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AIGHT YA GIRLIE HAS PULLED UP TO THE PARTY đïžđš MOODBOARDS ARE EATING CONCEPTS ARE EATING THE FEW BULLETPOINTS I'VE SEEN IN PASSING ARE EATING I AM SAT AND READY
joong being a natural leader and having a certain way of pulling people's attention is so true like he may be shawty in blue or twink in pink but damn is he MADE to be the centre
(not me having to look up the meaning of philanthropist LOL)
AHHH YES READER DELULU FOR HONGJOONG 2.0 WILL THEY PLAY EACH OTHER AGAIN THIS TIME
as helpless as sheeps in a herd (wait also sheeps? sheep?? HAHAHA) honestly same for hongjoong i will be a sheep blindly following him off the edge of the cliff đ»âïž
heh hongjoong getting a thrill out of playing the leader DOM VIBES ???? he can be my leader RAHHHHH đčđčđčđčđč
OH WOW IN THE FORM OF LOVEMAKING DID I JUST MANIFEST SOMETHING THE TRAILING OF HIS FINGER IS SUDDENLY SO SPICY OOH LA LA
i too would willingly put a blindfold over my eyes for him đđ©âđŠŻ
OH WOAH WOAH WOAH HELLO??? YOU DID NAWT TELL ME YOU WERE WRITING SMUT ASKFLJHDSKGLJSDG GORLIE YOU SPICY OMG SITTING ON HIS LAP RAHHHHHHH
oof exploiting people now for the greater good of the nation it's so morally grey and literally how politics operates (LOL AND THE FACT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT HOW POLITICS IS YOUR TRADEMARK BC IT ALWAYS SOMEHOW GETS INCORPORATED IN YOUR FICS)
OOF CAN'T VS WON'T LEAVE YOU
AGAIN MOODBOARDS EATING EVEN THOUGH I'VE ALREADY SEEN THEM
THESIS SUPERVISOR ADKFLJSDHGKLSJG PROJECTING REAL LIFE EXPERIENCES INTO YOUR FIC ASKLJFHDSKJHGFS
you've always had a different air about you âšyou're not like other girlsâš
okay but like girlie i get it BEING THAT CLOSE UP TO HWA AND BRUSHING HIS HAIR OUT OF HIS EYES i'd be an absolute goner too like i'm in the process of eating all the scissors in the world
omg please gentle and composed hwa but also clumsy and rough at times tHAT IS LITERALLY HIM HE'S JUST A BABY đ„čđ«¶
ohohohohohohohoh hwa ohohohohohohohohohohoh brushing against each other hohohohohoohohohohoh how unprofessional hohohohohohohohohoh okay now my turn
YEAH WHO WOULDN'T LIKE THE ATTENTION HWA GIVES THEM LIKE ONE LOOK FROM HIM AND MY PROBLEMS WOULD BE SOLVED THE CROPS WOULD BE WATERED THERE WOULD BE WORLD PEACE
ASFJKLHSDGLSDHG LICK HIS THUMB AND RUB YOUR SKIN STOP I'M NOT OKAY RN THE IMAGE THAT I JUST CONJURED IN MY MIND DFKJDSHGKSGHJ THE AUDACITY YUMI
WOAH WOAH WOAH EVEN HWA IS DOING THE SPICY WITH YOU WOAH YUMI YOU DID N A W T TELL ME ABOUT THIS DO ALL THE BOYS DO THE SPICY ??? WHO ARE YOU
omg can i just say i love the last line thing you're doing with all the fics summing up their villain roles and their relo with the reader very demure very mindful very cutesy đ
god can you imagine going on a blind date and meeting YUNHO like mum dad i am ready to be wed and married to this fine gentleman tyvm i would like our banquet to be held tomorrow :D
CORPORATE LAWYER YUNHO RAHHHH HE'S SO HOT i would commit a crime just so i can see him in court heehee đ€
UM SCHOOL TEACHER WHO WORKS WITH CHILDREN THAT IS CLOSE ENOUGH THAT'S BASICALLY ME YUNHO IS MY HUBBY CONFIRMED đ€
you also like how tall he is and how his hand engulfs yours almost entirely my size kink go brrrr real hard and also sometimes i like to take out my ruler bc i remember his hands are like 21cm and i imagine just how big his hands are in comparison to mine for my daily dose of delulu
SITTING IN HIS LAP WHILE HE GAMES ADLFDJSGK AND HIM BEING SO MUCH BIGGER THAN YOU YOU CAN CURL ON TOP OF HIM STOPPPPPP I CANT TAKE THIS MY SIZE KINK IS ACTUALLY GOING BRRRRRRR OFF THE CHARTS RN ISTG YOU'RE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE
okay that's so cute though like ik yun is a bad guy but him doing bad things whilst wearing the hoodie with your lil embroidered sunflowers is so cute HAHAHAHA honestly red flags are that red, really, like i'll take him <33
HEHEHE I SEE WHAT YOU MEAN BY GUERRILLA 2.0 BC THIS CONFRONTATION IS GIVING FLASHBACKS OF READER DISCOVERING WHAT YUNHO DOES HOHOHOH
aww you bring out all the good in him đ„č listen yunho if you're my bb i'll let you bring out all the bad in me >:DDD
YOU EVEN WITH SUN ARE LIKE THE SUN DAMN OKAY i was wondering how you were going to use this pair of quotes and when and WOW OKAY POP OFF
yeo's moodboard needs its own art exhibition
okay but why is it so fitting that yeo is this mad scientist like i can totally see him and his meticulously organised jars with body parts
AH YES THE DARK MORALS BEHIND MEDICINE EXPLORED AGAIN it's so twisted to do bad for good but damn does it hit every single time
ooooooooh reader this time being JUST as evil that's kinda badass that she can open up bodies like a pro sashimi chef
the characterisation in this one you popped off like yeo with pity in his voice bc he genuinely believes what he's doing is for the greater good and advancement in meds oof this hitting
what a good man to make his test subjects die quickly and painlessly LMAO we stan a man who cares đđđ
yooo yeosang being the opposite of hwa. clumsy to others but in reality poised and delicately precise
CHICKEN CAMEO HAHAHAHA I SWEAR THAT HAS TO COME HAND IN HAND WITH ANY YEO FIC
omg ngl i thought there was going to be a twist and you were going to make the new test subject like one of the members or someone who we'd be like NOOO PLEASE NOOO
RAHHHH SAN IS ALREADY SO DADDY RAHHH PE TEACHER AND COACH OMG RAHHHHHHH ASFKJDSLKG ARF ARF ARAF RWOOF OWOWFOOF ARWOOGOA AJFDSLKG WFRAFDDRAWRF
choi san works harder at night doing what ;) ;) ;)
omg i love this trope like ofc san would be a villain who does what he does to deal justice to those who didn't receive it OFC HE WOULD STILL BE A GREEN FLAG AS RED FLAG AS HE IS
WOO CAMEO he's everywhere in everyone's au's LOL
you can't smile your way out of this HAHAHAHA OFC SAN WOULD BE THE TYPE TO DO THAT THAT AIN'T EXECUTIONER!SAN THAT'S LITERALLY JUST CHOI SAN AND THEN THE baby HE TRIES TO PULL ADFKJDSGHSG YES OKAY WHATEVER YOU SAY WHATEVER YOU WANT đ§ââïž
woosanreader dream team fr like yes go uphold justice âââ
OOOFFF WAITTT THAT'S DIFFERENT NO KILLING ONLY MAIMING AND RELATED TO THEIR EVIL I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK BABES
from being the stalker to becoming the stalked hohhooh retribution is coming for you my dude
who are you IT'S JUST ME MYSELF AND I đ€
oof tell me why mingi dipping his brush in onyx ink gave me prince/royal mingi vibes and now i'm craving royal mingi fics
HUEHUHEUEHE mingi being a big baddie but letting you get away with interrupting him for TEA TIME
(okay sorry i know he's supposed to be a big baddie but him painting i can only imagine how dorky the painting would look like irl AHAHAHHA)
OOOH YES IT'S COMING BACK TO ME GIRLIE DELIVERING CHICKEN AND THEN BEING TAKEN IN BY MINGI RAHH
SONG'S GIRL SONG'S GIRL SONG'S GIRL AHHHHH LEMME PRETEND THIS MEAN HE'S HAD HIS EYE ON YOU FOR A WHILE AND HE YAPS ABOUT YOU WHY'S THAT REALLY CUTE I THINK I LIKE THE COLOUR RED
teach your girl some manners YEAH I'M HIS GIRL HEHEHEHE
why does morally black mingi with morally white girlie hit so hard and you being his solace <333 HE'S JUST A BIG SOFTIE PLS
HAH i meant your colour of choice Y E AH oKAY Y Y Y yY BIG GUY YOU KEEP PRETENDING YOU'RE NOT SIMPIN PFFTTTT
awwww omgGGG STOPP the last splash of yellow on his canvas đ„č mans letting someone pick a colour to go on his painting that's a love language fr fr
WOOYO BEING THE PRIVILEGED POS IS SO HIM AHHAHAHHA OFC HE'D BE THE SNOBBY SON OF THE RICHEST BUSINESSMAN LMAOOO
he just wants your attention đ€Ș
omg and ofc he's the type to play with fire and literally set a mansion on fire
no bc why is it so perfect that your relo and dynamic with him is literally just riling each other up (him you more than you him) like he is just MADE to rile others up but still have them be fond of him the LIL BRAT <3
WOAH WOAH UNBUCKLING THE BELT OF YOUR PANTS WOAH WOAH SLOW DOWN WOOYO HOLD YOUR HORSES BUDDY what is with you writing enemies to lovers for woo and including smut in the fray HAHAHAHAH
all for me YES đ€Č TAKE IT ALL đ
AHAHAHAH OFC WOOYO WOULD BE ABLE TO SWEET TALK AND TURN THE TABLES OVER THE PHONE the main was born to be a yapper and he's a damn convincing one at that
LAST ONE LESGO MONSTER OF CAPITALISM I AM READY
OMG DID YOU END UP DOING RIVAL CEO READER OHOHOHOHOH
looking like he just won the lottery at the sight of you ooOHHhHHhhh jongho i can just imagine the cocky smirk on his face
how the tables have turned i bet you had to read it and make sure you used it properly after the number of times we've changed it around LOL
AHAHAHAH i love jongho with all of his financial crimes wooyo would get an absolute KICK out of this
the others using sweetheart as a nickname is already (#*$&@#* but /jongho/ using sweetheart RAHHH I NEED HIM TO SAY IT WITH HIS COCKY SMIRKY VOICE
awwww jongho being a lowkey softie for you and telling you that you shouldn't be atoning for other people's sins aND TELLING YOU YOU'RE STRONG BUT THEN ALSO SIMULTANEOUSLY BEING LIKE IF YOU'RE EVER TIRED YOU GOT ME BABES LEAN ON ME LIKE IF THAT AIN'T A GREEN FLAG THEN IDK WHAT IT IS (i am colourblind to red)
ahhhh look i defs do not have the brains to work out that it is all part of the plan to trick me instead but hey if it's jongho i'm willing to let myself be tricked đ»
HOHOHOHOH BABES YOU DID SO WELL WITH THIS AS ALWAYS and you ate with all the concepts and different plots and they all fit the members so well. i'm so proud of you for finishing this and i know how hard it was to push through but look at you :')) made it to the end with your last fic of 2024 :'))) not me feeling sentimental when this whole time we've both been like YEAH LET'S TAKE A BREAK YEEAHHHH NO WRITING YEAHHHH :'))
but honestly this is a break well deserved <3 you've worked so hard to pump out fics over the last few years so ENJOY THIS BREAK AND YOUR DRAMA BINGING <333
Ateez as Villains
disclaimer: read at your own risk. do not interact if not comfortable with any tropes. reminder that this is a work of fiction and must be treated so.Â
warnings: absolutely no morals here, 18+ mdni, illegal acts (abduction, murder, physical abuse, stalking, trafficking, financial crimes, dirty politics, corruption), suggestive/nsfw scenes, explicit language (swearing, insults), death, violence, blood & injuries, weapons, smoking, drugs, alcohol
a/n: couldn't have done this without @eightmakesonebraincell's and @chronicvagabonds' validation lmao also tribute to tite kubo for coming up with the juiciest dialogues, some of which i quoted here
Hongjoong
The Manipulator
hongjoong always knew he had leadership skills
from being the team leader whenever he played games as a young child, to growing up and eventually influencing people
he was often told that he has a certain way of pulling peopleâs attention and leave something stirring inside them with his words
so it is no surprise that hongjoong is where he is today. a renowned businessman, philanthropist and⊠politician
hongjoong adjusts the sleeves of his shirt and glances at you from the mirror
you are standing behind him, holding his coat for him. he wears it with a proud smile and holds his chin high
âtonight is very important. for me. for this country.âÂ
he goes on about how there will be people from all over the country
people who are the foundation of this nation. people who care about the future of this worldÂ
and if you werenât so blinded by the adoration you have for this man you would have called him delusional
but the fact is that you are deluded by him. hongjoong has the ability to cast a spell with his words
he feeds his supporters the lie of a better world in the near future, and they bow to him
hongjoong smiles devilishly at the thought of what entails the events of tonight
he can picture it clearly- the cheers and desperate screams of his followers as he steps on the podium
the cries of these people, as helpless as sheeps in a herd, waiting for an upright politician to save this nationÂ
he can feel the thrill just imagining what it will be like tonight when he addresses the nation as the new face of his political party
to a common person, he would just be another man with a good heart striving for a better change
but the common person is weak, and for them⊠he is their salvation
they will hear his words tonight- words he has carefully crafted himself. the cues will register in their minds, and they will end up seeking him to announce their undying support and loyalty, to shower in his glory
you straighten hongjoongâs coat and smooth over his shirt, your hands unsteady with anticipation
âarenât you happy to be right next to me when i conquer the stage tonight?â he whispers, lifting your chin up
you meet his eyes and he can see his answer there
you hope he doesnât see the conflict in your eyes. the conflict is to be concealed in your heart, in the deepest, untouchable corner of it
you are blessed, they tell you, to be the politicianâs favoured
and you are- you truly are. hongjoong loves you. he adores you
in fact⊠heâs almost obsessed with you
and why wouldnât he be? you were the one who led him here
you were the one who held his hand and showed him the right path- his partner, and now his secretary
oh, how you sometimes wish you could turn back the hands of the clock and go back to when hongjoong was hopeless and thought that the world was a wretched place beyond saving
that is when you told him that the only way to run this world was to join hands with the elites of this nation- or to become one
it must be the fates that led him to where he is today
after all, isnât he a king without a crown? a ruler without a throne?
he is a born leader and a strategist. he has always been good with his words
itâs how he earned the favour and graces of the elites and the politicians and made a place for himself- not under them, but beside them
but to stand beside those people, you have to be a little⊠corrupt. and morally ambiguous
the world is not run by saints, after all
âsweetheart?â he calls when he sees you are distracted
you donât miss the warning tone in his voice. tonight, you have to be on your toes
you have to seek out willing supporters and show them that they mean the world to hongjoong and his political party
but more importantly⊠you need to target other politicians, find their weaknesses and if lucky, have some join hands with you
âiâm here,â you tell him and he nods firmly, pressing a kiss to your temple
âi will see you tonight,â he promises, and you know what he means
he always gets such a thrill out of playing the leader
he gets so much energy, and he has to take it out one way or another
and what better way to take it out in the form of lovemaking?
you feel warmth course through your body as he trails his finger down the middle of your chest purposely
he almost smiles maniacally as he leaves first, giving you a moment to gather your wits
you pour yourself a glass of drink- you canât possibly do this sober
you join hongjoong as he gives his first speech- a very normal talk about how this nation is on the verge of collapse
corruption, crime, inhumanity, dirty politics? you name it
you admire his resilience, really. whatever he is talking about comes straight from his heart, and he has been talking about these issues for a long time now
you also admire his pompousness and the audacity to talk about dirty politics, when he is the face of dirty politics
you join the audience when they clap for him, your heart full of pride
there is a break where he meets with the high-profile people and asks them to consider joining hands with him
âto make a better world for the future generationsâ. such inspiring words from such a young political leader
except hongjoongâs trick is that he always, always has something over them
he has a team dedicated specifically for this task- to dig dirt on his political targets so he can wield them like the blade of a guillotine over their heads
despite his evil means to climb the top, somehow, his image and reputation remains far too clean
and that is because he knows to take these actions behind the scenes, away from any eyes
a true politician, heâs been dubbed
it is about midnight when the hall almost empties, leaving only the members of your party and some new faces- people who are willing to hear him out and decide if they want to join his party
you wish you could tell them that it is a trap- hongjoong will promise that their efforts and support will lead them to something great
âthe greater goodâ, he always says, except these people do not know what they are getting into
they are merely sacrificial lambs, the stepping stones that will lead hongjoong closer to his utopia
they will, for the sake of loyalty, put a blindfold over their eyes. they will hold him in high reverence as he becomes their lord, their saviour
he will feed them copper pellets and claim that this is the best that they can get while he himself sits on a throne made of gold
and when they empty every last drop of whatever they have to offer- their blood, sweat and tears
hongjoong will discard them without remorse. that is who he is- a master manipulator
when you are done wrapping up the event in the deep, dark hours of the night, hongjoong finds you in your bedroom
his chest is heaving with energy that is threatening to combust from within him
he outstretches his hand and you saunter over to him
his hands are dominating when he holds you, though his kiss is soft and unrushed
until that too becomes scalding hot
he is quick to lead you to the couch where you sit on his lap, finding him painfully hard
he groans loudly and starts to unbuckle his pants, and you instantly know what he wants- you always know what he wants
he easily slides his hard length inside your warmth and groans heavily in relief, resting his head back and just letting you both stay still
you only move to rest your head against his shoulder. he can have you like this for as long as he wants
âwe have a lot of new supporters tonight,â he begins, chuckling deeply, âthe polls seem to be in our favour too.â
his dark curls caress your face as you snuggle against him
âwe also managed to score deals with many influential politicians and businessmen tonight,â he tells you and you look at him with pride as he names them
âsoon,â he begins, trailing his hands under your dress and squeezing your thighs, âsoon⊠we will have our people in every sector- in business, healthcare, industrial, courts⊠we will be controlling the nation- we⊠we are the leaders of this nation.â
his cock twitches inside you as he finishes that sentence and you bite your lips in thought
âwhat are you thinking, love?â he asks, caressing your face
âi just sometimes wonder,â you begin- can you admit your bare thoughts to him?
he squeezes your thigh as a sign to go ahead
âi wonder how we got here, joong,â you admit, âyou know that we are exploiting people-â
âfor the greater good-â
âfor the greater good, yes,â you finish, nodding and he furrows his brows in concentration
âthese people are just like us. we were once slaves of this society, but now we are the leaders. and they are our slaves. butâŠâ
âthey will offer us what they have,â hongjoong replies softly, âand we will make the best out of it. isnât that right?â
you nod. there is no more space for any more questioning
you have never like the darkness in his eyes when you question his- your- methods
all he knows is that he is right
he knows what he is doing is wrong in essence, but it is about the bigger picture- he is doing this for his nation
and you cannot expect to run a nation claiming to be a saint
the nation is run by wolves, and to make space there, you must be some sort of a predator. that is who he has become
his grip on your thighs tighten and he starts to grind your body on him
between the sounds of pleasure is the groan of pain as he spanks your thighs and remind you of your place
âall you have to do is follow me,â he breathes into your ear, trailing his lips across your cheek. âall you have to do is stay with me. togetherâŠâ he thrusts hard inside you. âtogether, we will rule the world one day, you and i.â
you nod and he swallows your moans as he kisses you, thrusting with all his might until you both come crashing down
he takes you to the shower and you both quickly clean up and get in bed
as you watch his figure relax and succumb to sleep, you confess to him
âyou are a great politician, hongjoong,â you tell him and the corners of his lips curl in a smile. âiâm just afraid of going too far with you. every day, we learn that we can get worse than we are, yetâŠâ
âyet, it has become my addiction and my duty,â he whispers, hand finding your bare arm and caressing it. âdonât you want to rule the world?â
âyou will rule the world. i will be treading on your shadow, following you closely and sharpening my teeth⊠but afraid.â
âafraid of what?â
âof you,â you breathe and he opens one eye
âyou wonât leave me, will you?â he asks innocently, yet it is there- the warning in his tone
you are responsible for who he is today. you are an accomplice
every person he ruins to get closer to the top, you are equally responsible for it
âof course not,â you tell him, âi canât leave you.â
hongjoong notices your choice of words
you can not leave him- you do not have a choice
he holds you close and kisses you like he means it that night
it would be such a shame if he would have to throw you away after all of this, right?Â
it would truly be such a shame if you are just like the others in the end- weak and helpless
since you know exactly what is going on inside hongjoongâs head, you tell him you love him like you really mean it and you let him hold you close
it may be a trap, but you donât mind being trapped if this is where you end up every night- in his arms
your lord, your saviour
The Manipulator and the Manipulated
Seonghwa
Jekyll
park seonghwa is a man who is adored wherever he goes
be it at work- at a prestigious university as a neuroscience professor, dr. park, or at social gatherings, formal or informal
he is a man born with the best manners, the most caring and generous heart
youâve seen him around the department as a masters student and attended a few of his classesÂ
but you never got to interact with him personally until itâs time to choose a thesis supervisor and you learn that you have a chance with him
itâs purely because heâs amazing at what he doesÂ
your subfield matches with his specialty so it will be better if heâs your supervisor (and itâs only a bonus that the man is painfully hot so youâll never be bored)
your professor recommends you to seonghwa and he goes over your synopsis which leaves him intrigued because coincidentally, heâs researching in molecular neuroscience as well
he gladly takes you on because he believes you both will be helping each other along the way
plus, he recognises your name- youâve always had a different air about you (and he remembers you from somewhere else too)
heâs looking forward to working with you, thatâs all
so when you arrive on your first day as his supervisee and research assistant
you catch him in his natural habitat- unaware of his surroundings, humming a tune to himself and swiping his hair hurriedly to the side with the hand thatâs holding a clear solution of some sort while struggling not to drop his notes on the table that has a few microscope slidesÂ
basically, moments away from a disaster
he spots you and grunts as if asking for help and you immediately drop your bag to rush towards him, only now noticing that somehow, heâs holding his glasses by his teeth
you first take those out of his mouth and he groans in relief. âcan you please help me wear my glasses? those cultures are moments away from expiring.â
âoh goodness,â you mutter and you lock eyes with him as you put on his glasses for him
and your intrusive thoughts take over because you simply cannot take how his hair is poking his eyes so you gently brush his hair out of his eyes
for a moment, time is frozen for all sorts of reasons
before seonghwa takes a deep breath and you blink, immediately getting out of his way and holding his notes for him
the notes apparently hold the readings on how much solution he needs to pour so you read it for him and consequently save him from a disaster
as soon as he is done freezing the cultures, he holds the edge of the table to save himself from slumping in relief
and you share a laugh, the ice breaking just like that
he tells you that the student assigned for taking care of the cultures had an emergency and he had to rush from another department
and he thanks you for helping him
you both move to his office to go over your thesis and he helps you create a timeline
you wrap up the meeting with a clear direction of whatâs next and with a schedule of shifts where you will be assisting him
it doesnât take long to get used to being a part of his team of five calm students with a little streak of crazy
and you suppose dr. park has an eye for people like that because you fit right in
you are all very dedicated so he seems to be at ease when you are working, though he does monitor you more closely since youâre new
you start to spend more time in the lab simply because you like how it feels there
it is like a little cocoon where you can tune out the rest of the world and work on your thesis without distractions (plus, it helps how people from your team pop in once in a while to throw some suggestions at you)
you like how it is there- neat and clean
the sound of metal against metal, glass against glass. the smell of the cleaning agent which calms you since it is something familiar now
and then thereâs dr. park himself, gentle and composed, yet at times clumsy and rough which results in the room cackling with laughter
however, thereâs a side to him that you only see when youâre alone with him
youâre not sure if heâs like that with everyone- he must be, right?
does he pay as much attention to everyone else as you?
perhaps, youâre delusional. that must be it
seonghwa knows you must think that, because he has not been very obvious but he has not been subtle either
itâs just that he remembers you from that time. he remembers seeing your face in his friend wooyoungâs data
wooyoung, who is an expert at singling out people like them
people like seonghwa who have a little streak of crazy in them, yet manage to be a part of the society almost seamlessly
wooyoungâs company does a good job at managing these people because they ultimately help the black market grow
seonghwa is half convinced wooyoungâs company is just a faction of the government but of course he canât confirm that
all he knows is that he cannot act out too much and get caught
in return, he knows when someone like him is in his radar
here you are, glasses perched on the tip of your nose as you examine different slides under the microscope, muttering to yourself about the readings as your scribble them
he canât help but notice how you always wear that one specific shade of deep red on your lips or how your hair falls in the most irresistible way in front of your face
heâs never looked at a student this way- ever- but youâre not just a student now, are you?
so when he makes his move, approaching you from behind as silently as he can
heâs not disappointed when you turn- he didnât make a sound, yet you knew
youâre not even surprised, and that excites seonghwa to no end
âah, dr. park,â you go casually, as if him sneaking behind you was normal behaviour. âcan you approve of these hypotheses?â
seonghwa hums and stands awfully close to you, your sides brushing against each other
he purposely crowds in your personal space as he leans in to confirm the readings of the specimens on the table
âeverythingâs perfect,â he announces, meeting your eyes
youâre still sitting so you have to look up at him and lord. what a sight he is even from this angle. you could totally get used to it-
âwhat are you looking at, sweetheart?â seonghwa smirks knowinglyÂ
you have to physically struggle to maintain your composure because you are pretty sure you were gawking
ânothing, just zoned out,â you say, which isnât a lie but not the whole truth either
he knows though. he knows the effect he has on you because he hasnât been subtle
from the casual touches to the unnecessary (but not undeserved) praise
from the prolonged eye contact to the suggestive smirks
there is something electric between the two of you, an undeniable tension
and while youâre not one who sticks to the rules, you canât help but wonder just why is dr. park playing with you?
âyou sure youâre okay?â seonghwa leans in and searches your eyes for any signs of lies
upon finding none but gaining satisfaction from the way your lips part in surprise, he draws backÂ
you try your best not to make things awkward for the rest of the time youâre with him
and in the following days, his advances only start becoming stronger in nature
you like the attention he gives you. you like how he always puts his hands on your shoulders and gives them a little squeeze whenever he finds you sitting
you like the way his warm breath caresses your cheek when youâre both sitting side by side inspecting a specimen
you enjoy the sound of his gentle voice as he instructs you
itâs almost as if he knows. itâs almost as if heâs asking for it
does he not know that once you become obsessed with something, youâll try- no, you will possess it at all costs?
so one night when youâre both working at late hours, busy with wrapping up one section of your thesis
you canât take it when seonghwa scolds you teasingly for being clumsyÂ
âyouâve got pen on your chin,â he says and before you can take care of it, he himself scoots closer-
too close for it to be professional anymore because at this point, he can probably count the freckles on your face too-
and begins to rub at your the skin near your lips gently
he frowns when it doesnât come off, and then he has the audacity to lick his thumb and rub your skin again
âdr. park,â you mutter, about to remind him how you are supposed to be a teacher and student
youâre not friends (despite the very friendly relationship you have developed with him)
seonghwa only hums and you canât help but notice how he stifles a smirk as he moves his thumb to your lower lip and swipes it, all the while maintaining eye contact
you raise a brow in challenge, silently questioning why heâs still holding your chin
he leans in as if to kiss you and you stop breathing
except he tilts his head to whisper in your ear
âwould you like to attend the next soul society meeting with me, love?â
to say that you freeze is an understatement
you donât move when his lips caress your cheeks as he stays in that position
you donât move when he purposely trails his lips along your cheek as he draws back
âwhatâs your classification?â you manage to ask, your voice barely a whisper
the way seonghwa smirks is something youâll never forget
âjekyll,â he says. ânice to meet you, hyde.â
thereâs a moment of silence where all you can do is stare at the man in front of you
a moment of pure static
as soon as you take off your mask and your lips curl in a smirk, it happens
you donât know who took the first step but youâre both kissing each other
itâs rushed, passionate and desperate, the air filling with your grins and giggles and youâre only glad youâre not in the lab right now because the way seonghwa clears the table with a swipe of his hand, making the notes fall on the ground
only to lift you up and seat you there so he can kiss you better? being in the lab would have done some damage alright
between kisses, you learn how seonghwa recognised you
you ask him if he lured you here somehow, but he tells you itâs just luck that youâre here as his student right now. you donât quite believe him though
but you let it be- if heâs jekyll, that means heâs got the brains to scheme
he tells you that heâs glad to have found his hyde because he would prefer someone else to do his dirty work for him
you agree- itâs been far too long since youâve had an adventure, and youâve heard about the notorious jekyll in the soul society too. you just never connected the dots
he takes you to his private lab (not before feasting on you and fucking you on that very table)
for the next few weeks, you familiarise yourself with his actual research
mind altering chemicals and drugs, anything to do with control
very illegal stuff, but the soul society funds him with whatever he needs
he canât believe he found you- youâre perfect for him
seonghwa believes he has morals and he can be a good person
so you make the perfect partner because you can be the bad person in his stead
youâre his alter ego, the voice in his head that he never lets come out
youâre the person who not only matches his freak but helps bring it into manifestation. you are now his face
while he advances in molecular neuroscience in the world, you advance, on his behalf, in the underworld
thereâs no blood on your hands- you both only produce drugs. youâre not responsible for what is done with them
you do sometimes assist in the practical work, which seonghwa avoids, because after all, he has a reputation to maintain as dr. park
no one suspects a thing. youâre just supervisor and supervisee who share a similar obsession with research
nothing to worry about
Jekyll and Hyde
Yunho
The Hunter
when you finally got to a blind date that your friend begged you to go to, you didnât expect to meet a man who would actually catch your eye
there is something about this man, jeong yunho, that instantly pulls you in as if you really are tied by a threadÂ
for starters, he is incredibly handsome and has a soft vibe to him that exudes warmth
his voice has a soothing quality and his mannerisms are as gentle as his gaze. his laugh is pure and he makes quite a good company
he just makes you feel comfortable and safe right away, which is kind of surprising
so when yunho tells you about himself, confirming that he is indeed a corporate lawyer at a well-known firm, you are simply in awe
you thought your friend was bluffing when she told you that she is trying to set you up with a âbeauty with brainsâ
she was not lying, is all you can think now
youâre a simple school teacher, you tell yunho with a laugh
however, the manâs eyes are practically twinkling as he hears your stories about schoolÂ
youâre only telling him because he insisted, and now he canât stop appreciating your profession, saying that itâs admirable how you are able to connect with children and educate them
the conversation steers to your likes and dislikes, your preferences, and what youâre looking for in a partner
surprisingly, the two of you have a lot in common
you both have a special place in your heart for food. you both love travelling. and there are some things he does not need to say out loudÂ
like how heâs a caring person- always making sure youâre comfortable and your bowl is full, draping his coat over your shoulders when you leave the restaurant and scour the streets for something sweet
the hand that he offers you is not suggestive and you like that (you also like how tall he is and how his hand engulfs yours almost entirely)
just two people who talk about anything and everything- thatâs who you become by the end of the night
as you settle in bed later, youâre still smiling about how his eyes twinkled when he learned that you too have a thing for gaming too
you have good feelings about this person so far but thereâs a feeling scratching at your heart that has you restless
it is the way his eyes darkened almost dangerously, only momentarily, when you insisted that you could get home on your own
he was a gentleman, no doubt about it, insisting that you could never be too sure these days especially with the news being so horrible lately, the crime rate spiking up dramatically in the past few months
you just did not like the idea of having a stranger accompany you all the way to your home, even if it was this gentleman- this was only your first meeting
so he made you promise to call him and let him know when you get homeÂ
and here you are. you dated him for a few months before you both decided to move in together into an apartment that suited your needs
heâs perfect in every way- attentive, responsive, caring, funny, and he gives you space when you need it
which matters the most because you value your personal space a lot
he understands the importance of personal space very well and even though you share a room, you both let each other beÂ
you let him be when heâs gaming, and he lets you be when youâre staring at the ceiling or reading
more often though, heâll have you sit on his lap as he games
since heâs so much bigger than you, youâll curl on top of him to read or scroll and heâll be focused on his game, liking your presence
it doesnât always lead to something but when it does, itâs always fun
he has you smitten- his kisses still make you feel like itâs your first time sharing a kiss (and heâs damn good at it)
his touch lingers on your skin throughout the day and you cannot wait to be back in his arms again
it is just another night when you decide to walk and take the longer route back home because apparently yunho was going to be late and you did not want to be home alone
it gets quieter as you navigate through the streets and alleys
and when you take a turn and notice a familiar figure, you stop in your tracks
is that⊠not yunho? the back and the height looks pretty much the same
the man is watching a woman at the end of the street who is using her phone as if waiting for someone
the woman catches the man watching her and grows wary- you can tell even from the distance
you can tell that she is very much pretending to be on call when she starts moving
despite every cell in your body urging you to ignore this and go back home, you start to follow the man when he starts to follow the woman
you are careful to maintain a distance, cursing yourself internally for being a curious little shit who seeks thrill like thereâs no tomorrow
but the woman takes a left, and the man takes a right, leaving you standing in the middle of the street, taking a few deep breaths
nothing happened, you think. you turn and start to trace your path back
and just a minute later, thereâs an unmistakable sound of a womanâs scream filling the air
every hair on your body rises as your heart drops and eyes widen
youâre frozen in one spot with no idea what to do next- should you go check on the woman? see if it was the same person?Â
not once do you think of calling the police though
you walk back home, lost in your thoughts with the image of the manâs familiar figure branded in your mind especially since you are pretty damn sure that those were little sunflowers embroidered on the hem of the hoodie
sunflowers that you embroidered on yunhoâs hoodie
when you open the door to your apartment, though, you hear the sound of the TV and yunho is sitting very casually on the couch
âah, youâre home,â he grins and waves, just like he usually does
heâs not wearing the hoodie anymore
âi thought you were gonna be late?â you ask
âyouâre late,â he counters. âwhy did it take you so long to get home?â
âjust decided to take a walk,â you smile, ruffling his hair and planting a kiss on the top of his head before going to your roomÂ
you grab your clothes and move towards the bathroom to take a shower, and it is then that yunhoâs eyes widen
âah, babe?â he calls, his voice uncharacteristically high
when you donât answer, he rushes towards the bathroom and finds you standing in the doorway
your eyes are fixed on the sink which is a pale shade of pink with handprints on it
yunho curses himself internally- he rushed to hide his hoodie as soon as he got home, jumped in the shower, spotted the bloody sink from when he first washed his hands and decided to make it look like he had been home for a while before cleaning the sink
only he fucking forgot
it doesnât look as bad- itâs not a bloody red, for starters
âah, i forgot to clean that up,â yunho awkwardly laughs, proceeding to move inside and open the tap, taking a sponge and cleaning the edges of the sink
yeah. it does not look that bad
âi accidentally spilled that red ink you have in the room- i donât know why i got curious and messed with it.â
thatâs not the colour of your ink, though, and you know it never leaves stains like these
âdonât worry about it,â you tell him, but your eyes are wider than usual. yunho notices that
he lets you shower in peace, all the while thinking if you suspect something
truth be told, he saw you when you were following him back there which is why he took another turn to mislead you
he also knows you are far too observant for your own good
he canât lie- one of the reasons he fell for you is because of that. you are just like him
though you are free of sin unlike him, your mind is a mess
you notice too much that is not meant to be noticed. you sometimes say things that even he has not thought about. you question if human morals are an actual thing or a made up construct
is it from reading too much fiction? he thinks not
when you come out of the shower, something possesses you to move to the balcony
and thatâs another thing yunho likes about you (which also scares him a little at times)
it is your intuition- which leads you to inspect the little corner where you pile up useless stuff. you can see the sleeve of his hoodie there
you pick it up and find it wet in certain spots
on its black base, you canât tell what it is, but the sunflowers are stained a suspicious red colour, and itâs definitely not your inkÂ
you look towards your right where yunho is standing, vigilant
there is a moment of silence before you lower the hoodieÂ
âit really was you,â you say, unwavering
your heart is not speeding because youâre scared- it is speeding because you are right
yunho is still, contemplating how to deal with this
did he think he could hide his secret from you forever? no. was he prepared in case he gets caught? no
he just never imagined it would unfold like this
and now⊠will he have to hurt you if you threaten to expose him? he canât bear to hurt a hair on your head
you bring out all the good in him. he does not know how you do that, but you make him believe that he can love with all of his heart too, just like any other person
you make him feel whole, and it would be such a shame if things fall apart now
to his surprise, you drop the hoodie back and walk towards him until thereâs little distance between the two of you
you hold both of his hands in yours and look at him earnestly
âare you going to tell me what you have been up to?â
yunho is surprised at how calm your voice is and how accepting your eyes are
he sighs deeply before steering you to the couch in the living room
and then he bares his heart to you
he is a monster. that is it. he hurts people and it satisfies this ugly part of him
he does not always want to, he justifies, but sometimes, he just canât help it
and the only reason he gets away with it is because he is not stupid and carefully chooses his victims- people who are miserable. people who have no one around them
âwell then⊠iâm lucky to have one person in my life, right?â
yunhoâs eyes widens at your response
you fulfil the criteria of being his victim- you have no oneÂ
you have no one but him- how did that happen?
he thinks back to your first date and he canât help but feel overwhelmed
he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his head about to explodeÂ
why are you not running away from him? why are you caressing his head and holding him close?
you donât tell him everything right away. you only ask him to trust you
so he trusts you and waits for you
he learns little bits about you- you, who do not care who yunho is, as long as he is transparent with you
you, who has a twisted sense of morality. you, who might be as bad as yunho, even worse
though, your hands are clean, you tell him sarcastically, itâs just your head that is a mess
and itâs a blessing that you two are together and can be honest about this too, right? how lucky you are to have each other
âyou, without sin, are like the sun,â he tells you one night as he kisses the top of your head and holds you close
âyou, even with sin, are like the sun,â you respond.
The Hunter and His Guide
Yeosang
The Mad Scientist
there is something about the innocent features of his face, the gentleness in his mannerism, the absolute ethereal aura about him
that contrasts strikingly with the pitch black (or maybe, just two shades lighter) of his soul
the man only knows how to scheme and how to take the best possible route towards his goals
the goals are all related to science
sure, he is contributing to the scientific area, doing researches no one else would do
doctor kang yeosang- a scientist and philosopher, held in high reverence in the medical field, contributing with numerous researches centering the human body
nobody needs to know exactly how he gets such extensive, solid results to support his theories
he comes off as a soft-spoken man, someone who possesses a kind heart
he is willing to overwork himself in order to make life easier for others
he is much appreciated by his peers
they donât need to know that behind his neat and professional setup is a dark, cold space that holds his real workspace
the endless corridors lined with shelves upon shelves of jarsÂ
jars containing the human body parts within them
from the brain to the spleen, from the heart to the liver
each jar meticulously lined in an organisation such that only yeosang could close his eyes and know where to pick what he needs
each organ in the jar has a story of the human that it once was- the story that yeosang himself scribes and tucks in the safe (and in a corner of his heart)
taking it out only to read and reminiscence, or to make another addition
such as the one that he is about to make now, sauntering with an almost skipping manner, highlighting his delight in the events about to unfold
his pristine white lab coat flows behind him, a symbol of everything that he would not be doing tonight, which only adds to the irony of it all
he finds you mirroring his expressions, eyes wide with anticipation and lips curled in a stifled smile
and he canât help but smile wider, the sound of his footsteps echoing loudly as he speeds towards you so that he can finally hold you after the long day he had, tired of playing it cool in front of everyone
you are snaking your arms around his neck immediately as he bends down to capture your lips in a fierce kiss, earning a surprised but pleased yelp from you
you let him have his moment, kissing him back with equal passion until he draws away and rests his forehead against your shoulder
âlong day, huh?â you press your lips against his temple. âhow did the presentation go?â
the presentation being at a conference of the national medical association where yeosang was the chief guest, awarded for his valuable insights to the medical world
âi sometimes wonder if iâm the only one wearing a mask,â yeosang confesses.
you know what he means
there surely must be others just like him
you canât expect to make medical advancements while sticking to the stupid laws and regulations they have carved for you
the medical associations do not allow anyone freedomÂ
âitâs tiring to pretend my research was simply a result of my teamâs hard work,â yeosang continue, âthey didnât do batshit. i wish i could credit you instead.â
âbut you canât,â you caress his dark locks. âthat would certainly raise suspicion since iâm⊠underqualified.â
well, thatâs arguableÂ
you may not be as good as yeosang at what you do but considering that you come from a non-medical background, yeosang would say that you are pretty close
in fact, overqualified
âi donât think thereâs anyone more qualified than you,â yeosang lifts his head to look up at you, eyes scanning your face. âyouâre an expert of the human body.â
you are an expert, that is true
you did what you had to do to survive as a young girl who lost her way
you were meant to be a test subject yourself but you created your own path and proved that you were good with your hands- almost artistic
and that you could open up humans as long as you had a good knife
your skills were a bit rusty when yeosang found you in the black market
but he was thoroughly impressed and made an offer. it was an offer that you couldnât resistÂ
you would no longer be bound to be a slave for the rest of your life
you would be his equal. an accompliceÂ
âbut you are the mad scientist. iâm just your unofficial assistant,â you pat his cheek in answer
itâs a wonder that youâre here now, in his arms
a muffled sound interrupts your little moment
you both steer towards the big room and yeosang looks around for a moment to take in the glory of his workplace
the crisp white walls and clean tiles smelling of antiseptic, marred with red stains of blood that is dripping from the manâs limbs
the man who is currently tied to a stretcher in the middle of the room
the instruments and tools that he would be using tonight to open his test subject up are glinting with silver, ready to be used
he has chosen the perfect target- a relatively healthy, middle-aged homeless man
really, no one would care if he went missing
in fact, you were doing him a favour by putting an end to his miserable life, right?
surely, he did not wish to live without a home and the means to survive
though here he was, sedated but struggling nonetheless, as if finally having found the will to live
âah, he created a mess,â yeosang begins, clicking his tongue in disappointment as he inspects the bruises around the manâs wrists. âiâm sorry you had to wait so long, hmm?â
itâs almost eerie, how yeosangâs voice drips with pity
but thatâs what you like about him
he thinks of the greater good. he is doing all of this for the greater good
there is no personal desire to kill random human beings, no
he simply needs test subjects to study the human body, so there can be advancements in the medical world
he just canât believe that the world does not have a cure or even a prevention for most of the diseases in this age
he has taken it upon himself to contribute to the medical world so people do not have to suffer anymore
he complains about this a lotÂ
if people had guts, they would have done this ages ago
sometimes, he refers to the awful medical experiments done by humankind- especially on women
he is different from them, he claims
he cares about their pain- that is why he makes sure to make his subjectsâ death quick and painless before he starts to conduct his experiments
itâs just too bad that he doesnât have much time after the person passes to study certain functions of a living human
(so sometimes, he makes exceptions and asks god for forgiveness. easy peasy)
you watch yeosang with a sort of wonder and a little something that resembles fear as he caresses the manâs head in farewell
he asks the man to say his last words, to choose them carefully, to take his time and to make peace with the fact that there is no way out
the sedatives seem to have made the man somewhat placid
the test subject stops resisting to lock eyes with the doctorÂ
he says something about the regrets heâs had in his life and how he just wants his misery and pain to end now
yeosangâs brows are furrowed in concentration as he listens to each and every word, nodding along as if he aims to fulfil every desire this man possessesÂ
his hand is gently caressing the manâs head
when the man is done, yeosang tells him that his contribution to medical research wonât be forgotten
he looks at you to find you already staring at him with an unreadable expression
he signals you to get the job done and you inject the medicine meant to stop the manâs heart
you watch the man take his last breath, his face contorting in pain as his heart ceases to function
yeosang has already moved on from the little moment he had, putting on medical gloves and snapping them against his skin rather dramatically
âletâs get to work, shall we?â
you smile in response, following his instructions
soon, you are testing the functioning of the manâs abdominal organs with various equipment and drugs that yeosang has bought from the black marketÂ
you have to work quickly before necrosis begins and hinders you
yeosang is very careful with his methods. his hands are steady as if he has done this a thousand times alreadyÂ
and though he comes off as clumsy in the public eye, he is anything but here
his eyes are focused, darting between the electrodes placed on the manâs liver to the readings on the screen
it goes on like this for a while, yet another failed experiment as the liver fails to respond as desired to the electric shock and necrosis takes over
it doesnât disappoint any of you though
yeosang has a strong vision and no amount of failed experiments is going to stop himÂ
plus, thereâs always something you learn even from failure
you begin to clean up when you notice a broken nail lying on the stretcher
you pick it up with tweezers and inspect it- it must have broken when the man was struggling to break free
yeosang catches you looking at the discoloured nail with curiosity and he hums in question
âhair and fingernails are beautiful ornaments.â you ask, âso why do they seem so baleful when they are removed?Â
yeosang stands beside you, pondering
âthe answer is simple. they are previews of what is to come. of death.â
you look at him to find his eyes twinkling with the knowing glint of someone whoâs seen it all
after you both finish recording the data of tonightâs session, yeosang is back to being the cute and clumsy person that you absolutely adore
the man is craving chicken after todayâs hard work so you fulfil his wish and take him to his favourite place
you both sit across each other, drinking beer and savouring the juicy meat while talking about casual stuff- just an assistant and her boss
just two friends who met by chance and felt an instant pull towards each other
just two lovers, fated to be together and find solace in each otherâs company
as if the stars have aligned for you yet again, a familiar face walks in and sits on the table next to you
you meet yeosangâs eyes and you both stifle a smile
itâs one of the potential test subjects youâve had in your file, due for observation
and what better observation than to sit next to them in a casual setting and eavesdrop naturally?
yeosang raises his beer glass in toast and you share a knowing smile, raising your own glass in toastÂ
just two partners in crime. thatâs who you are
The Mad Scientist and his Accomplice
San
Executioner
choi san works hard during the day
he goes to the school and makes sure his students are in top shape
as their p.e. teacher and coach, he has every studentâs physical status on his fingertips
he knows their strengths and their weaknesses. he also knows their desires
so if a student is not a good runner but wants to run better, he would never tell them to give up, he would personally coach them and make sure they know that their body is not the limit
they can be a good runner, a good player, a good swimmer- anything
as long as they are steadfast, they can conquer the world
so choi san is loved and respected by the students, known to be a very caring teacher
but choi san works harder at night. no one needs to know that
certainly not his colleagues who always go about how hardworking a teacher he is
when he is free from the school, he goes to his home and changes before driving to his friendâs place- a warehouse where a few of you hang out
someone programmes, another composes, another works out
just an innocent hideout that youâre all using even in your early thirties
except that you also huddle around to read the new request you receive on your app
âi am a twenty-one year old female. two years ago, the man who dated my older sister killed her, but due to lack of evidence, he did not receive the jail time he deserves. he claims that he is innocent, but ever since he got out, heâs been bothering me because he had to serve his short sentence anyway. he is threatening to kill my family and then me if i go to the cops. i am scared to leave the house because he is stalking me and i can always see him wherever i go. please help me. i wonât go to the cops anyway- they didnât do anything then, and they will not do anything now.â
san is contemplating if he should accept this request
you look at wooyoung who is immediately weighing the pros and the cons
you look back at san who is still deep in thought and you gently rest your hand on his thigh, bringing him out of his head
âiâll take it,â he mutters. âaccept the request, y/n.â
you nod and go back to the computer to accept the request
you have a phone call conversation with the client where you set up a meeting
itâs you and wooyoung who go to meet with the respective parties. san works in the shadows
the next night, san finds you deep in thought outside, leaning against the worn out wall of the warehouse
he joins you, hands in the pockets of his baggy jeans
âi know what youâre thinking,â san begins, glancing at you. âyouâve been awfully quiet since the meeting.â
you shrug in defeat. âi know i canât change your mind.â
âitâs not going to be the same,â san refers back to the one time you all took a request from a 19 year old girl who was being bullied by her seniors
it got to a dangerous point and had you been a little late, you might have lost the girl
san lost his temper that time, though
and while he couldnât physically harm the kids who were bullying the girl, he had them locked in a room for one night while he educated them
and funnily enough, san was scarier that night
scarier than every other time he actually wields a weapon
you asked him that night if there were any just people left in this world full of evil
âall people are evil. to believe that you are just, you must believe that someone else is more evil than youâ
was his response. safe to say, the girl was living her best life now, but you saw a new side of san that night
a side you had never seen all your life, and that was saying something since you were childhood friends
âwe wonât let it get to that point,â san assured, outstretching your hand and you pouted before taking it
he caressed your knuckles, his voice assertive. âi will take care of it. properly. i always do.â
âdo you think i only worry about things going wrong?â you finally say out loud, the words that you want to say to him every time he goes out in the fieldÂ
san, despite himself, breaks into a smile that would seem so out of character to anyone who has not known him for long
âyou canât smile your way out of this,â you sulk further, snatching your hand away and folding your arms
âbaby,â san begins, trying to take your hand again but youâre not having any of it
âiâm worried youâll get hurt. iâm worried about the pain youâre willing to go through so you can lessen the pain of others.â
san stops teasing then, mimicking your position as he leans against the wall next to you
there is a thick silence surrounding you and you wonder what wooyoung is doing inside- is he napping?
âitâs something i have to do. something only i can do. you know that, right?â
âi know,â you say, almost a whisper. âand thatâs what makes this more frustrating.â
because it was originally your idea
on a summer night when you were all about to graduate, a tragedy happened in your town
a man went on a spree, killing and wounding multiple women and children for weeks
you, who knew one of the victims personally, were shocked by the act and disgusted at how lazy the police were being
it turned out that the assailant was a high-profile businessman and the police were trying to cover the case up as per the orders of their superiors
the three of you were hanging out in the warehouse, each burdened by their own train of thoughts, until you finally said it out loud
âwhat if we were some sort of a private service where we help the victims? especially when the police canât?â
it was wooyoung who agreed first, and san who disagreed
it took him some convincing to finally agree, and you set rules
you were not going to kill anyone- only maim
if itâs a serial killer, you maim their hands so they can never hold a weapon again
if itâs a bully, you maim their mouth so they think before they speak
the three of you are a team, but san is the executioner
wooyoung is his eyes and feet, and you are the brains
so it is ironic how worried you are about san now, when you gave him this role
âi know that i can get hurt,â san begins, taking a deep breath. âbut there is no pain as long as i keep my eyes on the balance scale.â
this time, when he outstretches his hand, you take it. he plants a sweet kiss on your knuckles
âdonât worry about me, hmm?â he tugs you closer so you can rest your head against his firm chest as he embraces you. âi canât focus when youâre so worried.â
âi canât help it,â you tell him. âyouâll just have to get used to it.â
san lifts your face with his thumb below your chin, his brows furrowed with concentration and worry as he looks at you
his eyes are sharp as he scans you so you smile
immediately, his body relaxes and the corners of his lips curl in a smile as he pecks your lips- once, twice
and it is about to turn into a deeper kiss when wooyoung claps loudly to get your attention
âalright, lovebirds. get inside. we have a heads-up.â
you scowl at wooyoung who smirks in response but you both immediately join the youngest inside
your client has texted to let you know that sheâs about to go out so you can stalk her stalker
you and wooyoung take your equipment to the van and san prepares himselfÂ
heâll be observing tonight, but he is prepared in case the stalker catches on
just like that, you observe the stalker for a few days, assuring your client that she is safe
you plan a trap to lure the stalker to an abandoned area where san will have a little chat with the stalkerÂ
and when the day comes, all your client has to do is threaten to call the cops on him
he comes after her and that is when san knocks him out with a punch
the stalker finds himself tied to a chair in an empty room when he opens his eyes
there is the stale smell of something resembling death in the room, and that makes the man resistÂ
from the darkness, san emerges, clad in all black, his face covered with a mask
and his favourite weapon, the dagger, in his hand
you and wooyoung are watching from the camera embedded on his coat
you can see the glint of the dagger as he twists it dramatically in his hand
san circles around the man once as if to gauge the roomÂ
even through the camera, you can tell how thick the air must be feeling
san meets eyes with the man and removes the tape over his mouth, wincing when the man screams his lungs out in hopes that help would come
there is no help, not for miles
âwho are you?â the stalker spits on the ground near sanâs feetÂ
san only shuts his eyes in mild annoyance. he is not easily riled up
âyou have been found guilty of the crime of stalking. tell me⊠what should be your sentence?â
the man pales, fresh beads of sweat trickling down his foreheadÂ
âit will be better if you admit to your wrongdoings and give me a fair number. you donât want to leave it in my hands.â
âwhat do you mean sentence?â the stalker starts struggling fiercely, almost falling off the chair. âi have already served!â
san grins under the mask, closing in like a cat and stomping on his foot, making the man let out a guttural groan of pain
he leans in to whisper in his ear
âbut⊠that was for murder. and unfortunately, i am not charging you for murder tonight. otherwise⊠you would not have walked out alive.â
the man gulps loudly, meeting eyes with who has to be the person he has heard so much about in prison
most of the people in prison feared this man- the judge, they called him
the man was the judge, jury and executioner for criminals, feared more than the cops or actual prosecutors
âsurely⊠youâre not him, are you?â
you wince at the fear in the stalkerâs voice and meet wooyoungâs eyes
san never confirms if he is that. he simply finishes the job right there
the stalkerâs screams are heard for quite a distance, even outside your earpieces
you shut your eyes momentarily and when you open, you can see the blood oozing out of the manâs left leg
san is wiping the dagger with the manâs own jacket as he tells him that he will never be able to stalk people again
the man screams and screams, waiting for something more, but nothing else comes
sanâs job is done
he tosses a broken piece of glass near the chair for the man to free himself if he wishes to
when san comes back to the van, the air is sombre, just like after every finished request
wooyoung pats his shoulder in acknowledgement and mutters a joke in an attempt to lighten the mood, which works
âthey still call you the judge, huh?â wooyoung teases as he drives
âjudge, jury, executioner. how scary, choi san.â
san raises a brow at your comment- he can tell what youâre referring to
youâre referring to the first time when he came back covered in blood
and the first time he realised that no matter what he did, you would never be scared of him
and that you and wooyoung would always have his back and guide him
âi think iâm only the executioner. you both are the judge and jury.â
âmakes sense,â wooyoung agrees. âbut the world does not need to know that.â
Judge, Jury and Executioner
Mingi
The Overseer
âthe future, pitch black, upside downâ
mingi dips his brush into the onyx ink, finishing writing the words on the big canvas
the canvas that is a splash of colours- red for the blood on his hands. white for the innocence he lost too soon. blue for all those nights he spent trapped with only the moon as his friend
and finally, black for the future. the future is the only uncertainty in his life
despite being a leader of a notorious gang, he can never be certain about his future. there are always people after his life
he cannot trust anyone- not one soul-
âsir,â a voice interrupts and he knows who it is instantly
even if he did not hear your voice, he knows you are the only person who would dare interrupt him in the middle of his private time-
âtea, sir. youâve been cooped up in here for too long,â you say, placing the mug on the table
-for something as meagre as tea
mingi spares a glance in your direction, noticing how you are still dressed in your usual all-black fit
which means you have not gone to sleep yet, even though itâs well past midnight
âand what are you doing up so late?â he asks as he picks up the cup and sips it, finding it exactly to his liking. a flavour only you can nail
âwatching you paint,â you confess without hesitation
because in this place, in this room, between the two of you, there may be truths hidden, but there are no secrets
mingi is amused to hear that though he does his best to hide it
âand what do you think of the painting?â he asks, allowing you to take a closer look
you smile at his permission to inspect his art and you inch closer to the painting, now standing beside your boss
you read the words on it in a whisper and cock your head in thought
âisnât this too dark, even for you?â you questionÂ
mingi shakes his head in amusement and looks down. only you could have made this observation, having been at his side for a solid seven years now
where others would say that his paintings were too âcolourfulâ considering the kind of person he is, you still find them too dark and void of life
youâd know better, because you know mingi inside out
he first found you when he was a street thug in the process of becoming something big
all he had was his raw strength, a strategic brain, a few rusty weapons and some loyal friends
he went on to fight gang after gang, always emerging victorious and merging the losing team with a good deal- itâs how he earned respect around and gained a reputation
every other gang knew not to stand against him unless they wanted to risk losing everything they had
when he first opened his office in the darkest part of the town, he found you purely by chance
you were nearing the end of your teens- a rebellious little girl who cut ties from her family and ran away from home
at that time, you had multiple part-time jobs trying to make ends meet, hoping to find a place to live
and one fateful night, you found yourself in front of a building to deliver chicken, peering up at the light coming from the 4th floor- this must be itÂ
although⊠you werenât sure if the loud sounds coming from the floor were just men having a good time or if something had gone really, really wrong
men will be men, you thought, wanting to get the delivery done with so you could move on
only when you reached the 4th floor, you spotted men lying on the ground and clutching their limbs, blood all around
while every sane part of your brain screamed at you to pretend you saw nothing and go back, you recalled how when you received the order, they promised a big tip to the rider
you could not miss that, could you? you had to find a place to live, and you needed every penny
so you started with the men who seemed to be unconscious. you took any cash they had, being careful to hide your face in the hoodie
you moved to the office, hearing a crashing sound and flinching
you made quick work of grabbing more cash from the thugs- they had to be thugs
they all had guns, for fuckâs sake
you went into one of the neater rooms and placed the bags of fried chicken there
and you froze when a burly man made his way inside, wiping blood from the edge of his mouth
âah⊠you must be songâs girl, eh?â he snickered, scanning you up and down
âi- iâm delivering chicken,â you pointed at the table. âiâll be on my way then-â
ânot so quick,â his gaze darkenedÂ
instinctively, you grabbed the nearest object, which so happened to be a mug and chucked it at the man, successfully hitting his head
he clutched his head in pain and you made a dash outside, bumping into another man
the tall man seemed mostly unscathed save for a bruise on his cheek
he held your wrists to steady you and his eyes darted in the manâs direction who was clutching his head no more
âoi, song!â the burly man called. âteach your girl some manners, will you?â
the man called song pushed you to the side and a gunfight ensued
you took shelter behind a shelf, observing how the taller man successfully shot his every target
when he thought he was done- and was out of bullets, he looked in your direction and tsked loudly
you were about to come out of the shadows when you noticed one of the supposedly unconscious men take aim of songâs head
your eyes widened and almost instinctively, you grabbed a heavy metal object from the shelf and rushed to the man who was targeting your saviour
to say that mingi was surprised to see a young girl save him from his enemy by nearly crushing the manâs skull?
he knew you were something special right away
you both stared at each other for a long time before he told you to go back to his office, lock the door and not come out until he comes back
he was done sooner than you thought, and while his men cleaned his mess, he found you in his room, sitting rather calmly
âso youâre the delivery girl,â he narrowed his eyes
âi hope the chicken is still warm,â you responded. âif you can just pay me so i can leave-â
âwhy did you do that earlier?â he asked, voice low and rough that sent shivers up your spine
âi donât know,â you answered truthfully
mingi paid you more than extra that night and told you to come next time they place an orderÂ
the next time would turn out to be the last time you would ever work a part-time job
mingi offered you a place in his gang, and you took it
you are still not sure what your position in this gang is though- they smuggle drugs but keep you away from the work, so what are you doing here?
personal assistant? chef? manager? all of these?Â
sometimes, you are accompanying wooyoung in the field- the gang now has an official base and a few legal businesses
sometimes, you stay in the kitchen with seonghwa and wooyoung to cook
other times, you sit with yunho and hongjoong to plan and offer your opinion on their strategic takes
you arenât sure if you are qualified for that- you probably arenât
somehow, though, the gang members respect you for whoever you are
you are the light in their dark life, they joke. you are someoneâs friend now, sibling to some, secretkeeper for others
but you still arenât sure what you are to mingi
whenever you ask him why he took you in, mingi always responds with something different
âyou were clever grabbing all that money from our enemiesâ
âyou saved me- though i must say i could have handled itâ
âyou looked like a lost catâ
âyou didnât report usâ- excuses, all of them
truth be told, mingi has no idea what you are to him either
he has a certain fondness for you that he has for no one else. of course, it didnât happen instantly
he took you in because he realised you had a strategic mind and he could really use that
he insisted the office needed a âfeminine touchâ even though it came in the form of a cranky teen who wouldnât stop asking questions
but somehow, the two of you formed an unbreakable bond
he finds solace just being with you in one room, even in complete silence
he loves to hear you talk, even though you mostly question his morals
because he is not a good person, you found out
song mingi is not conventionally good. he is a man of principles, but he does not have the best morals
despite all that, you learned a lot from him. the world is a harsh place, and only he can protect youÂ
he learned a lot from you too. the world is a harsh place, and only you are his safe space
when at times things get stressful, he comes to seek you. he finds you in the shared residence and sits with you
if he is feeling down, you will have him lay his head in your lap. you will caress his head and let him be
if he wants to talk, he will. otherwise, he will watch you for a long time until he falls asleep, unguarded
when he gets tired, he will seek your arms. all he has to do is show up and you will know what to do
you will drop whatever you are doing and spread your arms
it is his home at this point. thatâs how things are like
are you in a relationship? you donât know
all you know is that song mingi is the most important person in your life
it doesnât matter if he lives life the way he does
it doesnât affect you anymore- the blood on his hands or the chaos in his mind
it doesnât bother you because you know his heart, and that is all that matters
so standing in his private space right next to him, inspecting his painting with a critical eye, you tell him that the painting is not him
he tells you to pick a colour and you reach out for a box, making him chuckle
âreally?â he asks
âthe future may seem black, butâŠâ you begin. âit doesnât feel so dark when iâm with you.â
mingi takes a deep breath at your words. you always get him like this, and he is not sure if he can restrain himself anymore
your heart aches when you see him curl his fists, a sign that he is holding back some words or an action
âtell me what youâre thinking,â you request, though it registers like a command in the gang leaderâs brain
âiâm thinking that i never should have given you this life.â
you shake your head at that- how many times has he voiced out that he wished you had lived a better, normal life, away from the clutches of the underworld?
âno, youâre thinking something else too,â you comment
âiâm thinking that i want you to stay here, with me, forever,â he responds
you nod in approval. âiâm right here. iâm not going anywhere.â
âyou could get hurt,â mingi says, taking a step closer and closing the gap between your bodies
âi am a big girl now, mingi,â you laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist and hearing his erratic heartbeat
his arms are still by his sides for a moment before he embraces you
âiâm old now, in fact. how much longer will you keep me waiting?â
mingi grows stiff at your question. so you know
of course you do
mingi cups your face and locks eyes with you
âi wonât break,â you promise
âi know,â he smiles, pecking your forehead. âiâm afraid you will break me.â
your lips curl in a smile and he rests his forehead against yours
âare you sure about your choice?â
âyes,â you breathe. âi want you. iâm yours.â
mingi draws back
âi meant your choice of colour,â he tilts his head in the direction of the painting and the box of paint you picked for him
âof course you did,â you laugh at his attempt to distract you
mingi leans in to close the distance between your lips
it is soft and unrushed. you both have waited for the right moment, the right time for years and everything feels absolutely right at this momentÂ
you go first, asking him to join you in your bedroom and he agrees
he assesses the canvas once again
as a finishing touch, he sprays a final splash of yellow- the colour you picked for him
yellow for hope, for all the light in his dark world
The Overseer and his Shelter
Wooyoung
The Maniac
it has always been a cat and mouse game with you and wooyoung
you chase after each other, running in circles with no start or end
itâs almost as if you both have sworn to keep your eyes glued on each other, watching every move, anticipating what is next
someoneâs lips curls up in a failed attempt to restrain a smile- a smile that drips with mischief and mockery
someone elseâs eyes glint with threat and promise that this is not over, their fists curled in anger
you chase after each other like cat and mouse
onlyâŠyouâre not sure who is the cat and who is the mouse
sometimes, it is you chasing after wooyoung
jung wooyoung, the son of one of the richest businessmen in town
a privileged piece of shit who is not right in the mind
a crazy bastard who has made it his lifeâs mission to not only drive you to the edge of the cliff but to push you and laugh in victory as you fall
he takes advantage of you being a criminal investigatorÂ
some people jest that they canât tell if wooyoung means to ruin your career or lead you to your promotion
with the amount of times wooyoung has gotten himself in trouble (and gotten away with it) he keeps your desk full of cases that you spend most nights investigating
while he keeps your hands full, what frustrates you to no end is that he almost always gets away with his crimes only because of his social standing and his connections
he gets away with petty crimes. he gets away with bloody fights that could very well have him spend one night in the station, cuffedÂ
he gets away with major crimes such as money laundering and tax evasion
no matter how much you try to investigate, you cannot
there are the warnings of your superiors who threaten to fire you because this is not your worry
and even if you do start to investigate, wooyoungâs team is quick to wipe any evidence of said crimes
youâre pretty sure that at this point, he might be hiding a body somewhere in his house
you wouldnât be surprised. man once set his enemyâs mansion on fire
to make things worse, he got away with it- even when he was the only one grinning and playing with a lighter on his way outÂ
while the others scrambled like mice, he sauntered in style
he gets away with anything
you reputation at the station is already in shambles because of it
they call you his shadow at this point, considering how you are always following him
the truth is, you just want to wipe the shitty grin off his face for once
you want him to suffer defeat when you finally put him behind bars
you want him to chase after you like you chase after him
you might come off as delusional, but youâre half convinced that whatever wooyoung does is on purpose at this point- to get your attention
it wasnât always like this, you and wooyoung
it started with a simple fight that broke out at a party where all the high-profile people were
someone was stupid enough to call the police- but you were more stupid because you went ahead and handcuffed wooyoung
you told him that you couldnât waste this opportunity because you were investigating another case related to his fatherâs company anyway
and he? he laughed out loud like a maniac
you soon learned why, going home with the sound of your superiors scolding you still ringing in your ears
here you are, a few years and a lot of chasing each other later
except⊠you get something out of the chasing now
all he has to do is corner you. all he has to do is rile you up as he tells you why you lost this game yet again
with his burning gaze and honey voice, he pins you to the spot
with his fingers tracing the curves of your face, he tells you how much he loves you chasing after himÂ
as if heâs all that you ever think about. he might be right
âdonât you think weâre meant for each other?â wooyoung questions almost innocently, licking his lips subconsciously as he trails his finger down the curve of your neck until he reaches the first button of your shirt
âdonât think too highly of yourself, wooyoung,â you respond, your chest rising and falling in controlled breaths
you can not let him know the effect he has on you
however, wooyoung doesnât need any sort of confirmation
you can try to keep your gaze steel all you want. you can attempt to sound sure and fake indifference, but the fact is that wooyoung knows
all he has to do is take another step forward and fill the gap between you two
his warm breath caresses your face and you gulp despite yourself
he watches you intently and squeezes your neck just a bit, causing you to part your lips for air and then he brushes the tip of his nose against yours
his other hand is slowly but surely unbuckling the belt of your pants and taking it off
you can only thank god in an ashamed relief that youâre in a private space- the space being one of the empty rooms in a random building on a random street because you had been tailing wooyoung
(at least the door is locked)
wooyoung brushes his lips against yours as your pants fall on the ground and pool on your feet
the sound that makes has heat rushing to your face- this should not be happening
you are a fucking detective and wooyoung is your target
but you canât complain when his fingertips dance along your hip bones
all he has to do is swipe his fingers up your panties
upon finding them soaked (as usual), he smirks and you smack his chest
he catches your fist in his hand, though
âall for me?â he asks
in a matter of seconds, your lips are upon each other, tongues in each otherâs mouth as you wrap your legs around him
he picks you up effortlessly and places you on a very dusty table
he gets rid of his clothes all the while kissing you expertly, aiming to please you, dominate you
he sucks on your lips, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on
and when he finally takes off all your garments, he has more places he can get his mouth on
âadmit it, detective,â he breathes against your clit. âyouâre obsessed with me.â
âget to work before i cuff you and fuck your brains out, wooyoung.â
wooyoungâs laugh echoes in the room as he recalls that night- a night he is sure he can never forget
âdoes that mean i get to experience that again if i stop now?â
you are moments away from your high- how dare he ask if he can stop?
he gets the hint and gets to work, and he makes sure he does a good job, licking and sucking at your clit until youâre screaming
for bonus points, he dives his cock inside right after and stays still as he starts to kiss you eagerly
this time, youâre the one who loses to him and lets him take control
you let him thrust into you. you let him praise you and humiliate you to no end
truth be told, youâre addicted to him. there is no going back from here
wooyoung knows how to use his tongue and he whispers sweet nothings
he is also surprisingly good at aftercare, even though you donât accept it from him
well, you try not to, but he is insistent
he takes you home and he invites himself in
you go to the shower and he goes to your room to admire the effort you put into bringing him down
loads of files and a board full of his âaccomplishmentsâ staring back at him- nothing he doesnât know
âyou think your daddy will help you if i start to investigate the slush fund you have?â
âwhich one?â is his response, and he grins widely as you gape at him
he can practically see the gears in your head turning and he adores that
it is a cat and mouse game after all. he must give you something so you keep coming after him
(and you must give him something so he keeps finding you too)
while youâre still processing what he just implied, your phone rings
you flinch when you pick it up, getting an earful from your team leader once again, because where were you?
you were supposed to tail wooyoung to confirm that he is meeting up with a notorious gang member who does his dirty work
the case youâre team is on these days is targeting the gang, and yet again⊠wooyoung is involved
so what the hell were you doing, your superior asks
âjung wooyoung did not meet up with the gang leader,â you say into the phone, your eyes fixed on wooyoungÂ
wooyoung has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face
âand how do you know that? i thought you lost the tail-â
âyes, i did lose the tail,â you bite your lips in thought- you canât tell your team leader that wooyoung has a strong alibi this time-
but wooyoung goes ahead and snatches your phone from you
âdetective lee,â wooyoung greets and you mutter a string of curses under your breath
you watch wooyoung charm his way through the matter
telling the detective that he was in a tight spot because of the gang they are investigating
and how it is a shame that a âcivilisedâ person such as himself is being linked to thugs
he tells him that he almost got attacked but you saved him, and you hid him in an abandoned building, being wise enough not to blow your coverÂ
you canât tell how he does it, but by the end of the call, your team leader is fully convinced that you did a good job today and he even praises you when you take the phone back
when you end the call, you glare at wooyoung
âwhat?â he shrugs. âi needed an alibi.â
âis that why you took me to the building to fuck me? because you needed an alibi?â
wooyoung watches you with mild curiosity
âdid you think it meant something else?â he asks
it would have hurt if he really meant it, but thatâs the thing
you both know he doesnât mean what he says, especially about whatever is going on between you two
he has risked his position and even his life far too many times just to get you alone and fuck you
so you only smile and shake your head in response before telling him to fuck off and get out of your sight
(and he does. not before a second round)
when he leaves, you watch his car disappear from the window before going to the board and updating everything you got out of him tonight
everything about his business and his crimes. everything to make your case on him stronger
itâs truly a wonder how much you can get out of fucking someone right and youâre positive you can see the end of this case now
though⊠youâre not sure if you will ever take this to court. but thatâs something youâll worry about later
for now, you will follow him like a cat follows a mouse
and he will chase after you like a cat chases after a mouse
The Maniac and his Shadow
Jongho
The Tyrant
it is always a little too cold in the building for your liking
the building that is choi enterprises, located at the heart of the city, standing tall with numerous floors, laden in luxury
it is a workplace and home to some of the people in this city and a symbol of something untouchable to the others
as you enter the building, accompanied by your secretaries and a guard, you instantly feel the temperature drop despite the warm tones of the interior
the employees that greet you may have smiles on their faces but itâs all an act. you can tell, because you know what a genuine smile looks like
choi enterprises somehow always manages to keep the most calculating people to themselves. it might be why the company has flourished so much in such a short period of time
âto the private elevators, miss,â a man says and you recognise him as one of the ceoâs personal staff
you follow him and tug your jacket closer, wishing you had worn it instead of draping it over your shoulders
you catch your reflection on the golden glossy door of the elevator and straighten, lifting your chin up
you will not be pushed into submission, you repeat for the umpteenth time
however, things are not in your favour this time
in this never ending game of business rivalry, you and choi jongho have never seen eye to eye. you always stand in opposition, defensive or offensive
sometimes, you manage to outsmart him while making a new business deal or scoring a new project. other times, he is a few steps ahead and wins the game
except when you lose, somehow, the loss is much greater and a bit personal
your company always suffers more when you lose, which is why this little meeting you are going to have with jongho is no less than a negotiation- a war, if you must
sometimes, you wonder if jongho has a personal grudge against you. these meaningless battles start to seem like an excuse to see you
if not, then why is jongho looking like he just won the lottery at the sight of you?
âas beautiful as ever,â he says, scanning your figure slowly
you donât move an inch, pretending those words donât affect you
the secretaries move to another room, leaving you and jongho alone
jongho gets up from his chair and moves to the middle of the room, motioning you to take a seat
you watch as he pours a drink for you, his muscles flexing through the coat heâs wearingÂ
you take the drink- you need something to calm your nerves
âi suppose the odds are not in your favour, considering you found your way back hereâ
an allusion to the time he said that you were meant to find your way back here again and again, that you were just a lost kitten and he was your master, controlling you
at that time, you thought he meant to spite you, but time after time, he proved himself right
you always find your way here, always as the opposition. this time, though⊠you wonât bend
âif the odds are in your favour,â you begin experimentally, downing the drink in one gulp and then pouring one for jongho. âwould you like me to join hands with you?â
now this is new- jonghoâs eyes slightly widen at your remark
âah⊠how the tables have turned,â jongho started to chuckle lowly
you let him be for a moment, scoffing internally
jongho had earned the right title over the years since he stepped up as ceo of his fatherâs company
a monster of capitalism
known to be the owner of many questionable businesses, borderline illegal, evading taxes and having slush funds unashamedly, heavily involved in money laundering- the list goes on and on
a true financial villain- a true monster, yet⊠being able to get away with everything, unscathed. thatâs who jongho is
he has bribed every soul who would dare go against him. and those who do not take the bribe? he makes sure they kneel
and you⊠youâre pretty close to being his next target- he did say you would look pretty on your knees for him
âis business not going well?â he asks, faking innocence. he knows
you are a rival company- seo enterprises. everything that jonghoâs company is, but⊠more legal
your forefathers were once partners, and they created their independent companies without a hint of rivalry
they were the definition of true brothers (and partners in crime)
the difference between the values of your company came when you and jongho stepped up as ceo
you had made it your lifeâs mission for your company to earn a good reputation and moral image, while jongho seemed to have made it his lifeâs mission to simply conquer the world, no matter what or who the stepping stone is
âbusiness is well,â you narrow your eyes at him. âitâs about the land in ilsan.â
jongho doesnât seem surprised to hear that. it is always like this- he knows what moves you will make
âah, the one where we are about to construct a gallery?â jongho asks
âwe?â you repeat. âthat land is a shared property. why have you not consulted us before going ahead and signing the documents? how could you begin this project without us-â
âthe other option is selling it to the government because of the redevelopment project,â jongho leans forward, âand you know how much i despise the government getting their grubby hands on whatâs mineâ
you know he is right, and he knows that you are not here to argue about why he started this project without telling you
jongho relaxes back, considering all his options before deciding to strike. âyouâre worried about your involvement in that project, is that right?â
âwell,â you mirror his position, âi would like to keep my reputation clean unlike yours.â
he chuckles at that, proud of his deeds. âyeah, well, thatâs going to be hard, sweetheart. that gallery is going to be an optimum location for storing money.â
you know what he means. the gallery is going to display priceless pieces of arts. those pieces are but a means of illegal transactions for the elites
you swallow your anger, taking a deep breath. âiâd like to have my shares back, then. before construction starts.â
âuhâŠâ jongho gets up, fixing his clothes. âyouâre going to have to convince me for that.â
âplease,â you scoff, but he only shakes his head, ignoring that because he knows this âpleaseâ was wholly sarcastic
âtry harder,â he smiles mockingly before turning his back to you and moving to the window, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants and staring down at the city
a tyrant- thatâs who he is
he expects to get the maximum output out of anything he set his eyes on, no matter the cost- money or lives
you join him by the window, pointing at a few spots. âthatâs where people held protests against your company last week,â you tell him. âapparently, you have been exploiting labourers too.â
âthatâs what they think,â he spits. âi gave them more than they deserve. they just never learn to accept. they never get pleased.â
you look at jongho- he sounds like he is saying the truth. he has the art of sounding like a victim at times, thus justifying his actions
âdoesnât all that venom in your heart make you dizzy?â
jongho glances at you, his lips threatening to curl into a smile at your words
âdoesnât it get tiring, pretending to be moral?â jongho asks, trying to read your guarded eyesÂ
âthereâs no pretending. i never claimed that i was full of morals, mr. choi,â you sigh. âi just wish for my business to have a legal foundation.â
âand it will, you donât have to worry,â he responds, curling a section of your hair that had been resting on your shoulder in his fingers
you donât flinch at his touch. youâve known him since the beginning, and nothing he does fazes you anymore- except when he leans closer experimentally, locking eyes with you and trying to read you
âyou will get your shares, but you will have to convince me,â he says, voice barely above a whisper
it is a challenge. it is always a challenge with choi jongho
âwhy are you so obsessed with me?â you laugh this time, swatting his hand away
he joins, and everything almost seems normal for a moment- just two friends with too many inside jokes, except⊠it only lasts for a moment
âhow can i convince you?â you ask, sombre
âyou know what i want from you, y/n,â he replies in a similar tone
he wants a true partnership, except his idea of a partnership is where you bend to his will (and so is yours)
âdonât turn this into a legal battle, jongho,â you warn, âi would hate to summon you to court.â
âdonât turn this into a petty rivalry,â he counters, âyou will benefit from this project. you reputation wonât be harmed.â
âi donât want my name next to yours,â you tell him in all honesty and you think you see hurt flash in his eyes
âthat is not possible,â jongho declares. âour companies are not mentioned without each other. we are fated like that, you and i.â
that is true. no one dares to touch the two of you, so you two have always been alone
there is no one you both can trust. there is no one next to youÂ
except the two of you are always together, wherever you go, be it business parties, political dinners, or high-profile events
you can only trust each other, because despite knowing everything about each otherâs business, despite being at war with each other
you are always honest with each other- honest about your intentions and purpose
there is no one next to you because you two are always together, leaving no space for someone else
do you hate that? not really. does he hate that? heâs not sure
âyou can buy my shares from me,â you start, âor you can shift them elsewhere. i can handle whatever loss comes with that.â
âor⊠you can let it be and use the revenue for something âmoralâ,â he taunts and silence envelopes the room
âno matter how much you try to maintain a clean image,â he starts, gentler this time, âyou cannot undo the damage your forefathers have done to your company, y/n. seo enterprises will always be known as the company that exploited the weak to get to the top.â
you donât wince at that, though your heart aches to hear that
âjust like your company. except you are continuing in their footsteps,â you say
jongho nods, watching how your shoulders are curling inwards
âyou are not weak, y/n, stand straight,â he almost scolds, taking you by surpriseÂ
you find yourself straightening at his words, confused to see how conflicted he looks
âyou are the strongest person i know,â he tells you, and he means it. âi just donât get why you are atoning for their sins.â
âi donât know either,â you smile in defeat. âi just am.â
âwell, if you ever get tired,â he gently places his hands over your shoulders, âi am here for you. you can lean on me.â
you lock eyes with him, scanning his face. his smile seems genuine
the way he kisses your forehead makes your heart melt
when he embraces you, you lean on him physically
and you almost give in, exceptâŠ
âi can lean on you, huh?â you say, soaking in the warmth of his body, taking as much as you can before you continueÂ
âso you can end my career, merge our companies and crown yourself king?â
you look up at him, finding him smirking
just like you thought
ânot a chance, choi jongho.â
âhow can you see right through me every time, y/n?â he laughs loudly as you smack his chest and move towards the sofa to grab your purse
âiâm the only person who knows who you are,â you tell him. âyou can own the world, but you will never own me.â
his eyes glint almost dangerously
âchallenge accepted,â he says
you mockingly wave goodbye before exiting the room
choi jongho never changes, and neither do you
but somehow⊠it gets more addicting and electrifying to be with him, to compete with him and to stand with him
even though he is a tyrant, and you are everything that he is not
The Tyrant and His Defiant Ally
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BEGGING FOR SOME LIKE JACK FLUFF FROM LIKE A ROUGH DAY ON SET AND HIM JUST BEING SWEET TO US!! (my first scenariođ„ł)
ROUGH DAY
đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ : jack champion x fem!reader
đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: itâs one of those days on set, and jack is not having it. even worse that itâs his birthday, the day when itâs supposed to be fun and carefree. then, you come along to truly show how much he means to you.
đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: none! just tooth rotting fluff :)
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đđźđđĄđšđ«âđŹ đ§đšđđ: FIRST JACK FIC LFG.
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đđđđđ đđ đđđđđ đđ đ blessing. itâs a job where you have great opportunities to meet amazing people and be in hit films, but sometimes itâs a struggle. jack opens the door to his trailer with a clenched jaw, shutting the door as he looks around. his eyebrows twitch in confusion, noticing how youâre not in sight.
your boyfriend loves to bring you along to wherever he goes for filming. one reason being that he honestly canât live without you, but also because youâre his biggest fan and will support him through anything. usually, youâd be watching him act from afar or youâd be waiting in his trailer by watching TV or keeping yourself occupied in general. however, youâre nowhere to be seen.
heâs on a long break until later tonight, which annoys him. he just wants this day to be over. ây/n?â he calls out, peeking his head into the small bedroom. alas, youâre not there.
alarms start to go off in his head, although itâs silly. you canât really go anywhere, but since youâre not in your usual spot, the caring boyfriend in him makes him worry that something bad has happened. especially since you didnât text him that you were going somewhere or anything.
then, a giggle is heard along with the opening of his trailer door, and he turns around to face the noise. he takes a small sigh of relief when he sees you beaming from ear to ear holding a present bag.
while in the middle of a scene, jack texted you about the day heâs havingâlines he couldnât nail, and a director who seemed impossible to please. you frown slightly when you see his semi-disgruntled face, shuffling over to him excitedly to wrap your arms around his body in an embrace he desperately needs. he exhales deeply, bends down to nuzzle his face into your neck, and kisses it softly.
âsorry, i was hoping iâd be back before you were, but your mom and i got stuck in traffic,â you say in his chest before pulling away after long seconds. trying to make the atmosphere more positive, you smile and extend your arm with the bag in hand. âhappy birthday!â
the smallest smile appears on his face, grabbing your hand to head over to the leather couch to sit down. he places the bag onto the floor, removing the tissue inside of it to reveal his presents. his eyes widen in surprise, seeing more than he thought youâd get him. âyou didnât have to do all of this...â he says, a small blush forming on his cheeks.
he pulls out the first thing that sits on top of the rest, which is a homemade birthday card out of construction paper in his favorite color. he lets out a chuckle as he looks at the front of it, seeing two drawn stick figures that are supposed to be you and him holding hands with the title in big writing: HAPPY BIRTHDAY âąáŽâą
opening the card, thereâs a bunch of words scribbled on the right side.
jack,
*queue song* happy birthday to you!
i am so incredibly proud of you watching the way you chase your dreams. hereâs to many more birthdays, memories, and quiet moments in between the chaos. no matter how many lights and cameras around, youâll always just be jack to me. the one who laughs too loud, holds me close, and somehow manages to make me feel like Iâm the only girl in the world.
iâm so grateful to be apart of your story.
always, y/n â€ïž
p.s. like what your name implies, you are indeed a champion.
his heart jumps with joy, closing the note and leaning in to peck you on the nose. your face turns red as you try not to beam with happiness, tilting your head to the bag. âthereâs still a lot more.â
he nods, placing the card aside as he grabs a leather journal, specifically personalized for him. the border of it is embroidered with eye-catching detail, his initials JC in big cursive letters in the middle. you know jack sometimes likes to scribble lines down in between takes in a way to remember, or something to put his ideas in for fun. he flips through the pages rapidly, the gust of air flowing on his face as he smells the paper and leather mixed.
you watch his every move, nibbling on your bottom lip excitedly when he pulls out a small, navy blue box. inside of it is a chained necklace with a small pendant of a waxing crescent. the moon phase the day he was born.
scratching the back of your neck nervously, you speak. âthis oneâs a little girlyâŠâ you trail off. âyou donât have to wear it, you can hang it up or something for decoration. i just thought it was pretty.â
he nudges your arm with his elbow. âstop that. itâs beautiful; i love it.â
jack carefully takes it out of the box, undoing the chain and reaching behind his neck to clip it. the length is perfect, and the accessory oddly suits him. âthank you.â he says softly, running his hand over the moon and reaching into the bag once more.
this time, he pulls out two things. another book along with a film camera on top of it tied in ribbon so both items can stick together. while untying it, he notices the scrapbook underneath.
THE STORY OF USâŠ
he glances at you as he starts to look into it. the pages are filled with film photos, ticket stubs, and little mementos from your favorite times together. youâd written little captions under each, capturing inside jokes and sweet moments. it was something he could flip through on hard days.
however, each left page is blank. âyou can add to it whenever you have the time. it takes two people to make a love story, you know.â you explain, feeling somewhat cheesy and cringy at the saying, but you mean it.
last but not least, the last few items are snacks. homemade cookies, energy bars, and even a small container of his favorite food.
he feels overwhelmed by all of the gifts but in a good way. nobody has ever shown him this much adoration before, and itâs obvious how much he means to you. ây/n.â your name rolls perfectly off of his tongue, his eyes not leaving the presents now scattered on the couch cushion. âi love it all so much. genuinely, thank you.â
you place your hands on the sides of his neck so he can look at you, kissing him full of love. he cherishes you, and he couldnât ask for a better girlfriend. heâs always so grateful that he met you that time in his hometown. you made his đđđđđ đđđ turn around completely.
âhowâd you even do all of this?â he adds, starting to feel dumbfounded about how you did all of this under his nose without him knowing.
âi donât kiss and tell.â you say with a smirk. âbut also with the help of your mom.â
laughing, he grunts as he lays to rest his head on your stomach, your hands finding way into his wavy hair. âiâm so in love with you.â he mumbles, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it.
best. birthday. ever.
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Itâs Okay To Love Them Both
Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader x Enzo Berkshire
Kinda from all their POVs at different times. I absolutely love this and I am putting so much work into it that it is honestly funny and Iâm gonna cry when Iâm doneđ„čđ(may have gotten carried away) not entirely proofread yet.
Warnings: Fluff,Angst,Insecurities, Manipulation(kinda ig? I donât see it as manipulative but I wanted to include the warning for ppl who donât share that opinion), Nicknames(Princess, Gorgeous, Petal, Little Badger, etc)
*No smut but I can make a pt2 for that if itâs wanted*
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This was requested a LONG time ago and I REALLY hope the person who requested it is still here or in the old Taglist, I am so sorry this took so long. My brain just was not working properly for a long time but I think I am back in my groove. I have been working on this on and off for a literal YEAR so if you are not here I am so disappointed in myself for not getting it out to you.
You couldnât pinpoint exactly when you started to fall for both the boys, but it started so innocently, and now it felt like it was always bound to grow from the very beginning. You met Enzo first, he had been assigned your tutor at the start of term thanks to your poor Potions grade every year prior. He worked with you tirelessly as though it was more than something asked of him by the head of his house, and when you inevitably out grew the need for a tutor, he invited you to your first Slytherin party as a celebration. A party that was of course thrown by his best friend. Enzo talked about Mattheo non-stop and you just had to meet him, however when he spoke with you that fateful night, you realized the trouble you were in and you just couldnât stay away from him, you tried at first, but it was pointless.
The more you talked with them the more you felt for them. They were so easy to be around, Mattheo made you feel safe and heard, he always stood up for you even though his reputation could have been hindered by befriending a Hufflepuff. While Enzo made you feel known, he looked at you in a way that no one had before and opened your own mind up to itself. Even though they were so clearly different, as you grew closer with them, you began to notice just how similar the two were. Mattheo tried his hardest to hide it but on the inside he was the sweet boy no one saw, and Enzo had a hidden darkness within him that no one would guess, one that helped you come to terms with your own.
âHello Princess, Iâve got a question,â Enzo stated from your side as he caught you off guard in the corridors, ripping you out of your thoughts with his smile alone. He watched you intently with his soft, safe eyes as he waited for you to respond. He was used to your adorable shocked expression by now, he knew you somehow werenât used to this kind of attention yet, and certainly not from Slytherins, but he just couldnât stop coming back to you. Neither of them could, so they just didnât.
Itâs not like they sat down and planned itâŠ.well not exactly. The idea was there of course, from the second Mattheo saw you he knew he wanted you he just didnât want to hurt Enzo and even when they soon both realized they felt the same way, it wasnât really a conscious decisionâŠ.not in the beginning anyway. Theyâd speak to you one after the other like a pattern of turns, and never without telling each other beforehand. Eventually they started whispering about your little chats in their dorm late at night, almost debriefing the other as they reminisced and waited for their next chance to see you. It took quite awhile for the boys to realize just how far their feelings had grown, and not only for you, their own bond had been strengthened by their shared affections and time spent solely focused on you.
âOhâŠ.what is it?â You spoke, slightly dazed after staring into Enzoâs eyes for a few seconds too many, something he reveled in as your pupils dilated and your lips formed a smile against your will. He chuckled at your nervousness, poking his elbow out for you to take as you resumed your walk to the Library, you took it immediately, settling your palm into the crook of his arm as he took your books into his free hand.
âI was wondering if you wanted to accompany me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?â His voice was soft, calming, and comforting as he gently guided you through the tidal wave of students suddenly parting to let him through. It shocked you how not one, but two boys of such a high popularity status seemed to care so much about your presence. At first you genuinely assumed it was some joke, a prank some classmate had put them up to maybe, but after months of the two always coming back to you and getting absolutely nothing in return, you deemed yourself safe.
âLike aâŠ.?â You started, letting your sentence die out in embarrassment of being wrong, Enzo chuckled making your stomach jump as you entered the Library, âYes Petal, I wanna take you out on a date.â He turned to face you as he set your books on the nearest study desk, taking your hand in his as he reiterated in a soft voice, âWould you like to go on a date with me? We can do whatever you likeâŠ.or we can go with my plan?â
âYouâŠ.have a plan?â It wasnât like you were new to dating or having a partner, but you certainly werenât used to said partner putting in such effort for you, making you feel as special as Enzo and Mattheo did so easily. You gulped slightly upon remembering Mattheo, would he be mad if you said yes? Or hurt? Would he care at all? Would he plan a date for you like this?
âIs that a yes?â Enzo chuckled as he watched your brows furrow upon you falling into your thoughts again, âItâs okay if you have plans orâŠ.or donât want to join me,â He suddenly seemed very worried, his confidence faltering as you watched his face quietly.
âOf course I want to go with you Lorenzo,â He audibly sighed at your words, a warm feeling washing over him as soon as his arms wrapped around you, his head falling heavily against your shoulder as he laughed, âHad me thinking I ruined the best part of Hogwarts Lovely.â Your giggles pulled him from his hiding spot in your neck as your hands held onto his shoulders.
âNo way I am for favorite thing about Hogwarts,â You laughed with a shake of your head, avoiding his eyes as you moved away to settle into your study spot. Enzo watched you from a few feet away now, observing your genuine misbelief and wondering how you could look in the mirror everyday and not see a portrait of royal standard. How you could possibly not see that he was falling madly in love with you, certainly he wasnât that subtle was he? Heâd just have to turn in up a notch then.
âI was thinking we could get a drink at the Three Broomsticks,â his voice was low and soft as he approached you again, slowly âAfter which Iâll spoil us with a trip to Honeydukes,â he paused, stepping closer still as you avoided direct eye contact, âThen we can eat sweets as we take a walk around the Black Lake and talk,â you gasped as his cold fingers brushed your warm skin, pulling a strand of hair behind your ear and tracing the shape of your jaw before pulling your chin up, forcing an intense eye contact, âHow does that sound?â His voice was laced with his usual confidence once again as he placed his free hand on the desk, leaning into you further and towering over you with a smile. That crooked smile that was always so contagious made it impossible to stop yourself from smiling back and agreeing to the perfect date once more.
Enzo left the Library with a triumphant grin, giving you one last glance over his shoulder and throwing you a wink, reveling in your face glowing bright red. You found it difficult to suppress giggles as you tried to work on your studying, beginning to imagine your date with Enzo instead.
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It felt like you had spent days alone in the Library working on your homework, every little thought of Enzo distracting you from the work that had accumulated in your classes this week. You regretted not asking Enzo to keep you company, even though you were such a nervous wreck around him when you were alone together you just found everything to be so much easier with him there. It was like every bit of anxiety flitted away when either of your boys were there to comfort you.
âHey Gorgeous,â Mattheoâs smooth voice derailed your train of thought as the chair behind you loudly scraped across the dusty stone floor, making you cringe as Mattheo plopped onto the creaking wood so he was sat only inches from you. âWhat are you stud-â The loud shush from Madam Pince interrupted him as he laughed and held his finger to his lips jokingly, pulling his chair impossibly closer only to slowly whisper in your ear, âWhat are you studying?â
You tried to hide the shiver his voice sent down your spine, tingles covering your entire body before you could gain your control, âJust Transfiguration stuff, Iâm almost done though,â Mattheo hums beside you, letting you silently work as he watched your very concentrated face while you wrote. He quickly became impatient however, tapping his fingers and feet to different beats you didnât recognize as he slouched in his chair before dramatically sighing after only a few minutes and sitting up.
âAre you done yet?â He whispered, desperate for your undivided attention as he leant into you further, resting his chin on your shoulder to watch you like a lost puppy, âIâve got something for you, ya know,â His excitement was evident in his hushed tone, making you finally turn to look at him again while he excitedly reached into his pocket with a proud smile upon getting you to look at him. He struggled momentarily, cursing under his breath as he pulled out a thin golden chain with a badger charm dangling from it.
You eyed the fine jewelry in his hand for only a split second, it was truly beautiful and your exact style, but it looked expensive and too elegant to be for you. Noticing the guilty glint in your eye, Mattheo didnât give you the chance to deny the gift, believing it was yours already even if you wanted to throw it in the garbage as soon as he left. You would have to get used to being spoiled, he thought as he got up to delicately drape it across your neck and clip it in the back before you could ask the price or where he got it. He freed your hair from being trapped below the chain, bouncing it and fixing stray strands for you before leaving a kiss on the top of your head, âItâs almost as beautiful as you isnât it my Little Badger?â
Your face was painted red in a matter of seconds as his hands felt up and down your arms mindlessly, his fingertips leaving tingles everywhere they touched giving you an entirely uncommon burst of confidence. You jumped from your seat with a loud thank you as your arms draped across his shoulders, letting your head rest on his toned body as his arms engulfed you in his warmth and his chest vibrated with a laugh, âYou are very welcome Pretty Girl.â
Your eyes met as you pulled away from him, glossy eyes darting between his and his lips before you launched yourself forward to attack them with yours. Mattheo didnât waste a second in returning your kiss, letting your lips meld together as he sighed against your mouth, the taste of your lips better than he could have ever imagined. Your fingers got lost in his hair, tugging at his curls and deepening the kiss, forcing him to restrain himself by gripping onto your hips tighter to keep from smashing you into the bookshelf behind him and starting a battle between your tongues. You hummed in satisfaction, your senses and thoughts lost in Mattheo as he nipped at your bottom lip making you whimper and fall farther into him. You wanted the kiss to last forever, the feeling of his hands grounding you, letting your brain focus for the first time sinceâŠ..Enzo.
The image of the sweet boy who cared so much for you catching you making out with his best friend flashed in your mind, snapping you out of your pleasure as you abruptly pulled away from Mattheo with a shocked expression. Your eyes brimmed with tears at the thought of Enzo crying, hurting over you betraying him, hating you foreverâŠ.you felt horrible. Your teary gaze locked with Mattheoâs before you were pushing away and grabbing your books, rushing from the Library without another word. After only a second of truly believing someone had Stupefied him, the curly headed boy tried to catch up to you, desperately calling your name before losing you in the packed corridors.
Mattheo cursed to himself as he reluctantly turned away from the direction you took and toward the Slytherin Common Room. He couldnât stop thinking about every possible outcome this could cause, he should have said something, done something, but he was far too focused on your scent, your taste, the way you felt in his hands. Heâs such an idiot, he needed to fix this, the thoughts bouncing back and forth in his mind as his legs numbly carried him through the castle.
âYou need to make sure this date we planed goes well because I may have just royally screwed usâ Mattheo was almost shouting as he slammed the door of his and Enzoâs shared dorm behind him, thanking the Gods that their dorm mates were off doing who knows what.
âWhat!? What are you talking about?â Enzo rushed forward on his bed, tossing his reading aside as he watched Mattheoâs face contort in worry. He could tell by his fidgeting hands and pacing of the room that he was truly worried there was no going back from whatever he did, and without a second thought, Enzo was standing to pull him into a hug, asking again, softer this time, âWhat went wrong?â
âShe kissed me and I fucking kissed her back,â Mattheo snapped, slipping out of Enzoâs comfortable grasp as he pinched at the bridge of his nose, âand then she looked so sad and my mouth just would not form any words. I stood there like a fucking asshole while she was crying because I was too focused on her lips on mine.â He sighed, chewing at his thumb as he paced back and forth in the middle of the dorm.
âShe kissed you though thatâs a good thing, not exactly to plan, but that means she probably likes us bo-â Mattheo was always so calm and collected, except for when it came to you, every worry that flashes through his brain about never seeing you again makes him less and less reasonable.
âI think her rushing out crying tells me otherwise Enzo,â Mattheo began to ramble, his brain was far too worried to be able to keep a single thought inside, âWe need to give her space, let her have time to think before your date, sheâs probably confused sheâŠ.she probably doesnât want to get hurt or or I donât know hurt anyone else. She doesnât know we want to be with her togetherâŠ.what if she thinks something bad li-like youâll be mad.â Mattheo snapped his fingers and pointed to his best friend as though he had it all figured out, just to return to his ranting.
âMattheo calm down, we donât know anything yet okay,â Enzo knew that when Mattheo got like this, feeding his worries would not help, but as he continued to list off the many holes this plan had that they were just now realizing, the heavy feeling of anxiety settled into his chest.
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When the next afternoon finally came, you contemplated skipping the date entirely, telling Enzo you had plans after all, but some part of you just wouldnât allow it. That same part controlled you as you desperately searched for an appropriate first date outfit, throwing dresses and various tops and bottoms on and off as your dorm room grew messy. âDamn Y/N/N, I knew you liked this boy but jeezâŠ.this much worry about an outfit?â Your dorm mate and best friend since First Year jokes as she strutted into the room.
âHannah youâre a lifesaver, I need to borrow a dress, and it needs to be a good one because I already have something to apologize for.â You rambled, turning to her trunk that was always available for you to search through.
âWhat could you have possibly done to that boy that needs an apology? I think he very well could be obsessed with you.â She giggled, not realizing your worry as you halted your actions entirely, âIkissedhisbestfriendâ you jumbled, turning but avoiding the eyes of your best friend who only understood you thanks to her knowing you so well.
âYouâŠwait did I hear that correctly? You- you and Riddle did what now?â Her shocked, almost excited expression had you feeling worse as you abandoned your search for a dress, flopping down onto your bed as tears welled in your eyes. âHeâs gonna hate me when he finds out.â You sighed, hiding your face in your hands as the bed dipped beside you to make room for Hannah.
âHey heyâŠ.Sweetie no rational person could ever hate you.â She sighed, rubbing the back of your hands as she pulled them from your face, âThis is a grey area okay, you havenât made a commitment to either of them and itâs clear they both want to be the one picked. You need to make a decision somehow and if they donât want to make it easy on you this is going to get dramatic.â Your eyes met hers in confusion as tears ran down your face and onto your mattress, âI guess what Iâm trying to say isâŠ.you need to make a decision either way and the only way to make the right choice is to know how they both would treat you, and the only way to find that out is to explore both options for a bit.â
âButâŠ.I donât want to hurt them, and I want them both in my life stillâŠ.I donât know what Iâd do if I made a decision and the other never spoke to me again.â Hannah gave you an apologetic smile before piping up again, âWellâŠ.it would be cruel to keep them both at your feet waiting just to never pick, youâve got two options here, let them go and hope you meet someone else one day, or come to terms with what may happen after you do choose.â
âIâm gonna choose, I just canât yet, I donât wanna lose either of them.â
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Enzoâs breath catches in his throat as he sees you walking into the crowed dining room of the restaurant, the red fabric of your dress hugging you perfectly. The badger necklace he had helped Mattheo pick out rested on your chest so wonderfully he just had to comment on it. âWell isnât this cute, whereâd ya get it huh?â He asks in a teasing tone you know so well.
âUm well, Iâ As you start trying to speak all that can come out is sobs at the thought of hurting him, suddenly your dress is too tight and the room too stuffy, you canât breath. âI um,â you try but once again fail. Before you can think you feel hands on your waste and your being tugged out of the busy restaurant by someone as Enzo follows. Once the door was open you rushed into the cold air and walked away from the two.
âDid i do something?â Enzoâs voice was desperate, strained to a point that you thought he was about to cry right now, âPlease just tell me how I messed up so i can fix it, I promise I didnât mean to hurt you,â His voice raised as you kept walking to catch your breath pacing back and forth before taking notice of Mattheo standing beside him.
âWhat are you doing here?â You spit out, not meaning for it so sound as mean as it did, you sigh as you correct your voice, tears beginning to fall again. âIâm so sorry, I thought I could pick but I canât, I love you both and I am so so sorry.â
The boys eyes lock together immediately and as though on cue they start to laugh, they know itâs wrong, they know they shouldnât but they canât stop. And somehow you know it is okay and start to laugh too.
âWhat is wrong with you two?â You ask between tears and laughter, you must look a mess but your two best friends still stare at you as though you hung the moon.
âPetal, we want you too, you think we can chose. Us. Two of the dumbest people you have ever known.â Enzo says with a giggle as he steps up to you to kiss you tear streaked face. âIâm so sorry I didnât tell you sooner Petal, but I was planning on having Mattheo come to our little date anyway, we wanted to tell you tonight how much we want you. Together. All of us.â
Your eyes dart to Mattheo as he smiles wildly down at you, âso youâre not mad at meâ
âOf course not Princess, youâre our perfect girl.â Mattheo says in a soft voice as he moves to wrap his arms around both Enzo and y/n, leaving a kiss on both their cheeks as comfort he has never felt begins to settle in his chest. He can be happy like this.
Your rapid heart beat begins to settle in the arms of your two favorite boys, your tears continue but only from happiness and the feeling of pure luck bringing you to the happiest moment of your life.
âNow, how about we finish the date we had planned for you Petal.â Enzo sates as he grabs your hand, your other quickly being grabbed by Mattheo as they begin to lead you to Honeydukes.
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hi there, iâm sure you get a shit-ton of messages per day and whatnot, just wanted to say that your art is very cool beans and is slowly inspiring me to be okay with drawing again because even when you say some of your drawings are rushed, they still look perfectly fine to me, and you still post them. itâs helping me, even while struggling with how to be alright afterwards when a piece doesnât turn out good in my mind, soâ thank you, banana(ananana)
Anon⊠đ„č It really makes my heart swell to hear my silly things inspire people⊠Iâm so happy to hear youâre learning to be okay with your drawing. Itâs hard, for sure, because we are our harshest critics. But itâs okay to post stuff, even when youâre not happy with it, because you never know when it might mean something to someone. Thatâs something Iâm slowly learning myself.
If youâd like to message me privately so I can follow you, feel free to! Goes for anyone, too; if you want me to follow you, you can reply to this post saying âfollow me!â if you so wish! Iâm trying to pay more attention to my dashboard (tumblr and all its changes over the years made it hard for me to interact with my dash because itâs not like it was when I first got tumblr), so Iâd like to see (and reblog) more art from other people.
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TOLD YOU I WILL WRITE IT FOR YOU ahh iâm so glad to know you like how it turned out đ„č i was very nervous because itâs my first time writing this kink!
tbh i donât think youâre being delulu i can really see him doing this for you cause heâs just sweet like that, and wants to see you happy ^^ ALSO heâs the type to think ânah iâm not that bossyâ but then have the best time of his life domineering you mhmm he doesnât really wonder what he might be into until you start introducing him to things in the bedroom đ
my favorite treat
day 28 â pet play w/ jooyeon ââ kinktober â
đâ đ bf!jooyeon x fem!reader
genre: smut â mdni! wc: 1.1k
contains: established relationship, sub!reader, pet play, collaring, pet names (kitten, kitty), oral sex (m!rec), lingerie kink, dirty talk
a/n: this is my first time ever writing pet play so please keep in mind this is very experimental and new to me. iâm not sure if i did this prompt justice, but i still hope itâs enjoyable for those of you who are fans of this kink. i donât mind writing for it, despite it not being my thing, but now i know that if iâm going to write it again it will be like this - without going into too much details solely because itâs not my strong suit <3
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It's never difficult for you to shift your boyfriend's attention from what he's in the middle of doing to you and you only.
The moment you enter the room in your newest pair of black lingerie Jooyeonâs eyes move away from the computer screen and fixate upon the sight of your figure instead, tracing the little amount of lace that's covering your appetizing skin.
Your pretty legs moving in his direction is enough for his hands to forget all about his task and for his thighs to separate, creating room for you to position yourself.
âYou naughty girl.â Jooyeon's heavy hand lands on one of your cheeks as you turn around to wiggle your ass and demonstrate him your playful mood. âDon't you see that I'm in the middle of something?â
You shift to face him and as you slowly settle down between his legs, Jooyeonâs hands take a hold of the armchairs in search for something to help him control his urges - to rip off the lace right there and then, and bend you over.
âI miss you, baby.â Your lashes flutter softly as you rub your cheek against his inner thigh.
His mesmerising eyes darken with lust just from having you in this submissive position alone, gazing up dreamily with filthy fantasies clouding up your mind.
âI have a little gift for you, do you want to see it?â Jooyeonâs one hand strokes your hair gently as the other one opens the desk drawer. âYou want to be my pretty kitten, right, baby?â
Your eyes widen with surprise as they follow his movements. Can it be what youâre thinking⊠Your voice tilts with hopefulness as you whisper that you doâŠ
Jooyeon catches the immediate sparkle that starts shimmering in your gaze once you see the pink collar in his hands. It makes him grin with affection; heâs happy to be able to fulfill your fantasy that youâve hinted about to him few times.
âItâs a pretty one, huh?â He leans forward as you still on your knees so he can put it around your neck. âJust like you.â
âI love it,â you say softly while looking up at him. Youâre touched by the fact he remembers that youâve been wanting one like this.
âShh,â Jooyeon tucks your hair behind your ear before tilting your chin up, âcats donât speak, baby.â
He grins at your coy smile before leaning back in his seat.
Your fingers caress the accessory, causing a light ringing noise in the silent room. Not only does it have a small hook with a cute bell, but also a delicate ribbon.
âIt matches your pretty panties.â Jooyeon observes your obedient figure while palming his erection right in front of you. âBe a good kitty and show them to me again.â
You make a slow turn while remaining on all fours then start crawling in the opposite direction so he can enjoy the view of your ass; of your thighs slightly separated and your hips swaying erotically.
When your boyfriend calls at you behind your back you stop to focus on the guidance of his low voice.
âDonât go too far away from me, kitten.â
You change directions again, with lip playfully tucked between your teeth, but Jooyeon seems to have even more fun than you now. He whistles before propping up on his knees and reaching out with one hand.
âCome back here, pretty one,â his wide smile softens once youâre between his legs again, resting your chin on his palm before rubbing against it with affection. âSuch a good kitty.â
His lips part in a sigh the moment your tongue sneaks through your mouth to glide onto the inner side of his hand.
The wet contact shoots a pleasant thrill in his body, and once your lips wrap around his thumb after few more kitten licks, Jooyeonâs boner twitches against his boxers.
âIâll take such good care of you, kitten.â He glances down at your hands resting on top of your thighs. âYouâre well behaved, I donât even need to discipline you.â
Your lustful eyes continue to shine at him as you pull back from his hand, but eventually shut closed so you can guide your mouth elsewhere - into his crotch as you want to express your needs.
âMmm, you trying to tell me something, kitty?â Jooyeon asks, but his own greediness starts to show too. It creeps into his airy words and the way his hips move into his seat. âIs there something you want right now?â
You run your flat tongue against his evident stiff length and acknowledge his grunts as you sense the presence of his hand on top of your head.
âFuck⊠You want a treat is that it?â
The positive answer comes through more licking and rubbing of your drooling mouth onto Jooyeonâs cock thatâs throbbing beneath his clothes. The arousal in your own core builds up at the same fast rate as his and you keep swallowing the urge to whine out loud from how much you want him in your mouth.
âWell, you canât get it yourself, can you?â He grins playfully looking down at your pouting expression. âYou can try answer me though. I bet you sound as cute as you look.â
âMeow,â you mewl, then hide your face in his lap, feeling it heat up.
Jooyeon cannot suppress his chuckles and pats you on the head.
The treat he gives you at once fuels your body with lushly sweet pleasure.
To express your gratitude and love, you keep gazing up at him with wide eyes, as he supports your pace by holding your hair in his fist. You know eye contact drives him crazy when your mouth is full of his dick and you want to please him in every way youâre capable of.
Your lips stay streched, wrapped around him nicely, meanwhile his cock glides effortlessly through them thanks to how copiously you slobber.
âYouâre the best kitten in the world,â he sighs softly before finally letting his head fall back. His fingers relax and stay resting on your head without interfering with the sensual speed of your mouth that feels perfect in the present moment. âYouâll earn more treats if you keep doing so good for me.â
After one last glance at his parted lips, you slide down his length, and hold still with his leaky tip poking into your throat.
A moment later, Jooyeonâs voice cracks blissfully as his cum shoots in warm ropes which you swallow with delight.
Even as you do your best to stay still while his overwhelming rush lasts the bell of your new collar continues to ring throughout the room with every little movement of your neck; reminding you exactly who you belong to.
! please do not repost, copy or translate my works
! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes iâve might missed
#i can finally take a breath now that i know you enjoyed it đźâđšđ©·#kinktober#kinktober 2024#feedback <3
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BOOM. HUSKERDUST INSPIRED BY THE VALENTINES PLAYMATS BE UPON YE
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#drag's art#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin hotel angel dust#hazbin hotel husk#angel dust#husk#hazbin angel dust#hazbin husk#huskerdust#I FOUGHT THIS SKETCH LITERALLY ALL WEEK#NO JOKE#I STRUGGLED FOR THIS đđđ#really like how it turned out so đ„čđ„č#1k#1.5k#2k#2.5k#3k#3.5k#4k
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I â€ïž Balin đ„č
#bagginshield#thilbo#thorin x bilbo#Bilbo#bilbo baggins#balin#balin the dwarf#tolkien#digital sketch#fanart#planetvries art#my art#âïž art#balin is so sweet and I love that he cares for thorin#and defends Bilbo when that goldsickness hits thorin#and how he interrects with Bilbo is so sweet I LOVE GRANDPAAA đâ€ïž#when heâs crying all alone in that one scene and then Bilbo comes in to ask him about the arkenstoneâ AGH MY HEART#đđđ#anyway that balin was just gonna be a little bust sketch#but I really liked how he turned out!#and then I added in a Bilbo sweating under his gaze bc of course#working on some Legolas and Gimli stuff too so stay tuned for that!#balin: I know thorin gave you that mithril shirt lad#bilbo: oh uhâ I meanâ I suppose he didâ how did you know thatâ?#balin: we all saw#Bilbo: *confused* uhhh⊠yes⊠well⊠alright then#balin: *clasps his shoulder* congrats lad#Bilbo: âŠâŠâŠ.excuse me what#balin: đ„č#Bilbo: âŠ. what is happening right now???
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Quite a zoo you got there, Connie... đđŸ
(more photos under the cut!)
#AAAA I FINALLY GOT IT ALL HUNG UP!!!!! AAAAAAAAA#for the most part... still a few empty spots on the other side of my window#i'll fill it gradually as i collect a few more alan magazines/advertisements đ maybe animals too bUT i might keep them to the other side#STILL DECIDING.... there's not a single general theme to each wall of my room just. animals. ALAN PRICE.#well except the record wall behind my tv sort-of#AND THE PRICE-BURDON CORNER. THE UNSUBTLE PRICE-BURDON CORNER.#everything i did in that corner was 1000% on purpose#including buying an issue of fabulous just for the eric photo on the back#aaaaa all of these magazines and posters make my room so bright now.... i love the paint color as is but the contrast is really nice too đ„č#kind of like how the animals and alan came into my life and really brightened it up aaa.. đ„č#GOSH SAPPY STUFF ASIDE. I AM VERY HAPPY WITH HOW THIS TURNED OUT!!!!#everything is vintage/original copies btw!!!! no photocopies at all!!#special appearance of the comfort shelf(tm) as well#needed to hang up that photo of hilton hitting john with the stick... that was important#along with the 'congratulations mickie most and lulu' poster LOSING MY MIND ALWAYS AT THAT#losing my mind at my price-burdon issue of beat instrumental..... aaaaaaa#the animals#eric burdon#hilton valentine#chas chandler#john steel#alan price#not a second mag#things i said today#british invasion#60s rock#vintage magazines#classic rock#vintage collector#sooo many pokĂ©mon scattered about as well I LOVE THEM DEARLY. I LOVE MY SPECIAL INTERESTS. ALAN PRICE HAS A GLACEON.
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Celebrating the birthday boy đ
Kurusu Kazuki | May 16
#yâall Iâm like really really happy with how this turned out#I wanted to draw them being intimate and playful#like just genuinely happy to be holding each other#I hope it comes across that way đ„č#fun fact: kazukiâs undies are pink because the first time Rei tried to do the laundry himself⊠well you can guess what happened#Rei was mildly depressed that heâd screwed up so Kazuki felt like he couldnât get too mad#anyway he didnât have the heart to throw out the pink undies⊠and secretly theyâre now his favorite pair#kazurei#kazurei fanart#buddy daddies#buddy daddies fanart#kurusu kazuki#suwa rei#still hate drawing kazukiâs hair btw#karlyboy art#< new art tag!
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HUGE SHOUT-OUT TO @drawnbinary FOR MAKING THIS A VERY SPECIAL PRIDE MONTH!!! đ„čđ»đâšïž
#cRYING CRYING SOBBING SO LOUD!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! đ„čđ„čđ„č#i was sOOOO EXCITED WHEN I SAW YOUR SHOP WAS OPEN TO INTERNATIONAL BUYERS AAA#your hassius art is PERFECTION. PURE DOMESTIC BLISS.#DEPICTING THEM WHOLLY IN LOVE.. SO TAKEN BY ONE ANOTHER... AAAA SO SO SO GOOD#love the quality of the phone charms by the way aaA!! such a satisfying feel to them and i love the added level of detail with their backs!#yes i had to get the geeka too because.... very simple math. i am a lesbian and i see rika and geeta. *explodes*#GOSH THE LITTLE BONUS PINS YOU SENT ME MADE ME OUTWARDLY SOB!! THAT WAS SO SWEET OF YOU#i love that drawing you did of them in a LOVING. BLISSFUL. WARM EMBRACE. AAAAAA I'M WEEPING LIKE HASSEL#my own art too GOODNESS!!! THANK YOU!! that little drawing i did of brassius sculpting the little gible statue is still one of my favs đ„čđ„č#aLSO FOR THE RECORD I love how the lanyard turned out!! the muted colors actually look really nice and i'm a huge fan of pastels!! đ#helps to highlight the encouraging and gentle way in which hassel has an influence on brassius' art style#IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS ABOUT THEM AAAAA#THANK YOU AGAIN KRIS THIS WAS WONDERFUL!!! PRIDE MONTH REAL!!!#flygon used boomburst#Y'ALL WHO LIVE OUTSIDE OF AUS AND WHO LOVE SCARVIO GAYS PLEASE ORDER FROM THEIR SHOP WHILE YOU CAN!!!
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there are so many scenes in dangerous romance that are perthchimon-y. and a few individual ones as well...... dangerous romance the show that you are
#gaiaxyposting#(starts pulling out perth and chimon interviews from memory) So Like#YOU CAN REALLY TELL I DONT EVER NOT THINK ABOUT PC BEING ABLE TO RELATE TO KANGHAN AND SAILOM#like. chimon initially started acting when he was ~16 to support his family financially#and thats something hes said he relates to about sailom (having to work from young)#and perth mentioning how he relates to kanghan being seen as good-for-nothing because he acts out in school and such#n perth was able to turn his life around eventually too and become a better person#this has been clawing at my brain since i watched the ep oops#and of course theres chimon who didnt take singing jobs bc of past trauma -> sailom who is self conscious about his voice#perth and kanghan encouraging chimon and sailom to sing and perform đ„č
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Vampire könig chef kiss. And the chase scene was perfect
EEEE m glad you liked it đ„č
#anon.exe#honestly i've never written anything like that before so i was a bit hesitant about it but#i'm really happy with how it turned out đ„č
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summary: a situation between pogues and kooks at the beach made Rafe rethink his priorities
word count: 1.8k.
warnings: season 4 spoilers, established relationship, mention of the dead turtle, that hoe Ruthie, protective Rafe
a/n: i'm obsessed with season 4, y'all. absolutely in love with everything that's going on and especially with Rafe being in a better place with a girl that he actually likes đ„č this scene at the beach with turtles just made me sob, so I really need someone to drag that bitch by her hair. sorry not sorry.
Your heart was beating with adrenaline from the scene that just happened at the beach, with Topperâs girlfriend almost running over the pogues and being the usual insane bitch that she was. Rafe stood beside you, silent but shaking his buzzed head in disapproval.
Kie was standing on her knees on the sand, in shock, with juice still dripping down her face and hair. She brushed off the help of her friends, instead standing and picking something up from the ground, without hesitation, going towards the group of people around you. They seemed absolutely delighted by the whole situation, laughing, fist bumping each other, and making you want to punch every single one of them in the face.Â
You didnât even want to be here in the first place, not with a bunch of people with whom you shared mutual hatred towards each other. Rafe was your only connection with them, and it seemed like even for him it was a bit too much. A fun day at a beach with a little surfing competition, where even Topper and JJ seemed to have some fun together, took the wrong turn way too quickly.
âLook what you did! Is this okay?â Kie stopped in front of Ruthie, reaching out her hand to show something that you werenât able to see, but by the look on her face it was obviously serious to her. âThere was a turtle hatch, you idiots! You drove right over it!â Your stomach twisted at the realization, and you took a step closer to see it yourself.Â
âOh my God.â You whispered, catching a glimpse of a tiny dead turtle with a crushed shell laying in the palm of her hand. So little and harmless that the picture of it brought tears to your eyes.Â
âDonât look, baby.â Rafeâs deep voice mumbled near your ear, with a warm hand sprawled across your back to try to distract you, but you shook your head, unable to take your eyes off it.Â
âAll right, but it was only one.â Ruthie said with her usual attitude, nonchalantly pointing to the rest of the turtles that, luckily, were perfectly fine. Your mouth opened in disbelief, and you looked at Rafe to see him uncomfortably rubbing the back of his head.Â
âIâm so sorry, KieâŠâ You whispered to her, stepping further away from the kooks, eyes drifting again to the dead animal in her hand. No matter how hard you tried to fit in with Rafe and his friends, you could never be one of them if it meant to be a bunch of pompous and cruel rich kids. You thought that, maybe it was time for you to finally admit that.Â
âItâs not your fault, Y/N.â She briefly looked at you, because despite not being friends, there never were any arguments between you and the rest of the pogues, always keeping cool and friendly with each other. âThereâs something wrong with you, people.â Kiara looked back at the kooks with disgust written all over her face.Â
âIâm leaving, Rafe.â Barely holding back your tears, you looked back at your boyfriend, before picking up your beach bag from the sand and turning around. âIâm sorry again for them, Kie.â
âNo, wait, Y/N.â He pushed through the crowd, wide-eyed, quickly approaching you and grasping your wrist. âThis is notââ
âI donât want to be here. I didnât sign up to hang out with your friends when I started dating you, okay?â You groaned in frustration, attempting to move, but Rafe stopped you. âI donât even know why weâre here, why you are here, when you clearly donât enjoy it anymore.âÂ
âListen, this is not so easy, okay?â He rolled his eyes, but you knew it was not fully directed at you; Rafe was already struggling with trusting those around him, and the fact that you slowly but steadily made him reconsider his current surroundings did not help.Â
âYou are not like them, they are not your friends, donât you understand it?â The pure desperation was speaking in you, searching for the answers in his eyes. You overheard some people laughing at you, as they were too confident that Rafe would never listen to someone like you, someone from the cut, not even realizing the war that was currently going on in his head.Â
He was silent, thinking, making his already overwhelmed mind go hundred miles per hour to figure something out, because you were right. The more time had passed, the more the two of you were together, the less Rafe found himself enjoying the presence of his old friends, the less he wanted to do that childish bullshit.Â
âThis dumb fucking bitch almost ran over people and killed an innocent animal because her big ego got hurt, do you understand?! So Iâm leaving. Alone or with you.â You almost whispered the last part to him, too scared that he'd not choose you. At the end of the day, you were a pogue, and no matter how much you tried, you would never be good enough for Rafe.Â
âWhat did you just call me?â Ruthie arched a brow, now shooting daggers at you.Â
âI called you a dumb fucking bitch, didnât you hear me?â You spat, finally having a good enough reason to tell the truth right in her face. âOr are you too stupid to get that through your thick scull?âÂ
âThatâs rich, coming for a pogue. Itâs just a cycle of life. And if you, losers, are so offended by that, itâs not my problem.âÂ
âA cycle of life? Getting flattened by a truck is not a cycle of life.â Kiara pushed Ruthie with her hand, and it nearly turned into a fight, with JJ standing by his girlfriend's side. You turned away from them, too frustrated and drained to bother listening to the rest of the conversation, your gaze shifting to Rafe, who still held your hand.
âI want to leave. Stay here if you want to, I donât care. Iâm done with them, Rafe.â Your teary eyes met his blue ones, and he shook his head, pulling you closer with your forearms. The mere thought of you leaving him, angry and upset, triggered a whirlwind of panic within him.
âHey, no, Iâm not staying, okay?â Rafe's hands, now much gentler and delicate, touched your cheeks, wiping away a few tears that you could not keep back. Rafe had never been too comfortable with the display of emotions, and he was pretty sure that it was the first time he had actually seen you cry. And he knew how much you had always carried for animals, how you petted every stray cat or a dog on the street, and how you hated any form of violence against them.Â
The pulsating and aching feeling in his chest at the sight of your tears made him want to drop everything, or rather, eliminate everyone who had upset you, and just hold you in his arms.Â
âAw, look at you.â You heard that annoying voice behind you back again, pulling you out of the bubble in which you fell, and turning around, you saw that Kie and JJ were no longer there. Your eyes instantly rolled back as Ruthie looked at you with her usual fake sympathy, crossing her arms over her chest. âGo back to your side of the island, youâre not one of us. Donât even know why Rafe bothers to bring you here when youâre just another dirty toy toââ
Rafe left your side before she could finish her sentence, looming over her with the most furious expression you had ever seen on his face. Everyone and everything seemed to fall silent for a moment, and you held your breath, unsure what he would do. âWanna say some bullshit about her? Try to do it right in my face and see what happens.â
âYouâre not seriously protecting the pogue. Sheâs not on our side.â Her smile faded, her eyes now nervously looking between Rafe and Topper, who was standing behind her back.Â
âCâmon, RafeâŠâ He started, but quickly shut his mouth as soon as Rafe turned his head towards him with a silent threat. You felt your heartbeat quickening as the atmosphere started to get even more intense. Everyone around you also started arguing and saying God knows what, but Rafe was awfully calm, and it frightened you even more.Â
You moved closer to them as you made your way through the warm sand, until you were able to place a comforting hand on your boyfriend's back. He was so tense under your touch that it amazed you how the hell he was not shaking because of it. The only times you had ever seen him behaving that way was when people whispered something about his father behind his back.
âItâs okay, Ray.â You whispered, kissing his shoulder and sliding your hand down his back to take a hold of his bicep.Â
âYouâre lucky that I donât hit women. But if I hear a single word about my girlfriend again, you will regret it, I promise you." Your stomach flattered from the way he protected you, from the way his friends opened their mouths in shock at his words. Even Topper and Kelce were too stunned to speak, sending each other weird glances. âControl, your crazy bitch, Top.âÂ
As if nothing had happened, Rafe stepped back, throwing a protective hand over your shoulders and guiding you away from the group. He was silent for a whole walk towards his truck, only stopping near the passenger door and turning you to face him.Â
His worried blue eyes were almost shining under the bright and hot sun and you saw words forming in his head and sitting at the tip of his tongue. You waited another minute, while Rafe was focused on your necklace, thinking. His hands found a place on your waist, rubbing circles into your skin, until he finally took a deep breath and looked up.Â
âYouâre right.â He said simply. âIâm not this person anymore. That shit with racing with pogues was fun and all, but I didnât like what happened today.â You half smiled, nodding and encouraging him to talk. âIfâif I want to be like my dad, I need to have my priorities straight. No more of this bullshit, no more fake ass people, yeah? Youâre the only one who's been here for me for a long fucking time. Youâre the only one who I can trust, baby.â
His hand cupped your cheek, eyes focused solemnly on you, before he lowered himself closer to you to place a kiss on your lips.Â
âThis is the right decision. Youâve overgrown them, youâre a better man now. And iâll be here for you whenever you need me, I promise. I guess itâs just us now." Your body sagged against his, too wrapped in the comfort of his presence to even care about anything else. Your lips brushed against his, making Rafe groan.
âJust us, baby.â
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à»ê± âË â SLUT STRETCH ME OUT ! âïčâșĄ
gojo & geto, toji, sukuna, choso
đÌž warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, backshots, praise, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling, gojo and geto eating you out at the same time, choking, overstim, squĂŹrting, daddy kink, dĂck slipping, mdni.
â° TOJI FUSHIGURO
âfuck are you even talkinâ about.â toji scratches his head, watching as you straddle his lap. you had a mere pout go against your lips before struggling to get your words out. his voice pitches, a deep and rough low. needless to say it turned you on, quite more than you thought it would. âspeak up. donât like when ya mumble.â
âiâm serious,â you chastise, eyebrows sweetly furrowing. âno guyâs ever made me umâ finish.â
toji had an unreadable expression, your breath hitches once he grips your hips before giving you an intimidating stare. âriiiiiight,â and heâs clearly not taking you serious. if anything, toji finds it insulting. you nearly moan, scooting up against his lap just to feel his bulge prod underneath your shorts. âand iâm a virgin,â he scoffs underneath his breathâyou gasp, watching as he makes you turn around, facing the opposite way. your chest hits against the soft padded mattress before he trails a hand up your ass. âwe can fix that problem right now, princess. just watch me.â
âhow?â
âhow?â he mocks your tone. âdonât ask stupid questions,â he spanks your ass, and you moan from the sheer recoil. for a split second, it tickles. yet thatâs when he softly caresses the palm of his hand against his skin and you bite your lip once you suddenly feel the plump tip of his dick graze against your slick entrance. ânow now, bend that ass over ân iâll show ya how. how âbout that, girl.â
he was so mean, so sassy too. the air around you grew so thick. it made your toes curl, just knowing tojiâs eyes was leering towards your rear the entire time. âgood girl. like that. ass up ân face fuckinâ down,â and embarrassingly enough, you were already so soaked. sopping right through your pretty panties. he gets ahold of your ass, making it scoot up high before seconds later heâs deepening himself into you. âmhmm,â he grunts, feeling your warmth swallow him whole. tojiâs cock was so thick, the hefty girthâ you could feel your tongue start to shamelessly salivate. âno oneâs really made ya orgasm, princess?â
ânâ no,â you whine, feeling your slick coat him from all the way down to his base. your legs spread just a bit, and heâs just about halfway in before your lips part, forming into a cute 'o'. âthink itâs some kind of scientificââ
âokay girl donât piss me off,â toji grits, and once heâs finally in, a single thrust was just enough to send you straight over the edge. you kneeled on the bed, the right sight of your cheek presses against the sheets before you moan. âainât nothing scientific about this. yâer gonna have an orgasm. just trust me.â
you mewl each time he gives you a spank, a mean spank that merely rings throughout your ears. tojiâs thick cock brushes against your entrance, and once he starts up a paceâ itâs over.
tojiâs pace, his movements . . it was simply delicious.
such sloppy rude hips smacking into you, youâre barely even clinging onto the bed by this point. your back is arched and by this point youâre being fucked against your own mattress. it was always known, whenever toji fucked⊠he fucked hard.
he loved you, but his striking disrespectful hips always said otherwise. this entire angle was purely amorous. this was always his favorite point of view, you with your ass all up, face being pummeled into the whitened silky sheets. everytime, you start to whine once you felt toji deepen his hits just a bit further. so good that he leans up directly close to you. the back of his foot prods against your neck and you feel his sock rub further down against your skinâ the cottony wool that runs behind the back of your head sends you chills.
ât-tojiiiii, fuckkk,â youâd whimper, feeling him literally fuck you with his foot just resting against the back of your head. he was so lazy.. so lazy and yet you never failed to throb from it everytime.
âthatâs not my name when âm deep inside this nasty cunt, girl. letâs try that again.â he gruffs lowly.
âfucking..â you grumble, cutting yourself off. he always found your attitude to be so amusing. toji leans up close, a hand wrapping around your neck as heâs still pounding such thick inches into you, ruthlessly. âdaddy, think âm gonna cum. iâi feel it.â you spat, cutely wriggling your hips against him.
such a cute whiney voice, his length stretches so deep within you that it makes your eyes roll and roam everywhere. heâs just gifting you with hit after hit. your jaw just drops down the moment your left leg starts to profusely twitch.
once a sudden wave of nerves bundle and brew up inside you, you whine out a sweet, âoh my g-godddd,â whilst heâs still maneuvering plenty of circles against your pussy. youâre just here, arched over, bent over for toji fushiguro like some slut. his slut.
âgood girl,â he huffs out, slowing down a bit. ârelax for me, yeah. shut that mouth ân listen to how sloppy this pussy gets just for me. all for me.â
those two weak legs of yours, they felt like mush. shakey and just utterly useless. he spanks your ass a final time before he rubs tender circles against your throbbing sopping pussy thatâs just barely getting over its recent euphoric release.
âsheâs got so much to fuckinâ say, listen to her with me,â he whispers, using the entirety of his wrist to rub between your legsâ heâs still plugged into your cunt with his shaft, yet heâs multitasking by playing with your pussy. you whine, your legs trembling in arousal and he just lowly chortles.
âawww. no back talk now, huh?â he purrs before playfully tugging your hair back, leaning to lick a long stripe down your neck. âexactly what i thought. canât fuckinâ orgasm my ass.â
â° SUKUNA RYĆMEN
âhm? never orgasmed before huh? greedy fuckinâ girl. ân here iâm thinking my fingers was just enough for you.â sukuna teases and youâre just speechless. heâs holding them up for you with the most cunning grin plastered on his face.
you moan, feeling him sink two thick pairs of digits into your slick heat. he sneaks a chaste kiss near your inner thigh before leaning in to press his lips against your pussy, savoring the sweetened taste. âkuna thatâs not what i meanâ i just, i want you to make me finish.â
ânah. donât try ân correct me, little girl,â he grouses. âyou are greedy,â he grunts, giving your cunt a swift spank to make your thighs twitch, âbut fine. if you wanna orgasm that bad, iâll give it to ya.â he mutters, warm minty breath going against your clit.
your sheeny lips part and part from the way heâs fingering you and eating you out, lapping you up so sloppy likeâ his lips latch and lock against your folds and your eyes just roll all the way back, wayyyyy back into the depths of darkness that your skull provided. he was so filthy, he just couldnât help it.
you kiss your teeth freely, feeling his two fingers vigorously insert deeply. in and out, in and out. heâs prodding against that spot repeatedly again and again. it was nothing but a mere sight, all of the stimulation combined had you tongue tied and cross eyed.
âf-fuckkk, âkunaâ sukuna.â
âshut the fuck up ân give me that orgasm, woman,â and your head gets all fuzzyâ heâs so mean, giving your cunt even more various spanks, the palm of his hand is coated in nothing but your wet arousal and itâs so cute. âi gotta spank again ân again just to have you finish on me?â
âdonât tell me what to dâ do.â you protest.
âlast time i checked, i know how to make myself cumâŠ. unlike someone,â he grunts with a menacing glare. it was so unintentionally sexy.
his cruel eyes stare right into yours before he sits up, spitting right on your pussy. a wet long glob trickles down and itâs so messy, heâs so messy.
he runs his middle finger down your slit and his eyes never once leaves your cuntâ not even for a moment, a split second even. you meet eye contact again and as you hold the bottom of his chin, his fangs poke out. sukunaâs entire chin was covered with nothing but your sweet wetness. he laps it up slowly with his tongue, making sure you watch his every move before going back to plant a kiss against your throbbing entrance.
your were so close, never once staying still. you just squirm and squirm. gradually, you felt something start to unhurriedly build upâyou couldnât exactly pinpoint the feelingâŠ. however, both of your ears started to burn up hot, electricityâs pulsing through you all at once. âi feel something s-sukuna.â
âcourse ya areâ he hums cockily with a low raspy laugh following shortly after. once you wrap a hand around his length, you moan once he smears his throbbing leaky pre-swollen tip against your pulsating entrance. âmessy little girl. so eager ân all just for me. canât help but be nasty for me, huh.â and within quick moments, he already feels himself starting to bottom out. sukuna groans, feeling you selfishly swallow him up and itâs so warm. immensely, your walls grip around him tightly and you feel yourself reaching a specific shock waving peak. âlet this pussy make a mess on me, donât gotta be shy,â he hums. âitâs just you ân me here, girl.â
not only do you orgasmâ you end up squirting all over him too. it comes out in a quick spray, and itâs so much that your maw drops and your eyes become insignificantly droopy.
itâs so adorable, at least in the curses eyes. sukuna barely gave you a few of his rigorous thrusts before youâre already losing yourself, your hearing turns into complete white noise. âoâoh my goddd.â youâd sob out, and he smirks.
sukuna gives you a chaste kiss, only to quickly pull away to teasingly lick against your bottom lip. ânasty little girl. didnât no one tell you to fuckinâ squirt on me.â
âsâ sorry,â you moan, feeling yourself still continuously throb. your orgasm took nearly everything out of you, you were panting and you watch him kiss you again and again, tasting the own flavor of yourself on his tongue. he pulls away, his pearly white fangs playfully biting near your lip before he brushes a thumb against your lip.
âthatâs not what i wanted you to say, girl.â he rasps.
your body felt so tingly, for a moment youâre confused before you slump forward into his chest. âiâ thank you?â
âand?â
âi love you, sukuna.â
âi love you too, brat,â he breathes, and as a thumb of his strums against the top of your lip, he snarls lowly, staring right into your eyes before squeezing your lips together. ânow open your mouth. i want you to be more of a messy girl ân taste yourself some more. say ah.â
â° SATORU GOJO & SUGURU GETO
âguys iâm not joking,â you protest between your words two best friends. you lie against between the two of them, basically sandwiched them both before a cute pout forms against your spit-glossed lips. âi literally canât orgasm. i read somewhere ân think itâs genetic or something.â
geto chuckles. âgenetic, hm?â
gojo leans near you to press a kiss against your neck.
âmmm. maybe you just havenât found the right guy to do it right,â and you moan once gojo trails a hand down to part between your legs. âooh i know. how âbout you let me ân sugu try to fix that with our tongues? maybe thatâll help.â
âfor once, satoru doesnât have a dumb idea.â
âshut up, man.â
once you tell them to go ahead, you suddenly found yourself being laid flat.
you mewl out a sweetened whimper, your ass raised all up in the air. geto runs a thumb down the slick part of your entrance before lapping his tongue against your cunt. his technique was always so filthy, eating you out like a starved man.
his tongue, it was so lengthyâyou felt it skim all throughout your folds, occasionally sucking against your clit. your entire body tremors before you feel gojo lean in to slide his tongue against your puckering neglected hole. âso greedy. takinâ us both, right pretty girl?â
you whine at getoâs words, feeling the sensations of both of them eating you outâ at the same time too, one focusing their attention towards your clit, another towards your ass. gojo moans, warm breath fanning against you before he repeatedly delves his tongue inside. he was so sloppy, breaking his lips away on occasion to spit before lapping it up for a final time. over and over, getoâs flicking his tongue against your sensitive nub for the umpteenth time and your body immediately starts to quaver. it felt too good, extremely. your mouth starts to grow dry and your toes just curl up with such quickness.
âfâ fuckkk,â youâd sob out, wriggling your ass against getoâs face and he just snickers. he kisses the fat of your ass with a smack from his palm, and you moan. pretty soon, your thighs start to ache and you were merely drooling. âdonât s-stop, keep going pleaseeee.â
âtaste so sweet,â gojo huffs out in frantic breaths, still running his pink tongue against your rim. you donât think youâve ever experienced something as lewd as this beforeâespecially with the two of your best friends. the three of you fooled around a bit, practically inseparable, maybe occasionally eating you out every once and a while ⊠but this? not by a mile.
geto smiles, already so pussy-drunk. your slick coats near the very bottom of chinâgifting it with your sweet wetness. how generous, as his tongue mindlessly hovers against your cunt, he gives it another long suck. each flick against your nub made you start to see starsâ it was apparent, you were practically numb, although, you started to feel it. a sudden incoming wave approaching at a high chasing speed. you werenât sure what it was but it was oddly unfamiliar.
âyouâre being stingy, sugu,â gojo grumbles, shoving his best friend aside before rolling his tongue against your cunt alsoâ you were just soaked, you heard a single slurp from gojoâs mouth and you had just about had it. a rippling tingle emerges, and static just pours right out of your hot-tempered ears. your orgasm was so cute, it was a mere squeak.
whilst you dissolve into pleasure, succumbing to whatever lewd voice that had you in a tight chokeholdâ getoâs still dragging his tongue against your clit before he turns toward gojo. âiâm the stingy one?â and right before gojo could reply with something snarky, he leans in and kisses gojo.
he moans, kissing back right away. the pure taste of your honeyed slick that ran down both of their chins, they tasted it. geto snickers, watching gojo suddenly form into a puddle, such an easy pushover. while they kissed, he pulls away before going back towards your cunt, spitting on it before pulling gojoâs head close to make out with him againâ they both lock lips while fighting over over your cunt.
âs-suguru, âtoruââ youâd moan, the arch in your back never subsiding.
âkiss me again, suguââ
âno, satoru. this is about out girl. not you.â
âhmph, donât gotta be so rude.â
â° CHOSO KAMO
âyouâyou canât orgasm either?â choso says with a sweet look of surprise. he has a genuine reaction, dark pools of eyes staring into you as youâre just barely hovering over his leaky tip. âthought it was just me.â
âreally?â you murmur, not expecting that to be his reaction. choso had the cutest expression plastered on his face. he was sweating, a plethora of sweat droplets race down his bare chest before he clings onto your waist. with a nod, he skims his eyes down towards your body before shyly darting away. âyouâve never had a orgasm?â
choso replies in a timid tone, a weak grin forming on his lips. âno. thatâs ⊠kinda why i was gonna ask if we could make each other finish together,â and his face turns completely flushedâitâs adorable. âof course i-if you want to. i just ⊠just wanna make sure youâre feeling good too ân not just me.â
you lean in to kiss near his cheek and he moans just from the simple touch. a sweet mewl departs from his lips, and once you gradually make your way onto his hardened length, he sighs deeply.
âletâs do it together then, baby,â and chosoâs droopy eyes stare at you once more. itâs cute, he swallows thickly before feeling you slowly bury his cock right into your gripping walls. you lean in to plant a wet kiss near the crook of his neck before you started to move. âhey, look at me.â
âiâ i donât like when you call me baby,â he pouts, feeling you start to create a rhythmic pace. your hips moved so slow against him, pretty soon chosoâs dark irises started to roll swiftly in harmony. âitâs embarrassing.â
âitâs cute,â you tease, rocking back and forth. everything felt like an illusionâjust being engulfed in your wet heat, it was a dream. choso couldnât even try to suppress the lewd moan that leaves his lips each and every single time. âyouâre even more louder than me, baby.â
âshut up, âs not t-trueee,â and his words briefly drag before you quicken the movement of your hips by default. chosoâs sat manspread, and heâs just about to lose it. your pussy grips against him tightly, and itâs so good that heâs huffing out white breaths of air each time. âyâyouâre such a,â and he pauses before groaning. his left thigh starts to bounce, a cute attempt at trying to keep up with your pace and thatâs when he feels his dick pound into you again and again. thwacking, it became repetitive, heâs captured in a hypnotic trance all because of your hips. âlove how you fuck me s-so good, pretty girl.â
you continue to pepper his twitching mouth with kisses, and his hands roam up your waist before pulling you back against him.
âcâchosooo,â youâd hum out, although in comes out sounding like a soft purr. you were perfect in his eyes, even your smell. it was simply enchanting, so sweet. your perfume wafts against his noise before within seconds later the crown of his cock meets that particular spot. âdo youâ do you feel it too?â
âi feel it baby, âm gonna cum iâ i think,â and he sounds unsure, his voice was so shaky and he holds you right into his arms. his warm embrace, chosoâs breathing patterns became quaky, it was so cute. how his naturally low voice pitched, a fiery pools into the lower depths of your abdomen as you grind against him at a much more fast tempo.
chosoâs jaw then abruptly tightens once his dick ends up slipping out of your cunt â he pouts, his tip now smearing against your cunt before he freezes and before he realizes, heâs already cumming, hard. âo-oh shit.â
even his swears were cute, choso grunts the moment his now flaccid dick sprays the entrance of your pussy with stringy ropes of his cum. velvety ropes, heâs feeling a spring coil tightly and you ended up following shortly afterward.
you moan, grinding against his now soft shaft that was just laid underneath, not even plugging you inside anymoreâyou shut his moans up with a simple candied kiss. choso trembles, parting his lips before gripping your ass. each moan that escapes from his lips sounded even more pretty and melodic.
once choso breaks away, a pretty sheeny cobweb of spit departs from his lips and yours. you watch as he brings a hand between your thighs.
âs-so much,â he pants, smearing the tips of his fingers with his own seed. he liked admiring his own mess he always created inside of you. it was lewd, yet he wanted more. more of you.
âletâs .. letâs do it again. please? iâ i wanna be dirty for you, please. this time i⊠i wanna see how a human squirts, princess. teach me?â
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âmy lord, her highness requests your presence in the garden.â
said manâs eyes open slowly, and he narrows them at the servant who instantly kneels to the ground. he scoffs, ârequests? she sure has become impudent.â
the servant trembles, âthatâs how she worded it, my lord. I swear I have no role in it.â
âI didnât speak to you,â sukuna replies as he gets up as places his foot on the servantâs head, pressing into the ground a bit more.
the servant whimpers but tries to be as quiet as possible.
sukuna warns, âand youâre to address her as âher highnessâ or âthe queenâ only. do you understand?â
âbutâbut I did?â he splutters.
â âthatâs how âsheâ worded it?â â sukuna sneers.
âI didnât mean it that way! I am sorry! I am sorry! my apologies, my lord!â the servants chokes out, and sukuna takes it as the cue to kick him out of his way.
he starts walking towards the garden, while stretching and examining his surroundings.
the palace hasnât changed in the time he was gone which was good. at least the human servants are capable of doing one thing right.
the gates to the garden open, and they reveal you.
deep down, the sight brings a bit content to sukunaâs heart, seeing you alive and well. however, that is a vulnerability that he would never admit, so he gets closer to you.
youâre giving him your back despite, definitely, feeling his presence.
he groans, âwhat do you want?â
âwhere have you been?â you reply with the same tone.
he rolls his eyes, arms folded on his chest, âfighting, obviously. I was passing time.â
he hears you take a deep breath before you speak up, âand you couldnât tell me in advance?â
he can tell that youâre trying to sound calm and collected. yet, he still canât pinpoint whether youâre angry or sad. either way, he believes that your attitude is unacceptable.
he chides, âdonât blow it out of proportion, and you have the nerve to ârequest myâ"
âyou have been gone for a month.â
the edges of sukunaâs lips quirk up just a little as he starts to understand why youâre acting like this.
ânot the first time,â he hums.
he sees your shoulders raise slightly, and they seem to get tenser by the second. you speak lowly, âbut you usually tell me before you depart.â
he closes his eyes in annoyance.
this looks like it will drag out longer than he prefers. what he expected when he returned was him spending time with you, his wife, not you giving him your back and seemingly lecturing him.
âstop beating around the bush,â he commands, âwhatâs wrong with you?â
you grip your kimono tightly in your fist and squeeze your eyes shut as you exclaim, âyou had me worried sick!â your voice is watery and is shaky, but you couldnât help it.
you had spent the past month alone, nobody knew of sukunaâs whereabouts not even uraume. were you supposed to just calmly wait for his return?
he may be strong, but is it always guaranteed? especially considering how the sorcerers are always planning a way to lead him to his demise.
you bite your lip as you hold back a sob. meanwhile, your husband quirks a brow, âyou crying?â
you open your eyes and stand up abruptly, âno, I am not!â
throwing the hood over your head, you turn towards the other entrance and announce, âI am going inside!â
you start your march with determination, but as you get close to the gate, you hear your husband sigh and stop you by the arm. he pulls you towards him, tearing off the hood to take a good look at you.
your tears are not plentiful, but he can see their traces.
you frown and try to pull back, âlet go, sukuna!â
he raises a hand to cup your cheek and squishes your cheeks like a pufferfish. your eyes widen, and you furrow your eyebrows in frustration.
âstop this,â you shoot.
he looks silently at you for a few moments, and it starts making you nervous. you finally decide to ask, but then he starts wiping your tears.
you blink in confusion as he lightly scolds you, âfoolish girl.â
you register the insult after a few seconds, and it makes you frown and look away while grumbling, âshut up.â
you sniffle lightly and pull away from him. he looks down at you, silently watching you. you try ignoring his gaze, but then you just snap your head at him and huff, âwhat are you staring for?â
you study his face for bit then falter, âif itâs about yelling at you then I am sorry, okay? I was frustrated andââ
he pinches your nose, making you yelp.
âyour worrying is unnecessary,â he says slowly, âI will always come back.â
sukuna, you realize, is comforting you. he lays a hand on top of your head and commands you, albeit gently, âso stop crying.â
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đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ ⯠As the campusâs well known fâŁckboy, Satoru Gojo wasnât known to stick around for more than one night in one bed. Well, that unspoken rule just didnât apply when the bed was yours.
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Absolutely unbearable.
If there was any way to describe the campus fuckboy, itâd be that.
He was knownâinfamous for his unique way of fucking women and somehow leaving them attached, yearning for him once more after just one night, while he only left unscathed with his balls empty.
Satoru Gojo was insatiable. And you hated him.
You failed to see what everyone saw in himâhe was a total idiot for fucks sake! Granted, he had a pretty face and could be quite charming, and you really couldnât say for yourself if he was that good in bed, but good things about him paled in comparison to his horrid personality. He knew how attractive he was, and used that any chance he got.
How did he manage to talk his way into and out of anything? You simply didnât know. But you hated him.
That wasâŠuntil you yourself finally had a taste of Satoru Gojo.
Drunk at a party and so utterly wasted, youâd failed to acknowledge who was hitting on you, who you got into the taxi with to drive back to who knows where. His hands all over youâso rough yet inviting, even after the alcohol in your system had gone you still found yourself pulled into a trance.
A trance that seemingly pushed you to his bed and under him. Seemingly had you moaning his name all night and for more to come.
And seemingly, now, opening the door to your apartment so he could come in. So he could come in and fuck you like heâs been doing for the past months. Well, thatâs just what he thought would happen anyway.
âSatoru,â you huffed, watching as the tall freak plopped himself onto your couch, momentarily jerking his head back before he responded with a hum.
âCan you stop acting like a fool and try not to break anything for once?â You chastised, pointing to a hand of his already playing with the flowers in your prized vaseâhe hadnât given you those and had no right to taint them.
The white haired man groaned, rolling his eyes and following you down the narrow hallway to your bedroom. Your steps halted at the doorway and so did his, a low snicker leaving his lips as his hands slid to your waist.
âSo,â he sighed in your ear, brushing his soft lips past the skin of your neck, big hands squeezing the flesh of your ass as he snaked them down. âYâjust gonna keep on being grumpy or you gonna let me fuck?â
âSatoru,â you exasperated for what seemed like the umpteenth time, though you didnât dare take his hands off your body, already surrendering to the feeling. âJust because weâve been fucking doesnât mean that I only invite you here because of that.â
You turned around to face him. âWe have a project to do, remember?â
âYeah, yeah. Weâll start after I start.â
And what was Satoruâs definition of that?
It was pushing your head further down into your pillows as he absolutely ravished your cunt, simultaneously holding both your hands back with just one of his.
His thrusts were deep and calculatedâto the point where it felt like he knew where every pleasurable spot inside you was. Perhaps he did.
âDickâs got you all quiet now, hm?â he smirks, sliding his free hand up your back and to your head, pulling your hair back as he speaks. By then you were a drooling mess and as much as youâd hate to admit itâyouâre practically dumb on his cock, moaning incoherent little babbles of his name and how big he feels.
Satoru grins behind you, smug because heâs got you, the most prim and proper girl on campus choking on her own saliva. It all felt so surreal, you felt surrealâyour soft hips, the succulent ripple of your ass as his hips connected to it, your moansâfuck everything you did was driving him crazy. Even though it was supposed to be the other way around.
He was the one who was supposed to be ingrained in your brainâbut here he was, inches deep inside your wet, reeling pussy after he swore the last time he was in your apartment would be the last.
But thereâs always a reoccurring cycle with you. He just canât stop.
âHahâmphâslow down, Sâtoru!â you mewl, fat tears swelling in your waterline, your ears perking up at the rhythmic plap! plap! plap! of your sweaty bodies colliding. âIf âm too loud my neighbors might hear,â
âYeah? Let them hear how good Iâm makinâ you feel then,â he breathes, shallow and unsteady, his toned chest moving in tandem with his inhales. The deep tremble of his voice seems to move throughout your body, vibrating through you in such a maddening way that youâre almost cumming from the feeling alone.
What was even more provoking was the way he pulsed against your gummy walls, thumping and pulsing inside you loud enough that it seemed you could hear it.
Andâgod was Satoru close, so close he could feel the static of his high zap though his fingers. He groaned, head thrown back in bliss as he swallowed, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he did so deliciously.
Your head was spinning from the mind-dizzying pleasure, eyes rolling back in what Satoru can only admit is the most remarkable expression heâs gotten out of anyone heâs fucked.
His hair was sticking to his forehead now, sweaty from how fast he was working to thrust into you at his abnormal pace. âCan Iââ
âNo.â
A defeated sigh and a pained grunt as he pulled out just as he was about to teeter off the edge of pleasure, taking himself in his hands and finishing the job. Satoru jerked himself as he watched you shake and convulse in euphoria, your body unwinding as you let your limbs go limp.
Cum seeped from your pussy, dripping down to your clit and sheetsâand that sight was all he needed before his hot seed was spurting all over your back, the sensation causing a broken cry to leave your lips.
âFuck,â Satoru mouthed, breathing hard as he gave your ass little smacks of approval. âThat wasâshitâso good.â
You nodded, head turning to the side as you watched him take off his cum-filled condom, and dump it in the trash. Satoru plopped back on your bed once he was done.
A smirk graced his lips and you rolled your eyes in annoyance, knowing nothing good could come out of that look.
âWhen do you think we could do it raw, hm?â
âWhen you get tested for every type of STD.â
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