competition for you
Ah btw, whatâs the dress code? I didnât pack much fancy clothing except for my work stuff. Are we thinking sweats? Or else Iâm gonna turn up in a work dress
The George Russell comment was made up, you never texted him but wanted to play a little with Lando. You didnât know how to put the dress question in a flirty comment, you werenât even sure if he was actually trying to get you into his bed. Maybe he was just looking for someone to accompany him for eating McDonaldâs.
Itâs the Hilton in Amsterdam, thereâs only one
Iâll send you someone to pick you up, donât worry
And thatâs sad, I canât get George to come here so quickly, guess Iâll be your only company tonight
Do it and you wonât be able to walk tomorrow
Please come in your sweats!! Thatâs the most comfortable for eating McDonaldâs and chilling, besides, I wonât look at them when theyâre laying on the floor, so put on whatever you feel comfortable in
Yep, that was not just an âIâm boredâ dinner. Alright. You could feel your panties getting slightly damped when you stood up and walked to your suitcase. Fishing out dark grey sweatpants and a white crop top. You needed to shower before you went there, get cleaned up, and shave. What color of lingerie would you put on? You had no idea, maybe you should ask him since heâs also not subtle about dropping hints about where this night would lead.
Thatâs nice, thank you!! What time will he be here?
Alright alright, sweats it is then, what color are we thinking for lingerie? I have some red, blue, yellow, burgundy and white
You were bold here, that wasnât normally your case of flirting but he was just as forward as you were, so why hold back? And you really needed help choosing the color. What if he didnât like yellow?
Heâll be at yours at 6:30 pm if traffic is alright
Baby, I wonât make it through dinner if I know what youâre wearing underneath
Youâre making things very hard for me already and I havenât even touched you yet
But I love the color blue, babygirl
Put on whatever you feel comfortable in
He was the sweetest even while flirting. And him sending you a driver? Was this the princess treating your father always talked about when you were younger? But you were sure he didnât have in mind what was coming for you after dinner if you would eat dinner before the sports session Lando had planned.
Iâll see what I can do then
See you later handsome ;)
You hoped into the shower, washing your skin twice with the summer like smelling shower gel. Peeling your skin to make it super soft as well as shaving every hair you saw. You knew that men shouldnât care if you had hairs on your body or not, but you felt better if you did. You were also happy, that you washed your hair yesterday evening so you did not have to worry about it now.
It was very difficult, to not touch yourself. The pressure that build up down there was almost unbearable, but you wanted to wait for Lando, it was his job now to make you feel good, you just hoped 6:30 pm would come soon.
When you got out of the shower you dried your body and tapped the screen of your phone, it was 4:48 pm. Enough time to get your makeup done and stress yourself. So before you did anything else, you applied some body cream to make your skin super silky.
Now sitting down in front of the hotel window with your travel mirror in hand, you started on your makeup. You didnât want to overdo it and ruin this night, but you also wanted to look like something. So you did a light makeup, only applying products that werenât heavy on your skin and looked almost natural.
The next time you took your phone in your hands to check the time it was 5:29 pm. Only an hour. You could do that. You decided to text your best friend the new details.
So you did just that, applying Parfum on your ankles, between your thighs, and even spritzed some behind your ear. You just hoped he would like your Parfum. Packing together some things you would possibly need for sleeping over. New underwear, makeup remover, your face cream, and your phone charger, you doubt he had two. You put on your sweats and the crop top over the blue lingerie, was that even the right thing? Meeting up with him just for a quickie? He wonât remember you by next week, did you really want to go through that? You would get attached to him and he is never going to text you.
The next time you tapped on your phone it was 6:24 pm, you spent the last twenty minutes wandering around in the hotel room trying to get rid of the butterflies you felt. It was exciting meeting up with someone when you knew you would have a good night, ending it with pleasure. So you gathered everything and made your way downstairs to the lobby, you waited there for a car to roll up to your hotel.
When a black Mercedes rolled up, you made your way outside and the driver got out of his car.
âAre you Miss Y/N Y/L/N? I am here to pick you up on Mister Norrisâ behalf.â
âThatâs me, thank you.â
You got into the car and waited for him to start driving, he wasnât very talkative which you were thankful for, the nerves were getting the best of you, and you werenât sure if you would even be able to talk a normal sentence without stuttering.
When you arrived at the hotel, the driver turned to you.
âI wish you both a good evening. His room is number 1283, the left elevator and then you need to press button twelve for the twelfth floor.â
âThank you so much for picking me up!â
With that, your door got opened and you looked at the person with a disturbed look, seeing that it was only a Portier you relaxed. You werenât used to this luxury. Thanking the guy that opened your door, you got out and went into the hotel to the left elevator, pressing floor twelve. The doors closed and you looked at yourself in the mirror one last time. This was really happening. Before you knew it, the doors opened and you stood on the twelfth floor, now you only needed to find room number 1283. You followed the signs that were everywhere on the walls and a minute later you stood in front of the door.
With a thumping heart, you knocked at the door waiting for Lando to open it.
He answered with a big smile and tousled hair, he was dressed in some black sweats and a black T-shirt, looking handsome as ever.
âHey, come in.â
âHi, thank you.â
You stepped in and Lando opened his arms for a hug. Hugging before fucking, alright. He loosened the hug and his eyes scanned your body.
âYou look absolutely gorgeous, Baby. Even better than on your pictures.â
âThank you, but you arenât that bad either, you look very handsome, I like your hair like this.â
âYeah?â
You nodded.
What now? The sexual tension was already unbearable, you wouldnât survive dinner. You both were practically eye fucking the other.
âLetâs sit down first?â
âSure!â
With that you went to the cream-colored couch, sitting on it and having the perfect view over Amsterdam.
âBut if you are a serial killer, do tell me. At least I want to say goodbye to my family.â
You had no idea what you were saying, you wanted to lighten up the situation but what should you do?
âNah donât worry, not anymore. And youâre here for work? I read youâre from London?â
âYes, had some meetings with clients. I moved there for my work, I love it there. And what about you? Why are you here? Shouldnât you be in some exotic place for holiday?â
âKinda, I visited Tomorrowland yesterday to see my friend Martin Garrix and tomorrow I have tire testing for Pirelli, so no holiday for me just yet.â
âAh thatâs fun, what are you doing for the holiday?â
âI rented a yacht for my friends and family, you should come!â
âOh, yeahâ, you blushed, âletâs see if I still want to see you after tonight, maybe you have a small dick.â you smirked. You wanted to get to the point of why you were here. The wet panty proofing it to you, dinner could wait, the wetness between your legs not.
He looked at you with an open mouth.
âMe and a small dick? Baby, you have no idea whatâs coming.â
With that, he put his hand on your thigh dangerously close to your core. You let out a shaky breath.
âThe thing is, I joked about not making it until dinner, but I really donât think I can resist you that long, knowing youâre probably wearing sexy lingerie under your sweats and crop top.â
You could see his eyes getting a shade darker than they were when you first saw him.
âWhy donât you find out for yourself?â, you wanted to sound sexy and just prayed to whatever lord, that it did.
And before you could think about it for another second, he took you and placed you in his lap, putting his hands on your waist. His lips looked absolutely delicious, you wanted to taste them, feel them on yours. As if Lando could hear your thoughts, he pressed his lips on yours, moving them, and slipped his tongue into your mouth searching for yours. You let out a quiet moan and nudged his tongue with yours. Your hands found their way into his hair, slightly pulling on the strands, hoping that that was something he was into.
Your lips creating the loudest sounds, every time they smacked together, taking deep breaths in between. Lando left your mouth and his kisses wandered slowly down your neck, leaving a trail of wetness behind (not only on your neck) and he slightly bit the skin of the side. Without you realizing it, you moved your hips against his, dryhumping him. Landoâs hands wandered under your crop top and slowly pulled the material up, to remove it, you held your arms up to make it easier for him. When the dark blue lace appeared, he let out a breath.
âFuck babe, youâre killing me. Even better than I imagined.â
You could just hum because he immediately attached his lips to your chest, sucking on the skin that was now freed. That felt so fucking good. Your hands went back into his hair, attaching themselves to the brown curls.
âLe-Let meâ, you pressed out, wanting to explore his neck as well. That was one thing you always found sexy, his thick neck, you wanted to touch and kiss it and now you finally could.
He let go of your chest and looked at you with big eyes, you pressed a kiss on his lips and did the same then he did minutes prior. Wandering down his neck and slightly sucking, you didnât want to leave a hickey but some sucking never hurt anyone. Satisfied with what you did, you let go of his skin and licked over the said area, feeling him shivering under you. You could also feel something hard under you, and if you were correct you wouldnât be disappointed. It felt the right way, thick and long enough but not too long.
With a quick heartbeat, you left his lap and slowly made your way in front of him, you wanted to see for yourself if you were correct. So you sank to your knees and looked up at him through your lashes, he groaned and his head fell backwards.
âFuck babygirl, you make it so hard for me, I could just burst right now.â
âI make things hard for you? Oh Lando, trust me, I know.â
With that, your hand slipped across his bulge, giving it a gentle squeeze. His eyes focused on you again, he could almost see how hungry you looked at his dick as if it would be your last meal.
âI want this off.â
You tucked at his sweats, impatient to finally get to his member you havenât met yet.
âImpatient are we?â, Lando acted all cocky now, but you both knew, that when you touched his dick with your delicate hands, he would turn into a puddle. With that, he lifted his hips and you were able to pull the sweats down, seeing him wearing no underwear.
âNo underwear?â, you asked with crooked eyebrows.
âFigured I didnât need them since you were going to remove them anyway.â
When his sweats was finally pulled lower to where his dick was, his member sprung towards you, he wasnât fully hard yet but you could work with that. You gave his sweats the last pull and they were pooling at his feet, you immediately got to work. Not wasting a second of not touching him, you grabbed his member, which laid heavy in your head, and let a thread of saliva fall onto his head, moving your hand up and down, spread the fluid evenly, feeling him hardening with every stroke you gave him.
âYouâre killing me. That feels so fucking nice.â
The praise made you smile. At least he felt satisfied, that was already good.
âPut it in your mouth babygirl.â
So you did just that, you opened your mouth and gave it a long lick, from the bottom, to the tip. Your lips closed around his head, circling it with your tongue. Looking up, he had an open mouth and his eyes looked satisfied, you wanted to do more, slowly taking his member down your throat. Lando let out a moan and reached into your hair with his hand, making a messy ponytail to hold on to.
When you reached your limit, you grabbed the rest of his dick with your hands, following the movements you did with your mouth.
âFuck baby, thatâs enough, or else Iâm going to cum down your throat, I want to taste you first.â
With an unsatisfied hum, you let go of his dick and pouted.
âLet me take you to the bed.â
You nodded and he pulled you back onto his lap, standing up as if you weight nothing and walking with you into the bedroom. The bedroom was nicely decorated and from the window, you could see a beautiful sunset, but that wasnât something you wanted to pay attention to. He sat you down on the soft bed and you shifted to the end of his bed, laying your head on his pillow. You inhaled the scent that came across your nostrils, fully smelling Lando. If you wouldnât be up to different things right now, you would turn around and never stop sniffing his pillow. Was that creepy? Probably.
âYou need to tell me, when I need to stop, yeah?â
You nodded, not being able to say anything, excited for what was about to happen. He laid on his chest between your legs, tugging your own sweats down. With a groan he let his head fall onto your thigh, seeing your lace panty made him weak in the knee, thank god he was laying down.
âDid you put Parfum on your legs? God baby, youâre so fucking sexy.â
âYou like it?â
âAre you kidding? Fuck yes.â
He placed kisses on your thighs, and with each kiss, he got closer to where you needed him the most.
âI can smell you from here baby.â
You propped up your legs and he removed your panty with a swift move. Seeing your glistening core, he almost drooled.
âYouâre so fucking wet and I didnât even touch you properly yet.â
âEver since you texted me, I was almost not able to resist touching myself.â
âFuck Baby.â
Before you could respond he licked with his flat tongue over your pussy, collecting most of the wetness that left your core already.
âYou taste so sweet, Angel.â
With a groan you placed your hands in his hair, pulling on the strands again.
He flicked your bud of nerves several times then went back to toy with your entrance. A moan escaped your mouth when he inserted his tongue inside of you and with his nose he nudged your clit.
âLan-â
âGo on, cum for me Y/N.â
Without a warning he inserted his pointer and middle finger into you and focused on your clit with his tongue, moving everything in a rhythm together.
âFuck Lando, Iâm gonn-â, and before you could finish that sentence, your back arched and the pleasure washed over you, leaving a pulsating feeling in your core. With one last lick, Lando got up and positioned himself over you, his face glistening with your juices.
When he pressed a kiss on your lips you could taste yourself and let out a groan.
âYour skin is so fucking soft Y/Nâ, Lando said while he caressed your sides.
âAre you ready to take me?â
You just nodded, not being able to say a word. He already made you feel so good and he wasnât even in you yet, you needed him, you needed him bad.
âI need you, Lan.â
âGood girl. Do you have a condom?â
âNo but Iâm on birth control, you donât have to use one, as long as youâre clean.â
âI sure am.â
His dick twitched at the thought of feeling you without a rubber, the skin on skin contact making him feral.
Taking his cock in his hand, and moved his tip through your folds, wetting his member. He looked you in the eye, silently asking you if you were ready. You nodded your head and pulled his head to yours to press a kiss on his lips, which he returned, sucking your lower lip into his mouth before pulling back and focusing on the cock in his hand. Slowly pushing his tip to your entrance, you closed your legs around his back and nudged him to push more into you. He slowly slid fully in you, as you gasped at the new sensation and felt full. He filled you up perfectly, it was like you were made for each other, stretching you in all the right places. He stood still and waited for your nod of approval to move. You clenched around his cock.
âFuck Y/N, do that one more time and I wonât be able to hold back.â
You giggled and nodded your head, indicating him that he could move. He pulled his dick out and forcefully pushed him back in. You both moaned at the sensation.
âI hope you know how good you feel, itâs amazing.â
Your eyes rolled in the back of your head at this compliment. You loved this dirty talk he did, complimenting you. He took his hand and started to play with your clit while still pounding in you. You could feel yourself getting dizzy, the new stimulation giving you the perfect pleasure.
âFuck Lando, youâre making me feel so full.â
He grunted at that statement. Speeding up with his movements, as well as rubbing and flicking your clit. Your moans getting higher with every thrust.
You could feel your release getting closer.
âLando, Iâm gonna cu-â
âBaby cum for me.â
With that you felt your inside snap and the orgasm taking over your body, your eyes rolling in the back of your head and your legs started shaking. While you were on your high, Lando went and left kisses on your neck, slightly sucking, leaving faint purple bruises behind.
When you came back down you focused on Lando, clenching around him, trying to get him to cum as well. Sinking your nails into his shoulders and leaving little crescent moons on his skin, they would probably still be seen tomorrow. He groaned and his head fell down on your shoulder, panting. You could feel him painting your insides white, you moaned at the feeling.
âFuck darling, you feel so good.â
He did some last thrusts to ride out his orgasm and then almost let all of his weight fall down on you. Your hands immediately went into his hair, stroking it while he still had his now softened dick inside of you. He lifted his head and pressed his lips on yours, moving them and creating smacking sounds.
Slowly pulling out, you could feel his and your mixed cum dribbling out of you, enjoying this sensation, Lando sat up and swiped his thumb over your labia, liking how it looked. He wiped his cum covered thumb on the white bed sheet.
âIâd love to stay here with you, but I need to pee. Itâs not very romantic but I donât even wanna know what happens if I donât.â
You sat up and Lando replied with a: âYes, please go, itâs important. I donât want you getting a bladder infection after having mind blowing sex.â
You scoffed and got up, âMind blowing?â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
You turned around looking into his face, you both were smiling brightly, still having that post sex glow, but also because you joked about the sex you just had. It was fantastic. You started walking towards the en-suite bathroom.
âYou were good Lando, but mind blowing? I donât know.â
âMy cum dribbling down your thigh is saying something else.â
You blushed and looked down at your thigh, seeing the white drips rolling from your core. You didnât know what to say to that and went to the toilet to do your thing. Returning just shortly after, you sat in the bed next to him.
âYou want to order some McDonaldâs and stay over?â
Part two
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ExHusband!Price x f!reader
You pull up to John's apartment building, a weird feeling of anxiety in your chest.
Your oldest is chattering excitedly in the backseat about spending the weekend with his daddy, while the youngest, still a bit groggy from just have woken up an hour ago, clutches her favorite stuffed animal.
âAlright, monkeys,â you say with forced cheerfulness as you turn off the engine. âTime to go see Daddy.â
Gabriel practically bursts out of his car seat with excitement. You unbuckle Linnie and hoist her onto your hip, grabbing the overnight bags with your free hand.
John opens the door before you can knock, a warm smile spreading across his face as he sees the kids.
âThereâs my boy," he grins, kneeling down to your oldestâs level to scoop him up in a bear hug.
Your youngest reaches for John immediately, smiling big around the binkie in her mouth. âAnd my girl.â
"Hey," you say softly, trying to muster a smile. John stands up, taking Linnie in one arm and holding Gabriel's hand in the other.
Itâs then that you notice itâa purplish-reddish mark peeking out from the collar of his shirt.
A hickey.
Your stomach drops, for whatever reason.
"Thanks for bringing them over," John says, his tone casual, as if everything is normal.
âDaddy lets us order pizza!" Gabriel grins, bouncing on his feet.
"Thatâs great," you reply, your voice sounding distant to your own ears.
You force yourself to focus on Gabriel and Linnie, planting a kiss on each of their heads. "You guys be good for Daddy, okay? Mommy will see you on Sunday."
As you turn to leave, John catches your arm gently. "Hey, are you alright?" he asks, trying to meet your eyes.
âIâm fine, and even if I wasnât, itâs not your job to check up on me.â You mumble, harsher than intended.
John seems to accept this, releasing your arm with soft sigh. "Drive safe," he says simply.
You barely make it to the car before the tears start to burn your eyes. The sight of that hickey, evidence of someone else in Johnâs lifeâŚ
You manage to buckle yourself in and start the engine, your vision blurred by tears.
As you drive away, the weight of your emotions overwhelms you. The road ahead is a hazy blur, and sobs wrack your body. The realization that John is moving on, that heâs finding happiness with someone else, feels like a fresh wound.
You pull over to the side of the road, unable to see through the flood of tears. Your hands grip the steering wheel tightly as you cry, letting out all the pain, frustration, and loneliness youâve been holding inside.
The thought of another woman touching John, of him caring for her the way he used to care for you, is almost too much to bear.
After what feels like an eternity, the sobs subside into quiet sniffles. You wipe your eyes, take a few deep breaths, and force yourself to focus.
The kids need you to be strong, thatâs what you tell yourself.
With a heavy heart, you pull back onto the road and drive homeâŚ
But not before sending a quick reply to that Tinder DM that you had been ignoring for the past three days.
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John closed the door after you left and set the baby to her feet to toddle around after her brother. He sighed, a lingering sense of guilt washing over him. He couldn't shake the image of the pain in your eyes when you noticed the hickey.
He thought youâd go off on him, get all pissed and possessive. He didnât think youâd give him the cold shoulder.
After lunch, John lets the little ones down for a nap in their shared room. He tucks the oldest into his big-boy bed and the baby in the crib against the opposite wall of the small room.
Once theyâre asleep John heads to the kitchen and makes himself a cup of coffee. He sits at the kitchen table, savoring the brief moment of peace. His phone was on the table, and he picks it up, going straight to Tinder.
A smirk forms on his lips as he sees a new message from the profile heâs been using under the fake name âJake.â
You: Hey, Jake! Iâm free tonight if that works for you? đ
Jake: Letâs meet at that little Italian place downtown around 8.
He sends the message and puts his phone down, leaning back in his chair. He knows youâll go to the restaurant, expecting to meet âJake,â only to find yourself stood up.
He hopes the disappointment might lead you to call him for comfort, a scenario he finds himself oddly anticipating.
Hours pass, and the kids eventually wake up from their naps. John spends the evening feeding them dinner and giving them a bath, all the while keeping an eye on the time.
He plays with them until bedtime, reading them stories and tucking them in once more.
As the clock nears 8 PM, John starts to feel a wave of guilt. He knows what heâs doing isnât fair, but he canât help himself.
He spends the rest of the evening cleaning up the apartment and watching TV, waiting for the call he suspects might come.
Finally, around 9:30, his phone buzzes. He sees your name on the screen and his heart skips a beat. He answers, trying to sound casual.
âHey, love. Everything alright?â he asks, even though he knows exactly why youâre calling.
Your voice sounds strained, and he can hear the disappointment. âYeah, I just⌠I went out tonight, and the person I was supposed to meet never showed up. I feel so stupid.â
Johnâs heart aches hearing you like this, but he forces himself to keep up the act. âIâm sorry to hear that, sweetheart. Wanna talk about it?â
You sigh, the frustration evident in your voice. âI just donât understand why people do this. Why pretend to be interested if youâre just going to disappear?â
John nods, though you canât see it. âMen are idiots, lovey. But you know Iâm always here for you, donât you?â
âYeah⌠yeah, I know.â You sigh softly. You lie back on your bed, looking up at the ceiling.
âStill there?â John asks gently.
âStill hereâŚâ You wipe under your eyes, the wetness from your frustrated tears lingering on your cheeks. âThe kids asleep?
âOut like lights.â John chuckles softly.
You smile to yourself, imagining how happy and comfy the kids probably are at Johnâs right now. âI miss them already.â
âYou can come by whenever youâd like.â John says, trying not to sound too eager.
You snort at that suggestion.
âDefeats the purpose, doesnât it?â
âSuppose it does.â John agrees. âUnless the kids arenât the only ones you were missinâ.â
You want to roll your eyes, go off on him, explain how inappropriate that was to even suggestâŚ
But your heart flutters. Your cheeks blush.
And youâre lonely.
Your attempt to move on totally failed, and hereâs John trying to cheer you up. Maybe that was a sign from the universe.
âJohnâŚâ
âMâsorry,â John says. âI didnât mean to⌠to cross any boundaries.â
You chew your bottom lip a bit as you weigh your options.
âStill with me, lovey?â
âUh-huhâŚâ
You could practically hear the smirk in Johnâs voice as he spoke next. âNo words, hm? Whatâs on your mind, then?â
âJust⌠thinking.â
âThinkinâ about..?â You swear Johnâs voice just got huskier, more sultry than it was just a moment ago. You feel goosebumps as you hear John exhale, seemingly shifting into a more comfortable position on the couch. âWhat has you thinking so hard?â
âNothing.â
âNothing?â John grins to himself. âHope itâs not that fuckinâ dickhead who stood you up.â
âNo⌠not him.â You speak softly.
âSomeone else, then?â
You roll your eyes, knowing that John is fishing for a specific answer. âWouldnât you love to know, Johnathan.â
âBet I could guess,â Heâs smirking, you know he is.
You sit up, kick your heels off and toss your dress towards the hamper. âBet youâd be right.â
âWhy donât you come over then, lovey?â John practically purrs. You canât see it, but Johnâs rubbing a hand over his inner thigh, palming himself over his grey sweatpants. âCould cheer ya up.â
âYeah?â You sigh, your hand not holding the phone moving dangerously close to the dampness between your legs.
âYeah,â John whimpers whispers. âMake ya forget all about that fuckinâ JakeâŚâ
You freeze. You remove your hand from your panties. You sit up fully in the bed.
âWhat did you say?â
âHm?â
Your eyes narrow. âI never told you what his name was.â
Johnâs eyes widen. He sits up as well, clearing his throat. âSure you did, you- you said it was Jake o-or Joe or something-â
âI canât fucking believe you.â You scoff, ending the call.
John tosses his phone to the floor, rubbing a hand over his face.
Fuck.
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More than just friends - Kento Nanami
Summary: You and Nanami had a great friendship, although he new you were looking for a companion who could make losing your virginity worth while; but would having him as your first be a great idea or would it ruin your guys friendship?
CW: 18+ only, Smut, fingering, slight masturbation, foreplay, penetrative sex.
WC: 4.5k
*ART WORK DOES NOT BELONG TO ME*
Being a virgin all throughout your young teenage years and into young adulthood having not yet been touched by a man. They say it's easy to be a woman, she can pick and choose who she would ideally sleep with; but in reality it was the opposite. It was even hard for you to find that one partner who could make something so intimate truly special. Thatâs when you met one man⌠Kento Nanami. One random evening at your favorite local coffee & bakery shop, it sure was a strange occurrence but needless to say it mightâve been one of the best encounters in a lifetime.
You've become such close friends with him that he even knew your deepest darkest secrets. Women around you knew who he was and were envious of the friendship you had with one another. Nanami could sense the jealousy and envy of the other women but paid no mind, you were the first woman to only feel platonically towards him and he respected that and your friendship with him. Nonetheless you both would spend day and night with one another, he would even offer to stay the night or have you stay in his penthouse at times due to you feeling a bit worried about being alone in your apartment. Nanami would often hear your scary encounters with perverted and disturbing men following you back home after a night out with friends, grocery shopping, or even just a late night walk. He was always by your side, regardless of what others had to say about the friendship.
Every week Nanami would meet up for your morning coffee date hearing the endless amounts of terrible Tinder dates; in hopes of coming across a man who would actually take you seriously, let alone sleep with you. Every single one of those men had proved you right and were just not a fit to what you were looking for in a one night stand or a potential partner. You wanted a man not a boy, especially at your bedside, one who will learn how to caress you just right, one who would treat you like a woman and not an object to smash and dash on the spot, and who will take pride in aftercare. As it being your first ever experience with a man you wanted it to be absolutely spectacular and once in a lifetime experience, but youâre just too afraid to pick the wrong man to do it with.
âY/n you understand that these are all the wrong men right? I mean youâre on a dating app that mostly specifies for hookups that usually ends terribly.â
âWell yes, although that is what Iâm looking for, I need a partner that will take sleeping with one another serious and treat me as a woman not just a quick fuck.â You scoffed in irritation.
Nanami let out a miniscule laugh, âWell it is safe to say, you haven't wasted that opportunity on a questionable man especially from Tinder.â
This topic had been ongoing for quite some time, you both knew one another well enough to talk about such things it almost seemed as if you two were dating at this point, and if it wasnt that then they would have already assumed you both would have been sleeping with each other.
âYou know Nanami, youâre the only sensible man in this world who actually understands a woman and her desires.â Sipping your cup of coffee.
He leans back, one arm on the armrest, both legs crossed as he is holding his drink. â To be honest with you, I am not one to share my personal experiences but because we are now close enough to disclose these kinds of things. I may or may not have some encounters with women myself.â
âOh? Is that so Mr. Kento? So I'm sure youâre quite the ladies man then.â You playfully state.
âYouâre not taking me seriously are you?â
âWell to be honest with you no Iâm not, I mean you never even tell me how these dates even go?â You giggled.
You and Nanami began to hear a buzzing sound coming from the table, both of you checking your phones only to realize it was his, âIt's a business call.â Standing up from the chair he paced back and forth speaking eloquently serious. The call soon ended as he made his way back to your table.
âI have a business meeting right now, would you mind having dinner tonight at my place? Iâll come by to pick you up after Iâm off, be sure to have an overnight bag packed too.â
As he zoomed off, you were left with just yourself and your coffee.
â
It's now 5 P.M. and youâre wondering if he's off, constantly checking your stove top clock. An uncontrollably loud buzzing sound began, reaching for your phone. It appeared to be Nanami.
âIâm right outside your door, did you have your things packed like I asked you to?â
âYes, all that was taken care of, Iâll be right out.â
Quickly opening the door, there stood Nanami towering over you. He was in his blue button up, a pair of beige dress pants, a brown belt and lastly a nice accent to the outfit; was his yellow tie that had black splattered detail. You held your bags ready to head out the door proceeding to walk ahead, you felt something similar to a brick wall hit your face.
âWho said youâd be carrying your own bags?â Nanami stated with an arched eyebrow.
You growled in annoyance, âItâs okay for me to do things by myself without help you know?â
Without hesitation he grasped hold of the bags before you could even pass through the door entirely.
âThank you for trying, but I got it from here.â He clamored carrying your bags without a sign of struggle, if it was you, you might've made a fool out of yourself with your items at hand.
You followed his lead, locking the door behind you. He gracefully opened his passenger door wide open for you to enter the vehicle, as Nanami made his way around to the driver side after placing your luggage in the trunk; your view of him was nothing but his strong torso, and his muscular arm with his hand around the gear stick. Looking away as you catch yourself from the awe of his mere presence.
Both of you arrived at his penthouse, as he assembled your overnight bags in his room. You began to walk around curiously as if you havenât been there more than a million times before, yet each and every time you still find it remarkable at how beautiful his sky view is from the main living room windows. Staring into the distance hearing a deep voice from behind startles you.
âItâs interesting enough that you always take a liking to that spot in particular, every time you visit me.â Nanami chuckles, removing his reading glasses placed onto the countertop.
âBack home I don't get such a beautiful view like this. Why wouldnât I want to see this view everyday for the rest of my life?â You smiled, turning to face Nanami.
âWell If you still want to take that offer up, youâre more than welcome to end your lease at your apartment and live here with me. I have that spare room.â He stated.
âYou know I canât do that, I donât want to feel like such a burden living in your place IâŚâ
âYouâre not a burden, I think weâve established a great relationship and enough to know that we both feel comfortable with one another. Regardless I respect your decision, and if you decide to change your mind you know where to reach me y/n.â
Nanamiâs kitchen consisted of a barstool area in the center. He offered to make a nice dinner for the both of you as you had offered the last time you spent an evening with one another. It was a beautifully medium rare steak with a buttered rosemary glaze over it, a dollop of garlic mashed potatoes as a side and sautĂŠed asparagus as the second and final side. Your eyes widened seeing how gorgeous this entree came out, ready to stuff your face with such a delicious looking meal.
âOh my god, this looks phenomenal Mr. Kento!â Teasing him but appreciative of his skills in the kitchen.
âIâll only take your compliment if you finish your entire plate of food, I know you havenât eaten all day since Iâve been at the office.â His face plastered with a serious look.
âOkay officer, my apologies.â You said sarcastically, raising both hands up signaling a truce. He couldnât help but chuckle, hovering his fingers over his mouth. Knowing how you were, you were always getting a kick out of Nanami with your sarcasm and jokes. He never knew such a woman with a non-serious demeanor, always taking a liking for your sense of humor.
Nanami brought both plates to the small dining room near the kitchen, proceeding to pull a chair out for you to be seated as he slowly pushed you forward to be much closer to the table. You both sat across from one another enjoying the meal, you both talked away through the evening during dinner.
You both hadnât realized the time it was, Nanami had a movie in mind for you both to watch until it was time for bed.
âWould you still like to watch a movie? Itâs always our tradition to do so. But if youâre exhausted I understand.â He clamored.
âOf course! Why wouldnât I want to miss a great cinematic experience with you? Should I get the popcorn started? Possibly a nice shot of whiskey on ice for you?â You pointed at him with a finger gun hand gesture.
Nanami couldnât help but chuckle and nod in approval, you knew him too well. Ever since you both grew closer to one another, it progressed into both of you being able to stay at one anotherâs homes, endless dinner nights, to coffee dates, and lastly even for minuscule shopping dates whenever he needed a new suit for work; you were always beside him.
Nanami always had special items placed for you around his penthouse. His guest bathroom included a space with hygienic items, from specific hair and facial care items to your own special soaps; he had bought out of his own curious observation from your apartment back home. He was a detailed man, he truly was enticed at your choice of products and he took initiative to be attentive without your knowledge of what you favored and didnât. Some days youâd prefer to sleep in your guest room and other days youâd crash in his, but of course it was normal you both were close it didnât seem abnormal for this kind of encounter. People from the outside would have thought you both were in a romantic relationship but that was far from the truth or is it really?
Both you and Nanami plop onto his modular couch, grabbing a hold of your favorite soft plush blanket over yourself. He switched the channel onto a streaming service to get to the film you both were anticipating to watch. Nanami had great taste for each type of genre for a cinematic film, and tonight was a romance/drama movie. Surprisingly he had a niche for romance drama films but rather he was discrete about it.
As time had passed you both were on your third film, one scene in particular appeared where the main character she was struggling to find a perfect guy to have her first time with, it landed between her and her best guy friend; of course it lead to confessing their built up feelings for one another and one thing led to another and the next scene included them having an intimate moment.
You began to wonder, if having your virginity taken away by your close friend who happens to be a guy is a good idea? As your mind wandered in thoughts of Nanami being a potential sleeping partner, it was so wrong but yet it felt so right in your heart and mind. You both understand each other to another extent that no one else would get, and here you are having none other than possible sexual thoughts of this man caressing your naked flesh on his bed.
Immediately your train of thought was disrupted by none other than Nanami. âY/n are you feeling alright?â He calmly questioned.
âY-Yes Iâm okay.â You laughed nervously. You adjusted yourself sitting much closer to him; noticing the remote lying on his leg you proceed to grab it and pausing the film right in the middle of a steamy intimate session.
âUgh! I mean how amazing could it possibly be having your virginity lost to your friend of the opposite sex?â You claimed, rolling your eyes laughing.
âI donât believe it would be all that bad, generally it could be a good thing just because you both entrust each other and already have a great relationship at hand.â
He had a good point, the bond is already there between two friends, the feelings and tension however isnât as close to the surface as you would think it would. You curled your legs up from the couch, leaning on your side to face him as a single arm was placed on top of the couch as you nervously looked up at him.
He questioned, âWhatâs wrong?â
âCan I ask you something?â You mumbled, as he nodded for you to proceed.
âThis might be a weird request but⌠as you know Iâm still a virgin.â Lowering your head in embarrassment.
âAnd⌠actually just forget I even ask-â
âSo what youâre asking of me is if I could be your first time?â
Your cheeks flushed with a shade of red, bright as a cherry. You couldnât hold back from feeling such shame, for asking such a thing but you knew he could be your best encounter for your first time.
âAs long as you are completely on board with the idea, Iâll agree to make your first time as comfortable as possible for you.â
You nodded your head in agreement in hopes that this was a good decision on your behalf.
Not long after the awkward silence you immediately felt his large hand press against your lower back, and the other on your shoulder leaning you down on the couch he was now hovering over your innocent body.
âIs this okay with you?â He questioned making sure you were okay and consented with his actions.
âY-Yes thatâs alright with me.â
You felt your heart beating fast, was it loud enough for him to hear it too? The only light that luminated throughout the living room was the tv screen, nothing else. Nanami continued to loosen his tie as he was still hovering over your body, but nothing stuck out more than those large muscular biceps. Without a single thought your hand traveled up his arm copping a feel, all this time you only ever admired his muscular build from afar but this time you couldnât help yourself but to touch him up.
âYou know I never thought I would be able to finally touch your muscular arms.â You shyly chuckled.
He couldn't help but give a small smile, âOh, is that why I would catch a glimpse of you admiring me almost every single time we would spend time together?â
Embarrassed, you propped both hands to cover your face to prevent him from seeing you smile. He knew your tactics when you became shy, it was clear that both of you might have unresolved feelings that began to surface.
Nanami took both of your hands gently pushing them aside as he leaned in closer to your face, softly brushing your cheek.
âMay I?â
You nodded, âAnything you do from here on out is okay with me Nanami.â
His lips inched closer to yours as he kissed you so softly, your hands wrapping around his neck pulling him in closer for more. His lips slowly tugged onto your lower lip, they traveled below your chin and made their way to your neck. Nothing else could have ever prepared you for that feeling that you craved more of Nanami.
âIf you don't mind, I will take this to the bedroom. It wouldn't be proper for me to have your first time on a living room couch.â He kindly chuckled, scooping you into his arms.
He entered into his bedroom as he placed you gracefully onto his cold sheets, as he began to slip his dress shoes aside his bed and unbutton his shirt a tad bit more. He motioned for you to sit at the edge of his bed upright guiding you with his hand, he leaned down to kiss your lips once again grabbing your cheek caressing it pulling you in for more. His hand finally pushed you into his bed once more as he hovered over your precious body, his hands grazing over your neck down to your chest, his fingers unbuttoning your white button up as your bra and torso now exposed. His lips met between your breasts leaving wet soft kisses everywhere, your whimpers enticed him more to make the crevice between your legs ready for entry.
âP-Please N-NanamiâŚâ You moan as you begin to move your hips, turned on by his mere presence and foreplay you tried to remove the excess clothing on your body. You wanted him more and more, your hands traveling to your breast as you cupped it in one hand as the other was trying to remove your bottoms as it exposed the hemming of your thong.
âLet me take care of you y/n, you shouldn't have to worry about anything when I am here. It is my job to pleasure you the best that I can.â
Nanami slowly removed your shirt and bottoms exposing just your undergarment and bra now, you leaned upward unbuttoning his shirt helping him remove it, as it was your time to return the favor of exposing his body. Your breathing becomes heavy as time goes on, your heart beats faster and your pussy feels wetter. Your hands grazing his chest as you bring your face closer to it leaving miniscule wet kisses making your way up to his neck.
He brought you closer to his chest as he began to unhook the bra strap as it fell gracefully, your nipples were hardened and exposed he laid you back down into the cold sheets as he kissed the crevice between both breasts as his hand softly squeezed it. It soon traveled down your stomach, hips and finally your inner thigh, he softly rubbed the outer opening of your pussy making it throb; you pressed against his hand knowing you were craving more. Nanami continued to place kisses all over your body, he traveled down leaving soft kisses on your hips down to your inner thigh. Licking your thighs kissing them as he gently rubbed his hands on your leg, squeezing your hips as if he wanted you all to himself.
âJust relax princess, everything will be alright.â
He began to come back up for more kisses, his fingers pressing into the entrance of your pussy lightly rubbing it as you began to moan. Biting your lower lip as both of your eyes met, bringing your hand up to his cheek then quickly pulling him in for a kiss. Your tongue making an entrance as he tried to match your consistency, he noticed the lips in between your legs grew wetter after each rub. Nanami smiled in between each wet kiss you both engaged in, retracting disengaged your lips from his you couldn't help but gravitated your attention to the bulge pressing against his beige dress pants.
âTake them off for me.â You moaned, biting your lip.
He gently removed his bottoms and undergarments exposing his hard-on. Reaching your hand to grab it, Nanami groaned at the touch of your hand around his cock. As you began to slowly motion it up and down you felt it harden with each stroke you gave him.
âMmmâ his deep groan was so sensual you were ready to take him on. He adjusted your body to make you feel as comfortable as possible on his bed.
âIâm ready, I need you inside me p-pleaseâ you yearned, your face flushed red as your eyes glistening and your desirable whimpers, Nanamiâs cock and heart were throbbing at the thought of being inside you. Afterall you were a beautiful woman inside and out he enjoyed your friendship with him but he would have never thought that you both would be uncovering a deep desire for one another in his own bed.
âAre you sure?â
âY-Yes Iâm ready for you.â
âAs you wish, just know Iâm taking it easy on you if you donât like something just tell me darling.â Rubbing his finger against your cheek, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead making you feel at ease.
Your body relaxed, Nanami began to slowly spread your legs apart as he slightly spit into his hand and began to massage his cock preparing it for entry.
âKeep your beautiful eyes on me princess, Iâll guide us the whole way.â
âOkay.â You nervously said, grabbing his shoulders.
He slowly began to make his way inside your wet throbbing pussy, you felt immense pressure against your inside walls feeling euphoric but so good. Letting out a loud moan, pulling Nanami in your arms as you wrapped around his large back, lightly digging your nails into it at every thrust his hips made into you. Nothing but groaning and whimpers filled the entire bedroom, with every kiss he gave, your moans traveled its way out of your mouth. Your hands moved up running through his hair as you craved him more and more, he took hold of your wrists and pinning them alongside your shoulders. Your anticipation grew more with each withdrawal and re-entrance of his cock.
âGoâŚfâŚfaster Nanamiâ
âOf course beautiful.â Brushing your strands of hair to the side.
As his cock kept at a minimum pace, he engaged much more, thrusting faster and faster. Your breasts began to move erratically with every entrance he was consumed by your beauty and the way you were just submissive to him letting him take the lead.
âGoddamnâ Nanami groaned, cupping a single breast leaning over to lick and softly suck on your nipples. Sweat dripping from his forehead, his hair was no longer fixed up as it was now drooping over his face. You thought to yourself, he looked so captivating it was a new look that was never seen before. He was always having his hair fixed away from his face but it was different this time⌠you loved it.
His pace had slowed down as he grew a bit tiresome of how his speed increased at such a fast rate. Retrieving his soaked cock from your luscious folds, he took his time penetrating that precious pussy of yours. Nanami entered inside of you slowly as you whimpered and continued to slowly withdraw it back out feeling pressure from his long hard cock filling your lower abdomen. Nanami never failed to make you feel reassured and appreciated, someone he took his time with; rubbing his thumb across your cheek leaning in for passionate tongue kissing and never ending compliments that valued you as the woman you are.
âYouâre doing so good.â
âYou look as beautiful as ever.â
âI canât take my eyes off you, youâre so captivating.â
âI love being inside of you, I canât stop fucking you.â
You wanted him more and more just as much as he craved you, you grazed your hands over his abdomen and chest planting small wet kisses, guiding him to now be underneath you as you wanted to be on top. Your legs spread apart each one on either side of nanamiâs waist, you pulled his hands touching your breasts to squeeze them and leaned down for him to massage and suck your nipples. Your hands touching every crevice of his muscles from his biceps, chest, and his abdomen, your tongue traveling all over it making its way to his neck and back to his lips. Your hips began to grind against his large shaft as your juices began to cover all over it, this wasnât over. He slowly planted you accordingly on him as he brought his hand over his cock adjusting for re-entry as you grinded one last time you felt a shiver run through your entire body. Cupping your breasts in the palm of your hands as you lean your head back moaning, you proceed to lean forward and backward movements for Nanamiâs cock to slide in and out. It was smooth and felt good.
âThatâs it princess, keep doing that.â
Nanami couldnât get enough of you, he needed more. He wrapped his arms underneath yours to reach your shoulders pulling you in quickly as his pace began to fasten, he was now taking over as his cock penetrated you. His hips thrusting up and down as one of his arms reached down to feel your ass, then traveling back up running his fingers through your hair. Instantly he withdrew his cock, as he grabbed you pulling you underneath him, he promised heâd be the one to please you and do his job diligently to make your first time the best experience and the only man to make you cum. For one last time putting you in missionary, and before you both finished he slowly thrusted his cock inside of you increasing his rate of speed more than usual that you both were panting and whimpering, one hand playing with your hair as he moved it downward to rub your rosy red cheek, he chuckled knowing even at your most vulnerable and being aroused you still were indefinitely a beautiful and charismatic woman in the flesh and fully clothed. That same hand reached up to his mouth as he licked it applying a generous amount of saliva, finally reaching his fingers down to your clit as he massaged it stimulating your nerves as he continued to thrust his wet cock fully covered in your wet pussy juices.
âKeep going Nanami I feel like Iâm going to cum.â
âAwe fuckkkkâ he began to say, as your pussy was too good he was close to cumming with you.
Leaning your head back into his pillow moaning loud, he couldnât get enough of how beautifully sexy it was for you to enjoy him being inside of you; being overstimulated by his wet fingers touching your clit and his wet cock covered in juices from your throbbing pussy coming in and out. One hand of Nanamiâs on the headboard as the other was right beside you as he had a few more thrusts left in him, sweat was dripping from his face. Finally one big thrust as he released inside of you oozing a warm fuzzy feeling, your body shivering and covered in goosebumps from hitting your peak of the orgasm. You couldnât help but to pull him in for one last kiss as you both breathe heavily smiling at one another.
You both laid beside one another, Nanami turned over to pull you into his tight embrace brushing your hair and holding you tightly.
âI love youâŚâ you quietly admitted.
Nanami pulled away to take a good look at you, to your surprise he indeed returned the favor.
âI love you too, Iâve been waiting to hear that for quite some time now. I couldnât be too sure if your feelings were the same.â
You both couldnât help to be in one anotherâs embrace, your first time was unforgettable.
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talking about the emptiness of bartyâs character in canon is making me sad so
Just Barty Crouch Jr Thingsâ˘ď¸
valedictorian but once fell asleep while dumpster diving for a single unopened blister pack of xanax
very⌠dexterous? good with anything precise that involves his hands. this means classical piano but also rolling freakishly perfect joints
major bad influence older cousin energy
like heâs driving you to soccer practice with one tattooed arm slung over the passenger seat, ray-bans dangling. heâs bitching about whatâs on the radio. his random tinder date is on her phone in the backseat
singlehandedly keeping Liquid Death in business
that fall out boy katy perry cover where itâs like âi kissed a boy (to start a fight) and i liked it (he punched me đ)â
pierced his dick. sorry
if james is a sports bro with a heart of gold then barty is the polar opposite of this. he looks like the sensitive alternative loner boy and has the soul of a douchey early 2000s dj who will steal money out of your purse after a one-night stand
but heâs also secretly sensitive. okay
ââu upââ
has exactly two modes: 1) listening to the cure 2) No Hands (feat Roscoe Dash) - Waka Flocka Flame
neither goth nor emo sorry that would be too much work. his edginess is both unintentional and completely effortless
INSANELY observant
has a knight complex but slightly to the left. had to be reasoned out of killing evanâs situationships with a hammer (chivalrously!)
barty has really loud ENERGY but his actual personality is pretty quiet and calculating. however he WILL nonchalantly pick regulus up at the most inconvenient times, everyone is screaming, reg is screaming⌠he thinks itâs soooo funny
he always smells the way that sparkling water tastes. likeâŚ.. inexplicably clean
your bartender coworker who is always in the stockroom coaching his adorable tiny mom through her divorce over facetime while exasperatedly hitting a juul
could potentially have a heart under all that grime (maybe put him through a car wash?)
#HEâS SO. SLEAZY EX BOYFRIEND CODED#can you tell that i love him SOOOO much#barty crouch jr#barty meta tag#saints speaks đ
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Lotto Ticket Wish
You had been on a bit of a dry spell when I appeared before you. Your small town didnât have a lot of dating options for a pretty average young gay guy like youâbasic white boys are a dime a dozen. You had gone out with every guy you liked on Tinder, been catcalled more than you could count on Grindr, and Scruff wasnât even in the cards as long as you couldnât grow a beard. You were bumming around the bowling alleyâit was the only place in town open after 8âwhen you spotted me.
For you, I took the form of an arcade lotto machine. Insert a coin, receive a random ticket with a prize printed on it. You were confused, since youâd never seen me before, but you were bored and horny and nothing interested was happening. You inserted your coin, and I printed out your prize:
FAME. GLORY. PLEASURE. SPEAK YOUR WISH NOW AND SEE IT GRANTED. SATISFACTION GUARANTEED.
You chuckled. Typical arcade shit, you thought. âI wish I was a hunk!â you said aloud, and laughed to yourself again. Well, maybe it was worth the coin for the laugh. You pocketed your ticket and headed home.
That night, while you slept, your wish came true. First, a dark spot appeared on your fingertip where you had held your wish ticket. The darkened skin raced over your hand, leaving your small pale hand larger, thicker, and dark, a rich brown shade. Thick, black hairs grew on the back of your hand and fingers. The change continued up your arm, which began to bulge with muscle and veins. You flexed your hand in your sleep, and new strong tendons shifted under brown, hairy skin as your bicep peaked into a mound like a baseball.
Your shoulder rounded out into a thick, capped delt, and a forest of thick hair grew in your armpit. You wrinkled your nose at the musky, spicy scent that started to emerge, but your sleep quickly calmed into a sexy dream of sniffing a musky, dark-skinned armpit. Meanwhile, your chest thickened into a set of huge, rounded pecs with dark, pert nipples. Dark, curly hairs grew in and immediately became soaked with sweat, adding to the spicy stench in the air. The transformation proceeded down your other arm, until it was the perfect match. You shifted in your sleep, sending your nose into your other rank armpit.
As the skin of your belly darkened, fat evaporated away and six thick abs swelled out of your midsection. Your whole torso thickened with sturdy back muscles. All this extra mass made you sweat even more in your sleep.
A thick treasure trail grew from your belly down to your pubes, which darkened and thickened, as the skin tautened and turned black. Your balls swelled, causing you to shift your legs in your sleep and let your new bulging sac rest lower. Your cock thickened and grew, quickly slipping out of your boxers to reach down toward your knee. As your cockflesh darkened, you grew a thick, well-stretched foreskin, which released a cheesy smell into the air as you dreamed of tongue-washing an Indian hunkâs balls.
Your ass grew as well, rounding out as a thick, muscular cushion rather than a flat pad. Your boxers became so tight they might as well be briefs, the fabric stretched thin enough that the thick hairs swirling over your ass became visible. As the transformation continued down your legs, quads, hamstrings and calves grew, darkened, and became covered in sweaty hair. Your feet stretched and the soles thickened.
Finally, the transformation proceeded up your neck. Your neck and Adamâs apple thickened, causing you to release a deep grunt in your sleep. Your hair darkened to shiny black and became wavy, falling perfectly into a slick, masculine style. Your skin cleared and became brown, and your brows thickened and lowered, giving your now dark eyes a hooded, mysterious look. Finally, your nose widened slightly as your jawline sharpened, becoming coated in dark stubble that would grow back in minutes if you ever shaved.
The musky smell of your new Indian body swirled around your bedroom, subtly changing the space. In place of your desk appeared a set of adjustable weights. Your bookshelf became a full length mirror. A Hindi self-help poster appeared over your now-simple, masculine bed. Your closet filled with gym gear, with some formal kurta for when you visited your family in Chandigarh.
You woke at sunrise and wrinkled your nose at the smell permeating your nose. âBro, what the fuck,â you muttered, in a deep, Hindi-accented voice. You made to hop out of bed, but as soon as your thick legs moved apart, your overstretched boxers tore at the groin, letting your oversized cock and balls spill out.
For a moment, you gaped at your thick new uncut cock and swollen, churning balls, then you jumped to your feet. Using your new strong hands you ripped the tattered boxers off and caught a glimpse of your magnificent body in the mirror.
You had certainly become a hunk! The sight of your bulging muscles and Indian good looks brought your cock to full attention, and you instinctively started to jerk off. The smell of your unwashed, weeping cock mixed with the spicy musk your body gave off, and before long you were close. You watched in the mirror as you bounced your sweaty, hirsute muscles and licked your musky armpit. Finally, you exploded, coating the mirror with a huge load.
In an instant, you felt a burst of knowledge flood into your head. You suddenly began to think in Hindi, and translating your thoughts into English became more difficult. You realised that you were the hottest stud in town, especially with your hunky Indian looks and deep, Hindi-accented voice. You knew how to make a perfect homemade Indian meal, and also how to totally dominate any white boy you wanted. You were about to be king of the town.
You grabbed some of the clothes scattered on the floor. A jock, gym shorts, and yesterdayâs tank top should be fine. You gave yourself a quick sniff test: the perfect level of unadulterated sweaty musk for a morning gym session. After all, there would probably be some jockboy there who couldnât wait to get a taste of Raj, the musky Indian stud, and the hottest commodity in town.
Just as you were about to leave your room, you noticed your wish ticket lying on the floor. You picked it up, and wondered if the wish-granting lotto machine was still at the bowling alleyâŚ
Idea with assistance from the genie-bot by @mystrangetfs.
#wish#race change#muscle tf#musk tf#indian tf#male transformation#male tf#djinni's gym#all fwkong#reality change#mental change
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â Cominâ back for more? â
ghostface!leon kennedy x ftm!ghostface!reader | r! has had top surgery and bottom growth | porn with some plot | friends-with-benefits, implied attempt at a relationship (r! had commitment issues, lmao) | wc: 8k | not proofread
warnings: yandere!leon and yandere!reader, piquerism, carving his name into r! skin, blood kink, overstimulation, leon takes pictures and videos of r!, dumbification, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick), use of boypussy & boy cunt.
âActually,â Leon sighs, âI was gonna ask if youâve seen him.â
Her shock is evident but to Leonâs surprise, it turns into exasperation.
âDo I have to spell it out for you, Kennedy?â Ashley puts her hands on her hips and then points a finger at his way.
âHe likes you. (Y/N) (L/N). He likes you, Leon Kennedy. So,â she comes around to him and despite the height difference, Leon feels slightly intimidated by her frown.
âJust fuck his brains out and tell him youâre not gonna let him go! Thatâs the only way youâre getting through to him, okay? God, I swear the both of you are so dimwitted!â
authors' note: heed the warnings, leon and y/n are high-key deranged, lmao. also i wrote this in a rush but enjoy!!
âDo you think heâs likeâŚbig?â
That alone was enough to make you rip your eyes away from your laptop. She chews on her glossy lip, twisting her phone to show you a Tinder profile of some douchebag that checks off everything on her list.
Awkwardly angled photos to show his jawline? Check.
Dimples? Check.
Two pairs of horrendous matching sweats? Check
A random photo of him holding some poor relative's baby to appeal to women? Check.
âSurprised he didnât leap out from your brain,â your dry tone makes Ashley pout. âHonestly, be a little proud of me, (Y/N). Heâs not holding a fish,â she turns the phone to herself. Pursing your lips, you return your attention to the report thatâs been rotting in your laptop.
âYeah, his sister is probably relieved her babyâs face is plastered on a hook-up app.â Ashley reaches over and smacks your hand. The yelp you let out turns a few heads; dark eyebags and caffeine-fueled veins already making them irritable. Exclamations of pain werenât appreciated.
âYouâre such a pessimist, (Y/N). I swear I have no idea how we ended up being friends.â An attempt was made at stifling your laughter but it tumbles out from between your fingers in quick intakes of breaths. The glaring turns into mumbling but none would speak up. Between Ashleyâs status and your own, along with your golden reputation, no one could find themselves wishing ill upon the both of you.
Ashley was from a wealthy family. All you'd need to do is look at her to see she was dripped in luxury brands that were so exclusive you probably never heard of them. She met you through one of her mother's annual parties. It was an attempt on her end to play matchmaker with Ashley so she was quick to push Ashley and your sibling together.
Unfortunately for her, both you and your sibling were queer. Ashley was just glad to have real friends. How did the saying go? You win some, you lose some?
"You have your mother to thank for that. Remember how she was convinced you were a lesbian because we kept hanging out? Before I came out and everything." Ashley rolled her eyes, leaning on her elbow as she scrolled through the array of people with mild interest.
âWoah, what was that for?â Her lack of reply makes your brows raise. Closing your laptop, you reach a hand out to swipe her phone away. She gasps, attempting to swipe it back but you lean back on the chair, balancing precariously on its two legs. âGive it back, you ass,â she hisses, still trying to keep her voice low as she raises from her seat. Exiting from Tinder, your thumbs work deftly to open her messages and scoff as you go through her archived chats to see her motherâs messages were there. âYou put your mom in archive jail? Woah, she must have really pissed you off,â she grunts as she tugs her phone back into her hands. You let her, folding your arms behind your head as she taps out from your intrusion. âWhatâs up? Did she bug you about university again? I swear sheâs as anal about making those planners as you are.â âAs opposed to how you live through life relying simply on your phoneâs battery? Not to mention, you keep overcharging the hell out of your phone too. You should really change it â â Ashley tucks her hand to her chest as you stand up, your chair banging as you ground it before you do so. At this point, a few people have plugged in their earphones anyway. âYouâre stalling, Ms Graham.â
Ashley does this thing with her mouth. Sucking in her cheeks and chewing the insides as she contemplates spilling the metaphorical can of beans. It seems she relents as she settles next to you. Thereâs a sense of gratitude in her eyes as your knees are now facing her as you sit.
âThese recent killings, itâs got her on edge,â she said. âSheâs even been telling me I should have an escort everywhere I go. I donât know, I just want to be normal. Itâs hard enough that people treat me more like a concept or a walking ATM â an escort would just further that divide.â
A glance over her shoulder makes her words more concrete. Their eyes were clear in their intentions; flashes of green embedded in the very whites of their gelatinous orbs. Whether it was envy or greed was hard to decipher but it was clear Ashley wasnât a person to them. She was a myth brought to life.
âYou told her that?â she pushes her lips forward into a pout and you cock a brow. âLike sheâd let that be an excuse. I understand her concerns but Iâm not a damsel in distress. The Ghostface killings arenât even aimed at this university, theyâre completely random.â
âBut you gotta admit, the close proximity would set anyone on edge. Your mother just happened to be someone who was born right on it,â you reach over to poke her cheek and she swats your hand away with a huff. âCanât you ask her to hire secret agents instead? At least that way, nobody will see them.â
Ashley groans out that youâre the opposite of being helpful. Her phone buzzes in her hand and whatever she reads is clearly exciting enough for her to completely drop the conversation because she reaches forward and smacks your knees so hard it jerks up involuntarily.
â(Y/N), look!â
Youâre half-expecting a new Tinder profile but instead, itâs a shittily made poster for a Frat Party. The curling of your lips has Ashley whining and she inches closer â her knees now between yours â as she wags the phone a bit.
âDude, câmon! We gotta go, everyone will be there!â
And if everyone was there, Ashley would have to be there too.
âYeah, what better way to piss off your mother than to go to an overcrowded and overrated Frat Party,â you reply dryly. High schoolers made better posters. This one with the Comic Sans font, blurry PNGs of the hang-tight emoji, and Rick Sanchez lowered your confidence in the Earth's crust. Ashley scoffs.
âShut up. Besides, the only reason you donât want to go is because Mr Waitlist will be there,â she dodges your attempt to smack her arm. âSeriously, I have no idea why you choose to be in denial about your feelings for him. The chemistry between you two is insane. Itâs almost sickening.â
âAlmost? Guess we should try harder,â you mutter as you turn to face your laptop again. Ashley does not relent. âYou should. I agree. Itâs obvious you two like each other. Iâve already made a wedding plan for you.â
âAshley,â you groan out. âNothing is happening. Weâre just...close friends.â "Again. Stage 1, denial," your eye-roll makes her inch closer and closer. "Not that anyone would blame you. He looks like some European model even with those weird side-part bangs." "Ashley." The finality in your tone makes her giggle. "(Y/N). You're attracted to him. The second you see him I swear your pupils just blow up bigger than when you're on molly. What's stopping you from just being exclusive-style?" Knowing she won't stop her sudden fixation on the topic, your shoulders droop just as you slip down your chair. Sinking deeper into your oversized hoodie, you sigh and attempt to entertain her as your fingers hover over your keyboard.
"We tried, but it didn't work, Ashley."
"Barely, tried. You had one foot out of the door before the relationship even started. I still remember you trying to keep it a secret, that's not trying that's giving up with extra steps!"
The violent shushing of a particularly peeved student causes Ashley to flinch. Pink dusts across her milky skin and she bows her head apologetically, her teethy grin gone in an instant. He seems satisfied with her expression. That quickly fades when he sees the stare you give him; his brows furrow and he frowns with a slow curl of his nose. Like a kitten hissing.
You recognize him from some of the classes you took. He was the kind of guy who'd continue to badger the professor with questions, acting so smug as he did so and never catching how exasperated they'd be. Obscenely polite because his parents were big spenders in the university's bank account. His greasy fingerprints on the steel frame of his glasses and pathetic excuse of a beard piss you off enough to curl your lips into a wicked grin.
"Sorry, were we too loud?"
The apricot sweater he wears reeks of cologne, the kind that pierces your nose and makes your eyes water from how strong it is. As he lifts his arms to cross it, Ashley straightens her back to put more distance between him.
"The two of you have been loud the second you got here." There's more he wants to say, the twitching of his lips and the tightening of his fingers prove that much. But you're staring up at him like you know something he doesn't â an omen is within your eyes and the chill it gives him shuts him up enough to leave with a comical stomp and huff.
Ashley cringes, glancing around to see if anyone felt the same as he did but is distracted by your question. "Everyone is invited to that party?" Excitement flashes in her eyes as she sees the same in yours.
"Fine. I'll go too."
The music is so loud you're convinced it's rattling your bones. People are spilling out from the threshold of doors, and windows, on the stairs and the porch, and possibly on the sloped roofs of the house. The lights are everchanging. Streams of neon blue, green, and red are flashing through the fog that's flowing down from the corners of the room. The scents. The sounds. The feeling of bodies bumping into you no matter where you walk. It was a goddamn watering hole.
You had come here with Ashley, but she split off with some of her girlfriends. Last time you checked, she'd been invested in some girl's sob story as they crowded around her with red cups in their hands and slurred words. Ashley had given you a grimace but gestured for you to just enjoy herself.
You'd try to but there'd be no point in doing so considering how vapid everyone was.
So you nurse your drink in the corner, back facing the stairs, and smile as people walk by or above you. The music isn't all that bad, typical party music with some early 2000s songs that earns a good 'oh fuck, this is my song!' from the crowd.
Scanning the front door, watching every face that comes in, your hunger becomes more and more endless. Like a predator digging its claws into the bark of trees, you're restless in that little shroud of camouflage; shifting your weight from one side to the other, sighs escaping liquor-flavoured lips; grin getting more and more grim.
The touch on your nape has your head tilting away from him. Those calloused fingerpads â which not many people in this slice of "heaven" had â press into the solid bone on your nape; it elicits a barely there moan and your features soften immediately.
The cup he's holding is perspiring in his hands and you've spent enough time under his hands to know it had every right to be red and sweating. Deft fingers pinch the rim of your cup and you give him no resistance as he pulls it away to trade his drink.
"Thought you said you didn't wanna be here, Trustfund," Leon said as he leaned on the wooden panels of the walls. The shoulder bump he did is deliberate, a soothing croon to ask you to stop staring people down the second they enter the house.
"What gave you that impression, Waitlist?"Leon grunts, downing what little is left in your cup down his throat. Risking a glance away from the entrance, your eyes chase after the trail of wetness that slithers down his chin. God, he was gorgeous. A face so pretty it's no wonder he pisses off other men around him. His odd, dry, humour doesn't exactly help either.
"The lack of replies to my messages, maybe, geez, who knows."
"Oh, poor Leon," your pout earns a frown from him. "Couldn't get your dick wet when I was going through exams? Oh, poor widdle baby," he leans away from your fingers as they invade his face to pinch to what little adolescent fat still stuck to his cheeks.
"Oh, suck a dick, (Y/N)." Your smirk as you bring your lips to the rim of his cup. "Down, boy. We're in public, don't start begging just yet."
Unamused â or attempting to look unamused â Leon simply follows your focused gaze and tilts his head.
"I'll ask then. What's up with the staring problem? You attracted to doors now or what?"
The drink goes down with an awfully wheaty aftertaste and you smack your lips together in bemusement. "Fuck - what beer is this?" "Don't be an ass, they're doing a beer run, alright? I grabbed what I could. Are you gonna answer my question or not?" You swallow with a grimace. "D'you know that kid in Mr Pinto's class? The one with glasses and that god-awful voice? That know-it-all?" Leon nods. "Yeah, kinda looks like the typical nerdy douchebag, right?"
You lean in and Leon lets you. The both of you pretend not to feel the way his breath shudders as your wet lips brush the side of his cheeks.
"I wanna kill that rude little freak. Cut him open and smear his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk." Leon's eyes widen. As you peer at him through your lashes, his grey-metal eyes all but melt to reveal that bloodthirsty animal stalking between reason and lace-thin morality. He gulps thickly, casting a side-glance briefly to the entrance before he darts them back to you.
"Why?" He strains out after clearing his throat.
Oh, this is why you adored Leon Scott Kennedy.
It was the way he tried so hard to deny how twisted he actually was. That abashed flutter of his lashes, the skim of teeth over his rabbit-tongue-colored lips; everything contrasting to how violently he used his strength to thrust a knife into someone's rib; how easily he swiped and cleaned a hunting blade using his gloves.
The low, guttural, grunts he makes as he thrusts into you during that high. How he's so careful with his strength outside of the bedroom but during the heat of it? He's so shameless that he leaves hand-shaped bruises all over your hips and arms and even leaves indents of his teeth into your flesh. If he was really impatient, he'd fuck you all while wearing the Ghostface mask, holding that still-bloody knife to your throat as he fucked you so hard you walked funny for a day or two.
Despite how much he enjoys it though, he still asks ' why? '
Why him? Did he do something bad to you? Why not him?
Why? Why? Why?
It didn't exactly matter why. Leon never says no to you.
"He was a bitch to Ashley."
Someone bumps into him, and he braces his hand on the base rail of the stairs. Drunken laughter muffles the minute silence as he peers down at you. His broad shoulders look bigger this time. You faintly recalled Ashley slyly mentioning how he seems to work out more often now ("always jogging past near your accommodations, you must've seen him once in a while. Has he ever come over for a quick post-workout boost?" "Gross, Ashley...A few times, yeah -").
"That won't do." He said with furrowed brows. "No, it won't." Circling your arms around his waist, you pull him in with a Cheshire smile.
"Ashley's like family to me. Besides, her mom's been worried about all these â " you giggle, trying to push down the urge to by chewing on your lower lip but failing. "What?" he asks, the tip of his nose on yours as he savours the sound. "C'mon, what'd she say, babe?"
"She's worried about these Ghostface killings," you playfully hiss out. He isn't sure if it's the party, the drinks, the bloodlust, or just you but he starts laughing along with you.
"So we gotta make sure he isn't dangerous for her sake, hm?" He noses under your jaw and the way you turn your face away makes his mouth water. That neck is far too untainted for his own liking; how long has it been since you've fucked? Since he's driven a knife into someone's skull?
Ever since that awkward break-up in your car, after that honest-to-god perfect night of killing that annoying and creepy line cook and fucking under the stars in the woods. That was the last time the two of you fucked and that was months ago. It caught him off-guard. That haze of pleasure being fanned away by the typhoon that was your sudden request to just break up.
The handjob on the wooden floors of your dorm followed by a blowjob was more recent but Leon just wanted to sink into that tight hole again and again for hours for him to be fully satisfied. The only reason he even stopped was because your alarm rang for an early class, one that you apparently couldn't afford to skip. All lies. He knows the alarm was just the weekday alarm that always went off at 9 am â he knows it's because of the beat of silence that followed after you came around his fingers.
The gentle panting from both of you, the sweet kisses he was leaving on your thighs and then your face.
You only pulled away when it got too real.
It just makes him more determined to show you how deep his devotion for you was. Whatever the reason behind your fear of commitment was, there isn't a line Leon wouldn't cross to show you how willing he is to be yours.
"Exactly," you whisper. How he hears it despite the music and people should surprise him but it doesn't. His body is hyperaware of your very presence. The minute changes in your expressions, the octave changes or lilts in your voice, the wordless way you communicate with him from across the room; Leon just knows you.
"A little birdie told me that he actually has a crush on you, Mr Kennedy." Leon doesn't pause in his actions. His tongue laps at the rising pace of your pulse, teeth brushing over skin and you try very hard to continue your speech despite the hand that cups your crotch.
"Somethin' 'bout you helping him pick up his books when the fucker tripped over his own fuckin' feet." You gasped as he started mottling your skin, capillaries just imploding under his ministrations. "Fuck, Leon." The cup is crinkling under your tightening hold and Leon simply cages you in between his toned arms. It's hard to focus on anything past them as you eye the prominent veins that disappear under the sleeves of his black shirt.
"Leon, calm the fuck down." He bites your neck in retaliation and you're glad some popular song plays over the speakers because the cheers that follow mask your moan.
What a ridiculous statement. Here you are, in his hands; perfect and handsome and sexy and yet â not his. Itâs all a bit fucked up for him. Growing up alone, life offered no reprieve for little Leon Kennedy. His parents dying while he was young, then going to an orphanage â it all cemented into him that he was fine being independent. A partner sounded nice but he didnât give it much thought.
Until you came.
Stubborn, silver-tongued, rich, handsome, so fucking handsome.
Not at all his type.
Waitlist, he hated that nickname. So he crashed a little late and unprepared for his first class. Sue him. Not his fault the school plucked out his name late too. Among the giggles of the classroom, yours stood out. It made sense since you were closest to him. Ashley was smacking your arm, sharing glances his way and you turned and mouthed a âsorryâ that Leon knew you didnât even mean.
But then he kept seeing you around. Bumping into him during parties, always sitting near him in classes, accidentally hitting him in the face with a ball while you were chilling on the grass.
Fate was too perfect for him.
Leon was snarky and stubborn and he had nothing to give you that you already didnât have.
But then, the night he saw you covered in blood. Everything seemed to shift. Because suddenly you werenât this unreachable, little asshat with a wicked tongue and Leon was no longer a mutt with nothing to offer.
Suddenly, he saw that you were just as twisted and hungry as he was. A lone wolf with its teeth stained and its ribs showing under all that extravagant fur and Leon couldnât resist himself chasing you after that.
The man who was bleeding out next to you had been desperate to try to sleep with you. The bruising around your neck and the dishevelled state of your clothes pieced the puzzle together. Leon used that to justify killing him.
For you. Just for you.
He was finally using the sharp teeth he had. Those blunt claws heâd been desperately trying to file down dug themselves into the dirt and he ran with you all the way down to Hell. Kicking the earth behind him, his breath visible as his teeth bare into a wolfish grin and you were right there.
Two lone wolves finding each other in a world full of rabbits and squirrels and deers.
Because that's what the both of you were. Not spiders with silk-weaved webs or snakes with venomous fangs. You were a wolf stalking its prey with your tongue lolled out and eyes so wide they shine like the moon.
Unapologetic killer.
If only youâd get the fact that youâre not a solitary animal into your thick skull.
Leon grunts when you pinch his sides, forcing himself to pull away with a disgruntled glare that you return.
âDid you hear what I said about the plan?â He tilts his head. âWas I supposed to?â
You click your teeth, placing your hands firmly on his chest to push him away. Leon resists but he lets you go after a split second.
âChrist, Waitlist.â
Leon reaches his hand out but you take a turn into the living area and suddenly heâs bumping into bodies. Theyâre bouncing and shaking and he feels like a sailor in rough waters.
â(Y/N)!â his voice doesnât reach past his own nose. The music is so loud he doubts youâre even deliberately ignoring him. âGod fucking dammit!â Leon ignores the hand that clumsily tried to seduce him and the glossy lips that follow it, just shouldering through the sea of people.
The kitchen hails no signs of you. Heâs glad to see the beer run was successful enough and grabs a bottle of your favourite to soothe whatever it is he did.
âLeon! Youâre here!â Ashley pops up from across the island and Leon smiles at her way. âHey, Ashley. Whatâs up?â she eyes him skeptically and places her hands on the island. She quickly regrets this because of how suspiciously sticky it is but doesnât miss a beat as she asks him; âI was gonna ask if youâve seen (Y/N) but I guess those beers are for him.â
Ashley wraps her hand around a can and uses the condensation to somehow alleviate the stickiness. She would use the sink but with the state of a poor boy vomitting inside it and the amount of couples fucking in the bathrooms, this was the best she could do.
âActually,â Leon sighs, âI was gonna ask if youâve seen him.â
Her shock is evident but to Leonâs surprise, it turns into exasperation.
âDo I have to spell it out for you, Kennedy?â Ashley puts her hands on her hips and then points a finger at his way.
âHe likes you. (Y/N) (L/N). He likes you, Leon Kennedy. So,â she comes around to him and despite the height difference, Leon feels slightly intimidated by her frown.
âJust fuck his brains out and tell him youâre not gonna let him go! Thatâs the only way youâre getting through to him, okay? God, I swear the both of you are so dimwitted!â
Ashley walks away and Leon stands there for a second to process what heâd just been told. The beginnings of a smile threaten to crawl onto his face so Leon purses his lips and just walks on towards the hallways to see if youâve snuck into any of the rooms there.
He instead finds another person. Quite literally, they were shoved straight into his chest (thank god the beer was in a bottle). It takes a minute for Leon to notice him, really notice him, but after their half-assed apologies are shares Leon sees who it is.
From over his shoulder, he spots your half-hidden face just as you slink out of view.
âHey, youâre...Michael, right?â the brunette perks up considerably and nods. âYouâre in Mr Pintoâs class?â
Michael jumps into the conversation. âI am!â he exclaims though considering the state of the party, it is not out of place. Leon smiles charmingly and leans on the wall, offering Michael one of the bottles heâs holding.
His hands practically tremble to take it.
âYouâre pretty smart, huh?â Michael scoffs at his words, his cheeks flushed despite not one sip taken. âI guess you can say that, I mean, 4.0 GPA but yeah. I guess I am pretty smart.â
This was going to be a long night, Leon thinks as he takes a swig.
Dancing with Michael proved to be easier than talking to him. Heâs much more pleasant when you canât hear him bragging about being the smartest guy in the room or how his sister is as dumb as bricks (âItâs no wonder she resorted to bulimia as a last resort to get hitchedâ âOh, wow.â).
Leon thought rich kids were already unbearable but the smart rich kids were worse. The only thing that kept him sane was the fact that heâd see glimpses of you. A sliver of (H/C) coloured through the flashes of light. At times, he swears he even hears your laughter through the crowd and music.
Michael grabs at his arms and pretends to be coy as he squeezes and asks how much Leon works out. âI see you runninâ sometimes!â And Leon suppresses the urge to cringe at how close his face is.
Did this make him an asshole? All this pretending to be nice, if God was real, was he shaking his head at Leon?
â If God was real heâd open the gates of hell to swallow you up the second you were born, â he thought derisively.
But then, the Devil answers his question in the form of you. He sees you dancing, hands up in the air with your teeth bared in a giant grin. Leon's entranced; your arms slither down to your neck and Leon's not sure how he sees it with the flashing lights but he can see the hickeys he left on you. Michael is speaking, his ears relay to him. But he canât pull his eyes from you. Leon doesnât understand how you do it.
When youâre in the room itâs as if youâre the sun; the very center of his universe and he wants to implode into you. Be devoured and destroyed within your maw. A hand on his face and Leon is now staring at Michael. God, heâs staring at Michael.
Before he can speak, Leon asks; âDo you wanna go somewhere more quiet?â
Theyâre in the back of the house now. Music is more muffled despite the way the walls reverberate. The wood panelling must be screaming from the LED strip lights pasted on it. All the lamps had a red cloth over them, the room would look terrifying if it werenât for the clouds of smoke and slurred giggling from the bodies on the bean bags.
Michaelâs palms get clammy and Leon pretends he doesnât feel it. Deeper in the room, at the back, where the cove of a past reading nook was built. The heavy velvet curtains stink of weed and cigarettes. He doubts the stains at the end are anything but alcohol or vomit. Aptly named make-out nook, the windows are covered by old sports magazines so no one from the outside can gawk.
Leon pressed Michael to the window panes and he gasps, hands coming to rest on Leonâs waist. He does that annoying squeezing thing that makes Leonâs skin crawl. His lips are on him and Leon narrows his eyes, staring at the smiling bodybuilder with his bulging muscles and tanned skin. Superman underwear and all. Leon wonders what heâd think of the sight before him; if any of these frozen-in-time athletes coo and gasp at the scandalous activities this nook has seen.
The curtains rustle as Michael chews on Leonâs lower lip. Heâs biting down harder than he should â Leon jerks back, hissing softly.
âFuck, Iâm sorry â Are you okay?â Michael pauses as the curtains part and your giggles flood through, tendrils of smoke slipping through your teeth. An act. Youâre closing in for the kill, and Michael has nowhere to run.
Still, he looks oh-so-smug as he tightens his grip on Leon.
âLeon?â you gasped while Michael sneered at you as he took a handful of Leonâs crotch. Both pretend not to feel how soft he is. He squeezed and purred. Leonâs eyes remained on you, brows raised in a challenge. âHeâs busy with me, (L/N). So move along,â Leon slid his toned arms around his waist. The sight was like a match being struck, and your eyes burned with fury.
â Now? â his eyes ask. You nod, reaching for the pocket knife you tucked away in your (Leonâs) leather jacket.
â Now. â
Leon wanted to kiss you so badly that he felt his fingers shake as he reached for his own hidden knife.
âDude, not cool. You canât make out with me like 10 minutes ago then just make out with someone else!â You exclaim, clambering into the nook and letting the curtains naturally slip close. âLeon â câmon,â you beg so sweetly when youâre pretending. Michael sighs, getting his filthy hands off Leon, and faces you.
One finger jabs at your chest and you tilt your head at it.
âFuck off, alright? Not everyone is dying to fuck your used hole ââ
He inhales sharply, lashes fluttering as metal sheathes itself into his flesh. Leon pulls out his knife and then plunges it inside his back.
Again and again and again and again and again.
Michael braces his arms on your shoulders, and your breath shudders. He looks up at you in panic. He doesn't pay attention to the knife youâre holding too, he inhales and the way his mouth opens tells you heâll try to scream.
The blade sinks through his neck, and when he tries to swallow the blood that floods his airway you can feel his muscles and Adamâs apple squish and move it. So you twist and dig in deeper. Leonâs blade pulls out again, blood is quickly spreading beneath Michaelâs legs but the room is already cast in red â as if anyone would see.
âYou enjoyed the little shit, Kennedy?â Michael claws at your jacket as you tilt the knife up, slicing through more of him until he starts spasming. His choking and gasping makes you groan in relief, breathing in his death with a smile.
"He was". You don't dare pull out the knife. Not now. A little puddle of blood is fine but more than people will really notice. The thrill of it all is too much for Leon; the crowd of people being hidden only by curtains, a warm body sputtering and choking on you as you held the knife; your eyes staring up at him with nothing but adoration in them.
Try to deny him as much as you want, (Y/N). You can't hide from Leon's hunger.
Ashley's voice echoes through his head.
"Kept groping you like some sort of pervert, what a fucking loser. Heard he got caught stalking the swim team captain. Pathetic, right? Think we can drag this pile of shit to the pool?"
Why are you talking about this waste of space?
Leon grabs him and with no more than a grunt, tosses Michael's body to the window pane where he thuds and slides down onto the floor. Splatters of blood spray onto the magazine covers, forever staining them just like the vomit stains on the curtains, and Leon pushes you against the window.
You replace the knife you held with Leon's jaw, smiling into the kiss as he sticks his tongue into your mouth. Fuck, he tastes good. Like your favorite beer. He's relentless as his hands grab the mounds of your ass.
From the outside, people snicker at the thumps they can hear.
"Fuuuck, Leon â Mfph, you're so fuckin' hasty," you groan. "Sorry for rushing when â fuck â when there's a dead body next to you."
You laugh and when Leon dives in again to suck the soul of your body he tastes the heavy smoke of marijuana lingering in your mouth. Michael is grunting, attempting to pull out the knife in his neck and you're especially cruel as you dig the heel of your shoes into his crotch. When he groans spurts of blood come out of him like a deflated waterbed.
"You're acting like this is something new," you retort. Leon just focuses on your neck again. Sucking over his marks and the slight pain that follows causes you to moan, gripping onto a fistful of his hair as your legs part.
What did Ashley say exactly? Fuck your brains out and tell you he's never letting you go?
He kneels abruptly, you're still catching your breath when he licks up your stomach, his bloodied knife now in his hand. You help him by lifting up your top, watching him lap at your happy trail with a dark blush across your face.
"Gonna suck my dick? You miss it that much?" Leon does not reply. Instead, he unbuttons your pants and you're chewing on your lip in excitement, gulping thickly as he pulls it down under the swell of your ass.
There's a wet patch on your underwear and Leon moans, pulling your pants down even further until it pools at your ankles. His knife is cold on your outer thigh, you hiss softly as the edges press and nick you but his tongue lapping at your dick through the cloth derails any complaints.
"Shiiit, Leon â " he slips the knife under your underwear, the serrated edges licking at your hips before a riiiiiiip! is heard. Ashley would be pissed knowing one of the designer underwear she gave you as a gift was purposefully torn apart but perhaps she'll be forgiving knowing it was to fulfill horny, filthy, purposes.
He must be really fucking excited. Leon's tongue is making a wet spot appear on your underwear and as if flimsily slips away from your hips, you swear you can feel the growl he releases as he sucks your exposed dick.
It twitches on his tongue, flushed from his attention as his tongue laps underneath it and his lips wrap around it.
"You miss me, baby?" You let out a sound of confusion at the question. "Yeah, you fuckin' do. You're so fucking hard."
Was he...was he talking to your cock?
"Bet you're dripping for me too, hm?" "Leon, what the fuck are you â "
The knife is now between your thighs, Michael's blood smearing itself there as he presses a kiss to your cock.
"If you're gonna cut me, wipe that pig's blood off." Your sneer is the last thing Michael sees as his eyes finally cloud over. In all honesty, you'd forgotten about him until now. The thought of his blood on you just disgusted you.
Leon wipes off his blood in his signature move; simply using your ripped undergarments in replacement of his gloves. Despite your annoyance, you won't deny how hot it was seeing him do it.
"Want me to cut you?" he hitches the blade to your inner thighs, the still-warm blade makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand. "Can I?"
"...Not there. Somewhere else."
Leon stands, the tip of the blade on your stomach. He towers over you, his broad shoulders making your cunt ache for more. "Here?" You shake your head so he flicks his gaze to inspect your torso.
Taking the edge of your shirt from your hands, he instead slips it between your teeth and you narrow your eyes at him. With your hands free, you lean back onto the windows, chest rising and falling in anticipation as Leon traces the knife all the way up to your chest.
He pauses at your collarbone but you shake your head once again and so he lowers it to your pec. You shake your head but Leon is gazing at it intently. He strokes tenderly over the surgery scar then pulls the skin of your chest taut and before you can protest he digs the tip of the blade in.
You bite down on your shirt, hissing as he drags down the tip. Crimson seeps through, beading up like delicate pearls before it gushes out in small streams. Leon's knee digs up your cunt and the spark of pleasure makes you lurch forward to grip Leon's shoulders. He pushes you back, the thump once again earning giggles from the group on the outside.
"You know I love you, (Y/N). I'm sick and tired of pretending you don't love me back."
Bewildered, you stare at him with furrowed brows.
He twists the blade and you inhale sharply as he slices it, lifting the knife at the end which cuts you shallowly at the end of his...symbol?
What the fuck was he cutting into you?
"Since you're too fucking stubborn to accept it, I'll make sure you know it. I don't know what rich boarding school trauma you have or if mommy and daddy never showed you how love is supposed to work â you're fucking mine."
He drags the blade down, three quicks slices follow and your eyes well with tears while your hips gyrate down on the delicious friction he has provided.
"You think I won't understand you? Think I'll hurt you? I'm the only one in this fucked up world that'll love you unconditionally, Trustfund. I love you, (Y/N)."
The next letter â you belatedly realize â hurts more as he carves a jagged O.
"I love you. I love you, I fucking love you, I'll love you till the day we die, and even in Hell, I'll find you and I'll love you."
N hurts less, Leon's gotten the hang of the angles and how quick and deep he should do it.
"I'll burn the whole fucking world down if it meant I could stay by your side."
Your chest is bleeding, rivers of red escaping and it stings in the cool air so Leon presses himself closer. The warm of his body on yours numb out the pain of the pressure he had applied. Blood is staining your torso, dripping and mixing with your slick and his jeans and you're so turned on you can't find the words.
Leon just kisses your cheek, licking up the tears that escaped and you moan as he kisses you.
Leon thinks his ears are fucking with him. He pulls back, not far enough to let your lips leave his but far enough that he can look at you. There's a dopey grin on your face, and he can feel the shape of your lips as you speak.
"Luh â Love you too, Leon...Love you s'fuckin' much."
It's a miracle no one has pulled the curtains back.
Maybe the noises were keeping them away. Everyone's a voyeur until the chance is actually presented in front of them, right? Hearing the both of you is enough. Seeing is too embarrassing.
You're completely wrong, by the way. Ashley had chased everyone out, locked the goddamn door of this red room with a giggle. Not knowing the true horrors that were hidden.
It was for the best.
Leon has you lifted in his arm, lapping up at the blood on your sternum as his cock bullies in and out of your cunt. The gymnast staring at him from over your shoulder makes him grin and he pulls you firmly down onto his cock, groaning as you squeal.
"Fuh â Fuck! Fuck! Leon!"
You're gripping onto whatever leverage you can find purchase off without ripping off the pictures. But he's balls deep and you keen, hands finding itself tangling with the curtain rod. Leon is so rough, so intent on destroying your cunt as his hot breath protects his name from the air, every jostle and thrust makes you clench around his cock like a vice.
"Fuck, this boypussy's made just for me, huh? Sucks me in every time I pull out, greedy little cunt." His words are making your vision blur with tears, he latches onto your nipple and your arm jerks.
The curtain rod falls with a crash and Leon immediately pulls you in. He shield your naked body with his own, completely ignoring the dead body inches away. He expects horrified screams. The both of you are greeted with silence instead.
The room is empty.
More space to fuck you in, he thinks as he smirks.
Limply, you lay out like a starfish on the couch. Cunt gaping and slick with your juices and blood and his spit. His dick is streaked with blood and your cum coating it, he spits a glob off spit onto your dick and you whine, reaching for a throw pillow to hold onto as he uses his thumb to jerk it.
"Fuck, you look so fucking handsome right now."
"How...how have you not cummed yet...?" You pant out, hips lifting and twisting in an attempt to escape Leon's thumb. He presses your hips down with his other hand and you groan, eyes rolling back.
"Needa' make up for lost time," he says as he licks his lips. "Missed this hole so badly. Shit, look at the way he's winking at me."
"Stop talkin' to my cunt!" He grunts as you kick his shoulder, turning to bite into your calf with a gleeful chuckle.
"Fuck, I wanna make a movie with you." Your pretty little prince-y parts are more forthcoming than you are. Your cock jumps and he sees the way you squeeze down.
"Say less, baby." You try to kick him again but he leans back faster than you. He meanders towards his discarded pants, pulling out his phone. You try to catch your breath, one arm tossed over your eyes as your legs go lax, thighs twitching as you try to calm your heart rate.
The light from his phone feels warm, but maybe that's just you being sensitive. He makes sure it takes in all the details of his carved name, then pans down to your sopping hole and a throaty moan escapes you as his fingers slip inside with ease.
"Jesus, I can feel your heartbeat." The casual way he says it makes you whine, he pumps his three fingers in and out before curling it up, and your back arches. The cutest "ah!" coming from you.
He hopes the phone picks it up. He admires the way you as he lines up his cock to your cunt. Slides it through your lips, hissing in pleasure as he bumps his cock with yours, and you squirm, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Leon, cum in me. Please, fucking Christ, just cum in me already."
His cock is so thick. The stretch of it never fails to make your mouth open in a silent scream, choked-out moans of his name or God escaping. When his balls smack against you, you see white behind your eyelids, and Leon chuckles as he feels your walls spasm around him.
He pulls back. The streaks of liquid on his cock just make him all the more eager. Leon lets the camera take in your body as it takes him. Plowing into you with abandon, bracing himself on his fist as his hips rattle yours.
"Fuck, yes. Tighten up around me, that's it, baby. Yeah, that's it."
He angles the phone away, wanting to see your face without it blocking him. It falls onto the floor and Leon steals your breath away as he kisses yo. His mouth tastes like blood and beer and you.
His brows pinched as his back rippled with pleasure. "I'm close," he warns and you whimper, locking your ankles behind him just as you wrap your arms behind him.
"C'mon, baby. Fill me up, yeah âNghah! Yeah! There, right there! Fill me up, Leon, please â Ah!"
Pressing his forehead with yours, he claims your lips once again and his thrusts get sloppy, uncoordinated. He comes with a moan of your name, sheathed in as deep as he could get and the warmth that fills you makes your cunt clench around him tightly, milking him as your orgasm washes over you for one last time that night.
"Fuck, (Y/N)..." Leon presses gentle kisses to your cheek, stroking your neck as he pants.
"I...I promised Ashley I was gonna jog with her tomorrow," you mumble out, whining as Leon's hips stutter into you. He chuckles, trailing kisses down your neck.
"I'll take responsibility." "You better."
"Poor Michael," Ashley's brows slope as she watches the TV replay the news.
You're honestly impressed Leon managed to sneak out with the goddamn body, he wrapped it up in the curtain if you recalled, and placed it on his backseat. Leon didn't wanna leave you in the car but you were passed out, sleeping peacefully. So he spent a good hour or two just tossing the guy's body in the school's pool.
When you came to, you were at home with him wiping you down and your chest wrapped up.
It's been a week since the two of you were official, Michael's case seemed more and more hopeless â Leon had done a good job erasing traces of evidence. Like a proper killer.
His fingers squeeze your calves, and you groan softly, curling your toes as he massages it. Ashley turns back to peek at the both of you. You with your legs splayed over Leon's lap and him casually working out the kinks in them, all while you were wrapped with a blanket around your shoulders.
"You two aren't the slightest bit scared? He was at the party y'know. Michael and that Ghostface dude," she shudders and looks ahead at the screen. "Fuck, what if I made out with him!?"
Leon snorts, shaking his head. "I'm sure you didn't, Ash." You nod in agreement, adjusting the pillows under you, ignoring the sting of the wound under the bandages.
"Bet if you did, you'd know. He'd be so fucked up you'd probably taste blood in his mouth or somethin' freaky like that." Leon glances your way, and you give him a grin.
Ashley pouts, sinking back. You reach a hand out to play with her golden locks. It makes her shoulders droop and she leans back to you.
"You didn't even know the guy, Ashley. Ya' know what they say about killers, right? They only kill the people they know, you know any killers?"
She thinks about it.
"...You scream at the sight of a cockroach and Leon can barely parallel park without getting teary-eyed..."
"Hey," Leon's ears turn red. "That was one time and everyone was staring, okay?"
Ashley laughs, shaking her head as she switches the channels. Yeah, you were right! She didn't know any killers. She was safe hiding out here in your apartment with Leon until the police wrapped up their investigations.
As long as she had the both of you, she'd be safe. Which she wasn't wrong about â Ashley meant too much to you to be hurt. Her mother didn't have to worry about the Ghostface killers attacking her, the two of them were right behind her. Braiding her hair, asking if she wants popcorn for their movie night.
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GARRETH: Plays baseball. Carries his keys on a lanyard in his pocket. Wears sunglasses on top of a hat. Doesn't go shopping, instead orders all his stuff off the brand websites. Drives a jeep Wrangler. Has a blue heeler naked Duke. Listens to bands like Black Label Society, Godsmack, Chevelle. Is an absolute gentleman to MC, but occasionally rips savage comebacks at them.
SEBASTIAN: Wears hoodies and basketball shorts with socks and slides. Always has his hands in his pockets. Definitely had a tinder at one point. Has been in handcuffs at one point. Smokes weed. Visits hole in the wall food joints and coffee shops. Drives a Mazda hatchback. Listens to Kings of Leon, Artic Monkey's, Billy Idol. Buys MC "sexy presents." Plays the PlayStation. Dances with MC in the kitchen.
OMINIS: Wears soft clothing and sweatpants most of the time when he's at home. Buys Craft coffee and Tea. Occasionally brings MC fancy gifts. Likes wearing expensive clothes when he takes MC out on a date to a fancy place. Enjoys a nice glass of brandy on occasion. Wears expensive colonge. If he could drive he'd own a black Bentley. Enjoys audio books. Listens to Angus & Julia Stone, Lofi, The Lumineers. Likes watching (listening to) Movies on the couch with MC.
LEANDER: Talks shit about Sebastian's clothes but buys the same thing in a different color. Likes going to music festivals. Loves Pie. Likes taking MC to the theater, but laughs and chews the popcorn with his mouth open. Hardly ever compliments the other boys. Likes English tea only and won't drink it sweet. Likes his coffee with foam. Likes beer on tap. Plays Rugby. Listens to Macklemore, Beatles, Linkin Park. Drives a Mustang. Likes going to popular restaurants.
AMIT: Wears polo's and Khaki's. Doesn't like crowds. Always hits MC with random scientific facts. Drinks black iced coffee. Likes EDM music. Listens to David Guetta, Yellow Claw, Akon. Takes MC over to his parents house frequently to eat dinner. Compliments MC everyday, even if they look like shit. Likes watching reaction videos on YouTube. Has a pet bird named Chidiya. Teaches MC how to make his cultural food. Drives a Kia Soul. Won't be "sexy" with MC until he's married.
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WIP Wednesday
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Wine daddy/sending the wrong nude to your dbf instead of your tinder match
The next morning, you wake up to a message notification. Your heart leaps, thinking it's Tinder Joel, but as you reach for your phone, a sense of dread washes over you. The message is from your father's best friend, Joel Miller, a man you've known since childhood and who has seen you grow up. The preview of the message is enough to make your blood run cold.
11:58: "I think you might have sent this to the wrong person, sweetheart."
Panic sets in as you read the full message and your face flames with embarrassment. You type out a flurry of apologies, each one more frantic than the last. Joel's response is swift and unexpected
8:05am: It's all good, baby girl. You don't need those Tinder boys when I'm right here for ya.
Determined to apologize in person and clear the air, you find yourself outside the sleek glass building that houses Joel's wine company Vita Vino: where every sip is a celebration of life. You certainly don't feel very celebratory at this moment. The receptionist leads you up to the top floor, where Joel's office overlooks the city with floor-to-ceiling windows.
Some random thing I just found in my docs
You reach out tentatively, your fingers brushing against the coarse hair on his legs, feeling the solid muscle beneath his skin. You let your hand drift over to where his boxers lay. With a mixture of reverence and desire, you hook your fingers under the fabric and carefully pull it down just enough to reveal what lies beneath. His cock is there in its resting stateâimpressive even in reposeâthick and long with a softness that belies its potential for hardness and power. You remember how it feels when it grows rigid in your hand or against your thighs; how it fills you completely when he's inside you; how it satisfies an ache within you that only he can reach.
Npts: @pascalssbabyy @sawymredfox @mermaidgirl30 @katiexpunk
@604to647 @bitchesuntitled @alltheirdamn @sixhours @pedrosarmsling
@aurorawritestoescape @vivian-pascal @mothandpidgeon @starry-eyes-love @magpiepills
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Hi Liv,
Do you have any recs where Draco is Harryâs gay awakening?
Thank you đ Youâre the absolute best.
Thank you, anon đ I got a few recs for you, these also include bi awakening. Btw Writcraft and ignatiustrout are great authors that often explore this theme in their works so I highly recommend checking their ao3. Enjoy!
Bridges by @cavendishbutterfly (E, 16k)
Harry and Draco are on a trip to Budapest to help with Kingsley's re-election, but that's the boring bit. More interesting: Harry Potter is changing his Tinder preferences to include men.
Poor Unfortunate Souls by @doubleappled (E, 19k)
Draco is a potioneer. Harry is trying to save his sex-challenged marriage. Everything is a mess, but at least there's an octopus in the lobby.
Harry Potter and The Bisexual Awakening by @writcraft (E, 23k)
Harry is perfectly content being single, heterosexual and living in Godric's Hollow with his very clingy rescue dog, Snitch. When Draco Malfoy turns up on Harry's doorstep demanding that Harry teach him how to drive, things quickly become a lot more complicated.
The Venice Job by nishizono (E, 25k)
Harry Potter was one of the youngest Aurors in history. He was the Boy Who Lived, and the Boy Who Lived Again. He loved Guinness and Quidditch, and hated pineapple. He wrote letters to Hagrid every Thursday, and on Sundays, he visited Hermione and Ron. Harry Potter was also not gay.
Buds, Blooms, and Beards by @corvuscrowned (E, 27k)
Harry and Ginny have built an easy, happy life for themselves after the war. They run a thriving plant shop together, they have a great relationship, and they're definitely not gay.
Around You Moves by ignatiustrout (M, 29k)
Harry knew Draco was gay when he invited him to move in. Heâs never had a problem with this. So why does he feel so weird about Draco bringing men home all of a sudden?
War Wounds by SilentAuror (E, 30k)
Some wounds take longer to recover from than others. HP/DM, with background HP/GW. Themes of alcoholism, love triangles, and dubious fidelity.
On One's Knees by pir8fancier (E, 34k)
The war is over and to the victors go the spoils. If you are triggered by infidelity, this is not the fic for you.
Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (M, 49k)
Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"
The Beauty of Thestrals and Other Unseen Things by @writcraft (E, 63k)
Harry has terrific friends, an amazing girlfriend and his job as Head Auror enables him to work on challenging cases and Ministry reform. He just wishes he could work out why heâs been so out of sorts.
Reparo by amalin (E, 85k)
Voldemort's final defeat does not mean Harry Potter's troubles are over; far from it. In the aftermath of war, he returns to a Hogwarts that is fractured and divided, but this is no break that can be fixed with a spell. New owls, fading scars, surprising alliancesâand along the way, the hardest task of all, to live with it.
Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose and dustmouth (T, 96k)
Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.
Level Two: Series One by Ashii Black (ashiiblack), blamebrampton, Catsintheattic, dustmouth, epithalamium, incandescent (lmeden), josephinestone (orphan_account), leveltwo, nerakrose, raitala, Romaine, Vaysh, Writcraft (E, 113k)
Witches and wizards are disappearing in a seemingly random fashion. Coincidence? Abductions? But no one is claiming ransom. The Aurors are not even sure the disappearances are connected, then one of the missing turns up dead. Meanwhile, Auror Harry Potter is thrown into the infamous Sirius Black Muggle murder case from 25 years ago.
Star Quality by who_la_hoop (E, 118k)
Two years after the war, and Harryâs content with his life. OK, so itâs a little annoying that he keeps winning Witch Weeklyâs Most Eligible Bachelor award, and heâs really not looking forward to the unveiling of an enormous gold statue of himself, but he loves his friends, and he loves being an Auror. And if he yearns for something more, something he can barely bring himself to think about, well, heâll probably get over it. No oneâs happy all the time, are they?
Things Worth Knowing by Femme and noeon (E, 164k)
After the Battle, Harry thinks he's left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco's just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He's hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems. Unfortunately for him, Potter appears to be one of those problems.
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sometimes i like to think abt accidentally getting knocked up by touya and he immediately expresses distain for having a child and you understand, but youâve always wanted a child. so you part ways without a grudge and have the baby and then you bump into touya at the market with his baby on your hip and he canât help how his heart picks up at the sight of you holding his kid
imagine that you and him were just a random tinder match with one another, both with the agreement to have just some no strings attached fun. while there wasnât a relationship per se, you and him get close enough to know what you want in the future; you want a family and he doesnât.
and you didnât plan to have that family for a while of course, but next thing you know thereâs two positive pregnancy tests sitting in your bathroom. touya notices that you kinda withdraw for a bit, occasionally checking in but doesnât necessarily go out of his way since youâre not his girlfriend. after some time mulling it over, you decide to break the news. heâs not happy and well⌠youâre uncomfortable.
you decided to keep it.
to be honest you werenât going to expect him to take responsibility because in the end, you and touya do not know each other well enough to rely on one another. even discussing an attempt at the possibility of co-parenting with him ends in this stalemate. you donât want to be locked in baby daddy drama either so you decide for him; youâre having this baby without him.
itâs not a guilt trip or anything to make him concede to you, no chasing after for child support from him or expecting anything else. touya does not want to be a father but you are already a mother.
in front of one another, the two of you delete each otherâs information from your phones along with any evidence of the two of you together which really only consisted of your text chain and the occasional nude. he tells you good luck and you bid him goodbye.
you have a healthy baby boy, taking more after you in his looks but he has his fatherâs eyes. after delivering, you canât help but let your mind wander to touya and wonder what heâs up to. you donât get to dwell long though because your baby starts crying in his crib and now motherhood truly begins for you.
on a summer day when your son is just a little over a year old, you carry him on your hip as you walk through a market. you were just passing on through to buy a birthday card and then needing to drop off your son at your motherâs house before heading over to your friendâs birthday party. you talk to your son, acting like heâs apart of the card decision making, picking one up to present to him and laughing when he smacks it away.
you donât notice touya at the very end of aisle, having recognized your voice as he passed by and doing a double take when he realizes itâs you. he hides himself a little, peeking his eye around the corner. you still rock a summer dress very well, even after having a baby, after having his baby. he observes quietly, wondering at all if it was appropriate to make himself known to you. from afar, touya sees that your son resembles more you than him but he wonder if that kid will grow up to be a little stinker like he was when he was a brat.
your son holds tightly to a card you hand him and you praise him for choosing the right one for his auntie. you adjust him on your hip and start to walk towards the self checkout aisle. touya sees his sonâs face, gets a glimpse of turquoise blue that he inherited from his father and is passed down to your kid. and really he should keep his distance, let you go on about your day and he should go on with his.
and yet he follows in your direction, leaving behind his basket, and heâs tapping your shoulder before he can even think twice about it. âhey (name)âŚâ
âoh⌠touya?â
#what a prompt nonny i really really like it!#i like to imagine that after touya and the reader departed that he couldnât bother with hooking up for a while#mostly it was because he didnât want to chance another accidental pregnancy with someone else but also he couldnât move on from you either#not in a sense that he actually wanted to be with you kind of way but just that now you had this permanent tie to him#and it just sits on his mind that out there you had his baby and heâs not there even tho it was a mutual decision#he probably did move on to some degree at some point and he knows that he still doesnât want kids#but seeing you and his son together just made him feel a certain type of way#dabi x reader#todoroki touya x reader#dabi angst#k.inbox
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Random milgram characters using socials headcanons
Haruka Sakurai
â˘Uses smaller like tumblr etc and instagram. Username is either a keyboard spam or default username like @user514241215551927; pfp is default or a photo of his mother
â˘Only subscribed to Muu's channel and never posted anything
â˘Reposted some angsty stuff and spammed Es with Muu-related rambling
Yuno Kashiki
â˘Def an instagram and tinder user; username is something with AESTHETIC FONT and emojis, like đđđđ đđśđđ˝đžđđž(ŕšâšĎâšŕš )đâ¨
â˘Posts her probably photoshopped selfies with a lot of filters and effects, aesthetic food pics or cute vlogs; pfp is her photo
â˘Actually has a lot of subscribers (mostly of them are men), subscribed to Muu and Mahiru
Fuuta Kajiyama
â˘Twitter and discord user, maybe a Roblox fan. His nickname is something like @turbokajiyama666 etc, also he has ds nitro and had bought a lot of robux. Profile pic is a typical 2017 COOL FORTNITE BOY PFPđĽâźď¸
â˘Argues with users, sometimes posts his gameplays and speedruns. Or his arguing with others in multiplayer games
â˘His account was raided by Kotoko for multiple timesđđ
Muu Kusunoki
â˘Instagram, pinterest and whisper user. Username is also smthn aesthetic, like Yuno's. Pfp is her faceless photo showing her expensive ass outfit
â˘Posts coquettecore old money whispers, but sometimes they are unintentionally mean and toxic. Also she would drop her skincare routine and her closet?? Idk
â˘Is VEERY POPULAR
Shidou Kirisaki
â˘Facebook user. Username is his full name, like @KirisakiShidou05. Pfp is a photo of him with his family, later he changed it to a landscape pic (???)
â˘Posts health care info and family photos. Probably stopped posting and only subscribed to diff doctor channels?
â˘Not popular at all
Mahiru Shiina
â˘Insta/Facebook user, nickname is basic and cute? Like @mappichann. Matches pfps with her boyfriend
â˘Posts cute nature pics, photos of bf, her selfies and food. Pretty similar to Muu's account, but more comforting and cozy vibes??
â˘Not really popular, but it's alright for her, she never wanted to be popular. But somehow Kotoko found her account and later tried to cancel her because of "TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS!!"
Kazui Mukuhara
â˘Default facebook dad. Username is like Shidou's, just his name and random numbers, pfp is he sitting in the bar
â˘Posts photos with his wife and occasionaly dad jokes/minion fb memes
â˘Has a secret account, where he subscribed to lgbt blogs. Is afraid of someone finding out abt it (Yuno did this. He is genuinely confused, how the hell she found it)
Amane Momose
â˘Facebook/insta user. Pfp is her school photo?Username is smthn like @littlemissamane? I have no ideađ
â˘Account is religious-themed in a bit creepy way? But actually she is very nice online. Always writes stuff like "Amen" or "God bless you" under posts
â˘Small amount of followers. Probably most of them are old Catholic ladies; Kotoko suspected, that this is a cult and reported them
Mikoto Kayano
â˘Uses any socials possible, mostly for chatting with other ppl. Nickname is @userjohnnn, he doesn't remember writing this, but ignores it. Pfp is his blurry and funny selfie
â˘Posts nice vlogs, always talkative. But sometimes his posts getting aggressive and mean due to John; once John got into a massive argument with Kotoko
â˘Unstable amount of followers, cuz ppl always blocking him because of John-created posts
Kotoko Yuzuriha
â˘Also uses all socials. Pfp is a cool werewolf pic, username is @wolfofjustice or anything simular and edgy
â˘That one extremely aggressive and pushy anti-proshipper. Doxxes ANYONE and ANYTHING, including children. Is a Fuuta's and Mikoto (John's) arch nemesis, their accounts were very close to get banned bc of her reports
â˘Kinda popular. Follows Es and they scare everyone
!!BONUS!! Es
â˘Username is just @es448219825826, pfp is something judge-related. Uses twitter
â˘Posts rarely, most of the time anonymously stalks accounts to assume, are ppl guilty on not. Then he tweets threads abt discussing a verdict
â˘Shares a lot of followers with Kotoko
//THIS IS PROBABLY OOC AND DONT MAKES SENSE BUT ANYWAAAAYS
#milgram#headcanon#haruka sakurai#yuno kashiki#fuuta kajiyama#muu kusunoki#shidou kirisaki#mahiru shiina#kazui mukuhara#amane momose#mikoto kayano#kotoko yuzuriha#es milgram#this is awful idk
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whenever i think of bumble/dove i think abt that one tweet where the girl convinces the boy she met on tinder they have the same number
bumblestripe: thatâs my number if you ever want to text
dovewing: wait wtf thatâs my number
bumblestripe: thatâs impossible call that number right now
dovewing: text it
bumblestripe: iâm texting myself try calling me real quick
dovewing: it wonât let me call it
bumblestripe: this is so weird iâve this number since i was an apprentice
dovewing: wait youâre joking right ur not fucking w me are you?
bumblestripe: no iâm not are you
dovewing: how could i make this shit up? what carrier do u have
bumblestripe: do you get like weird texts all the time?
bumblestripe: sprint, you?
dovewing: i get random calls and shit
dovewing: NO FUCKING WAY!!!! they fucked up they gave us the same goddamn number
bumblestripe: i wish i could call you
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hi everyone đ i wrote something  [[the one where i found this in my google docs from months and months ago and finally finished it and accidentally created a teeny tiny fwb au]]
âIs this why you invited me over?â
Lexa humphs. She tries to take her phone back from Clarkeâs grabby little hands but no luck; Clarke uses her shoulder to block her, shoulders rounding as she leans over the phone possessively like Gollum with a ring.Â
âItâs not, but - oh, wow, Lex. These are - these are really bad.â Clarke can barely get her words out around the laughter bubbling up from her chest. Lexaâs ears burn and her cheeks pink as she collapses back against the couch, half wishing the cushion would just swallow her whole. She crosses her arms and tucks her chin against her sternum, the definition of sulking while Clarke ridicules her dating profile. She swipes through profile pictures - the main one with Lexa proudly holding an 8lb bass sheâd caught last summer, the next of her locked in an arm-wrestling match with Anya, another posing with Lincolnâs golden retriever puppy in the middle of a baseball diamond.Â
Lexa thought the pictures were good, making her look attractive and showcasing some of her personality - outdoorsy, athletic, good with animals.Â
Clarke apparently doesnât share her opinion.Â
âThe fish pictures. What is it with the fish pictures? I thought it was a straight white boy thing but. Well, you donât quite fit that bill.âÂ
âIâve gotten a lot of matches and compliments on my pictures, thanks. Especially on the one with the bass. Can I have my phone back now?â
âYeah, I see that. Hm, here - Kylie Jones. Has a boyfriend but wants to experiment if you can be discreet. Sheâs excited to have found a lesbian that isnât so âbutchyâ - her words, definitely not mine. And then Dana Walters, who has a Letâs Go Brandon t-shirt on in her profile pic. Really reeling in the all-around 10s I can see.â
âAlright, thatâs enough.â Lexa lurches forward and catches Clarke by surprise enough to wrest her phone out of her hands. She promptly hits the lock button and slips it back into her pocket. âTheyâre not all like that. Iâve gotten plenty of perfectly nice, fully vaccinated girls replying too.â
âWhy are you even on Tinder?â Clarke changes her line of questioning. âIâve never heard of anything good coming from it. People just use it to hook up.â
Lexa shrugs. âMaybe thatâs all Iâm looking for. Iâm not searching for love.âÂ
Because sheâs already found it. She exchanges a meaningful look with Clarke, who undoubtedly picks up on her unspoken thought. But Clarke had told her she isnât ready to be with anyone, not yet. 6 months ago. And Lexaâs willing to wait - she knows that Clarkeâs ex-boyfriend had cheated on her and understands that she isnât ready to jump back into dating right away. But sheâs also human and has needs and 6 months is a long time. So, Tinder.
Clarke looks thoughtful. She keeps staring at Lexa and Lexa stares back, not quite sure why her heart is beating a little faster in her chest. âSo youâre just looking for meaningless sex? No strings attached?âÂ
âYeah, I guess.â
âI can do that.â Clarke looks completely serious but Lexaâs certain she must be joking. Sheâd rejected her when she'd asked her out on a date all those months ago and theyâve been platonic friends ever since, and now this? Sheâs offering sex? Cannot compute. âYou donât need to go out and meet these random strangers. That doesnât sound safe, or fun.â
Lexa can think of a dozen reasons thatâs a horrible idea, starting with the fact that sheâs in love with Clarke and Clarke is not in love with her. Itâs a recipe for a disaster. âUh, itâs nice of you to offer but -âÂ
âAre you horny right now?â Clarke interrupts, effectively shutting Lexa up. âBecause if Iâm honest youâve been driving me nuts in those jeans all day.â Her eyes rake up and down Lexaâs body and Lexa swallows, mouth suddenly dry. Clarkeâs hand is on her knee now and she isnât sure how or when it got there.Â
âClarke, we really shouldnât,â she says, but sheâs unable to keep the hitch out of her breath when Clarke scoots a little closer, slides her hand a little higher. It could be a trick of the light but it looks like her pupils have gotten bigger, infiltrating normally-blue territory.Â
âYou donât want to?â
âYou know I do,â Lexa laments. âItâs just that -â
âFeelings. I know,â Clarke sighs. Sheâs rubbing circles over the faded denim covering Lexaâs inner thigh now, absentmindedly. âSo youâd really rather fuck some stranger?â
âNot at all,â Lexa admits. âButâŚâÂ
âMaybe it would be easier than you think. To separate the physical from feelings?â Clarke suggests. Lexaâs pretty sure sex would just compound her feelings. She bites her lip, torn and uncertain. Her heart and her body want one thing but her head is warning her against it. âOkay. Okay, Iâll stop pushing, Iâm sorry. Iâm being an asshole. You said no.â Clarke says, smiling in a sweetly apologetic way. She pulls away and returns to her separate space on the couch, sighing, looking adorably flustered.Â
Flustered because she wants Lexa. Fuck. And Lexa wants her. So what are they even doing, sitting here feeling tortured? Her resolve breaks quickly. âOkay,â she says. Clarkeâs eyes snap up to meet hers, full of question. âI know you said youâre not ready for a relationship right now, but if you feel like youâre ready to sleep together then we can try -â
Clarke is across the couch and in Lexaâs lap so quickly it almost knocks the wind out of her. Lexa had thought she was the only one pining and wanting and lusting after her best friend but despite Clarkeâs rejection, she seems equally as desperate and frantic as she crushes her lips to Lexaâs. And fuck, itâs even better than Lexa had imagined it would be. Clarkeâs lips taste like her vanilla chapstick and she winds her fingers through Lexaâs hair and Lexa has never felt so consumed by a kiss. So wholly unable to think of anything else, her pulse fluttering wildly as her hands find and settle on Clarkeâs hips. Clarke reacts to the touch and grinds down and Lexa is briefly embarrassed by the moan that flies out of her mouth, until Clarke mumbles, âFuck, thatâs so hot,â against her lips. She nips at Lexaâs lower lip then, pulling it between her teeth and biting down just hard enough to sting, eliciting another moan.Â
Lexa normally prefers to maintain a little bit more control during sexual encounters, but with Clarke in her lap kissing her furiously and rocking her hips she finds herself more than willing to relinquish some control. Things move fast and slow simultaneously from there, time blurring as they lose themselves in one another, all roaming hands and hungry mouths. After an indeterminate amount of time Clarke reaches down and deftly undoes the button of Lexaâs jeans. Following a quick check-in to which Lexa very quickly consents, Clarke slips her hand under the elastic of Lexaâs underwear and runs her fingers through her, finding her already slick with anticipation.Â
âFuck, Clarke,â Lexa gasps at the sensation, hips jerking involuntarily.Â
âIâve got you,â Clarke murmurs softly, stilling long enough that Lexa opens her eyes, not quite remembering when sheâd shut them in the first place. Sheâs not prepared for what she sees; the softness in Clarkeâs eyes as they search hers, the lust and want clear in them but also somethingâŚelse. Something she canât quite put her finger on, and she doesnât have time because Clarke starts moving again and renders her incapable of thinking of anything other than how fucking good that feels.Â
âIâve got you,â Clarke says again, before leaning back in to swallow Lexaâs groans.
Lexa is fucked - literally and figuratively. Because the more Clarke says that, and the more Clarke keeps touching her like that, the more she realizes that ready for her or not, sheâs already very much Clarkeâs.
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not your usual saturday night â x.mh
pairing. xu minghao x fem!reader
genre. fluff(?)
summary. when saturday rolls around, minghao expects to be sitting in his apartment, all wrapped up in his blankets with a steaming cup of tea beside him. he certainly did not expect to find himself at a damn frat party, holding a can of beer while a girl's breasts are being pushed up in front of him (on accident, of course). never in a million years did he imagine that. but here we are.
warnings. frat party activities mentioned. alcohol consumption.
wc. 1.6k (FUCK IT UP LESGOO)
minghao huffs out in boredom as he rolls his eyes, unable to tolerate the amount of sweaty bodies around him, yelling and whooping at two people who were grinding up against one another in the living room of the house. to the left of him, he spotted a guyânot any older than minghao isâhanding a bag of some kind of white powder (probably drugs) to a younger looking kid, a sophomore at most. along the stairs, he sees two guys making out, their intoxicated smiles and giggles muffled by the blaring music that would probably get the cops here in the next few hours.
so to put it short: not his usual saturday night.
minghao makes a beeline to the kitchen, getting himself a drink from the fridge. he eyes a couple of beers and hard seltzers, and a large bottle of vodka at the bottom. sighing out, he opts for the beer, reaching out for the blue can before he feels a hand on his shoulder. turning his head around, heâs met with the captain of the varsity football team, otherwise known as kim mingyu. but people really prefer to just call him âthe tall guyâânot to his face, of course, but who can blame them? the man is literally 6â2.
âminghao? didnât really take you for a college-frat-parties kinda guy.â mingyu teases, flashing his canine smile at the chinese boy, making the latter just smile and laugh a little. âyeah, iâm really not. seokmin dragged me here.â minghao scratches the back of his head, closing the fridge behind him as he faces mingyu.
âof course he did.â mingyu laughs, patting his back. âalright, iâm gonna join the others in the living room. wanna come?â minghao shakes his head. âno, itâs fine. iâll just be hanging around here for a bit. it feels really stuffy in there.â mingyu visibly deflates at minghaoâs rejection, but he just shrugs, smiling again. âitâs alright. i get what you mean. well, if you wanna join us, weâll just be chilling there all night.â mingyu says before walking off towards the living room.
âfuck you, seokmin.â minghao curses, cracking open his can of beer before taking a swig of it.
âbut itâs my girlfriendâs best friendâs birthday!â seokminâminghaoâs best friend since high schoolâyells. minghao rolls his eyes at the korean boyâs attempt at getting him to come to just another random party.
âand why do i have to come?â minghao asks, raising his eyebrow.
âi heard the birthday girl is singleâŚâ minghao groans as seokmin wiggles his eyebrows at him.
âlook, seokmin. i appreciate you being the living version of tinder for me, but iâm not interested in dating, more or less getting involved with anyone at the moment.â
âOH COME ON! please?! give it just ONE chance! if it doesnât work out, i promise i wonât help your sad, single butt anymore!â
bless his heart for not saying âassâ.
and thatâs how he ended up in a frat house party with almost half the arts department population in it.
he walks off into the house, trying to find any empty rooms, but in almost every room he looks into, there are people getting high, getting dicked down, or people just hanging out with their friends. finally, he finds a room thatâs just occupied by a girl sitting at a desk, the room illuminated by her study lamp.
âhello?â minghao asks as he closes the door, looking around. âhi?â she says back, looking up from her laptop screen. the girl didnât seem out of place at all. in fact, she was wearing a sparkly green dress that fell off her shoulders, and had a deep neckline. the orange light of the lamp beside her gave the girl a warm glow as she blinked at minghao, who just stood there, before he realises that heâs just been blatantly eyeing down some random girl who was probably trying to get work done.
âoh! uh, iâm sorry, it was just a bit too much out there, soâŚyâknow.â minghao smiles, gesturing towards the room.
âyeah i get it.â the girl says, smiling back at him.
minghao couldnât help but notice how sober the girl sounded, and maybe also how her voice sounded pretty husky and attractive when itâs resounding off such an empty study room, only filled with a desk, small couch, and empty shelves where textbooks and novels should be.
âyou wanna maybe sit down? there should be a couch over there. or i can move to the couch and you can-â
âno! itâsâŚitâs fine. iâm fine with the couch. thanks.â minghao turns down her offer and goes to sit on the couch.
the two college kids just continue to sit in silence, minghao pulling out his phone and just mindlessly scrolling through his instagram page as the girl continues to work on whatever she was typing away at on her laptop, until she decides to break the silence.
âiâm sorry, itâs probably so awkward. whatâs your name?â
âminghao. you?â
ây/n.â
âwhat major?â minghao asks, putting away his phone as he showed more interest in the conversation than the dog freaking out over a balloon on his phone.
âpsych.â
âokay now iâm scared of you.â minghao chuckles, making y/n laugh out loud, shutting her laptop before she leans back.
âi get that a LOT. i just donât understand why you hate us?!â y/n whines, crossing her arms as her breasts push up, the action making minghao flustered as he looks away.
âi-itâs just thatâŚyou guys can likeâŚread our minds! thatâs creepy, dude! like if iâm doing a certain action, yâall know whatâs going on in our minds and like you know what to do!â minghao throws his arms in the air, accidentally slamming one of them on the shelf behind him. he hisses in pain as he brings down his arm, noticing that he had hit his hand on the sharp edge of the shelf.
âoh shit are you okay?â y/n immediately gets up, rushing over to minghao to hold his arm, turning on the light to get a better look at any damage.
as y/n hovered over him, minghao blushes as he tries to distract himself from the view in front of him: y/nâs chest just being pushed up in front of his face. although hers werenât as large as some others minghao had seen, he couldnât lie that they still were just as distracting.
âi-i think iâm okay, y/n.â minghao lowly mutters, making the girl notice their position. she immediately pulls away, pulling up her bodycon dress over her chest as she looks down, mumbling an apology.
instead of saying anything, minghao pats the empty spot beside him on the couch, the two once again sitting in silence before speaking out his thoughts.
âyou know what, this party is kinda boring. you wanna like, go over to my place, or we can hang out at yours?â minghao speaks up, looking at y/n, to which she looks stunned.
âiâm sorry, what?â
âiâŚi just askedâŚif you wannaâŚgo to myâŚplaceâŚâcause this party isâŚboring.â minghao just quietly trails off as the girl stares back at him, a dejected yet amused look in her eyes.
âthis isâŚthis is my birthday party.â y/n says, making minghaoâs eyes go wide.
âoh. OH. OH I AM SO SORRY-â
âitâs fine, my best friend planned the entire thing. i guess she used my birthday as an excuse to party, to be honest. sheâs probably making out with her suckass boyfriend. whatâs his name again? seokâŚwhat? seokjin?â
âitâs seokmin.â
âthatâs the one!â
â...heâs my friend.â
âohâŚoh shit iâm so sorry, i didnâtââ minghao shakes his head as he laughs softly, his eyes forming into crescents as the ends crinkle. âno, no youâre good. he really does suck up to her like no tomorrow. itâs so sickening sometimes.â minghao brushes it off, making the girl soften at his nature.
âi guess weâre both even on accidentally insulting the wrong party.â minghao starts giggling, his laugh sounding more like a pretty twinkle in her ears, and y/n finds herself being entranced by the way minghaoâs eyes form crescents when he smiles widely, and the way his teeth look so perfect and cute as he beams. the wayâ
y/n snaps out of her little trance when minghao snaps his fingers in front of her, making her blink twice before apologising, flustered at how she was just caught staring at probably one of the prettiest guys sheâs ever seen since she stepped foot into campus.
âi was just saying that those twoâseokmin and your friendâare just like each other.â minghao gestures towards the door behind y/n, making her chuckle as she nods in agreement.
âthey really are, itâs crazy.â she agrees, laughing at herself as she distracts herself by playing with her fingers, trying to ignore the heat creeping into her cheeks. âfunny enough, seokmin was trying to set me up with you, playing all cupid or whatever.â minghao chuckles, making the girlâs eyes widen.
âno way! hyejin was going to set me up with you too! saying that you would be just my type and shit!â y/n gasps, throwing her arm onto minghaoâs shoulder, making the poor guy freeze and hyperfixate on the way her touch made him shiver (in a good way, of course). clearing his throat, minghao speaks up.
âiâm your type?â he wiggles his eyebrows, making the girl bashfully look away as she retreats her hand, smiling to herself. before she can say anything, minghao grabs a hold of her hand again, grasping it firmly. âif iâm your type, then do you want to go on a date with me? because you seem like my type too, y/n.â minghao smiles with reassurance, squeezing her hand for comfort.
the silence prolongs before y/n smiles again.
âyes, i would love that, minghao.â
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hiiii :) hope ur doing well !!
Can i get shisui with prompts 4 & 12 (separate pls)
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Hi darling! Better late than never!!đĽšâ¤ď¸â𩹠Dont get mad at me :(
(I've written number 12 so many times at this point that I can't even think of what to addđ¤Łđ)
Im using what Sam provided the other day for this oneđŠđŤąđźâđŤ˛đź
NSFW prompts!
4) READER is famous for faking all their orgasms and Shisui takes it as a challenge. Later Shisui is counting all readerâs orgasms during sex.
"You're disappointing me, (Y/N), especially after the things you said. Do you want to stop?" he asks with all the audacity in the world, a mischievous grin on his face as if he hadn't been fucking her for a full hour. He didn't even take care to finish, but made sure to make her feel for the first time in her life.
It is customary for (Y/N) to mention with all of her affairs the fact that none of them really manage to arouse pleasure between her legs, and she uses it as a pathetic fact when at the end of the night, the man in her bed accomplished nothing more than to make her pretend like a porn star.
There is wonderful satisfaction in destroying the heart of every person who passes by her bedroom, as though she collects them, and she believed that today's adventure would be no different than usual.
After a match on Tinder and a brief introduction to each other, it wasn't hard to arrange an evening time to meet. (Y/N) started the night talking about how she only gets satisfaction from her toys, and that no man is truly good in bed. Her intended victim, Shisui, according to his profile, nodded at every comment she made, smiling into his glass as if mocking the stories she told.
He even dared to ask sober questions "How do you like it?" "Where do you feel the most?" "What are the things you can't tolerate?" "Swallowing or spitting?", and she thought he was simply giving himself encouragement to try, do his best, and fail like everyone else.
It was outrageous and infuriating, making her even more eager to test him.
She closed her monologue with a "let's see what you have to offer, pretty boy", and didn't expect to scream the way she did when Shisui brought out what he was hiding.
For the first time in her whole damn life, someone touched her clit with precision, sending tickles all the way to the tip of her head and making her moan involuntarily. The man merely smiled, and when (Y/N) wanted to fire with her own heavy artillery, he silenced her with a rampant kiss.
He made her finish twice on his fingers before even removing his pants, and all pride went down the drain as she lost control over the tremors in her legs.
"Need a break, pretty girl?" the man comes up to her face level, crouching down on the floor next to her. His eyes are even sweet, but the constant smirk implanted on his face only tells of how inflated his ego is becoming.
"No... I don!-" Her sentence is interrupted by the head of his cock, and a prominent length burying itself carelessly in her throat. All the finesse Shisui presented at the beginning of the night now seems like a disguise he used to get into her bed, listening to her complaints about the sexual inability of any average man.
The problem is that this Uchiha is nothing of the sort, but rather a force to be reckoned with.
"Swallow it all then, and don't stop touching yourself love, we're not done with that pussy." He fucks her throat as if it were a random hole, holding her by the hair and making sharp movements with his hips. He doesn't slow down even when he feels her gagging, allowing her relief only when (Y/N) squeezes his leg.
They engage in that cycle a few more times until she runs out of oxygen, unable to think or process any more pleasure.
Shisui lifts her up by her arms and guides her to the bed, causing the girl to fall onto her back. He controls and moves her hands, making her hold her legs below her knees. Her cunt is completely exposed, and she only hears some spitting before she is filled.
(Y/N) screams out loud from the mixture of pleasure and overstimulation, pussy used like never before, and Shisui giving no slack with the pace he keeps up. The Uchiha looks like a well-oiled machine as he thrusts in and out, both hands on the side of her head and staring at her.
He holds her by the jaw as he kisses her with what seems like pure passion, all the fire one stranger can feel for another, and whispers "I thought you'd have more to offer, you said too many stupid things before you even saw me naked."
She can't reply to that, nor does she manage to analyze how the man can sustain such a violent rhythm and speak as if not agitated. Both hips collide again and again, as his balls slap against her buttocks. He forces one of her hands to release her leg and move towards that area, making her hold his sack in hand and squeeze.
"Just like that (Y/N), pull⌠good girl." He sounds a little more worked up, without lowering the level of seriousness of his thrusts. "Such a good fucking girl, and such a tight pussy, shit..."
She doesn't even register the force she puts into her grip, nor in how her other hand unthinkingly goes to her clit, finishing again over Shisui's penetrations. The man seems to approve of her action, and that's what sends him through his wonderful peak.
(Y/N) thinks about the fact that he wasn't even wearing a condom when she feels him come on her stomach, but doesn't have the heart or strength to worry about it.
12) Imagine that Shisui and READER lived together. Shisui comes home one day and hears loud moaning coming from their bedroom, recognizing readerâs voice. Shisui assumes, to their horror, that reader is cheating on them, and they rush to the bedroom and open the door. Instead of seeing a cheating partner, Shisui actually walks in on reader masturbating/using sex toys.
"(Y/N) WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH- oh" Is the intonation with which Shisui enters the room, determined to kill the man between his wife's legs and leave her as soon as the blood dries on his hands.
He is usually greeted from his missions with hot food and love, kisses, hugs, good sex, but today all he heard as he walked through the door were moans, merciless and familiar, (Y/N)'s sweet voice screaming to the four winds without a care.
He didn't even take the time to analyze the situation, to decide if it was worth listening or to look for another presence on the perimeter, his anger fueled by the weariness of coming home after days of killing people.
Life is hard, and Shisui just wanted to hug his wife.
When he finally walks through the door, he eats for breakfast the image of his frightened wife, and a vibrant pink toy he has never seen in her hands, attacking that spot only he knows how to work well. He doesn't know whether to feel jealous at being replaced by that vibrator, or happy that he (Y/N) isn't fucking anyone else.
"I didn't mean to interrupt you, love, go on. Do you mind if I stay and watch?"
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