#ser adulto es tan cansado

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[mr-anilem]

Historiaaa~ Espero que por aquí se pueda entender parte de esta pequeña historia, cada vez que suba algo a twitter dejaré un enlace abajo si es que hay algo qué contar 👍

11:32AM -Salón del 1-B

Por Bonnie:

A veces pienso si el acuerdo estuvo bien, pienso que somos impecables ante cualquiera pero por un pequeño desliz tuve que decirle a Fox sobre nosotros y Bon no lo sabe, al menos sé que Fox me apoya pero Bon no tiene a nadie y eso me da una preocupación, él es alguien nervioso y hasta tierno, pero es tan frío y serio cuándo no estamos juntos que parece otra persona q-que cuándo actuamos a veces le sale tan natural que hiere un poco, pero obvio es falso.

Me estoy cansado de no poder saludarle entre clases o buscarnos a la hora de almorzar, me pregunto si los amigos de Bon entenderán. Tiene muchas cosas encima y es más joven que yo, cómo puedo ser yo el adulto qué el necesita o almenos un pilar para poner fin a esa presión... Espera me está sermoneando? Qué dijo, la pta porqué soy distraído.

Parte anterior Aquí 👇

https://www.tumblr.com/mr-anilem/771146720874823680/1123am-sal%C3%B3n-de-1-b?source=share

Parte 1 (inicio) Aquí 👇

https://www.tumblr.com/mr-anilem/764733794014167040/qu%C3%A9-tall-siglos-no-entro-aqu%C3%AD-en-esta-cuenta-pero?source=share

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se me ocurrió una cosa basándome en esta canción y como me da flojera dibujar dejo la versión escrita

Empezamos con Martin de 5 años quien está enojado por la llegada de su nuevo hermanito. El bebé en sí le da igual, lo que le molesta y pone triste es que sus padres ya no le ponen atención.

Meses y meses de "el bebé esto" "el bebé aquello" Martin estaba cansado. Quería volver a ser hijo único, quería volver a ser el centro, quería que sus padres lo amaran otra vez...

Después de otro día de ser ignorado, Martin se encuentra viendo las estrellas desde su ventana ¡cuando se le aparece un hada!

Esta hadita le ofrece ir a un lugar donde será el centro de atención, donde todos sabrán de él y nunca estará solo.

Martin, frustrado, acepta y se va volando a Nunca Jamás

Es todo un sueño. Tiene amigos, juegos, es el personaje principal de este mundo.

Mientras tanto en casa, unos padres lloran la perdida de su hijo.

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Pasa el tiempo, el bebé creció y ahora tiene 8 años. Hasta donde sabe es hijo único y su vida es... Bastante miserable.

Por motivos que desconoce sus padres no lo dejan salir de casa. Ni a la escuela ni al parque, siempre está bajo la mirada atenta de algún adulto. Tiene tutores y niñeras, su cuarto es cerrado con llave todas las noches, su vida se limita al interior de su casa.

Debido a esto, Chris, se sumergió en la lectura. Sus favoritos eran libros de fantasia, soñaba con mundos fabulosos de aventuras y libertad.

Una fatídica noche Chris fue despertado por un brillo. La niñera olvidó cerrar la ventana y por ésta entró un hada. Para sorpresa de la misma, el niño estaba emocionado, esperando que éste fuera su boleto a la libertad.

Y lo fue. Con emoción voló hasta el país de Nunca Jamás.

En este lugar todo eran juegos y diversión hasta que-

¡Cuidado! ¡Los malvados piratas nos atacan!

Un enorme barco interrumpió las tranquilas playas. Se escucharon disparos y gritos.

"¡Chris!" gritó el hada "¡este es tu momento!

Chris voló hasta el barco y vió a los piratas. Adultos. Todos ellos. Bebiendo, gritando, no les importaba a quienes estuvieran dañando. Al verlo lo amenazaron, diciendo que ahora ellos controlaría la isla y deberían obedecerlos. Esto a Chris no le gustó. No solo porque amenazaban a sus amigos y seres inocentes, sino porque aún guardaba resentimiento hacia los adultos por no dejarle vivir su infancia como cualquier otro niño. La soberbia que emitían hacia hervir su sangre. Entonces lo vió.

En la proa, parado triunfante estaba el capitán. Cabello rubio y ojos azules como el mar mismo. Su cara, su risa, su voz.

Era el calco de su padre.

"Es momento de cumplir tu anhelo" le susurró el hada a Chris antes de que se abalanzara contra los piratas.

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Lo había logrado. Derrotó a los piratas, ¡salvó a Nunca Jamás!

Entonces...

¿Por qué se sentía tan vacío?

¿No era eso lo que quería? Sin amenazas adultas, realmente no quedaba nada que le quitara su libertad. Los juegos seguían, nadar con sirenas, cazar con los indios, volar por el atardecer.

¿Por qué ahora nada le emocionaba?

.....

yyyy al final Chris se convierte en el nuevo Capitán pirata y fin, ya no se me ocurre como seguir la historia xD

no se si luego lo dibuje pero eso, ahí la idea

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Nanami Kento e Hijo adoptivo lector

Género: Headcanons

Lector: neutro

Advertencias: SPOILERS GRANDES DE EL ANIME Y MANGA!!! típica violencia del canon, lector es hijo adoptivo, Angst-Fluff.

para innovar un poco, creo que este lector en particular podria pertenecer a un clan relevante de hechiceros.

pero eso no significa que fuera algo bueno...

lector, desde que eran jovenes, fueron expuestos a diferentes tipos de "pruebas" para poder probar que eran "dignos" de su linaje familiar, que estaban obsesionados con llegar a ser uno de los grandes clanes.

sin embargo, eso termino lastimando mucho a un joven lector, tanto física como emocionalmente.

lector nunca entendieron porque su familia era tan cruel con ellos, o porque los presionaban a tantos extremos.

pero ellos realmente no conocian nada mejor, asi que siguieron con esa vida durante una buena parte de su niñez, siendo lastimados por maldiciones, por sus familiares, por sus padres ...

y si bien desarrollaron un gran nivel de habilidad con la energia maldita gracias a esto, definitivamente no los dejo satisfechos...ni a su familia...

lector solo pensaron que era porque no era suficiente, pero eso solo los lleno de las desesperanza, asi que, un día, fue y decidio fugarse un rato.

nada permanente (en el momento), solo para reflexionar...

ahi fue cuando Nanami los conocio.

puede ser de cuando el recien salio de Jujutsu tech, o cuando estaba como oficinista, pero definitivamente no se esperaba un niño pequeño caminando solo por Tokyo, EN LA NOCHE.

Y lector sintió algo con respecto a este hombre, no era alguien normal, era un hechizero.

si Nanami sintió lo mismo de lector o no, no le importo en el momento, lo que le importaba en ese momento era saber que diablos hacia lector ahi.

y por las que Nanami estuviera cansado y con nada de ganas, lector no pudo no notar la preocupación GENUINA en este adulto frente a ellos.

algo muy extraño...pero al mismo tiempo le gustaba...

lector estaba tan conflictuado que nisiquiera le respondio a Nanami al principio. por lo que el asumio lo peor y decidio llevar al niño al unico lugar que parecia seguro en ese momento.

Shoko.

probablemente ahi Nanami tiene mas del contexto sobre el origen de lector, sobre lo loco que esta su clan y que la mayoría de los niños que viven ahi no logran llegar a la mayoría de edad...

esto debido a los horribles entrenamientos y traros aue reciben.

y Nanami, por mas que se diga a si mismo que no es su problema, no puede dejar a lector asi.

un niño tan joven no deberia tener una vista tan desesperanzada.

un niño no deberia ser visto como un medio para un fin por su propia familia.

un niño MERECE ser un niño...

y Kento se aseguraria de eso.

asi fue como oficialmente lector termino bajo el ala de Nanami. para sorpresa de todos(incluso lector mismo).

me imagino que si lector estsba con Nanami cuando el todavia era oficinista, Nanami insistiria en llevar a lector a una escuela, pero se retractaria completamente de esta idea ya que lector, pese a parecer inofensivos, eran mucho mas agresivos de lo que parecian.

desde ahi lector estudio gran parte del tiempo en casa, al menos hasta que Kento les enseñara las normas sociales standar y como manejar mejor la frustración.

definitivamente lector se soprende de lo gentil que es Kento en un inicio, lo cual es entre triste y enternecedor.

por un lado, Nanami sabe que lector viene de un ambiente difícil, pero ¿estan hablando en serio cuando lector se estremece al recibir un ABRAZO?

definitivamente activa bastante los sentidos de mama osa.

HABLANDO DE!

Nanami definitivamente es muy protector de lector de su familia biologica.

una cosa es oir los rumores que dicen que ellos estan locos, y otra MUY diferente es escuchar las propias experiencias traumaticas de lector sobre como ellos los trataron.

Y ELLOS HABLAN DE ESO COMO SI FUERA ALGO NORMAL.

lector tiene el abuso de su familia tan normalizado que cuando Nanami lo trata con la minima descencia, lector se siente aun mas atraido hacia el.

puedo ver a lector teniendo algo asi como una personalidad de gato negro en el inicio de su relación con Nanami, osea, confiaba en el, pero eran bastante paranoicos para evitar ser heridos de nuevo por alguien de confianza.

pero al mismo tiempo este niño esta HAMBRIENTO de tacto.

por lo que cuando Nanami no tiene problema con que lector este cerca de el constantemente, termina orbitando a su alrededor casi 24/7.

no es tanto el caso cuando son adolescentes, pero cuando lector es un niño, definitivamente era mas pegajoso con Nanami(a veces el lo extraña...)

Kento explica de forma super family Friendly a lector varios aspectos del mundo de la hechizeria, y trata de hacerlos sentir comodos al estar cerca de otros niños.

aun si lo hace con una cara seria, a Nanami le da mucha ansiedad que a lector le vaya mal en algun aspecto.

Nanami es bastante paciente como cuidador/maestro, no solo porque esta lidiando con alguien joven, sino con alguien que sabe esta traumatizado.

y tambien, ya que lector esta bajo su total supervicion, Kento trata de equilibrar las cosas "anormales" con cosas de una vida normal.

especialmente si lector decide continuar con la vida de hechicero.

definitivamente uno de los actos de servicio mas frecuentes de Nanami es comer juntos cada que puedan, ya sea carne con Ino, hacer comida juntos, salir a buscar comestibles, etc.

Kento trata de pasar mucho tiempo de calidad con lector. no solo fuera del trabajo, sino dentro.

por ejemplo, Nanami le enseñaria personalmente a lector tecnicas basicas de energia maldita para que ellos desarrollen solos su propia tecnica.

Nanami es alguien mas autodidacta, por lo que deja que lector use su talento crudo como le plazca(mientras no lastime a otros obviamente).

Kento solo pone los límites necesarios para el aprendizaje, es suave pero firme.

en todo aspecto.

definitivamente es uno de esos padres que realmente no le gusta pelear con lector. nisiquiera de broma.

lector confía en el y claramente no le gusta que le molesten ¿porque lo haria?

(gracias a esto, a Kento probablemente no le gusta que Gojo este cerca de lector, porque los hace sentir incomodos y pa que mentir, es molesto).

cuando lector quiere ser un hechizero, definitivamente puedo ver a Nanami tratando de convencerlos de NO hacerlo de la forma menos condescendiente y mas razonal posible.

ya sea diciendole lo difícil que es prosperar con los hechizeros, que se podria topar con su familia, que podría MORIR por las maldiciones.

Kento dira todo esto de forma tranquila porque al fin y al cabo estos son solo sus argumentos para TRATAR de convencerlos de no hacerlo.

el no los va a obligar a no hacerlo, no esta en su poder.

y sinceramente? aun si Nanami quisiera, el no podria hacerlo.

porque cuando ve a lector, crecido, y con ganas de hacer algo por primera vez en dios sabe cuanto tiempo, EMOCIONADO incluso, no puede pensar en pararlos..

lector definitivamente es igual de protector de Kento como Kento de el.

por ejemplo, si ellos estuvieran en la pelea con Mahito, el tendría suerte de poder huir de lector enfurecido por el daño que le hicieron a su nuevo amigo(Yuji) y a su PAPÁ.

la leyende dice que Mahito aun tiene pesadillas sobre ese dia...

Nanami definitivamente es un padre bastante orgulloso, temeroso por su bebe, pero orgulloso.

si lector tiene algún logro academico excepcional, Kento los lleva a algun restaurante de su elección, no importa cual, y probablemente es el tipo de padre consentidor. especialmente le gusta darle libros a lector.

durante el torneo de Kioto? Nanami internamente es la mayor fangirl de la historia cada que lector pasa una prueba/vence a alguien.

definitivamente Nanami lloraria en silencio si lector le llega a llamar "papá" por accidente o en las primeras fases de su relación. simplemente nunca penso que quisiera tener un hijo y ahora MIRALO!

incluso cuando lector va a vivir a los dormitorios de la academia, Nanami aun asi hace visitas constantes para checarlos, asegurarse de que coman bien, hablar con ellos, etc.

si Nanami y lector estan asignados a la misma misión, ten por seguro que lector se quedará detras de Kento todo el tiempo. no porque quieran! sino porque Nanami se NIEGA a que ellos vayan adelante y se arriesguen a sufrir daño.

su otro mayor lenguaje del amor, como puedes ver, es la protección.

si lector no se cubre, Nanami lo hara por ellos. si lector esta por ser lastimados, Nanami sera su escudo, y sigue.

Nanami no esta perdiendo a alguien asi de bueno, no denuevo.

definitivamente el se ha abierto con lo de Haibara con lector, no solo por ciertas situaciones..sino porque ellos merecen sinceridad.

Nanami estaria muy feliz si Yuji y lector se llevan bien, es casi como un deja vu..en el buen sentido.

Nanami no va a tolerar malas hablas de su hijo, ya sea sobre su extraño origen, sus "pocos modales" o su "actitud extraña", ese es su hijo, tenle respeto.

sinceramente Nanami estaría muy feliz si lector quisiera tener una vida mas estandar y "normal", estaria menos ansioso.

pero, de nuevo, esta bien con lo que ellos quieran.

aparte, el reconoce que trabajar es una mierda sea cual sea el trabajo, al menos lector hace algo bien.

uno de esos padres que piden su arma frenre a la posible pareja de su hijo🤣 los lentes y mirada seria no ayudan.

ferozmente prohibe a lector a seguirlo a Shibuya, digamos que de por si todo en el cuerpo de lector le grita "algo anda mal ahi".

(DIGAMOS QUE NANAMI SOBREVIVIO POR DIOS) y cuando Nanami termina con la mitad del cuerpo quemado, y sin un ojo, los miedos de lector se hacen realidad.

aunque no todo es malo.

lector y Nanami podrían pasar tiempo juntos mientras se recuperan, en algun lugar lejano.

y a lo mejor sin meterse en el desmadre que viene después.

en general, tener a Nanami puede ser un viaje loco, pero que definitivamente vale la pena.

[helaghost]

Cumplí 20 y esto es lo que he aprendido de mí.

Me gusta el morado y el rosa no está tan mal como creía.

Amo ir a Starbucks pedir la misma bebida y pedir el pan que siempre me regalan por la cantidad de veces que voy con mi mamá. Todo esto mientras hago tareas en una de las mesitas.

Odio comprar ropa, simplemente porque me da flojera tener que medirmela; aplica también en zapatos.

Amo los productos de papelería, comprar libretas, stickers, hojas decoradas.

Los libros salvaron mi vida y recientemente me di cuenta que comprar y leer son dos hobbies diferentes.

Amo sacarle fotos a todo, ya sea con mi cámara o con el teléfono, documentar mi día en fotos me mantiene en el presente.

Tengo una chamarra amarilla y una negra que son de lluvia pero amo cargarlas en la escuela porque tienen bolsitas.

Amo los peluches, no puedo dormir sin tener al menos dos en mi cama.

Las Barbies y prácticamente cualquier muñeca unca pasarán de moda en mi habitación.

Amo pegar póster en las paredes de mi cuarto, así como tener colgantes y telas en el techo.

Mi libros favoritos siempre van a ser Cazadores de sombras, sin importarme que la autora le faltan como 6 libros para acabar todo.

Me gusta ser bruja aunque a veces es cansado por el tema de los espíritus y la energía.

Amo las tote bag, me encanta echarles todo lo que creo necesitar en el día.

Me gusta ir al Anexo de mi facultad, es callado, alejado de todos y como a nadie le gusta estar ahí hay horas donde todo está vacío; además tengo internet.

Me gusta viajar sola en el metro con los audífonos puestos, la vida se siente diferente.

Amo mis converse rojos por James Potter.

Los merodeadores me salvaron en pandemia.

Aún me duele el divorcio de mis padres, pero ya entendí que solo eran adultos sin saber manejar las situaciones y nada fue mi culpa.

Nunca voy a poder perdonar a ninguna de las dos familias, así que solo me limitó a soportarlos hasta que me vaya.

Me gusta desaparecer, borrar todo e irme unos meses y luego volver para hacer como si nada, a veces lo necesito para mi salud mental.

No me gusta la gente en general y cuando hay multitudes me pongo muy mal.

Amo tomarle fotos a Pooh, es el evento canonico que hizo que conociera a increíbles personas en clases de foto.

Me gusta anotar y rayar mis libros; es una prueba de que yo estuve ahí.

Si mi yo de 12 viera la cantidad de libros que tengo actualmente se preguntaría con quién hice un pacto.

El concierto de 5sos fue uno de los momentos más felices de mi vida.

Entender que no debo perdonar a la gente para seguir adelante me ha sacado de muchas situaciones.

Me gusta ser mujer, maquillarme dos horas, escoger mi atuendo un día antes, ponerme perfumes y cremas. Pero también me gusta solo ponerme lo primero que encuentro e irme.

No me gusta tomar.

Amo coleccionar pines y stickers.

Tengo muchos diarios.

La escritura se volvió un metodo para sacar todo que ahora me ha dado razones para distraerme.

Amo la playa, la arena en mis dedos y el agua fría del mar.

Ver películas de Barbie y Disney siempre me harán sentir bien.

Pooh seguirà siendo mi personalidad hasta el final de mis días.

Pude aceptar que alguien me puede querer por ser quien soy.

Aprendí a pedir ayuda.

Estoy aprendiendo a vivir.

Pero sobre todo aprendí que a veces no puedes controlar la vida, solo queda agarrarte fuerte y ver a dónde te lleva.

Tengo 20, aún me quedan unos 60 años de vida que en mi humilde opinión es mucho, pero aún no voy ni a la mitad y quién sabe tal vez en diez años ni siquiera estaré en la misma ciudad.

[inspiracionsthings]

Añoranzas del corazón.

Cómo son las cosas, cuando eres pequeño, quieres crecer, para poder hacer cosas de adultos, viajar, trabajar, viajar, ir a fiestas, pensando que al crecer muchas cosas cambiarán y si, con forme vas creciendo te vas dando cuenta que para ser adulto tienes que estudiar más, trabajar y en ocasiones de tan cansado que estás no vas a fiestas, te das cuenta que la realidad es otra.

Hoy que eres joven, adulto, añoras la niñez, los momentos felices que pasabas y que con el paso del tiempo fueron quedando grabados en la memoria.

En ocasiones salen cuando pasas por un lugar donde solías jugar o hueles algo como el olor a tierra mojada que aparece con las primeras gotas de lluvia.

Ho

Seudónimo:Ho

Autor: Hugo E Olivares M

Fecha:lunes 22 de enero de 2024

Hora:12:17 PM México

País: México

Derechos reservados de autor.

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Capítulo II: La Cabaña del Taumaturgo

Los rayos de sol entraban por las ventanas de la Cabaña del Taumaturgo, reflejándose en los coloridos tarros de pociones expuestos a la clientela sobre el mostrador de la tienda, dando un aire de misterio al interior del rústico establecimiento. Alicent se pasó el dorso de la mano por la frente y miró a su madre, con un aire cansado pero satisfecho.

—Mamá, la base para las pociones de respiración acuática ya está lista —avisó, pasándole el mortero con la mezcla.

Lami dejó de atender a un cliente para comprobar cómo había quedado. No tardó mucho en asentir, y a Alicent se le escapó una sonrisa entusiasmada al ver que parecía satisfecha. Algún día esperaba poder ser tan buena alquimista como ella, aunque para esto tuviera que estudiar duro y seguir practicando.  

—Está muy bien, cielo. Ayuda a nuestro cliente con lo que necesite mientras yo hago el resto, ¿sí? —Alicent asintió y, tras esto, Lami dirigió una mirada pensativa hacia la puerta del establecimiento—. Con esto podemos dar la jornada por terminada.

La Cabaña del Taumaturgo era la tienda de alquimia con más fama de toda Skyrim. Las cenagosas aguas del río Hjaal nutrían la tierra de la región de tal forma que los ingredientes allí cultivados tenían un rendimiento mejor de lo habitual. O al menos eso era lo que su madre contaba a los peregrinos que preguntaban por el éxito de sus pociones. Pero Alicent sospechaba que tenía más que ver con los conocimientos secretos que su familia había pasado de generación en generación. Gracias a ellos ambas podían vivir cómodamente pese a la desaparición de su padre hacía ya algunos años y eso, en Morthal, era bastante más de lo que podían decir muchos de sus habitantes. La escasez de visitantes sumada a las desgracias naturales (y sobrenaturales) que había sufrido el pueblo en la última década había reducido la población a la mitad y quienes quedaban allí, subsistían con gran esfuerzo. Por suerte para ellas cada semana llegaba, junto al carruaje de suministros, un nuevo pedido que se repartiría por toda la provincia y una bolsa llena de septims con el pago por adelantado. Sin embargo el buen corazón de Lami, rasgo que su hija había heredado, había impedido que amasaran una fortuna, ya que destinaban buena parte de las ganancias a pasar por alto los pagos de los vecinos más desfavorecidos, a los que también ayudaban como podían en el día a día. 

—Ah, la respiración acuática. ¡Imprescindible para hacer correctamente la técnica del palito de pescado!  —exclamó Don Dogma, el excéntrico cliente que desde hacía algunos meses se había convertido en el único peregrino habitual del pueblo. 

Alicent se rio al escucharlo. Don Dogma siempre tenía ocurrencias de lo más inusuales. No se parecía en nada a la mayoría de los adultos de la región, todos tan serios y reservados. A ella le gustaban sus visitas; eran un soplo de aire fresco en medio de la monotonía que carcomía su corazón aventurero, ese que la hacía soñar con los límites de aquel pueblo que solo abandonaba mediante su imaginación y los relatos fantásticos que su amiga Idgrod le solía leer. 

—Ah, esa sonrisa tuya parece inspirada por el propio Anu, chiquilla —alabó el hombre.

Alicent sonrió con modestia, llevándose un mechón oscuro de pelo tras la oreja. 

—Gracias Don Dogma —respondió tímida, bajando la mirada. Habían elogiado muchas veces la dulzura de sus facciones y, sin embargo, siempre le había costado creerlo. Los halagos la incomodaban, así que cambió rápido de tema—. ¿Cómo puedo ayudarte hoy?

Su pregunta pareció divertir a su cliente, que apretó una sonrisa y se inclinó sobre el mostrador, como si fuera a compartir un secreto o una broma.

—Busco polvo de vampiro, mi niña. 

Alicent resopló en el acto, haciendo un puchero. Siempre le quedaba una sensación extraña, desagradable, cuando no podía cumplir con las expectativas de algún cliente. Aunque su madre le decía que era inevitable, ella no era capaz de evitar tomarlo como un fracaso personal.  

—Pues lo siento mucho, pero no nos queda nada de nada. Me temo que eso tendrá que esperar a tu próxima visita. 

—¿Seguro? —cuestionó él, atusando su bigote canoso con dos dedos y una complicidad que Alicent no comprendió. 

En  ese momento la puerta del establecimiento se abrió, anunciando al recién llegado con un chirrido agudo. Un chico tan solo unos años mayor que ella hizo acto de presencia y su mirada barrió la tienda antes de posarse sobre Alicent, cuyo corazón se aceleró como nunca en la vida, como si la llegada de aquel desconocido le hubiera dado una descarga. El intercambio de miradas fue breve, pero la intensidad de sus ojos dejó una sensación extraña en ella. De repente, sintió una fuerte impaciencia por despachar a Dogma lo más rápido posible.

—¿Necesitas algo más? —preguntó al hombre, esforzándose por ocultar su impaciencia. Pero este siguió acariciando su bigote, pensativo. Muy a su pesar, él no parecía tener demasiada prisa.

Cada poco su mirada se desviaba al recién llegado, que ahora se movía con gracia entre los expositores de la tienda, pasando los dedos por las etiquetas que indicaban el contenido de los frascos. Su porte elegante, sus ropas, su aspecto… nunca había visto a nadie así en su vida, ni nadie la había hecho sentir así. Era tan perfecto que a Alicent le dio la sensación de que podría haber protagonizado alguno de los relatos sobre príncipes y bailes de las historias de Idgrod.

La voz de su madre a sus espaldas la sacó de sí. 

—La tienda está cerrada por hoy —anunció con el tono serio que la cálida mujer reservaba para los desconocidos.

Alicent giró sobre sí como un resorte. Algo Lami en sus ojos que frunció el ceño, y su expresión cansada acentuó las arrugas de su expresión, haciéndola parecer mayor de lo que era. 

—¡Mamá! El señor Dogma necesita hacer un encargo de Polvos de Vampiro. Si te parece bien yo puedo atender al chico mientras tú le tomas nota —se apuró a ofrecer. No necesitó pedirlo por favor, no al menos en voz alta. Sus expresivos ojos hablaron por ella y a su madre le bastó una mirada para entenderla. Alicent se irguió de entusiasmo al escuchar su confirmación—. ¡Gracias! Digo... ¡Voy!

Alicent cruzó el mostrador, dejando atrás a Lami quien, con un tono paciente, comenzó a registrar el pedido de Don Dogma. Ella, por su parte, se dirigió hacia el recién llegado. En ese momento el chico le lanzó una mirada directa y le dedicó una sonrisa. Fue como si le lanzaran un hechizo de aturdimiento. Pese a su talante extrovertido, sentía un nudo en el estómago y, cuanto más se acercaba a él, más se arrepentía de haberle pedido a su madre que la dejase atenderlo. De pronto fue consciente de lo despeinada que estaba. También del olor residual a percebe que se había pegado a sus manos tras elaborar la última mezcla. Esto agrandó sus nervios, impulsando su timidez. Se paró un metro ante él, posando la mirada en el suelo, en sus botas de cuero negro y de aspecto caro. 

Necesitó un instante para recomponerse para buscar su voz, la cual parecía haberse esfumado. 

—¿Puedo ayudarte en algo? —preguntó con un hilo de voz cuando finalmente la encontró, armándose de valor para alzar levemente la mirada, chocando con la de él. Parecía desconcertado—. Todavía hay tiempo para un cliente más —se apuró a explicar. 

El chico le dedicó una sonrisa tirante, formal. 

—Busco algunos ingredientes poco comunes. No sé si tú podrás ayudarme… —comentó, desviando la mirada hacia Lami.

Aquello golpeó su orgullo, dándole el empujón que necesitaba para recuperar del todo la compostura. 

—Seguro que puedo. ¿Qué estás buscando exactamente? 

—Huevos de cauro, raíces de Nirn y quizá… —este hizo una pausa mientras miraba alrededor. Parecía pensativo—. ¿Tenéis algo capaz de mantener a alguien despierto durante las noches? 

La petición pilló a Alicent por sorpresa. Era la primera vez que oía hablar de cabros pero, sobre todo, se preguntó para qué querría el misterioso desconocido permanecer despierto por las noches.

—Un momento —pidió Alicent antes de deslizarse nuevamente tras el mostrador. 

En ese momento Don Dogma, quien parecía tener puesto el oído en la conversación, rio de forma inesperada y secamente, como quien acaba de recordar algo divertido.

—Ah, las noches en vela nunca son lo que parecen, ¿verdad? Mi señora las detesta, pero yo siempre le digo lo mismo: “Querida, no hay nada como una noche en vela para cambiar los estandartes”. 

Alicent aprovechó la distracción para preguntarle a su madre si tenían huevos de cauro. Tras su negativa, volvió su mirada al chico. En ese momento el joven levantó una ceja, mirando a Don Dogma por un instante. Parecía contrariado por su interrupción. 

—Lo que usted diga —espetó, cortante. 

Volvió a mirarla. Intimidada por la expresión que acababa de ver, le presentó la raíz de Nirn. 

—Aquí tienes la raíz de Nirn. Para mantenerte despierto tengo pociones de vigilia. Son muy efectivas —ofreció, intentando evitar decir que no tenían el otro ingrediente que había pedido. 

—¿Y los huevos de cauro? —preguntó él, alzando una ceja con suspicacia. 

Alicent dejó caer los hombros y desvió la mirada, deprimida.

—Me temo que no nos quedan… —confesó. 

Tras unos momentos de silencio, lo volvió a mirar de reojo para escrutar su expresión. Se le rehizo el nudo en el estómago al comprobar la decepción evidenciada en su gesto. 

—Ya veo —masculló—. Bueno, me llevaré igualmente la raíz y la poción. ¿Cuánto tardarás en tener los huevos de cauro?

La pregunta, aunque seca, le arrancó una extraña sensación de ilusión. Aquello solo podía significar que la presencia de aquel chico en Morthal iba a prolongarse. 

—Los tendremos en unas semanas —aseguró, conteniendo débilmente la sonrisa—. ¿Seguirás aquí para entonces? —preguntó con un halo de esperanza. 

Don Dogma intervino antes de que él pudiera responder, con la voz cargada de entusiasmo. 

—¡Oh! ¡Deberías quedarte para el Festival de la Bruma! Una celebración para apaciguar el ánimo de dioses inquietos y nubes sociales, ¡no te lo querrás perder, muchacho!

—Gracias por la recomendación —replicó el joven, con un tono educado pero distante. 

Alicent decidió aprovechar la osadía de Don Dogma para tender su propia invitación. 

—¿Vendrás? Será la próxima semana y estará todo el pueblo. Además, si haces tus ofrendas a la bruma, esta te protegerá de los espíritus malignos que quieran hacerte daño.

Aquello pareció despertar la curiosidad del desconocido, que dejó de contar las monedas y alzó la vista despacio. A ella le pareció notar que contenía una sonrisa. Quizás era que simplemente no le gustaba Don Dogma, porque la forma en la que se dirigía a cada uno era bastante diferente. Entonces el joven respiró nasalmente y su mirada cambió; hasta ese momento había parecido tan seguro de sí que Alicent incluso se sorprendió al notar su inquietud y sus dudas. 

—Supongo que debería hacerlo. Acabo de mudarme y todavía no conozco a nadie. Aunque no sé si es una buena idea… He oído que aquí los extranjeros no son especialmente bienvenidos.

Aquellas palabras, además de avivar su ilusión, despertaron en ella el impulso irracional de ayudarlo, de mostrarle que no tenía por qué estar solo.

—Yo podría acompañarte… —ofreció, sintiendo el calor concentrarse en sus mejillas—.  Y presentarte a mis amigos, claro. Seguro que se portan muy bien contigo. Son estupendos, de verdad. 

Él pareció sorprendido por la oferta, aunque se recuperó rápido. 

—Entonces quizá me plantee venir —respondió tras pensarlo unos segundos—. Muchas gracias, señorita…

Volvió a clavar su mirada en ella de forma casi hipnótica. 

—Alicent —dijo ella, apenas en un susurro. Se armó de valor para añadir algunas palabras más, aunque aquella mirada tenía algo que no la dejaba pensar con claridad—. Y no tienes por que dármelas. Si necesitas cualquier cosa, puedes buscarme. Quiero decir, si te puedo ayudar en algo; instalarte, hacer que te sientas más cómodo, yo… 

—Lo he entendido —la interrumpió él. Su sonrisa, breve, parecía divertida. Alicent apretó los labios, agradeciendo internamente que él la hubiera cortado a tiempo, antes de que dijera alguna tontería—. Yo soy Seth. Seth Athan. Ha sido un placer, Alicent.

Seth se despidió con una inclinación de cabeza y una nueva sonrisa que la dejó completamente desarmada. Recogió su compra y salió del establecimiento tras pagar, y Alicent quedó plantada como un pasmarote tras el mostrador, incapaz de apartar los ojos de la puerta  con una leve sonrisa en los labios.

—Nos vemos pronto, Seth… —susurró, aunque él ya había salido. 

Todavía estaba atrapada en el remolino de sus propias emociones cuando la voz del excéntrico peregrino la devolvió al presente. 

—¡Ah! Los encuentros inesperados, ¿no son maravillosos? Como cuando encuentras una aguja en un pastel —comentó, con sus ojos brillantes y chispeantes observándola.

A Alicent le pareció que Don Dogma estaba de un humor especialmente bueno ese día. Aunque quizás solo se estaba proyectando. La actitud de los demás no parecía tan irritante cuando se estaba feliz y contento.

—Querrás decir en un pajar —apuntó Lami, quien se había mantenido en un segundo plano en lo que Alicent atendió al joven. 

Don Dogma también parecía dispuesto a irse. Tanto así que se acercó a la puerta mientras volvía a ataviarse con su capa de viaje. Desde la salida giró hacia ellas, alzando un dedo con convicción. 

—¡Nada de eso! Quería decir lo que he dicho. ¡Pastel! Si no encuentras las agujas en tu pastel, querida, ¡quién sabe en qué te acabarás sentando! 

Madre e hija intercambiaron una mirada desconcertada y, aunque no lo entendió, Alicent rio por educación. 

—Adiós, señor Dogma. ¡Que tenga un buen viaje! —se despidió, dedicándole su sonrisa más dulce. 

Sentía que su humor había mejorado considerablemente tras la última visita y algo en su interior la hacía desear que todos a su alrededor compartieran su felicidad. Sin embargo, el hombre pareció repentinamente serio. 

—¡Don Dogma! —puntualizó, alzando un dedo—. Ni que anduviera corto de dés, criatura.

El rostro de Don Dogma se tintó de travesura y Alicent suspiró, aliviada al comprobar que su indignación había sido una broma. El hombre hizo una reverencia pomposa y, con ese último peculiar comentario, salió de la tienda, dejándolas atrás. 

En el momento que se vio sola con su madre, Alicent apoyó ambos codos en el mostrador y juntó ambas manos, para apoyar sobre estas la barbilla. Se le escapó un suspiro soñador mientras se perdía en sus propios pensamientos. En Seth, en que viviría en Morthal y podría verlo a menudo. En que quizás pudieran bailar juntos durante el festival de la Bruma. En su mirada, su sonrisa, su voz y en la promesa implícita de volver a verse. Sentía que su memoria no le hacía justicia y, aunque acababa de conocerlo y el encuentro había sido breve, había dejado una huella imborrable en ella. Nunca se había sentido así con ningún chico. Ni tan siquiera con Joric, pese a que todo el mundo parecía esperar que algún día fueran novios. Hasta ella misma había aceptado ese destino hasta aquella tarde, pero ahora le parecía imposible la idea de tener algo así con alguien que no fuera Seth Athan. 

—Vuelve a la tierra, Alicent —azuzó Lami con cariño—. Todavía tenemos que limpiar antes de poder echar el cierre. 

Alicent asintió y trató de centrarse en sus deberes. Pero, por más que lo intentó, no pudo evitar que sus pensamientos volvieran una y otra vez a aquellos ojos del color del caramelo.

[lilietherly]

[Fanfic! Draville]

Omegaverse.

Omega Neville Longbottom/Delta Draco Malfoy.

Almas gemelas.

La autora no dará ninguna explicación al respecto.

Pues ya esta, es eso es todo 💅

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Desde que nació, la vida de Draco Malfoy fue escrita. Se decidió la clase de ropa que usaría, a dónde iría a la escuela y a qué casa iba a pertenecer; a qué se dedicaría cuando adulto y cuán excelente sería en su puesto; con quién se casaría, naturalmente.

Nacido Delta, hijo de la Sigma Narcisa y el Delta Lucius Malfoy, tras sus primeras horas en el mundo, quedó plasmado su nombre en la pequeña lista de Registro Oficial Mágico, para que los Gammas nacidos entre cinco años antes y diez años después, pudieran elegirlo como suyo. Así, el heredero de la noble casa Malfoy tenía no más de veinticuatro horas de nacido cuando los padres de una Gamma aún por nacer, tomaron para su hija al cachorro de la honorable familia que por generaciones había criado a los más protectores, serviles y feroces Deltas.

Criado bajo enseñanzas exigentes y preceptos que poca tolerancia daban a los errores, sumado el ideal de convertirse en el Delta perfecto para la Gamma que conocería al ser oficialmente un adulto, al momento en que Draco cumplió la edad para ir a Hogwarts, nada se le podría exigir en su comportamiento como joven Alfa. Mostrándose altanero y orgulloso ante todos los demás, por supuesto, al saber que a ningún otro Omega o Alfa debía su respeto más que a su Gamma, se limitó a mantener la compostura solo si se topara con la presencia de alguna figura de autoridad.

Lo cual, la mayoría de las veces, significaba que a nadie sino a sus padres entregaba un ápice de respeto. Por ello, en ese, su primer viaje en el Expreso de Hogwarts, ninguna importancia dio a todo aquel estorbo que emitiera quejas luego de que los apartara de su camino.

La capa de Draco se agitaba por el paso veloz, casi ansioso, arremolinándose en cortas espirales, chocando y revolviéndose entre las agitadas piernas. Había dejado de exigirles a los estorbos que se hicieran a un lado, cansado de las estúpidas pausas que le preguntaban la razón de obedecerle, comenzó a empujarlos y maldecirlos en voz baja. ¿Acaso nadie lo entendía? Un aroma sofocante lo estaba llamando y ninguno de esos idiotas parecía notar lo agitado que estaba. Lo necesitado que se sentía.

Draco, inteligente como pocos Deltas tenían la fortuna de nacer, lo supo en un instante lo que lo atrajo. Su madre tuvo el pequeño desliz de mencionarlo hacía algún tiempo, sin embargo, él lo recordaba a la perfección. Cuentos de niños, intentó convencerlo, y sin la presencia de aquel aroma desde que el tren dio marcha Draco lo hubiera creído. Apenas entendía nada, lo suficiente para tenerlo dando vueltas como un loco y comenzar rumores que ya luego se encargaría de eliminar.

En tanto, el rastro delicioso lo mantenía sobre el camino. Su padre estaría decepcionado si llegara a enterarse de cuánto le costaba rastrear un olor fresco, dejándolo con sobras que debía perseguir a menos que deseara tardarse horas en hallarlo de nuevo. ¿Y por qué se movía tanto? No llegó a cuestionarlo de verdad, ya mucho colmaba su mente el dulce aroma como para pensar en los motivos del desplazamiento.

Además, criado como un buen Alfa, poco cuestionaría las acciones de su alma gemela.

¡Oh, qué divertido! Ya podía imaginarse los rostros de sus padres al ver arruinados los planes de hace una década. Desde luego, Draco iba a fingir lo debido en alguna clase de molestia… por algunos minutos. El simple hecho de pensar que tendría para él a quien poseía un aroma tan celestial y adictivo, ninguna clase de arrepentimiento le dejaba. Al diablo con aquella Gamma. Ella podría elegir entre la docena de Deltas que aún permanecían en el registro, Draco no cambiaría ese maravilloso aroma por una mujer desconocida. El lavado de cerebro de sus padres no resultaba tan profundo. Incluso si sabía a los Gammas pequeñas criaturas rencorosas al ver incumplidas sus demandas, se arriesgaría a ser acosado con tal de estar con quien debía.

Eso, ciertamente, de conservar un gramo de habilidad. Perdida la cuenta de las horas que pasó entre los vagones sin un resultado positivo, su misión aumentaría de dificultad una vez llegaran al castillo. Maldijo los aromas que se parecían y a los Omegas que, al saberlo un Delta, incrementaban sus aromas dulces en vanos intentos de atraerlo. Como si lograran competir contra la absoluta dulzura del aroma que cazaba. Vaya ingenuidad.

Un silbato agudo frenó sus pasos y del techo del tren se escuchó el aviso del próximo arribo.

Draco apretó el puño y, dando un resoplido, con las muelas apretadas, caminó hacia su cabina. No tuvo ninguna consideración en despertar a Crabbe y a Goyle al azotar la puerta. Sentándose en silencio, los miró tardar casi tres minutos en pensar en las preguntas correctas y tomar el valor para hablarle, conscientes de que un Delta furioso podría reaccionar de las peores maneras, incluso si se trataba de un Delta joven. Harto de todo, Draco respondió a las dudas silenciosas.

—No, y aún no necesito su ayuda.

Por qué esos dos se ofrecieron a perseguir un aroma que solo Draco distinguía, era algo que iba más allá de su comprensión. Viéndolos regresar a sus estados inactivos, Draco se refugió en sus pensamientos, en el perfume que todavía lo llamaba y la ansiedad de perseguirlo, luchó por contenerse y entrar en razón.

Al llegar a Hogwarts, Draco se negó a pronunciar palabra, saliendo de la cabina con un gruñido bajo entre los dientes. Averiguaría exactamente a quién perseguía al momento en que cada nuevo alumno se sentara a usar al sombrero seleccionador, no obstante, considerando la energía y la exigencia con la que el perfume lo obligó a vagar durante horas, absolutamente nada podía asegurarle que contendría el deseo y no marcara a su alma gemela delante de todos.

Siendo tan joven y aún sin haber tenido su primer micro-celo, tratándose además de su alma gemela, se limitaría a eso, hincar los dientes —que todavía no podían crecer a la altura de un Delta adulto— en la carne suave y exquisita para impregnar su aroma y advertir a cualquiera que aquella hermosa criatura ya le pertenecía. Ninguna otra cosa necesitaba. Ninguna otra cosa lo detendría de esa misión una vez lo encontrara.

No lo hizo, sin embargo. Un pequeño grupo de Omegas y media docena de Sigmas se reunieron en el centro, Betas los rodearon instintivamente y por el mismo instinto los Alfas continuaron tras ellos. Draco se sorprendió al descubrir otros dos Deltas y una docena de Alfas Sangre Pesada, si tuviera que apostarlo, entre aquellos Alfas al menos tres de ellos resultarían ser Zetas. Al ser, de manera casi oficial, un Delta tomado, Draco logró anteponerse al sentido involuntario de manada, consiguiendo avanzar hacia el centro.

Error básico. Ir a donde se concentraban los perfumes más dulces no le ayudó en absoluto, menos todavía considerando que su olfato se mantenía en alerta, agudizado para localizar a su objetivo. Un mareo repentino lo obligó a rezagarse, arrojándolo junto al resto de los Alfas. Goyle tuvo la osadía de darle un empujón para que no continuara retrocediendo.

—Oye, pequeño Delta rubio, ¿estás bien? —preguntó una voz profunda. Draco no lo había notado aún, perdido en su misión, causándole una conmoción que apenas pudo ocultar. Inclinando al máximo su cuello, se topó al fin con la cabeza peluda del hombre gigantesco, del que tal vez sus padres le hablaron. En tanto, algunos niños lo miraban a él. Simplemente asintió, eliminando la atención no deseada.

Aguardó impaciente en su posición y, a la hora de subir en los botes, tomó uno de los primeros luego de que partieran los Omegas y Sigmas. Ese significó su movimiento ganador. Su estatus como Delta le daba facilidad innata para identificar a su objetivo, por lo que ahora, separados en grupos pequeños, apenas se esforzó en identificar el bote en donde navegaba su alma gemela. Uno de ellos, sentado detrás de un alto pelirrojo, regordete y de cabello negro, tenía los ojos húmedos, la niña de cabello revuelto a su lado lo consolaba con suaves palmadas en el hombro.

Draco inhaló profundamente, incapaz todavía de discernir quién de esos cuatro le pertenecía. Detectaba que todos eran Omegas, dos de ellos Sangre Impura. Draco no guardaba especial interés en ninguno, los cuatro se veían demasiado peculiares y, al final, sus padres de cualquier modo se negarían a aceptarlo, incluso si hallar al alma gemela se consideraba un evento importante, cuya probabilidad se ubicaba en uno de tres millones. Si a eso se le añadía la edad de Draco, el ya importante nombre de los Malfoy iba a ser sin lugar a dudas inmortalizado. Ni siquiera importaría, una vez sus padres vieran los puntos positivos, la cancelación del matrimonio arreglado con aquella Gamma.

La oscuridad que ya se cernía sobre ellos hizo sonreír a Draco. Una vez los botes comenzaron a arribar y todos volvían a sus posiciones, Draco mantuvo su mirada en ellos, con los sentidos avivados por el adictivo perfume, pese a los estorbos que aún se imponían, no perdió a ninguno de sus objetivos. Pudo incluso escuchar la voz del que usaba gafas. Comenzando a acercarse al grupo, como un depredador especialmente hambriento, la voz de Hagrid, al pie del muelle, en donde seguía ayudando a los demás a descender de los botes, lo despertó.

—¡Tú, el pequeño Omega gordo! ¿Este es tu sapo?

Casi nadie se giró, por supuesto, los sapos pasaron de moda, aun así, Draco lo hizo. Advirtiendo la voz, uno de los Omegas que vigilaba —el de los ojos llorosos— caminó apresuradamente hacia el gigante. Entre los olores del grupo de nuevo reunido, se dificultó de nuevo la tarea de Draco, esta vez, por fortuna, tenía al menos los rostros de los debía observar. Decidió así perseguir al Omega que iba por el sapo; solo, sería más fácil identificarlo.

El Omega alcanzó al gigante y recibió a su sapo un momento después de que descendiera el último Alfa. Entregado el viscoso animal, Hagrid dio marcha hacia las escaleras, alejándose del muelle y colocándose al principio de la fila. Naturalmente, los Sigmas y Omegas iban primero. Aunque esta vez, uno de ellos quedó atrás.

Draco lo supo en cuanto los demás niños comenzaron a formarse para subir las escaleras. El dulce aroma se intensificaba conforme ellos se movían y el pequeño Omega rezagado se mantenía al borde del muelle, acariciando y reprendiendo a su mascota. Oh, el aroma, el perfume más exótico y divino que de ese cachorro regordete emanaba. Draco sintió a sus colmillos crecer como nunca antes.

La oscuridad nada significó para su agudizada visión, el resto de aromas perdió el significado que jamás tuvo. Sus pasos no emitieron sonido al desplazarse sobre la gravilla. Con su modo cazador activado, no le otorgó al pequeño ninguna oportunidad para huir o siquiera imaginarse que pronto estaría bajo las garras de un joven depredador que, ya jurado mil veces, devoraría cada uno de sus huesos.

El pequeño ni siquiera parpadeó. Saltando sobre él, Draco lo sujetó entre sus brazos y lo llevó sin pausa hacia las grandes rocas que bordeaban las escaleras, tan rápidamente que apenas lo escuchó dando un ligero quejido de sorpresa.

Considerándose a salvo de quienes pudieran escucharlos, lo acorraló contra el muro de piedra, lo obligó a ladear la cabeza y, sepultando la nariz en el cuello sedoso, inhaló de la misma fuente el aroma que sin esfuerzo borró de un tajo su cordura. Sintió su calor, su suavidad, su cabello terso, los acelerados latidos de su corazón. Y lentamente, de una manera que aún no podía explicar, sus pies volvieron a tocar el suelo.

Descubrió que respiraba como si pronto no volviera a hacerlo y que se aferraba al pequeño Omega tal cual pudiera morir si lo soltaba un ápice. Al principio, claro, le avergonzó tal muestra de descontrol, mas luego de considerar que toda su existencia fue creada con el único propósito de cuidar y satisfacer a la criatura entre sus brazos, pensó, ¿seguramente él estaba preparado para la posesividad feroz de un Delta? Es decir, en sus momentos menos dominantes, su padre ni siquiera permitía que su esposa diera un paso o se alimentara por cuenta propia. Seguro al caramelo entre sus brazos se le educó para recibir a un posible pretendiente Delta, aun si no se tratara precisamente de su alma gemela, ¿verdad?

Separándose del cuello —por el momento— libre de marcas, finalmente miró su rostro. Pequeño, redondo, suave, blanco y absolutamente suyo. Draco le acarició las mejillas, hipnotizado, no alejó su atención de aquellos grandes y brillantes ojos.

—Mi nombre es Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. —Lo observó respirar un par de veces, todos los aromas resaltaban ante su nariz, por lo que no identificaba cuál podría ser el humor del Omega. Sin embargo, su única certeza era que, en definitiva y sin lugar a dudas, él ahora también sentía la conexión.

—Y-yo soy… —¡Ah! Las rodillas de Draco temblaron al oír esa voz lírica y temblorosa—¡… un mal corredor! —El sueño de Draco se desvaneció enseguida.

Con un simple empujón el Omega se deshizo de sus brazos y salió corriendo despavorido hacia el resto de niños, internándose, se adelantó rápidamente a donde el núcleo Omega. Draco no movió ni un dedo para hacerlo volver a la seguridad de su abrazo. No podía. El peso de la existencia caído sobre sus jóvenes huesos. La dicha más absoluta frenando el correcto avance del pulso.

Sonrió, y acariciando con la lengua sus cortos colmillos, se prometió que esa noche atravesaría la piel frágil de su Omega.

Porque claramente no existía una opción diferente.

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Sip ✌️

[letterstowannie]

20 things I like + 4 I don't

Tus ojos: Amo tus ojitos, me encanta como se ven cuando tenés lentillas, pero más cuando no tenés nada porque parecen puppy eyes y yo AMO. Además, no puedo creer incluso dos años después que tus ojos me vean A MÍ.

Sonrisa: Verte sonreír es mi boost de energía instantáneo, en especial cuando la sonrisa llega a tus ojos y hace que se achinen. Me encanta, me encanta hacerte sonreír e igual hacerte reír, es como aaaaaAAAAA.

Cuerpo entero más bien: Y no lo digo en sentido de que estás buena y eso (que sí estás) sino porque cada parte de vos es aaaa. Cuando nos tomamos de la mano, cuando nos abrazamos y sentir que cabes tan bien en mis brazos. Cuando me abrazas y me haces mimos si estoy triste o cansado. Todo, todo se incluye acá.

Voz: No es secreto para nadie, cantas excelente, pero además tu voz siempre me relaja muchísimo y amo mucho.

Divertida/ocurrente: Hablar con vos es siempre muuuy divertido, a veces me hacés comentarios graciosos tan de la nada que largo la carcajada así esté en el trabajo o sean las dos am. Y no es algo de ahora, siempre fuiste divertida, desde que nos conocimos.

Comprensiva: ¿Tengo que explicar? Esta es una de las cosas que más-más me enamoró, siempre te mostrabas (y mostrás) muy comprensiva, al menos si la situación lo amerita.

Buena amiga: Fuiste un gran apoyo para mí cuando todo se me estaba yendo al cuerno y así como lo fuiste para mí sé que lo sos para tus amigos, al menos por lo que me has contado.

Madura: Sabés que tengo un problemita con los berrinches y todo eso que la gente suele hacer, pero vos sos muy madura, siempre dispuesta a hablar las cosas como los adultos que somos y eso me derrite de amor.

Lado cursi sorpresivo: ESTO ES ALGO QUE AMO UN MONTÓN. Siempre llega de repente y yo quedo EN EL PISO.

Cómo se preocupa por hacer felices a quienes quiere: A vos te parece que no sos demostrativa, pero creo que no hace falta hacer grandes cosas y la prueba de cuanto querés a la gente de tu entorno creo que está siempre ah��, por ejemplo, cuando hacés las portadas para los cumpleaños.

Confianza: Sos realmente confiable, pero además, creo que entre nosotros hay mucha confianza y espero que así siga porque varias veces dijimos los dos que esa es la base de nuestra relación.

Honesta: Aprecio la honestidad en todo el mundo así que obvio va a ser algo que amo de vos, ¿no? Si algo te molestó, me lo llegaste a decir y por lo que sé también sos así con tus amigos (siempre que esa honestidad no vaya a llevar a lastimar a alguien).

Me sigue en mis boludeces: ESTO. Vos sabés de qué hablo. Sí, la locura de ser destacados en ID aunque casi nos quedamos pelados en el intento. Fue muy divertidooo y amé poder hacerlo con vos, que me siguieras en la estupidez TT

Me escucha de verdad: Esto es realmente importante para mí. Hay gente que solamente te oye pero no capta lo que decís, vos no, vos me escuchás de verdad. A veces te acordás de cosas que ni yo recuerdo ??? Como el otro día que te mandé lo de PG y vos de "ya me mostraste eso" y yo ????????? porque para mí era la primera vez que lo veía ????????? pero no, fui a ver y sí tenía un Cosmog o sea que sí estuvo antes ??? Bueno, a eso me refiero, en serio prestás atención a lo que te digo aunque sean boludeces.

Fuerte/decidida/algo de eso: No sé cómo explicar esto, pero sos muy uhm- como que tus pensamientos/ideas están en un punto donde no te pueden torcer si a vos te parece que vas en el camino correcto. No importa quien sea. También pensaba en cuando algo te molesta, como los dramas de amor, y les decís a tus amigos que ya no querés hablar del tema. No cualquiera hace eso y es realmente llamativo que te animes a hacerlo.

Se puede hablar de cualquier cosa: Cosas tristes, cosas felices, boludeces, pokemon, fútbol, nuestros trabajos, nuestras molestias, ¡todo se puede hablar! Me encanta eso.

Mensajes múltiples: ESTO ME HACE MUY FELIZ. Te lo he dicho antes, pero lo repito. A veces estoy ocupado, durmiendo o distraído y cuando veo que vos me mandaste miles de mensajes me hace realmente feliz T T

Hogar: No me refiero a nuestra casa sino a que vos, tu persona, se siente como mi hogar. Como cuando estás muy cansado, llegas a casa y te ponés pantuflas y ropa cómoda para quedarte tranqui. Así se siente estar con vos.

Compartir casita: Esto fue un graaaan paso para nosotros, pero me hace feliz haberlo dado. Saber que siempre estás ahí a un paso, saber que puedo dormir y despertarme viendo tu carita y con tu calor tan cerca de mí. Además no nos apuramos en hacerlo y eso me da más tranquilidad también, estoy de verdad contento de hacerlo.

Gyeoul: ¡Y la beba de la casa! Otro gran paso considerando que no pensamos tener hijos humanos, otro paso que me hizo feliz por haberlo dado a tu lado.

Y ahora...

Falta de tiempo/ánimos: Odio no tener tiempo o tener tiempo pero no tener ánimos, quisiera poder estar más con vos, hacer más cosas juntos, miles de citas y post hasta que ya no sepamos qué carajo hacer.

Haber tardado tanto: Sí. A veces pienso que todo salió de la manera que tenía que salir para que estemos en el punto que estamos, pero no te niego que tengo esa espinita que me molesta diciendo que debí haber hecho las cosas diferente en lugar de esperar tanto tiempo para estar con vos ; ;

Se tira abajo con lo sentimental 😠: Más de una vez me dijiste que creías que no eras muy expresiva, que no demostrabas tus sentimientos de la forma más adecuada, pero yo creo que sos muy demostrativa la verdad ; ; nunca me sentí tan querido como me hacés sentir vos.

Not my wife: Se explica sola, chau.

[lechatnoirx]

“Sube.”

“No pienso subir, Eddie.”

“Faith, sube al coche.”

Después de haber salido corriendo tras la reunión en su antiguo hogar, la fémina recibió incontables llamadas y mensajes por parte de sus padres, ofreciendo sus disculpas y pidiendo, por favor, una nueva oportunidad para hablar con ella. Su progenitor, tras varias insistencias y súplicas, consiguió meterse en la cabeza de su hija y convencerla para aceptar aquel trabajo. Al fin y al cabo, la debilidad de los Malikov siempre había sido la familia. Por eso, allí se encontraba  días después, en plena calle, dándole la espalda a un cansado Eddie que permanecía dentro de su coche.

“Debemos llegar juntos. Y te recuerdo que tú no conduces. Así que sube, antes de que se me agote la poca paciencia que mantengo contigo.”

Tenía razón. Por desgracia para ella. Terminó bufando como un felino, descruzando sus brazos y girando su cuerpo para enfrentar al vehículo. Cinco escasos segundos se permitió tomar antes de adentrarse en ese pequeño espacio. Maldito niño rico, con un coche deportivo y minúsculo, pensó para sí misma mientras se acomodaba en el asiento. Lo tenía demasiado cerca, tanto que su aroma podía adentrarse en sus fosas nasales. Ugh.

El trayecto hasta las oficinas pasó en completo silencio, con miradas cargadas de odio y rabia siendo enviadas de un extremo al otro. Cuando – por fin – llegaron a su destino, la morena no desperdició ni un segundo más y se apresuró a salir de aquel rincón. El aire fresco estampó contra su rostro, regalándole un instante de paz y sosiego. Instante que pronto se rompió.

“Sé que esto no te gusta. A mí tampoco, créeme. Pero, ahora que estamos aquí, debemos ser profesionales, y tratarnos con respeto.”

Era consciente de la razón que nuevamente sus palabras guardaban, y eso consiguió irritarla. Pero asintió, tomando una bocanada de aquella brisa antes de hacerse con su bolso y adentrarse en el gran edificio que les daba la bienvenida.

[…]

Le temblaban las manos, tanto que se veía incapaz de frenar los movimientos de sus dedos, los cuales parecían simular a la perfección el sonido de una batería en pleno concierto. Eddie la miraba desde la otra punta de la sala; el nerviosismo de la muchacha le servía de entretenimiento (nuevamente, tremendo capullo) mientras aguardaban la llegada del jefe. ¿Por qué estaba allí? ¿Cómo se le había ocurrido aceptar ese maldito trato? ¡Era una estupidez! Seguramente descubrirían su engaño. ¡Y quién sabe lo que podría ocurrir entonces!

“Disculpen la tardanza, jóvenes, ha sido un día complicado.”

Los pensamientos de Faith fueron interrumpidos por una voz grave, fuerte y ronca. Alzó la mirada para, efectivamente, verse cara a cara con el contrincante de su progenitor. Y, ¡joder, sí que imponía! Tragó saliva, intentando disimular, a la par que sus ojos se cruzaron con los de cierto rubio, el cual sonreía con diversión. ¡¡Desgraciado!!

“Así que… Bien, han sido los elegidos para formar parte de este negocio. Mi negocio. Considero innecesario explicar lo importante que es la discreción para nosotros. Y la lealtad, por encima de todo.”

El adulto miró a ambos, serio, expectante, como si los estuviera analizando desde el interior. Antes de que la de azules ojos pudiera abrir la boca, Eddie se estiró en su asiento, alzando la cabeza, tan orgulloso como siempre era.

“No deber tener ninguna duda respecto a nosotros. Estamos aquí para hacer un buen trabajo, para mantenerlo todo en orden. No nos interesa hablar de más.”

Faith asintió con un solo movimiento de cabeza, y un gesto estoico se adueñó de su rostro. Ya no había marcha atrás.

[redblossom]

Guuuuuurl...

Damn, recuerdo haber leído este capítulo y quedarme con la boca abierta. Lo he estado releyendo desde que salió y hasta ahorita he encontrado las palabras para decir lo que sentí...y también, el trabajo me agobia. Es muy cansado esto de ser adulto independiente jajaja.

1) Me gustó mucho la escena Jihan. Amé como ambos tenían en cuenta que no querían despertar a Bunny con el ruido pero al mismo tiempo tenían ese nerviosismo de querer que los descubrieran. JAJAJAJA, me reí tanto con su manera de ser porque no dejan de tirarse el uno el otro, pero se sabe que no pueden vivir separados.

2) Ay, mi Hannie tan precioso, me gustó que pudo calmar un poco su nerviosismo y su necesidad de saber que todo estará bien antes de tomar una decisión. Lo entiendo al 100 porque yo soy igual, tristemente, a veces nos lastiman tanto que cuando queremos iniciar algo no nos damos cuenta y dudamos, porque esa herida ahí está y, aunque Han sabe que ambos lo quieren, aún así tiene esa espinita.

3) Me encanto la manera en la que plasmaste la relación de los 3. Como todos se ayudan para crear algo bonito y que, si uno está dudando, los otros dos se acercan a saber que sucedió y la razón.

La reseña de hoy está corta, lo sé. Pero la verdad es que ha sido mi capítulo favorito y de tanto que lo he leído, siento que todo es perfecto. Voy a terminar haciendo review de cada línea si sigo asi.

Sin más por aportar, sigue así V. Me alegra mucho que hayas regresado, ya se te extrañaba por estos lares.

Pd. ¿Cómo estás con la noticia de Wonwoo? ¿Cómo lo estás tomando? ¿Vas a poder ir al Pal Norte? Porque yo sí y estoy muy emocionada, no sabes cuánto.

Como siempre, un gusto haberte leído 😘

Xoxo, Blossom 🌸

starlight | lights out series

✮ pairings: yoon jeonghan x female reader x joshua hong ✮ genre: fluff, smut [18+] ✮ aus: theatre director jeonghan, rockstar joshua, polyamorous relationship, mlm ✮ word count: 14.6k

✮ warnings: smut with plot, alcohol consumption (no dubcon), possessiveness, mmf threesome, oral sex (both m and f receiving), penetration anal and vaginal, reader is on birth control, making out, edging, dirty talk, fingering, breeding kink, dry humping, cucking, brat taming, bondage, dom joshua, switch jeonghan, sub reader. pet names: beautiful, bunny, princess, baby (hers) babe, handsome (jihan)

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✮ author's note: hellooooo! i wanted to post this for joshie's birthday but hehe i am very slow and get distracted easily :(

also, this chapter is filled with smut lol. there is so little plot in here i'm sorry. i love you all ♡︎

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part vii

You were awakened by the creaking of the mattress. You had grown accustomed to feeling the warmth of two bodies on either side of you as you slept, so before you opened your eyes, you knew you were alone under the covers.

The faint sunlight was streaming through the thin slits in the curtains, and you knew it was early morning. Then, the second sound was what really pushed you to lucidity and brought you out of your slumber. The dull sound of something akin to pain made you open your eyelids. Pain... and pleasure.

As soon as you opened your eyes, you had to blink a couple of times in the blinding sunlight. But everything became clearer, the half-closed curtains, the unpacked luggage forgotten in a corner of the bedroom... and hands clenching into fists around the sheets at the foot of the bed.

Jeonghan had his eyes closed, his eyelids trembling lightly, and his mouth hanging open. You understood that he had been the one making those sounds, like grunts of pain and pleasure, and you understood why. Joshua was standing behind, his hands on Jeonghan’s hips, holding him steady as he pushed his hips in a slow, but deep motion.

They were both naked. Joshua had his eyes closed too, but his expression was riddled with pleasure, his eyebrows deeply drawn inward, his lips parted. The pleasure in his face was evident, and when he bit his bottom lip, you knew that he was trying not to moan.

What you didn’t know, because you were not there to see was that they had started with playful teasing, and bantering in the living room. They teased each other with kisses, telling each other quippy retorts while trying not to make much noise since they didn’t want to wake you up.

But the playful kisses quickly had turned into something else, something both of them hadn’t been able to stop, they did not want to. It became a game of hushed kisses, and humming noises as both Jeonghan and Joshua became drunk on one another, laughing at themselves when their clothes started hitting the floor of the living room.

“Shh,” Joshua had pulled back slightly, sneaking a quick glance at the bedroom door.

“She won’t hear us,” Jeonghan had said confidently. He ran his fingers through the hair on Joshua’s nape, raking his fingertips on his scalp.

Joshua shuddered so hard he almost choked on his own spit. “God. Don’t do that,” he groaned, pressing his lips on Jeonghan’s.

Jeonghan laughed lightly. “What, this—?” he spread his fingertips on Joshua’s nape, letting his nails slide on Joshua’s scalp.

“Fuck,” Joshua gritted, closing his eyes.

“You’re the one who’s going to wake her up,” Jeonghan chuckled quietly.

Joshua didn’t reply right away. Instead, he pressed his hips down on Jeonghan’s pelvis, knowing that he’d find a growing bulge beneath Jeonghan’s sweats.

It was Jeonghan’s turn to groan, his fingers curling around Joshua’s dark hair, tugging it a little.

“We should do something about these clothes,” Joshua mumbled playfully, there was no smile on his face. He tried to keep his features straight, but there was a slight twinkle in his eyes, showing his eagerness.

“You first,” Jeonghan replied, sticking his hands beneath Joshua’s t-shirt before there was any protest.

Jeonghan slid his hands up Joshua’s back, raking his skin with his fingertips just slightly. The white t-shirt was hiked up Joshua’s torso, as Jeonghan enjoyed the low grunts that the raking of his fingertips created.

And so, they started losing their clothes, each item joining the other on the floor until it was littered with their t-shirts, sweats, and underwear. The living room was quiet, as the morning light kept creeping in between the parted curtains.

Jeonghan’s heartbeat was so loud that he believed you would hear it all the way to your bedroom. His breathing became ragged as he kept kissing Joshua’s lips, each kiss more addictive than the last.

“Do you think she’ll wake up soon?” Jeonghan asked as Joshua planted another kiss.

Joshua brought a hand to cup Jeonghan’s chin. “What, are you regretting this already?” he asked playfully.

“No, I mean—” he gasped dramatically as Joshua’s hand left his chin, and trailed down both their bodies, “I wonder what her face would be if she finds us like this.”

“Go wake her up, then,” Joshua suggested, tucking his hand in the space between their bodies, finding Jeonghan’s hard dick and circling his fingers around it.

“No, no… not yet,” Jeonghan mumbled faintly, closing his eyes as Joshua rolled his hand, jerking Jeonghan off.

A game of sorts had started then—how far could they get before you woke up? And Joshua took the challenge all too wilfully, doing things to bring out more sounds from Jeonghan.

Joshua started by leaving hot kisses on Jeonghan’s neck, greedily sucking up spots on his skin as Jeonghan tried the best he could to keep himself quiet. But he was being driven deliriously mad, he must be living a dream, he kept thinking. His heart was still beating frantically against his chest as Joshua marked up a spot on top of his heart.

Jeonghan’s mind spun, his hand leaving Joshua’s nape as the trail of kisses inched further down his body. Joshua sucked up another red spot on Jeonghan’s lower tummy, bringing out a strangled sound out of him.

“Fuck,” Jeonghan whispered, glancing down at his body. Joshua wrapped his lips around Jeonghan’s swollen cockhead, tasting the precum leaking in his slit.

Joshua had never done something like this before. But he retraced every single thing he liked when he was at the receiving end. So he pulled out his tongue, licking up and down Jeonghan’s length a few times before closing his mouth around the cockhead again and sinking down slowly.

If the loud beating of Jeonghan’s heart won’t wake you up, then the sound of his moans would. His mouth parted, hands flying to clutch at the cushions of the couch. He had to be dreaming, Jeonghan thought. Joshua slid his mouth up and down Jeonghan’s cock, the movements were slow and hesitant, like getting used to it before daring to pick up the pace.

Jeonghan closed his eyes, bringing a hand to the back of Joshua’s head, following the movements of it. Jeonghan exhaled deeply, enjoying the warmth of Joshua’s mouth, the tentative, but steady movement of his tongue every time he pulled his head back, swirling around the cockhead.

“Joshua,” he called in a moan. “Fuck, stop, stop,” he urged with a whisper.

Joshua pulled his head back, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to Jeonghan’s pink cockhead. “Am I doing it wrong?” he asked innocently.

“No, I just…” Jeonghan trailed off, letting his head fall back on the cushions. “Don’t wanna cum just yet.”

It seemed almost crazy to Jeonghan that some nights ago, he felt so far away from the version of himself that was head over heels for Joshua. But now he knew—that version of him never really went away.

He still was crazy for Joshua.

Joshua crawled back on top, using his arms to frame Jeonghan’s head. “Okay,” he replied gently, planting a kiss on Jeonghan’s lips. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Jeonghan felt like he had just been pushed into a cliff, and he was free-falling. “I…” he croaked, his eyes shifting from Joshua’s dark eyes to his plump and soft lips. “I don’t know what I want.”

Joshua giggled softly. “I’ll take it slowly. Tell me what’s off the table.”

Jeonghan thought about it for a second. He wanted Joshua; he wanted him so badly that it was starting to become annoying and painful. “Kiss me,” he whispered, feeling like it was a good way to retake what they were doing.

Joshua had kissed Jeonghan slowly, but passionately. Their lips fit together so well that the kisses quickly progressed into another make-out session. One thing led to another, and soon Jeonghan would let himself be dragged to your bedroom, where Joshua could get a condom and a bottle of lube.

The scene was brutally alluring to you. Catching them before anyone noticed that you were watching silently as they tried to not wake you up. It quickly got your skin heating up, the way Jeonghan bit down his bottom lip making your thighs press tightly.

But you kept your face covered snugly beneath the bed sheets, watching them without being too obvious about it. You wanted to know how much you could get from the moment without them noticing you. You kept watching the moment unravel before your eyes, wondering what had happened moments before you woke up.

Joshua slid a hand on Jeonghan’s lower back, sliding it down his milky white skin. Both looked like they were dying to voice their pleasure. Joshua kept swallowing his moans while Jeonghan bit harder at his bottom lip.

You dared to uncover your face slightly, just so you could get more from the view in front of you. Jeonghan’s hands were holding onto the bedcovers, you could see his pretty cock, hard, the tip swollen and leaking pre-cum. But he kept himself steady, in place and bending over for Joshua.

A quiet exhale escaped you before you could stop it. Joshua pulled back his hips and then pushed his cock back inside Jeonghan, the motion of his hips deep and calculated. You could tell that it was taking everything in Joshua to keep himself in control—a vein in his neck had started to pop out, and his breathing was turning fitful.

And you ached to join—to share the pleasure that they had so jealously kept to themselves. A tingling sensation made your pussy flutter, noticing that you had started to wet your panties.

Jeonghan opened his eyes, blinking a few times to find you looking at them. His lips curved in a knowing smile, and he had to bite his bottom lip as Joshua kept rutting into Jeonghan’s ass. “Come here, baby,” Jeonghan mumbled, palming the bedspread with one hand.

You realized after some moments that he was talking to you. Being so dazed by the image in front of you, that you slowly drew the bed sheets and covers down, uncovering your body as he palmed the bedspread again.

“Oh, thank fuck,” Joshua sighed upon spotting you—wide awake, and aware of what your boyfriends were up to.

Joshua pulled his hips back, rutting into Jeonghan harder—deeper, eliciting a raw moan from Jeonghan. “Go slowly,” Jeonghan said with a low tone, as though he had already given that instruction a couple of times before. A reminder.

“Yeah, yeah,” Joshua replied shakily, swallowing so hard his throat bobbed.

You crawled to where Jeonghan was motioning you to. “Lay here, princess,” he instructed with a gentle tone, but with a hard edge to it. The expression on his face was taut in pleasure, he was blinking repeatedly, as though his vision were blurry.

You laid back on the bedspread, your eyes flitting from Jeonghan’s to Joshua’s. “Good morning you two,” you mumbled, smiling softly.

They both smiled, as though they had just accomplished an unspoken mission. “Good morning princess,” Joshua exhaled, giving you a lazy smile.

Jeonghan hooked his fingers beneath the band of your panties, pulling and letting it snap your skin, bringing a yelp out of you. “Get these off now,” he instructed with urgency.

You took your panties off, wondering what Jeonghan wanted to do next. His hand slipped between your thighs, motioning you to spread them for him. Both Joshua and Jeonghan watched as you opened your thighs, unapologetically showing them how wet you had gotten.

“Mmn, look how wet she is,” Jeonghan cooed mockingly, pulling his body back so he could turn his head to Joshua.

Joshua smiled softly, meeting Jeonghan’s lips with his own in a swift, open kiss. “You should eat her out,” he mumbled, giving Jeonghan another kiss.

Jeonghan hummed into the kiss, making you feel jealous for an instant. But you didn’t know which kiss you desired more—Jeonghan or Joshua’s.

Joshua pulled out gently, panting softly as Jeonghan positioned one knee on the foot of the bed for support before bending down so his head met your pussy. And without saying anything else, he licked a broad stripe on your pussy, parting your folds with his fingers.

You pushed your knees back, feet dangling off the bedspread as Jeonghan started eating your pussy out, drinking you in. “Fuck, Hannie,” you mewled, bringing a hand to stroke his hair. 

Jeonghan hummed against your pussy, his fingertips parting your lips trailing down to find your entrance, pushing his middle and pointer finger inside you. His tongue made a circular motion around your swollen clit.

You pushed the upper half of your body on your elbow, keeping your other hand on the back of his head. You saw Joshua realigning himself to Jeonghan’s ass, biting his bottom lip as he pushed his cock inside Jeonghan.

“So tight,” Joshua sighed, rutting his hips against Jeonghan’s ass in a steady motion.

Jeonghan moaned on your pussy, the tip of his nose nudging against you right before wrapping his lips around your swollen clit, sucking at it lightly.

“Hannie,” you cried out, your voice pathetic as your body started to ease into pleasure. “Yes, yes, please, just like that.”

Joshua kept fucking Jeonghan’s ass with deep strokes, opening his eyes to find your face. Your features showed the pleasure you were getting from Jeonghan—your eyebrows were drawn inward, your glossy lips parted as you let out the sweetest moans.

You stroke Jeonghan’s head as he ate you out. He hummed with you every time you moaned. He pressed his tongue against your throbbing clit, flicking it from side to side swiftly, expertly. Your eyes glazed over, your mind going blank as you inched closer to the edge.

“Fuck,” Joshua gritted, his thrusts turning sloppy as your moans just pushed him closer to his release. “I’m gonna cum,” he mumbled.

Jeonghan pulled his fingers out of you, taking his hard cock and he started rolling his hand over his cockhead. A muffled and urgent moan came out of him, but he kept eating your pussy out, tugging your clit with his lips as his tongue flicked from side to side, pushing you closer to the edge.

As soon as Joshua saw Jeonghan start stroking himself, he allowed himself to go slightly faster, still fucking him with deep thrusts. Joshua moaned, tilting his head back, trying to keep going despite the growing need to cum.

“Fuck, Hannie, Hannie…” you mewled, mouth opening wide as you sucked in air, and released it with long, sweet moans. You came hard, limbs trembling pathetically as the waves of your orgasm washed over you.

Jeonghan moaned too, the motion of his hand speeding up slightly right before it went sloppy, and slowed down as spurts of cum dripped from his slit, and landed on his fingers.

Joshua came last, his hips buckling slightly before pushing them slowly, deeply. His whole body went taut with pleasure, filling the condom up with tired and raw moans. “Fuck,” he said breathlessly.

Jeonghan pulled his head up from your pussy, he was breathing hard too. He raised his gaze at you, his wet lips stretching in a lazy smile as he sighed. “Good morning, baby.”

Joshua was panting, but that didn’t stop him from smiling broadly. “Sorry for waking you up,” he said.

You rubbed the back of your finger beneath your eye, gathering a tear. “I don’t mind you waking me up like this,” you replied sweetly, sighing a smile too.

“See,” Jeonghan said. “I told you.”

Joshua rolled his eyes, brushing off the confused expression on your face with a motion of his head. “No, you didn’t.”

Jeonghan glanced back at Joshua, exchanging a look before Jeonghan nodded wordlessly. Joshua pulled his hips back, and Jeonghan grunted slightly at the loss.

“I’ll take a shower,” Joshua said tiredly.

“Yeah, you do that,” Jeonghan mumbled, finding a tissue to clean his hand. He looked at you, crawling on the bed to slump down next to you.

“Coming, bunny?” Joshua asked you.

“I think I’ll stay with Hannie for a bit,” you replied, giving him a small smile. Joshua matched your expression, nodding before heading to the bathroom.

You eased back on the bed, turning over on your side to prop your head on your elbow. “How are you, babe?”

Jeonghan was lying face down on the bed, but he rose slightly upon hearing your question. “Tired,” he muttered.

You brought a hand to stroke his back. “Don’t you wanna clean up before resting?”

“I think—” he began, but quickly faded, pressing his face onto the bed in defeat. “I can’t.”

You frowned. “Why?”

“I can’t feel my legs,” he muttered, turning his head slightly so you saw more from the half of his face. And then, with a sigh, he said: “Your boyfriend’s cock is massive.”

“Don’t you mean your boyfriend?” you teased, giggling.

Jeonghan gave you a lazy smile, sighing as he continued hiding the side of his face on the bedcover. “Our boyfriend.”

Your heart fluttered. You leaned in, touching his lips with your own. “Come on, baby,” you whispered sweetly. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

“No,” Jeonghan hummed, pushing the tip of his nose against yours before pressing a kiss on your lips. “I don’t wanna. Especially if you talk to me that way.”

You chuckled, but eased into his embrace, sighing blissfully as his arms encircled you. Jeonghan kissed you lazily, debating whether he wanted to fall asleep like this. But he eventually gave in. He groaned, his pout easing into a smile when he wasn’t able to keep his act. “Okay. Let’s go clean up, princess,” he replied just as sweetly.  

You pushed yourself up from the bed, Jeonghan following you with a lazy gait as you made it to the bathroom. Joshua was standing beneath the shower stream, water running down his naked body as he pushed his wet hair back.

“Isn’t the space too tight for the three of us?” Jeonghan muttered as you grabbed his hand, pulling him to stand in the shower.

“No, it’s not,” you said.

Joshua giggled, the sound making you lift your gaze to him. His smile was full of joy, his eyes turning into half moons. “We’ll have to look for a place with a bigger shower,” he said with ease, adding a shrug before turning around and exiting the shower.

“Oh, about that,” Jeonghan muttered, his gaze flitting to the end of the bathroom where Joshua was wrapping a towel around his waist.

You glanced at him, confused. “What?” Then your gaze flickered to Joshua, who was suddenly very busy combing his hair with his fingers—despite it being wet.

Joshua cleared his throat. “Can we talk about this over breakfast?” Joshua suggested knowingly. His eyebrows knitted together in that annoyingly cute way that made you almost forget that he wanted to change the subject. “I’m starving.”

“Talk about what?” You narrowed your eyes. “You two really need to stop keeping me out of your conversations.”

Jeonghan giggled at your expression. “You were asleep, dummy,” he teased, yelping when you swatted his shoulder lightly.

Joshua smiled, leaning against the sink. “Should we go to that place you like, baby?” he asked you, clearly wanting to change the subject.

You grinned. “Sure,” you said, drawing out the word, then narrowed your eyes at both of them. “But I will find out what you were talking about.”

“Over breakfast!” Joshua shot back, grinning before he turned away, and walked out of the bathroom.

Jeonghan laughed, but it was off. As you rinsed your hair, you looked at him. There was something in the way he avoided looking at you.

Your amusement faded. “Hey,” you whispered.

“Yes?”

“You’re okay, babe?” you asked, stepping out of the stream so he could finish washing.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he blinked away, dismissively. “Let’s talk about it over breakfast, yeah?”

“Fine,” you nodded. Breakfast.

The warm sunlight stretched over the terrace tables, the crisp morning air nipping at the back of your neck. The scent of fresh coffee and banana pancakes drifted around you, weaving through the space between you and your boyfriends.

It wasn’t the first time you, Joshua, and Jeonghan had sat here.

You cut a piece of your pancake, lifting it with your fork before taking a bite. The familiar taste melted on your tongue, just as good as always.

“Is it good?” Joshua asked, sipping from his coffee mug, watching you with a knowing smirk.

You nodded, already cutting another piece to offer him. He accepted it without hesitation, humming in approval as he chewed.

Jeonghan was pushing the food on his plate absentmindedly, his eyes flicking between you and Joshua, before finally letting out a sigh.

“So…” Jeonghan started, his eyes shifty. “About the apartment thing.”

Joshua leaned back on the chair, arms crossed. “Yes. The apartment thing,” his smirk softened, tilting his head to one side. “Have you made up your mind about it?”

Jeonghan looked hesitant—just as he did the last time you brought the subject up. His fingers tightened around the ear of his coffee mug.

You reached out for his hand, commanding his sweet brown eyes to you. “Talk to me.”

He sighed. “It’s not that I don’t want to move in together,” he said carefully. “I do. I really do.”

Joshua frowned. “Then what’s the problem?”

Jeonghan shot him a look. “It’s just… isn’t it a little soon?” His tone was soft. “What if it messes things up?”

The confusion on Joshua’s face flickered into something more understanding.

“Jeonghan,” you said gently, your hand tightening around his. “You want this.”

“I do,” he admitted with a frustrated sigh. “But what if we rush it and—”

“Things are changing for the better,” you said. “That doesn’t mean they will fall apart.”

“Look,” Joshua exhaled. “We don’t have to sign a lease today. But we should at least look.” 

Jeonghan hesitated, looking at you and then at Joshua. The tension of his shoulders eased. “Okay,” he said. “We look.”

The elevator ride was quiet, save for the soft hum of the mechanical pull. You glanced at Joshua, and then Jeonghan, your fingers wrapping tightly around the strap of your bag. Out of nervousness, you dropped your gaze to your phone screen, looking at the options you had from the realtor.

Joshua stood beside you, practically buzzing with excitement, his hands shoved into the pockets of his black denim jeans. “I have a good feeling about this one,” he murmured, leaning over you.

You knew why he told you that. Jeonghan was quiet, his eyes fixed on the numbers above the elevator doors. He hadn’t said much since breakfast, only nervously exchanging some words as you arrived.

The doors slid open, revealing a bright, airy apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows. Sunlight spilled across the marble floors, making the space feel impossibly open.

“Oh,” you breathed as you stepped inside first. “I love this.”

Joshua let out a hum as he followed you. “Okay, yeah,” he mumbled. “I see why you like this,” he agreed, turning to Jeonghan. “What do you think?”

Jeonghan was the one to step in last, his gaze sweeping over the empty space. His hands were buried into the pocket of his hoodie, shoulder stiff as he gave you and Joshua a shrug. “It’s nice,” he said carefully.

Your ears perked at the hesitation. “But…?”

He blinked slowly at you. “Let’s look around, okay?”

You nodded, trying to ignore his reluctance and just let him be. You walked around the place, the living room had high ceilings, and faux marble floors that gleamed under the sunlight pouring in from the windows.

The space felt wide, and you started imagining where to put the furniture that you were thinking of buying, the furniture that you also owned. The kitchen was sleek, and functional with sandy brown and marble countertops. A wide island sat in the center, perfect for the mornings or late-night conversations.

Joshua leaned on the wide countertop, looking around with awe. “I like this place,” he mumbled, nodding in approval.

Jeonghan was standing by the window quietly, his gaze fixed on the city beyond.

You moved past them, eager to see the bedrooms. The first was smaller, probably meant for guests, but you imagined it to be your new office. There was a second room, which you imagined could fit a bed in it, maybe your bed, since Jeonghan’s mattress was even larger than yours.

Then came the master bedroom, spacious, with a balcony that overlooked the quiet streets below. It had an en-suite bathroom, which was ad hoc for your plans. A deep soaking tub sat beneath another large window, and a glass-enclosed rainfall shower took up one side of the space. A dual sink vanity that made the space remind you of a hotel room.

“This is perfect,” you murmured, turning to see Joshua leaning against the doorframe, watching you with a knowing smile.

But when you glanced past him at Jeonghan, he wasn’t smiling, he wasn’t seeing the twinkle in your eye. He stood near the hallway, chewing at his bottom lip.

“Hannie, hey,” you approached him, his gaze found yours, as though snapping him from a train of thoughts. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just happening too fast,” he whispered. “We haven’t even been us for that long.”

Joshua scoffed, shrugging as he crossed his arms over his chest. “This isn’t a marriage proposal, Jeonghan. It’s just an apartment.”

You rolled your eyes, shooting him a look but before you could say anything, Jeonghan replied. “But it’s not just an apartment, is it?” His voice was gentle, but you could see the confusion in his eyes. “It’s a home—for all three of us.”

Your heart stammered. “Do you want that?” you asked gently.

Jeonghan hesitated, then sighed. “Of course I do. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” He looked around the space again, his eyes lingering on the sunlight pouring in through the windows. “I just don’t want to screw this up.”

Joshua’s gaze softened. “We won’t, Hannie,” he said.

You reached out to take his hand. “And if something happens, we’ll figure it out, yes?”

Jeonghan huffed a quiet laugh, rolling his eyes. “Yes. We will.”

Joshua smiled, throwing an arm around Jeonghan’s shoulders as he dragged him across the master bedroom, rambling about taking a look at the balcony where he would be able to smoke freely.

You watched them with a smile, trailing behind and already picturing the whole apartment as something more than just a place to live. Home.

Some days later, you had to start packing. It was especially hard since you were also in the middle of finishing the draft of your book. Juggling both felt nearly impossible—though it became slightly more manageable with Joshua’s help. He had eagerly offered to start packing, but you knew all too well that his definition of packing wasn’t exactly something you could trust.

Cardboard boxes were stacked in piles, pushed against the empty wall of your studio office. You stood still for a moment, letting your gaze sweep over the space that had been your fortress through long days and even longer nights of hard work. A lump formed in your throat as you remembered when this place had been nothing more than a desk, a chair, and your computer.

It had grown with you, evolved alongside you. And now, you were taking a leap into something new.

From the next room, the soft murmur of a familiar voice blended with the lazy strumming of an acoustic guitar. If you listened closely, you could hear Joshua singing—his voice dipping into quiet repetition whenever he fumbled a chord. But to you, even his mistakes sounded perfect. You didn’t even realize you had moved until you found yourself pulled toward the sound, drifting from the studio into the bedroom.

Joshua sat at the foot of the bed, one leg curled beside him, the guitar propped against his thigh. His head tilted downward, strands of hair slipping over his eyes, concealing his face as he concentrated on his fingers. The light caught on the smooth wood of the guitar as his hands worked through the chords again, more sure this time, more fluid.

A small smile tugged at his lips, unseen by you, as he focused on the music.

Leaning against the doorframe, you watched, letting the warmth of the moment settle in your chest. There was something so grounding about having him here, about the way his presence softened the edges of your world.

The guitar’s strings vibrated beneath his fingertips as he hummed through the final words of the verse he had crafted, his voice settling into the quiet. A flicker of realization crossed his face when he landed on the right chord, and his lips parted slightly as if he were savoring the sound.

And then, finally, he lifted his gaze to you. His eyes held that glint you loved—the one that made something deep inside you feel light and steady all at once.

“Hi handsome,” you mumbled, even though you lived together, you felt like you had not spoken to him in some hours while you packed the stuff from the studio.

“Hey beautiful,” he pressed his lips into a sweet smile, one that turned his beautiful eyes into half moons.

“I thought you were packing the kitchen stuff,” you said, moving from the doorframe.

“I finished ages ago,” he emphasized with a light chuckle, leaving the guitar aside as you approached him. “You were too preoccupied in there, so I didn’t interrupt you,” he took your hand when you were within reach.

You smiled in response, looking at the soft features of his face. “What were you doing?” you mumbled as he pressed his lips to your knuckles.

“I was composing something, I think it came out alright,” he replied, turning briefly to hit the stop record button on the screen of his phone.

“I liked the sound of that,” you complimented, liking that his hands found you as soon as you came closer to him.

“Yeah?” he smirked slowly. “Wanna give it a try?”

You matched his smile, but yours had a tint of shyness. “Sure.”

“Come here,” he pulled you to his lap, smoothly turning you over before you sat on the bed, right on the space between his thighs. “I’ll teach you.”

“This is an improper way to teach, Professor Hong,” you giggled, pressing your back against his chest.

“What can I say, you really have a knack for getting the most improper side out of me, Ms. Hong,” he frowned with faux chide, but looked cute at the same time; his eyebrows drawn inward, his mouth pressed into a line.

“Really, because I could say exactly the same of you,” you giggled, tapping the tip of his nose with your finger.

He blinked into a smile that took over his entire face. “Oh that’s not true,” he replied with a light giggle as well. “You were already very indecent when I met you,” he joked, knowing the reaction his comment would bring out of you.

“Indecent?!” you huffed, widening your eyes in indignation.

He laughed, tilting his head back as the sweet sound bubbled out of his mouth. “Yes, very,” he emphasized, pressing his large hands on your tummy to bring you even closer to him. “You are a very naughty girl.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to mask the smile that eventually broke in the features of your face. “Get to work, Professor Hong.”

“Right away, Ms. Hong,” he mumbled happily, grabbing the guitar and placing it on your thigh.

Keeping one hand on the body of the guitar, he guided your hand on the neck. “Place your index finger here,” he commanded with a soft tone, and you followed, pressing your finger down on the first fret, just where he instructed.

You would have paid more attention to his following instructions if it were not for the closeness of his mouth to your ear. When he spoke, his sweet voice made you want to melt into it.

“Now, again, you move your middle finger here,” he continued, simultaneously instructing you to strum the strings as you move your fingers on each fret, slowly piecing the song he composed.

“Like this?” you mumbled faintly, sneaking a swift look at his face.

“Just like that,” he nodded, not really noticing that you were now caught up in him, the features of his face, his beautiful hands guiding you through his song, and the warmth of his body sitting closely behind you.

“Sorry,” you smiled meekly when you accidentally missed one note.

“No, it’s alright,” he quickly put in. “You’re doing great, baby.”

But in fact, you were not doing great. You were clumsy, distracted; and you feared it showed in the movement of your fingers. “I’m terrible at this,” you said.

“No one is good at the first time,” he replied sweetly. “Let’s try one more time, alright?”

“Yeah, okay,” you nodded, biting your lip in concentration to get every note he had taught you. It was merely a ten-second bit from the song you had heard him practice, but difficult enough for you.

“Slowly, that’s right, baby,” he mumbled, and you knew from his tone alone that he was smiling. “See? I told you, you’re great!”

“I think I got it,” you said, pausing to look at him.

“You sure do,” he replied in praise, his eyes glinting again with that emotion you had noticed when you walked into the room.

You could no longer resist it, you closed the space between your mouth and his, pressing a quick kiss and backed away meekly.

“Kissing your professor is quite indecent on your part, miss,” he smirked.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” you sighed.

“Mmm, you just started something that you won’t be able to finish,” he mumbled, bringing a hand to cup your cheek. “Kiss me,” he instructed with the same soft tone, but the firmness of his command was different, it ignited a part deep within you.

You hummed as his lips locked with yours, kissing you hungrily. His tongue outlined your bottom lip as his hand slid from your cheek to your nape, his fingers curling around your hair. “I love you,” he mumbled, breaking the kiss briefly.

“I love you,” you replied, feeling the moment slow down.

Joshua rested his forehead on yours, letting out a soft sigh that caressed your lips. “I think our practice session is over,” he said, grinning as he moved the guitar from your lap and placed it on the floor.

“What are you planning to do?” you grinned as well, knowing that look on his face.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled in between kisses, his tone aloof and his kiss sloppy. “How about we just make out and improvise from there?”

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you replied, equally aloof.

Then, he lay down on the bed, his arms securing you by the waist pulling you on top.  A sigh from his part was muffled in your mouth when he felt your chest pressed to his, he could feel that you wore nothing beneath that zipper hoodie, and that just added to the anticipation building up inside him.

You brought a hand to his cheek, cupping it as you started dominating the kiss. Joshua remained with his eyes closed through it, letting you capture his lips with your own with gentle, but messy movements. The sounds were mixed with his sighs and yours, the wet sounds of your lips in his, and a few tiny moans from you as you deepened the kiss.

His hands roved on your back, trailing down to the small of your back, where they rested momentarily. Another small moan from your part was muffled in his mouth, and that was the only confirmation he needed. He travelled further down, his hands fitting perfectly on your round ass to give it a gentle squeeze.

You moved your knees to each side of his hips, your hands travelling from his face to his broad shoulders, feeling his lean body over his white t-shirt. He swallowed back a tiny moan when you touched his bulging pecs in small motions, up and down while his hands moved from your ass to touch your thighs over your sweats.

Slowly, both your clothes and his became an obstacle between you, since you needed to feel his skin on yours, to see his beautiful body, to explore it inch by inch without his clothes on. But you continued kissing him fervently, sloppily moving your lips on his, enjoying his faint moans muffled by your mouth.

You paused for air, and he also breathed shakily as the tip of your nose bumped with his, drawing a lazy smile from him. Ignoring how flustered you were already, and how hot your face had grown, you reached out for his hands, which were parked on your hips and inching away from his face to look into his eyes, you placed them on your chest. You batted your eyelashes at him sheepishly, moaning sweetly when his hands cupped your tits over your hoodie, his thumbs effortlessly finding your pebbled nipples.

Instinctively, you pressed your crotch against his, grinding your hips with slow motions to relieve the tingling sensation bothering you. A sweet sound came out of you, sparking something in his eyes, as he kneaded your tits, pressing your nipples with his thumbs.

His gaze focused on your hand when you fumbled with the zipper of your hoodie, following it as it came apart, and slowly displayed your naked chest to him. You sat back on him, enjoying the way his big eyes darkened when you slid the hoodie off your shoulders and put it aside.

You leaned forward again, pressing your bare chest on him, making him release a sigh upon feeling your breasts, even if it were over his t-shirt. You grabbed his face, closing the space between his lips and yours with a tender kiss, slow at first, feeling your pulse quicken.

He tensed when you slipped your hands under the white t-shirt he wore, trying to get rid of it. “No, stop,” he murmured, his voice faint but it brought you to a halt in a split-second.

You froze, looking at the features of his face to understand why he was stopping you from undressing. “You want to do it?” you asked, your tone giving away that you were confused.

“Slow down, baby,” he said, showing you a small smile. “There’s no need to rush. Enjoy this.”

“But I want to make you feel good,” you mumbled, stammering over your words as your face burned with shame.

“I know, and I love that about you,” he said, his smile growing into a more reassuring one. “But let me be in charge, alright?”

“Alright,” you conceded, matching his sweet smile.

Then, he smoothly rolled over, taking your body with him, and placing your back against the mattress. You encircled his broad shoulders with your arms, just as he leaned over to kiss your face, pressing his lips on the apple of your cheek with a soft sigh on his part. He made a trail of kisses from there to the shell of your ear, bringing a tiny laugh out of you when his breath fanned over a sensitive area on your skin.

“I love you,” he murmured against your ear, smiling when your body tensed and your skin prickled.

“And I love you, Josh,” you replied sweetly, your eyes glinting with joy and adoration for him when he pulled back to see the tiny bumps in your skin.

“You’re so sensitive,” he said, bending to kiss you on the plain of your chest, his wet lips only making it worse for you because each kiss had you squirming under him.

Before you could even agree with him, his lips reached one of your pebbled nipples, pressing soft kisses that slowly evolved into grazing of teeth, bringing a small moan out of you. You held onto him, one hand on his nape, the other around his bicep, fingers digging into the hard muscle.

Discovering how responsive you were being, he slid the tip of his tongue on your areola, barely caressing it but getting your skin to prickle again. You released a short gasp as your thighs tensed up, and as he switched to do the same on your other nipple, your core was already fluttering, arousal sticking to your panties.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep the sounds to yourself. But then he started suckling on your sensitive nipple, the sounds he was making loud and wet, drool trickling on your skin. You gasped, the tension building up between your legs was irritating. “Joshua,” you called.

“Mm?” he replied, not bothering to lift his head or to stop kissing your tits.

“I need more,” you sighed, sneaking your hands beneath his t-shirt again, but not in an attempt to undress him, this time you just wanted to feel his skin, to give him but a slight taste of what you felt.

Joshua shuddered upon your fingernails grazing his back. “More?” he egged you on, but he made no motion to follow your requests, he just simply moved his kisses to the curve of your neck, where he placed another wet kiss on your sensitive skin.

“Uh-huh,” you mewled, closing your eyes to savor the euphoric feeling of his lips worshiping you. You slid your hands on his back, dragging the white t-shirt along. “Ne-need you.”

He let out a sigh, backing away slightly so you could peel the t-shirt off his torso. His hair got ruffled in the process which you brushed back with both hands as he leaned over you again. Joshua took your hands, lacing your fingers with his and placing them above your head.

“Easy, baby,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses on your bottom lip.

You sighed shakily. He is in charge, you reminded yourself. “Sorry,” you said meekly, letting him retake control, letting him do whatever he wanted to you.

“It’s okay,” he drawled, pressing his chest against yours, smiling when you let out a mewling sound again when your sensitive nipples brushed against his skin. “There’s nothing wrong with being a little needy, right?”

Your eyebrows pinched.

“I’ll take care of you tonight, bunny, don’t worry,” he murmured, his tone sweet but falling into the sultry one he always used in the bedroom. 

“Okay,” you replied, swallowing hard when he showed you a slight smirk.

Then Joshua lowered his hips between your parted legs, pressing your hands down the pillows as he supported himself with his elbows too. He dove for another kiss, his lips locking in yours hungrily, letting out a moan in your mouth and reminding you how much he loved kissing you.

It became asphyxiating: to be under the full weight of his body, the grip of his hands on you, kissing you relentlessly. But you loved every second of it, the taste of his kiss, the smell of the cologne impregnated on his clothes, his skin. You loved everything about him, it drove you crazy.

Thoughtlessly, you pushed your hips up despite the cage he had made with his body. The friction you got from rubbing yourself on the crotch of his jeans was delicious, so you did it again, grinding your hips with small motions.

“Brat,” he whispered reproachfully, but enjoyment flashed on the features of his face as you drew your eyebrows in, mouth parting to let out a whiny moan.

“God, Josh,” you gasped, closing your eyes, delighting over the much-desired friction you got from rubbing yourself on his crotch, slowly feeling his cock stir beneath his jeans.

“Are you gonna come like this, bunny?” he cooed, and you understood from his tone that he was teasing you.

“Uh-huh,” you parted your mouth, letting out a series of moans as pleasure bloomed inside you, finding a pace to roll your hips beneath him to reach your climax. You found his hard cock with your crotch, mewling as you rubbed yourself on him, desperation rising inside you as you rolled your hips harder.

You heard a light chuckle coming from him, and then he did something unexpected. He started grinding his cock on your pussy, rolling his hips expertly against yours in the same motion he always did when he was inside you.

“Fuck, Joshua, yes, yes,” you mewled pathetically, taking in one deep breath before you came undone beneath his hard body.

Just by your moans alone, he could tell that you had reached your release. The sounds coming out of you were sweet and airy, the most angelic moans he had ever heard from anyone, they drove him insane. He swore that the sounds alone were so arousing that he could get hard just from hearing you.

Joshua stared at your face riddled by pleasure as you came down from your high, smiling softly at him when you opened your eyes. “Felt good?” he asked, feeling his own arousal begin to bother him, his cock stirring beneath the hard fabric of his jeans hindering him.

“Yeah,” you let out an airy laugh, thinking of how pathetic you may have sounded, or looked. “I’m sorry?” you raised your eyebrows innocently.  

“Are you going to behave now?” he asked with a sweet tone, releasing his grip from your hands to brush some rebellious strands of hair away from your face.

“Yes,” you replied, nodding your head obediently, but concealing a smile by biting your lower lip.

“Good,” he whispered, leaning to press a kiss on the tip of your nose. He sat back on his haunches, his fingers swiftly releasing the belt buckle and with one motion he pulled the belt from all the loops of his jeans, setting it aside on the bed, next to you. “I’ll use that on you if you don’t.”

A lazy smirk appeared on his face when he saw a fascination flash in your eyes. “I’ll behave,” you cooed sweetly. But you could not help but plan to retaliate somehow.

You jolted slightly when your phone started buzzing on the bedside table, the loud noise from it making you snap your hand to grab it. “Sorry,” you told Joshua, sneaking a look at his face and then at the screen, which was displaying Jeonghan’s name on it.

It was on instinct, almost, you swiped your finger on the green button, pressing the phone to your cheek. “Hi, babe,” you replied, the words flying out of your mouth before you even processed that Joshua was looking at you.

“Hey, princess,” Jeonghan’s voice was loud, you could swear that Joshua heard it too. “Are you busy? I’m on my way to yours, maybe we could-,”

“We’re in the middle of something here,” Joshua’s voice cut through Jeonghan’s and from his tone, you could hear the playfulness in it, but also a slight hint of annoyance.

You saw his hand reaching out to grab the phone and you passed it to him, thinking that he was going to say something else, but instead, he pressed the red button, hanging Jeonghan up and tossed the phone aside, heedlessly.

“So much for behaving,” he said darkly.

“I’m sorry,” you replied shamefully, but giggling when he just gave you a playful eye roll. “I just answered the phone without thinking!”

“Yeah, and now you’re going to pay for it,” the corner of his lips curved slightly.

You watched him sit back on his haunches one more time, but this time it was to get rid of his dark denim jeans. You fought the urge to undress him yourself, but noticing the glint in your eye, his playful smirk grew broader on his face. He climbed down from the bed, getting rid of all his clothes quite unceremoniously, robbing you of the pleasure of both taking his clothes off and enjoying the view of him peeling them item by item.

“Stay there,” he instructed when you made a motion to follow him by sitting up on the bed.

“But I want–,” you sighed in frustration before you could tell him that you wanted to please him. “Fine,” you huffed.

Joshua smiled at your mini tantrum, pressing one knee and then the other on the bed to climb on it. Your eyes followed him, every movement of his body made his toned muscles shift, his strong thighs calling your attention, quite nearly robbing it completely. Your gaze trailed to his legs, then up his body, glorious in his nakedness. And yours completely.

“Like what you see?” he asked playfully, following your gaze down his body. He was growing stronger, and it showed in the bulk of his biceps, his chest bulging. The muscles of his abdomen were soft but well-defined, the same as the ones of his quads.

“Yeah, I do. A lot,” you replied, feeling as you did the first time you saw him naked. Your eyes locked with his, and your heart gave a leap when you saw the endearment showing in his eyes.

He showed you a smirk in response, biting back some playful quip as he grabbed the belt from your side. You had forgotten about it, confusion forming on the features of your face when he took the belt by both ends, straightening it out in front of you.

“Give me your wrists,” he commanded, motioning to your hands resting between your legs.

Before you decided on putting up a fight and making it more difficult for him to dom you, a sigh came out of you—thrilled over the fact that he was giving you something you did not know you missed. You lifted your hands, extending your arms out to him.

“Good girl,” he said, but grabbing your wrists with one large hand. He looped his belt around your wrists, once, twice, coiling the leather until it was firmly binding your hands together. “Lie down.”

You lay down, keeping your eyes on him as he crawled on top of you, taking your bound hands by his belt and forcing them above your head. Joshua slotted his hips between your parted thighs, making you whine slightly when you could not feel him freely because you still had your sweats on.

“You’re going to be good for me now, baby?” he asked, his tone honeyed but he knew just how enticing it was to you. 

“Yeah,” you replied, not hiding the excitement in your demeanor, looking at him with wide eyes, flushing as he smirked at you once again.

Joshua pressed his lips against yours, kissing you tenderly. “We have until Jeonghan gets here to have fun,” he said.

“He’s going to be mad that we’re doing this without him,” you murmured against his lips, squirming slightly when his hand moved to cup your chin, his fingers squeezing your cheeks.

“I don’t care,” he replied, giving you another kiss, this one was harder, hungrier. “Let him be mad all he wants when he gets here. You’re mine for now.”

You emitted a short giggle, the sound sweet and shaky with anticipation. “What are you going to do?”

He looked lost for a second. “I thought of improvising but,” he gasped, moving back so he could take a look at the watch neatly sitting around his wrist. “We have at least some good twenty minutes until Jeonghan gets here.”

“Seems like you know his routine well,” you pointed impishly.

“Just like I know yours, baby,” he shrugged with ease, leaning over you once more, placing his hands above your shoulders. “What’s your point?” he mumbled, sealing his lips with yours with sweet kisses.

“No points, I just think it’s cute,” you replied in kind, laughing then his kisses became more repetitive, quick. He trailed down from your lips to your jawline, making your skin prickle again when he reached your neck.

“Cute, huh?” he breathed, kissing the dent between your collarbones.

“I think you two are cute,” you added, closing your eyes as his lips reached your chest.

Joshua took a moment to let your words sink in. The thing in his heart had settled deeply, making its home there. It was obvious to you that both Jeonghan and Joshua had unspoken feelings for each other. You could see it in their eyes when they looked at each other—when they talked about each other.

The room fell silent. The only noises Joshua could hear were the sweet noises you made when you sighed, and the noises he made when he planted a new kiss on your skin. For a moment, it felt to Joshua that this could be his forever—being with you, loving you and Jeonghan. The idea sent a rush to his brain, making him sigh against your tummy.

Before he could take his time torturing you with kisses, he went crazy, grabbing the waistband of your sweats to pull them down your legs. Loving the way you always looked flustered whenever he undressed you. No matter how many times he’s done it in the past, you always got that look on your face.

The moment seemed to slow down, as he glanced at your eyes and then at your body, smiling because he couldn’t keep the emotions to himself. He was happy and in love.

There was no need to talk—he felt like all he could do was stare lovingly at your body, as he wondered what on earth he did to get you. He leaned over you, placing a kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, making you laugh sweetly. He rushed and kissed your smile too, before he continued with his trail of kisses down your body.

He hooked his fingers around the waistband of the blue boyshorts you were wearing—he loved these ones, how they looked on you. He felt like the more comfortable you were, the cuter you looked. His lips curved in a smile, and you mirrored it knowingly.

“You know I like these,” he mumbled, pulling the boyshorts down your legs.

You nodded wordlessly, pushing your hips up slightly so he could finish taking your clothes off. “Can I keep my socks on?” you asked with a tiny tone, seeing his hand circle your ankle.

Joshua looked back to your face—his heart dropping the moment he saw you looking up innocently at him. He felt like he could melt right there and then. “Of course, baby,” he replied, returning back to the trail of kisses he was marking down your body.

“Josh,” you sighed, hands struggling to grab his head as he kissed your lower tummy.

He smiled against your skin, kissing the spot below your belly button, enjoying the way your skin prickled. You moaned softly as he sucked a lovebite into your skin, tensing up under his body but letting him do more anyway. His lips trailed down, reaching your mound and sucking another red spot there.

Your mouth parted, mind torn between wanting to get more hickeys sucked into your body and also wanting him to just eat you out already. You let out a silent moan, glancing down your body as he sucked your inner thighs, parting them for him with his hands.

“Fuck,” you whispered, closing your eyes again. You moved your bound hands, trying to reach him and hold him there—between your legs.

But Joshua raised his dark eyes, finding out what you were about to do. “Uh-huh,” he mumbled softly, arching his studded eyebrow. “Hands where I left them, princess.”

You swallowed, nodding as you left your hands above your head. You tried to ignore the way that name sounded on his lips, reminding you that Jeonghan was on his way to your apartment.

Joshua leaned down, pressing a kiss on your pussy lips without looking away from your eyes. “Be good,” he whispered, his eyes gathering every detail of your expression.

Then he pulled out his tongue, letting it hang from his lower lip lightly before sliding it against your clit. You tensed up under him, looking at him as his tongue slid on your swollen clit from side to side, slowly rousing every nerve ending.

Joshua stopped, pulling back his head from your pussy and pushing himself on his arms. You whined instantly at the loss of his tongue, pleasuring you, and making him giggle. “Wait a second,” he said with a soft tone.

He reached out to grab the pillow beside yours. Your tummy fluttered, knowing exactly what he would do with the pillow—you raised your knees from the bed, leaving only the soles of your feet planted on the covers.

“Good girl,” he praised as he placed the pillow right below your butt, putting some support for his head. And that’s how you knew, Joshua wanted to take his time eating your pussy out.

Placing his elbows on the pillow, he grabbed your thighs, keeping them parted for him as he bowed his head over your pussy. You watched him pull out his tongue again, dragging it against your parted folds slowly.

The feeling drew out a moan from you, making you close your eyes at the sweet pleasure you got from his tongue swirling around your swollen clit in slow, lazy motions. His eyes raised, finding yours.

Joshua felt a special kind of rush whenever he made eye contact as he ate you out. You looked trapped in a daze like you wanted to speak but never could. Only sweet, gentle moans came out of you, signaling him to keep going. Your body went rigid, as though focusing on not feeling anything else but the motions of his tongue on your pussy.

You could feel the tension coiling, but it happened slowly. Joshua kept his tongue relaxed, only moving it in slow, light motions on your clit—he did this knowing that it would drive you crazy.

“Joshua,” you called out, closing your eyes as the tension grew. “Faster, please.”

He didn’t reply, in fact, you knew that there would be nothing you could say to him that would make him stop licking your clit. He just kept going, his tongue moving without applying real pleasure on your clit, only moving it gently.

You whined, gasping for air as the pleasure only built more and more, but it never got you there. “Please, Joshua, give me more,” you said, your breathing so unsteady already that you thought you sounded pathetic.

Joshua was amused, in fact, when you opened your eyes, you could see a ghost of a smile on his face. But he gave you what you wanted—more. The movement of his tongue switched, licking your clit up and down, applying more pressure to it but not enough to make you cum.

You complained again, hips buckling slightly as you moved your knees up. Joshua groaned, using his hands to circle your thighs to keep you steady for him. Then he did something you didn’t expect, he gave you more.

It was as though your bad attitude was rewarded instantly. That never meant anything good. But he slipped two fingers inside you, curling them gently against your walls as he continued licking your pussy up and down.

You moaned lewdly, wanting to melt into the bed. The pleasure was so great that you couldn’t even register that Joshua had smiled, the breath from his sigh caressing your skin lightly. You were too lost—anticipating your release, and loving the way his tongue felt on you.

But it wasn’t enough. You whined again, this time it sounded even more pathetic. “Josh, please,” you said, your breathing so ragged now that it almost sounded like you were sobbing. “Please, make me cum.”

But he didn’t give in, not this time. The massaging of his fingers only made it worse, contributing to the anticipation but not taking you higher.

“Stop edging me, please,” you sobbed now, your hands struggling against their bond. “Please, please, Josh, let me cum.”

Then, he removed his fingers, pulling back from your pussy completely, hands and mouth. You let out a pathetic cry, watching him wipe his chin with the back of his mouth, looking at you as though he had just accomplished a mission.

Riled up, you buckled your hips at him. “Please, Josh,” you said but made no move to free your wrists from his belt.

Joshua laughed, loving the way your face looked as you begged—eyebrows drawn inward, pouty lips and everything. He sat back on his knees, and taking another good look at you, he smiled. “Turn over for me,” he said, patting the pillow below your but. “And put your tummy here,” he indicated.

You did what he said, feeling a rush of warmth invade you, knowing what was about to come. Using your elbows as support, you placed your lower tummy on the pillow, thus leaving your hips lifted.

You wanted to turn to see him, to see what he was about to do. But he was quick, grabbing your hips with his hands, placing you perfectly on the pillow before raising a hand to give you a firm spank. You yelped against the bedcovers and then moaned, relishing the sweet sting of his hand on you.

Then you felt the bed shift, the bed creaking and dipping as Joshua placed each of his knees at your sides. You fought the urge to turn and look at him, but then you were planting your elbows on the bed, giving yourself some support to turn your head over your shoulder.

Joshua had that look in his eyes. A desperate hunger burned in his dark eyes, heavy with lust as his gaze lingered on your body—as though debating what to do with you first.

The hand that was on your waist circled back to grab the side of your butt, while his other hand rolled over his cock as he aligned it with your entrance. You bit your lip and arched your back, using the pillow below you for support.

Joshua smiled lightly, sighing out in delight as the tip of his cock touched your sopping pussy. “That’s it,” he whispered, pushing his hips slowly so his cock slipped inside you. “That’s my good slut.”

You moaned, the sound coming out whiny as Joshua sunk inside your walls so deep your eyes started to water. Pushing your face against the mattress, you muffled out your moans as he dragged his cock out of you, then pushed it back in with full, deep thrusts.

Joshua sighed, the view of his cock disappearing inside you drove him crazy. Letting his head drop back, he started thrusting at a steady pace, trying to keep his self-control. But another look at your body made him moan deeply—the way your ass looked as he pushed inside you, the line of your beautiful back stretching before him.

And those moans. It was all just too much. He leaned over, placing his elbows at your sides and continued fucking you, slowly rolling his hips, pushing his cock inside your throbbing pussy.

“Josh,” you whimpered. The feeling you got from his cock massaging your walls was so good that you had to suppress your cries on your bed covers.

“Like that?” Joshua mumbled, smiling when all you could do was give him small nods. He bowed his head to kiss your shoulder, drawing another muffled cry from you.

Joshua kissed your cheek before his thrusts picked up the pace, fucking you deeply. Turning his head, he spotted Jeonghan standing in the doorway, leaning on one side as he crossed his arms. Joshua showed him a tired smile, triumphant that his plan had worked—and that you had completely forgotten about it.

Your moans became airy until you couldn’t voice out the pleasure consuming you. “God, Joshua…” you called out, still pressing your face on the bedcovers. “It feels so good…”

“Yeah?” he sighed, pushing his cock inside you a little faster. He planted another kiss on your shoulder, deciding to ignore Jeonghan for a little while. “I imagine that this is how I get you pregnant.”

A mewling sound slipped past your lips, buckling your hips up for him. “God, yes, Josh,” you cried. “Please, please…”

“Yeah, you want that?” he gasped, the sound of your cries driving him a little crazy. “Are you cumming for me, baby?”

“No,” you mumbled, struggling against the belt restraining your hands. “Please—not yet,” you whined. 

Joshua noticed, using one hand to undo the belt around your wrists, freeing you. “You can cum, baby. I’m not stopping,” he mumbled sweetly.

You practically obeyed, pleasure blooming inside you in waves, spreading to your every limb, and dancing beneath your skin.

“Just like that,” Joshua muttered, fitful breaths coming out of him as he felt your walls clamping down around his cock. But he kept pushing inside you, reaching so deep that you felt like you could cum again.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” Joshua sighed, hearing the noises coming out of your dripping pussy. He gritted his teeth, sighing on your neck as his vision blurred. 

Then he slipped a hand beneath your neck, circling it to pull your head up. You gasped and opened your eyes—only to find Jeonghan watching you, his eyes trained on both you and Joshua.

A broken whimper spilled out of you, a rush sizzling on your cheeks as the act of being watched just added more to your pleasure. Jeonghan traced with his eyes every detail, as though he wanted to touch, to feel you and Joshua but settled for just watching. He took in a deep breath, leaning the side of his head on the doorway, but you could tell—he ached to join you and Joshua.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” Joshua whispered, his breathing becoming more ragged as he felt closer to his release. He glanced at Jeonghan. “Do you want Jeonghan to make you a mommy too?”

A broken squeal came out of you. “Yes, god, yes,” you sighed, closing your eyes as you felt your orgasm subsiding, leaving you with gentle waves. “P-please.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” he planted a kiss on your cheek, his thrusts becoming sloppy as ropes of cum spilled out of him. A half groan escaped him as he closed his eyes, delirious with the idea of getting you pregnant. “We’ll make you a mommy.”

Joshua pushed his hips against your ass with lazy thrusts, finishing inside you with a blissful sigh. Sneaking a glance up at Jeonghan, he smiled upon finding his lust-filled eyes. Joshua kissed the side of your head, panting slightly as you seemed to be dissolved into pure pleasure.

“Are you ready for Hannie, baby?” he asked, watching your face, outlining every feature of it.

“Yeah,” you sighed tiredly but still wanted more.

Joshua smiled at you, placing a ghostly kiss on one corner of your mouth before pulling back. He rolled over on the bed, slumping his body next to you on the mattress just as Jeonghan approached the foot of the bed.

You turned over carefully, discarding the pillow beneath you and watching Jeonghan as he got rid of his long-sleeved t-shirt with one motion, letting it fall onto the floor. “Hi, baby,” he said to you, as though he hadn’t just talked to you over the phone half an hour ago.

“Hi, babe,” you sighed tiredly, stretching your arms out to him.

He giggled. “Wait,” he whispered shyly, throwing a glance at Joshua who was also watching as pieces of clothing hit the floor. “Hi, you.”

Joshua showed him a light smile, his heart fluttering nervously. “Hey,” he whispered, swallowing hard as he watched his best friend—his boyfriend, climbing up the bed, fully naked and ready for you. His pretty cock standing fully hard, and leaking precum.

“Mmn, you kept these on,” Jeonghan pointed, running a finger around the hem of one of your socks.

You smiled, skin prickling as his finger traced a shapeless pattern on your leg. The sight made Jeonghan smile. “Look at you,” he sighed, sending you an endearing look. “So responsive. As if you hadn’t just been fucked.”

You gave him a fucked out smile, which only puzzled Jeonghan because you looked so sweet to him. His fingertips made a trail from your ankle to your knee, before patting it lightly. You knew what he meant by that, and you obliged, parting your legs for him.

“Good girl,” he whispered, pushing his dark hair back with one hand. That was when you noticed that he was wearing one of your scrunchies around his wrist—and nothing else. You sighed embarrassingly loud, looking at his beautiful body, wholly naked in between your thighs.

He stood on his knees before you, looking at you with so much love that your heart felt squeezed. Jeonghan placed his hands on each side of your shoulders, bending over to place a swift kiss on your lips. “Want more, baby?” he cooed, touching the tip of your nose with his. “Hm?”

“Yeah,” you replied breathily, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I want you now.”

Jeonghan gave you a sweet smile. “I’ll give you more, baby,” he whispered, pushing his lips against yours in a slow, passionate kiss.

You gasped into his lips, feeling him slot his hips between your parted legs, his thighs touching the back of yours as the tip of his cock nudged your entrance, pushing inside you without any kind of foreplay from his part.

But you loved it. It sent a shudder down your spine to know that you were being shared, used by them—taking turns trying to get you pregnant.

He gave you a couple of sloppy thrusts, groaning slightly when he felt your warmth, and Joshua’s cum dripping out of it. But Jeonghan raised his sweet brown eyes at you, his hand moving to cup your cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered dreamily.

You would have replied to his compliment, but your heart stammered, making you choke back a whimper. “H-hannie,” you mumbled, caressing his nape with your fingers.

“Yeah?” he panted, his hot breath touching your chin.

Jeonghan smiled when your gaze flitted to his lips, then back to his eyes. Your heart thumping so hard inside your chest that you could only return the smile shyly. “I love you,” you breathed.

He giggled shyly, pressing a kiss on your lips. “And I love you,” he replied, looking at you with so much endearment you forgot where you were.

But then he pulled his body back, grabbing your hips with his hands as he started thrusting his cock inside you at a steady pace. He sent a glance where your bodies joined—only for a moan to spill from his lips upon the sight of his cock disappearing inside you, Joshua’s cum spilling out of you.

The change in position made you moan. Jeonghan’s cock massaged a certain spot inside you that made you a little crazy. You closed your eyes briefly, enjoying the rush of pleasure invading your body again.

“Fuck,” Jeonghan sighed, tilting his head back slightly. “You… you are a dream, princess. You feel so good, I swear.”

Joshua watched you and Jeonghan silently, getting aroused by the sounds, the sweet way you moaned every time Jeonghan pushed his cock inside you. Not only that, but the enjoyment and the pleasure showing on Jeonghan’s face were also so alluring that Joshua felt his mouth parting.

Jeonghan clutched your hips, fingers digging into your skin to keep you steady for his incessant thrusts. Each drag of his cock inside you was so deep and so deliriously good you felt his whole length, filling you up inch by inch.

You moaned, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his cock massaging your walls. “God, Hannie…” you mewled pathetically.

The sound only egged him on. Jeonghan smirked, swallowing hard at the image of you. Your legs spread your fucked out eyes—always so eager for more. “You’re always so good, princess,” he whispered.

Joshua nodded, pushing himself to lay on his side to cup your cheek with his large hand. “Such a good slut, aren’t you baby?”

“Uh-huh,” you mewled, nodding your head with small motions.

Joshua’s lips curved in a tiny smile, leaning to press a long kiss on your lips. Then, he glanced at your eyes before dipping his head down your chest, where he planted small wet kisses around your nipple before teasing it softly with his tongue.

You cried out, unable to remove your gaze from Jeonghan’s face as he watched Joshua tease your nipple, popping it into his mouth with a low hum. Joshua started to suck your nipple with his lips, his tongue pressing on the pebbled bud gently, bringing out more moans from you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna—,” you gasped, your fingers curling around the bedcovers. “I’m gonna—,” You pushed your head back on the soft pillows, mouth dropping open as you let out a mewling cry.

Jeonghan watched you cum, a tired smile appearing on his face as tears spilled from your eyes. The sweet sounds coming from you made his head spin—you calling out his name between moans and fitful breaths, pushed him closer to his release.

But then you did something he wasn’t ready for. “Hannie—,” you mewled, panting with the aftershocks of your release. “Hannie, fill me up, please.”

His pink lips parted, a grunt spilling out of them, his hips buckled, but he kept himself in control. “You want my cum, pretty?” he asked, enjoying the crazed look in your eyes.

“Yes, yes, please,” you gasped, clutching harder at the bedsheets as Joshua pulled his mouth from your tits, laying on his side to resort to playing with them with one hand. He smirked at you, at the needy side of you that he loved so much.

Jeonghan released a tired breath, his thrusts slowing down as his hand returned to your lower tummy, deciding to play your game. “You’ll look even prettier when you’re pregnant,” he drawled, swallowing hard before his thrusts became sloppy, fucking his cum deep inside you.

Joshua sat up, so now he was face to face with Jeonghan. Bringing a hand to cup Jeonghan’s chin, Joshua planted a long kiss on Jeonghan’s lips, and you watched as they both moaned into each other’s mouths, their tongues touching slowly, passionately.

Jeonghan smiled, removing the hand that was parked on your lower tummy to push Joshua’s shoulder. “You idiot,” he chuckled. “We had a dinner reservation an hour ago,” he said, but there was no bite in his words.

“And I’m an idiot because…” Joshua frowned, turning over his phone that he had forgotten on his nightstand. 

“I was on my way to pick you both up,” he sighed tiredly. “But you two decided to have fun without me… again.”

Joshua laughed at the slightly annoyed look on Jeonghan’s face. “We still have time,” he said, but his tone was off. “I think…”

You had no strength to chime into the conversation you felt like you were too gone in your post-sex bliss that you didn’t want to chime in. Jeonghan rolled his eyes when Joshua laughed, and in perfect sync, they looked back at you.

“Come on, princess. Let’s get you cleaned up,” Joshua said after noticing that you were inches away from drifting off to sleep.

“No,” you whined, trying to turn your face onto the pillow.

“No complaints, bunny,” Jeonghan sighed, pulling out of you gently and making you whimper.

“So, where exactly did you say you wanted to go?” you asked Jeonghan curiously, watching him as he looked on the floor for his black t-shirt, his hair dripping wet.

He whisked the t-shirt from the floor, turning it over to put it on, one arm after the other. “I wanted us to get dinner at a steakhouse, then I thought maybe… you could use some fun and relaxation, so I thought of going to a karaoke, us three.”

Joshua snorted loudly as he was putting on a pair of clean grey boxers. “Karaoke?” he glanced at Jeonghan. “It’s been ages since we’ve gone to one.”

You looked at them from where you sat at the foot of your bed, wrapped up in a bathrobe as you towel-dried your hair. You were eager to spend time away from moving boxes and thinking about work. And more eager still, to have fun with Jeonghan and Joshua. “I want to go,” you said meekly.

Jeonghan stopped in his tracks. “We can still go, princess,” he said gently, looking at Joshua. “We could have something quick to eat and then go.”

Joshua placed his hands on his hips, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, that would be fun,” he said, smiling at you. “Let’s go.”

“Okay,” you squealed, jumping to your feet. You removed the bathrobe and started to look for something cute to wear.

Joshua and Jeonghan stood in silent awe at you for one second as you paced in front of them wholly naked. “Maybe we should get her pregnant,” Jeonghan joked, giggling at the flustered look you shot at him.

“Yeah, maybe when we get back,” Joshua followed, also smiling at the way you responded to that.

They both dressed in what you could only describe as a perfect depiction of their personalities. Jeonghan wore a pair of wide-leg khakis that were sprayed with a faux paint pattern, a black t-shirt, and a black leather bomber jacket. While Joshua wore a pair of deep blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a gray denim jacket.

You decided to wear a casual outfit too, but one that made you feel confident. You had enough just by noticing the stolen glances you got from Jeonghan and Joshua—who were waiting for you in the living room.

“Ready,” you smiled, spreading your hands at your sides.

The karaoke lounge was tucked away in a very lively side of the street, neon signs reflecting on the sides of the buildings as you strolled down an alleyway, with Jeonghan’s hand linked with your own, Joshua walking at your other side, hands deep in his pockets.

Jeonghan led you to a door, which looked ominous from the outside. But inside, the place was buzzing with energy, groups of drunken people laughing, muffled singing seeping through the walls and doors of private rooms, and the faint scent of tobacco filtering in the air.

It was the first time the three of you were visiting there. But for Jeonghan and Joshua, it was certainly not the first, and things had been… different. The lines between their friendship and something more were something that Jeonghan only questioned back then, because the tension was there, but unspoken.

The hostess led you down a dimly lit hallway, stopping in front of a sleek black door. The second you stepped inside, warmth wrapped around you, the glow of the LED lights running along the ceiling, a red U-shaped couch outlining the walls, and a massive screen displaying a song selection menu.

Jeonghan flopped onto the couch, grabbing the remote control. “I call the first song.”

“You always go first,” Joshua said, dropping into the seat beside him and patting the small space between them.

You followed suit, sitting in between them.

“That’s because I have the voice of an angel,” he shot back, chuckling impishly.

“Sure, let’s go with that,” Joshua snorted.

Jeonghan ignored that, letting out a mysterious chuckle when he found a song he was looking for. Then he looked at you, then with a knowing smile looked at Jeonghan before pressing play.

An intro of a cheesy love song filled the room. Joshua was the first to groan. “Oh my god, really?”

Jeonghan grinned mischievously. “I said I picked the song!”

Joshua laughed but grabbed another mic anyway. Jeonghan started singing, completely into the song, belting out every note dramatically while you laughed. Joshua stood from the couch, matching Jeonghan’s dramatic way of singing as he twirled around the small space, fully committed to his performance.

Jeonghan smiled triumphantly. By the second chorus, he chucked another mic in your hand, offering you to sing along, and you did—laughing, off-key, blushing but not caring. When the song ended, Joshua collapsed onto the couch, smiling and panting like he’d just run a marathon.

Jeonghan, who was sipping his drink, raised an eyebrow. “And I’m the smoker, jeez,” he chuckled.

Joshua laughed. “Shut up.”

You nudged at Jeonghan with your elbow. “Sing one song, Hannie,” you said gently.

Jeonghan blinked slowly, a small smile forming on his lips before he sighed dramatically. “Alright,” he muttered, taking the mic again and scrolling through the song list. “I’ll do one. But you’re next, princess.”

You giggled. “Sure.”

The opening notes of a ballad started playing through the speakers. Unlike the prior performance, this song was softer. And Jeonghan’s voice fit perfectly. His voice carried through the space and filled your chest like a warm cup of milk.

Jeonghan stood up, eyes on the screen to avoid feeling nervous. But you couldn’t help yourself, keeping your gaze on him as his voice unravelled through the notes of the song.

Joshua rested his head on your shoulder, noticing the love in your eyes as you watched Jeonghan. “He’s showing off,” Joshua whispered.

You nodded in agreement, watching as Jeonghan danced gently in front of you, fully immersed in the song now. There was something about it, the purple neon lights painting his face as he closed his eyes, extending a hand in front of him as though dedicating the song to you, and Joshua.

But by the time the last note faded, your heart faltered. And Joshua could see it in the way your gaze softened, and he felt a heaviness coil around his own heart.

Jeonghan turned around, a meek smile on his face as he sat down beside you. “Told you I could sing,” he muttered to you.

“Remind me why you’re not a rockstar?” you teased, smiling when Joshua slapped your thigh lightly.

But it was obvious—Jeonghan didn’t need a stage. Even at his job, he remained behind the scenes. He never needed a stage, just the right audience.

Joshua nudged your arm. “Alright, your turn, baby.” 

You exhaled nervously, shaking off the way your heartbeat rushed all the way to your tummy. “Fine,” you said, grabbing the mic.

And the night went on like that, singing, dancing, drinking, and laughing. And by the time you were ready to head out of the karaoke room, you intertwined hands with Jeonghan again, warmth filling your chest when Joshua threw an arm around Jeonghan’s shoulders.

You giggled uncontrollably as you stumbled out of the elevator, slightly—very—tipsy.

Jeonghan snorted, catching your arm before you could sway too far. “Careful, princess.”

Joshua let out a soft sigh, steadying you with a firm hand on your waist. “Alright, let’s get you to bed, baby,” he murmured, his voice laced with fond amusement.

Jeonghan pushed the apartment door open, holding it for Joshua—who, without hesitation, scooped you up effortlessly in his arms. You squealed, your head spinning as he carried you bridal style into the bedroom.

“You can’t hold your liquor, bunny,” Joshua said, easing your body on the mattress.

He took your heels off, one by one and let them drop on the floor. Jeonghan was entering the bedroom, a glass of water in hand and a bottle of ibuprofen in the other, which he left on your nightstand.

Then, Jeonghan started removing his bomber jacket, and leaving it on the armchair in one corner of the bedroom, just as Joshua looked for your set of sleepwear in your drawer.

“I got it,” you sighed, sitting up as you noticed that Joshua was about to help you undress.

You got ready for bed, putting on your pajama shorts and shirt, to then head over to the bathroom to remove your makeup and brush your teeth. As you were coming back, you paused for a second in the doorframe, looking at your boyfriends as they each took a side of your large bed.

Jeonghan was holding his phone, propping it on his tummy with one hand as the other was safely tucked beneath his head. And Joshua was also looking at his phone, except that he was sitting back against the headboard of the bed.

Joshua lowered his phone, noticing you first. “What’s wrong?” he asked gently.

“Nothing,” you replied softly. You approached the bed, climbing up on it to slump down between them, face-first against your pillow. “I’m so happy,” you hummed.

Joshua and Jeonghan exchanged a look, both putting their phones away so they could join you. They snuggled up to your body as you slowly turned over, taking a deep breath.

“We’re glad, baby,” Jeonghan murmured.

You cupped Jeonghan’s cheek, turning to him to place a soft kiss on his lips. He returned the kiss, just as sweetly, his lips lingering on yours for a second before pressing them on yours again. Then, you turned to Joshua, your hand flat on his chest as Joshua met you halfway in a tender kiss.

“Thank you for tonight,” you told them both, blinking sleepily.

“Sleep well, baby,” Jeonghan said as you turned on your side, in the usual position you took, to be cuddled by both of them.

As you slept, Jeonghan placed a light hand on your waist, hearing the soft hum you let out as you nestled blissfully in the warmth, and coziness of being surrounded by them. Joshua smiled at the sight before him, you and Jeonghan.

“I’ve been thinking,” Jeonghan whispered, careful so he wouldn’t break your peace.

“Yes?” Joshua breathed.

Jeonghan was looking at your face, so his gaze was hidden away from Joshua, impossible to read. But everything was in the calm and quiet demeanor he kept, as he gathered his words. “I’ll move in with you.”

Joshua stopped breathing for a second. “Why the sudden change?” he asked curiously, not hiding the rush of excitement he felt.

“I want this—to be with you both,” Jeonghan raised his eyes, locking them with Joshua’s. “I’m just afraid I’ll…”

There was a long moment of silence. Joshua felt his heart pulsating in his ears, making it hard for him to concentrate. He knew that look in Jeonghan’s eye, whenever he struggled with his words it was because he had something important to say. Something very close to his heart.

Jeonghan inhaled deeply, letting his breath through his nose. “I don’t want this to end too soon, and not because we took it too fast,” he said with an air of sadness in it.

“I get it,” Joshua replied. “It’s okay to be scared, I feel it too,” he said quietly. “But if you want this as much as we do, then there is nothing to fear. We’ll work it out. We’ll take it day by day.”

Jeonghan stared at Joshua’s eyes. Finding his answer, he nodded. “That sounds reasonable,” he admitted shyly.

Joshua smiled lightly. His hand found your hip and thus met Jeonghan’s hand on your waist. Jeonghan looked down at his hand parked next to Joshua’s. Slowly, Jeonghan lifted a pinky finger, and Joshua did the same, linking it with Jeonghan’s. As they met each other’s eyes, Jeonghan knew.

This was home. 

✮ author's note: hello everyone!

sorry for taking so long to post this, and thank you to everyone who waited!! this chapter was so fun to write, and i loved every second of it. i'll come back with chapter eight, because this story is far from over. i love my boys so much

anyway,

✧ STAY TUNED FOR PART EIGHT !! ✧

toodles!

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[sayuri-v]

_03.03.25_

No saben cómo se siente, o tal vez nunca lo han querido comprender.

No saben cómo se sentia levantarse cada mañana con tantas personas enojadas.

Porque era demasiado temprano, porque estaban cansados

Porque se hacía tarde y faltaba demasiado

No creo que supieran como se sentía, recibir regaños que debían ser para alguien más

Escuchar atentamente cada reclamo, aún si intentaba hacer cada cosa lo mejor que podía

Nada de todo aquello parecía suficiente

Nada era suficiente

Todo y cuánto pude dar, no fue suficiente

No sé si sepan cómo era ser una niña consolando a los adultos que debían protegerla

Sabrán acaso como era escuchar constantemente cuan torpe decía que era.

Hasta que simplemente comencé a creerlo

Porque el problema, cada uno

Terminaban conmigo

Cada golpe, cada palabra y las voces alzadas

No sé si saben cómo se siente

Querer sonreír cuando todos te ignoran y te hacen a un lado

"No tengo tiempo'

"No ves que estoy ocupada"

cuando solo quería un abrazo

Cómo se siente romper tanto

a alguien tan pequeño

No saben cómo de fuerte se siente

cuan profunda parece una herida que no llega a sanar del todo

no parece que al menos lo sientan

No saben cómo es escuchar que tú eres el problema de todos los demás

"porque no haces nada"

"no dices nada"

Qué tan profunda debía ser la herida para que les bastara

nada fue suficiente

Ningún reconocimiento, ni las palabras de aliento

Ningún diploma, cualquier regalo

siempre han sabido cómo romper todo a su paso

No lo saben,

No imaginan cómo es levantarse cada día, reír

Moverse a todos lados, hablar de cuánto has progresado

cuando ya no quiero vivir

simplemente ya no

No saben cómo es

Mirar a todos, escuchar todo sentir tanto

sin disfrutar nada

tal vez no es suficiente para que valga la pena darle importancia

puede que no la tenga

Simplemente no es suficiente

[uncamel20]

a veces cuando estoy un poco triste entra el vientito por mi ventana, y me recuerdan a tus caricias

cuando espero a cruzar la calle, el semaforo me recuerda a los besos que te cobré para pasar delante mio.

cuando bajo por mi ascensor, recuerdo las fotos y los abrazos, y las ganas que esos 13 pisos que nos separaban del suelo, se vuelvan una eternidad, para poder disfrutarte un ratito mas.

cuando pienso en la distancia, me frustro por un segundo. despues recuerdo que vos seguis ahí, en el mismo lugar en el que estabas cuando decidí mandarte el primer mensaje.

agradezco a la vida por poder compartir mi dia a dia con vos, aunque sea de lejitos.

cunado el mundo se pone dificil, me haces entrar en razon, me recordas que todo pasa, que todo va a estar bien.

cunado el partido va a mi favor, tambien me recordas que todo tiene un porqué, y compartis mis alegrias como si fueran tuyas.

cuando necesito desahogarme, sos la primera en escucharme, y darme los consejos mas dulces, y suavizas lo duro de la realidad del mundo adulto, me haces sentir cuidado, querido.

aunque algun dia quiera, nunca voy a olvidar la primera vez que te vi, ya consciente que eras una mujer increible. cuando baje del auto y te vi, mas hermosa de lo que me hubiera podido imaginar, mi corazon se aceleró. porque si, puedo manejar a 200 kilometros por hora con el pulso de un cirujano, pero los nervios que sentí al verte y la hermosura que irradiaba tu precencia fueron mas grandes que mi caradurez.

no puedo entender lo fugaz del tiempo, y lo cortas que se hacen las horas al lado tuyo. como si fueras un momento, un instante. como ese ratito en el recreo, que disfrutas con todas tus ganas, porque sabes que tenes que volver a seguir aprendiendo.

aunque disfrute cada segundo al lado tuyo, cada momento, cada mirada, cada charla, cada beso, siento que te volviste el nido al que este pajaro con las alas cansadas quiere volver cada vez que el dia se hace largo, y esta agotado de volar.

no puedo cansarme de agradecerte, por mostrarme en tan poco tiempo lo lindo que es querer bien, por esos instantes que compartimos juntos, fuiste el agua en el desierto que mi corazon sediento necesitaba para poder seguir la caminata, y ya cansado de caminar, decidió hacer base en los hoyuelos que se te forman cuando sonreis.

encontre otro lugar favorito, justo en el centro de tu pecho, y dicen que uno siempre vuelve a donde fue feliz, asi que solo espero el momento indicado para seguir la caminata, y pedirle al universo que el destino sea justo ahí, en ese cuerpo que me acogió y me mostro lo que era un refugio para el corazon.

te quiero. gracias por ser la persona increible que sos.

mi corazon y mente quieren conocer cada milimetro de tu ser, y aunque el camino es largo, mis pies nunca se cansan si al llegar te encuentran a vos.

[senkaimonfiles]

CHENLE

Chennn… lee Dónde estás… Chennn lee… Da igual que te escondas, te voy a encontraaar… 

Chenle abrió los ojos con pesadez, sintiendo el calor axfisiante adormecer todo su cuerpo. Podía moverse, pero estaba demasiado cansado como para hacerlo. Quería hacerlo, pero no sentía que mereciera la pena. Es culpa de ella.

Chennn… leee… Estoy yendo a por ti…

—No estás aquí —musitó estúpidamente, como si quisiera convencerla de que no pensaba que fuera real. Era una pérdida de tiempo. Chenle clavó la mirada en el techo, agobiado. Estaba sudando; el pelo se le pegaba a la frente y la nuca, y la ropa al cuerpo.

Entonces, sin previo aviso, alguien se asomó por encima de él sobre el respaldo del sofá. La mujer tenía unas grandes líneas negras recorriendo su cabeza, que nacían en su cuello y se perdían en su frente, en el nacimiento de su cabello oscuro. Sus ojos del color del ónice, divertidos y maníacos, hacían juego con la sonrisa en sus labios azulados y agrietados. Ella estaba más empapada que él, mojada por el agua del lago en el que se había ahogado cinco años atrás.

—Con que seguías aquí —se quejó. Su voz estaba cargada de disgusto pese a su cara alegre—. Y yo buscándote en la secadora. Eres el peor jugador de escondite que existe.

—Por favor. —Los ojos de Chenle empezaron a cerrarse contra su voluntad, hasta volverla un borrón—. Vete.

—¿Irme? Según tú, yo no estoy aquí —replicó ella, cuando ya no pudo verla. 

—Me encuentro muy mal.

—Si me hubieras hecho caso cuando te lo pedí hace una semana, ahora no estarías así. Para tu mala suerte, soy muy paciente. Ya me habían advertido de esto la primera vez que pregunté por ti, después de verte hablando con el fantasma de aquella niña en la carretera. No eres tan amable con los adultos; hay que obligarte a… ¿Me estás escuchando? 

Chenle no respondió. No quería, y aunque hubiera querido, tampoco tenía fuerzas para hacerlo.

Lo invadió una sensación helada de la nada. Esta comenzó en su frente, y no tardó en extenderse por su cuerpo, sonsacando un suspiro de alivio de entre sus labios. Al abrir los ojos vio que el fantasma estaba simulando apoyar una mano en su frente. 

—¿Es que no ves que estás al límite? —preguntó ella, molesta—. A este paso tú también morirás. Venga, solo tienes que ayudarme con una cosa de nada.

—No lo haré —replicó, casi sin voz. 

El fantasma apartó la mano con brusquedad, y el calor volvió con fuerza a Chenle, drenando la poca energía que había logrado reunir durante esos pocos segundos en los que su cuerpo no hirvió. 

—Muy bien. Entonces me quedaré aquí un poco más, hasta que seas tú el que se vaya.

Chenle apenas asintió, sintiendo una gota de sudor resbalar por su barbilla. Estaba conforme, pese a saber que unas horas antes, cuando estaba medianamente bien, se había negado por completo a la posibilidad de acabar así. Pero así era como funcionaban las cosas; cuando el cuerpo se rendía, la mente lo hacía también. Fue lo que le pasó a la abuela. El pensamiento le duró un instante, y por primera vez en su vida no le dolió. No le dolía nada, solo que lo que le dolía no dejara de dolerle pronto, si es que aquello tenía alguna lógica. 

Entonces se escuchó un ruido, como de una puerta al abrirse. Y el aire silbó, como si alguien hubiera movido algo muy rápido. La mujer muerta gritó. Fue un grito sorprendido, seguido de un estruendo sin sentido de algo rompiéndose en añicos. El calor volvió a desaparecer de pronto, casi helándolo por un momento. Chenle abrió los ojos con rapidez, sin saber de dónde estaba sacado las fuerzas.

Jisung estaba a su lado, de pie junto al sofá. Tenía el palo de la escoba sobre un hombro, y estaba mirando hacia el balcón.

¿Qué?

Chenle se incorporó como pudo y se giró hacia allí, sentado en el sofá. La mujer muerta estaba en él, colgando de la barandilla, a punto de caerse del edificio. Había tirado varias macetas al suelo al ser lanzada contra allí.

—Chenle —lo llamó Jisung. Chenle lo miró, conteniendo la respiración. El cambio tan brusco de temperatura estaba a punto de provocar un síncope en su cuerpo. Pero incluso con esas pudo atisbar el destello azul emanando alrededor del palo de la escoba, restos de la energía que Jisung había usado para atacar al fantasma—. ¿Qué te he dicho de traer mujeres muertas a casa sin avisar? —preguntó, quejica. Aun así, estaba sonriendo. 

Chenle dejó escapar una risa entre dientes, ahogada y aliviada. Volvió a desplomarse de espaldas sobre el sofá, con su cabeza cayendo sobre el cojín en forma de nube de Renjun.

—¡AYUDADME! —gritó el fantasma desde el balcón, como si tuviera miedo a caer y morir dos veces. Como si no pudiera desaparecer y reaparecer de nuevo dentro del apartamento. 

—Yo me encargo de ella —dijo Jisung, solo para él—. Siento haber tardado tanto en volver. Descansa. 

Chenle volvió a asentir y cerró los ojos.  Aquello era lo mejor de Jisung. Desde hacía años, Chenle solo podía oír y hablar con fantasmas. Jisung, a diferencia de él, todavía podía hacer mucho más.

[venomandglitter]

A veces es tan cansado y desgastante tratar de salvar a todos. Toda mi vida he cargado con los problemas ajenos, he querido ayudar a cada persona que amo, a cada persona que veo vulnerable. Desde pequeña recuerdo que juntaba a los que rechazaban, los defendía, en mi casa siempre hice a un lado mis necesidades para que mi familia estuviera bien, en mis amistades y parejas constantemente intentaba aconsejar o ayudar, nunca priorice mi salud física y mental, mi frase más constante es "si tu quieres" "como quieras", he aprendido a leer a las personas para saber que es lo que quieren, constantemente escucho los problemas ajenos y trato de acompañarlos en momentos difíciles, una vez le escribí una carta a cada persona que apreciaba (adultos) para que dejaran de fumar/tomar pues les dañaba su salud y yo los quería, y eso define el tipo de persona que soy. A cambio de todo esto siempre termino mal al final, este año después de una charla con mi psicóloga sobre mi mamá decidí dejar de intentar, no soy psicóloga, no soy doctora, no soy un superheroe, soy una persona más, una persona que siente y que también merece ser salvada de vez en cuando, si algo no me genera paz simplemente lo dejaré ir, si estoy en desacuerdo con algo simplemente lo ignorare. De ahora en adelante mi frase sera "si eso te hace feliz..." y ustedes solitos encargense de sus consecuencias, cada quien es responsable de lo que hace.

[thedarksstuff]

esto es un simple desaogo

Hace mucho tiempo que no uno está cuenta, la verdad cree está cuenta para poder hablar con alguien, pero la verdad voy a escribir esto y la voy a cerrar.

Mi nombre no es necesario y tampoco quién soy, pero si soy un chico común y corriente como cualquier otro, pero bueno estuve en la primaria y terminé la secundaria y ya intenté estudiar en la universidad pero en la situación que vivo en mi país no me da la oportunidad de tener una vida digna con un título universitario, desde ese entonces trabajo, e trabajo en muchos lugares, haciendo muchas cosas casi todas en lugares precarios, y se preguntarán, ¿porque haces eso?, lo hago por tener una vida estable, por fin logré encontrar un buen trabajo donde la paga es muy buena pero pongo en riesgo mi vida, pero aun así ya estoy cansado, cansado de trabajar cansado de matarme todos los días y no llegar a nada yo tengo 21 año y debería de estar estudiando y viviendo una vida diferente de tener amigos de tener un pasatiempo y una vida normal de un chico normal por bueno la avaricia me gano y las ganas de tener mi casa y mis cosas siendo joven, me siento muy solo, apesar de conocer a muchas personas y de terner pareja que es una persona maravillosa, me siento muy solo y sin vida sintiendo que no avanzo y de que soy un fracasado, quiero llorar, gritar y salir corriendo la mayoría de las veces porque siento que nadie me escucha, siento que nadie se preocupa por mi y a sido haci después hace mucho tiempo, solo quiero sentir que no estoy solo, que realmente puedo llegar a algo en mi vida y no sentirme tan frustrado, se que soy hombre y que ya soy un adulto pero también soy un ser humano y siento dolor y desesperación, y no es que quiero validación ni mucho menos depender emocionalmente de alguien. Solo quiero sentir que de verdad por una vez en mi vida no sentirme solo

Y bueno ya esto es lo último que subire a este blog, no quiero dar lástima solo quiero sacar el dolor de mi vida